episode_0039

I can barely get up, I’m staggering, and all I can do is live with my pride…

He was dressed in a way that it wouldn’t have been strange if he had fallen down again, but as Aor walked slowly and steadily, as if supporting himself, the contempt for the weak typical of the Demon Race stimulated Kuhora’s instincts.

I too was looked down upon because of the Demon Tribe’s culture of power-based logic, but is it because I am now in a position where I can look down on others?

I was immersed in the feeling of wanting to have some fun with the wounded elements that were dying like a cat hunting for fun.

“Kruk. A thorn is a thorn, even if it gets stuck in your side, it won’t even sting.”

Kuhora, who was approaching slowly and quietly, went out to meet him. Reason told her not to waste time and to deal with him while she could, but instinct tempted her, saying that it would be better to enjoy it rather than risk her life.

“You’ll have to try it to know if it’s long or short.”

“You’re a skinny punk who’ll break if you hit him.”

“Check for yourself whether it is nonsense or not.”

“Did you expect an awakening? You’re all dying.”

A phenomenon in which one’s skills improve dramatically through trials. I heard that this mostly occurs when the weak gain enlightenment and face the strong in a bloody battle where life or death is at stake.

But that’s what happens here? Don’t make me laugh.

The elements that seem like they could break if you hit them lightly are due to the incompetent commander having an unbelievable amount of luck.

He was helped by warriors and priestesses to recover from his mistakes, and he was so good with his subordinates that he left the duties that were supposed to be his to them. Unlike himself, who had no one to turn to, he even had a strong supporter who would take care of the aftermath if he failed.

On the other hand, what about yourself?

He was the commander-in-chief of the operation, and he was running around the scene, but the result was failure. If he had simply been pushed back by Aor’s base, it wouldn’t have been so unfair.

An operation that had been planned for over half a year collapsed in just three days.

Chujara. Jituassu. Malivali. Kemol. Human.

He also made deals with tribes that he could not communicate with very well. He offered his body to appease his disgruntled subordinates. He bowed his head to the old man Sasam, who did not want to hear unpleasant things, and asked for help.

That’s the situation that was created.

Reality collapsed without even giving us the time to deal with it.

Suddenly, I felt sad.

“Awakening, maybe that’s true. The things that happened because of my incompetence, happened because of my greed.”

Aorga stands tall, but the surrounding air is quiet.

A colorless spirit. A straightforward confrontational action.

chuck-

He meets Kuhora’s gaze as he admits his mistake and looks down on him. The colors that were dim in the black aura that Aor emits become vivid as if they were burning.

“So, I’ll take care of it with my own hands!”

Just like the individuality of the Sword Masters, each sword aura had a color, and Aor’s sword aura became transparent and then darkened again. The clear and blue sword aura, like her eyes, aimed at Kuhora.

“Crrr, crrr. This is really. It’s really amazing.”

While Aor’s fighting spirit burned, Kuhora’s dam built with patience was collapsing under the waves of anger.

“Even if you really awaken, you will never be able to defeat me!!”

Kuhora steps out, overcome with anger.

A harbinger of awakening? A warning from intuition?

Even if a rat were to swing a toothpick, it wouldn’t feel threatening, but if that sword were to touch his neck, it would definitely be dangerous.

So what do you want me to do?

I am the one who crawled up from the bottom of the demon world.

I’ll kill that idiot who doesn’t even know he’s lucky and eat him up again after he wins.

‘Crunch-‘

The front legs were split in half by the sword. Since I couldn’t shake them off with speed, I stood firm.

I didn’t have the stamina to do that anyway.

“Huh-!”

However, Kuhora’s attack range was too wide to evade with minimal force. So, I attacked without hesitation, and the same thing happened to the enemy I attacked.

“Wow!”

As if venting his pain and frustration, he kicked with his other foot, successfully cutting off his claws and flesh.

“Ke-gook!”

Instead, he was struck down by an attack that ignored Aordo’s sword energy.

“Krrr, this is reality. You incompetent bitch.”

Aoru only cuts off the hide, but Kuhora can put him in a near-death state with a few kicks. Even if he had made a meaningful attack, the exchange rate was bad. He had made a desperate resolution, but the pure weight difference was unavoidable. The beast, not letting its guard down, slowly hunted the hunter while protecting his vital points.

“Coolook-!”

Kuhora looks down at Aor, who looks like he will die soon.

‘Thump- thump-‘

Even though she lost a similar amount of blood to Aor, Kuhora’s body was in decent condition. She secretly led the hero to move away, and even if the hero got involved, she considered the distance so that she could threaten him by taking the element hostage.

“Tch. I was thinking of subduing you.”

Most of her thin hair was stained with blood. Kuhora looked around, putting her good foot on Aor’s fallen head.

“Hero! Bring the priestess here right now! Or I’ll smash this bitch’s head in!”

The expression of a warrior who becomes bitter at the roar of the victor. He took the opportunity and awakened, but did not win.

“How arrogant of you. How dare you threaten him.”

The wise man looked at Kuhora, who was looking at the warrior, with an unkind gaze.

“Are you okay? Even if your existence is revealed.”

The Sage had been with the warrior party since the Garden of the Forgotten Gods. Before that, no one in the Demon King’s army had ever imagined that the Sage would betray them.

“It will be difficult to see the real woman from this distance. Since the perception-obstructing spell has been applied anyway, it will not matter even if you see the real woman.”

Despite the wise man’s answer, the warrior put the jewel in his pocket. He lifted the Geumgangbong on his back with both arms. The warrior had a policy of not negotiating with terrorists, but for the safety of the hostages, he had to meet their demands if possible.

“Yes, warrior. I am fine. Please kill this loser.”

As we approached Kuhora, Aor collapsed and barely managed to get to him.

“Kkeu-heuk.”

Aor groans as Kuhora puts strength into the paw he places on his shoulder.

“I was being stubborn, so this is what happened. Don’t worry about it, warrior! ”

“How can you be so noisy when you’re so incompetent?”

Then his face fell into a speechless state.

“Stop! If you move from there, I’ll kill you!”

As soon as the warrior took a step.

Kuhora did not allow an opponent much stronger than himself to approach.

“Ollie is coming.”

“Dark Harvester, is that the priestess’ name?”

“Yeah.”

Even though they were far away, I could hear their voices.

If a warrior named Kuho rushes at you, you can put your foot on his neck to kill him before he attacks.

I was busy thinking about how to ideally take advantage of the rapidly changing situation.

“Ugh. By the way, you’re a warrior?”

“… Somehow.”

“I don’t like the way you speak.”

Although Kuhora was annoyed, Aor’s condition was too bad to use this as an excuse to trample on him and make him lose his temper. He didn’t faint, but in order to possess him safely, he had to lose consciousness to increase the success rate.

“That’s something I often hear from the Demon King’s army.”

Kuhora was buying time by modifying his plan, but coincidentally, the warrior also had to buy time.

To be exact, the focus was on attracting attention and rescuing Aor.

“How did you end up here?”

“Because the God of Light summoned me.”

“Kreuk, what I was saying was, why is a warrior from the Demon World here?”

Originally, this was what I wanted to hear when I communicated with Critique. A proper farewell due to lack of time. I wanted to ask the person responsible for it something.

“Oh, that.”

The warrior hesitated to tell everything.

Also, how much should I disclose?

They thought back on their paths. They went back and forth between the battlefield and the demon world, slaughtering the demon king’s army. They fought division commanders and corps commanders, but they were weak.

Even though this is the outskirts of the continent, you should know since it was a year ago.

They hunt demons and monsters in the Garden of the Forgotten Gods and go on a rampage. They defeat Tiangu and his subordinates who have been chasing them. Furthermore, the Demon King is annihilated due to Lartemin’s full-scale betrayal.

The hero who was summoned to another world had to return to Earth after completing his contract, but he couldn’t ignore the party members who had passed out in the Demon King’s Castle, so he returned.

“I don’t know where to start.”

Even if I told the Demon King’s army, there was a lot of information that they didn’t necessarily need to know, so it was difficult to choose.

The death of Tiang. The betrayal of Lartemin. The disappearance of the Demon King.

Aside from that, how much more can you say to your enemies?

“Okay, that’s enough. I wasn’t expecting it anyway.”

“Aren’t you giving up too easily?”

“Aren’t you being too frivolous? Even if we’re allies, the elements here are dying. Ugh. I’m warning you, if you do anything reckless, I’ll break your neck without hesitation.”

Perhaps because his face was buried in the ground, I couldn’t even hear him breathing. Even though he looked like he was already dead, I could sense Aor’s energy, however faint it was.

“Do you have any restorative medicine?”

“Want a drink?”

“Kruk. You know it’s a cure for you, but it’s poison for us. You’re going to feed it to this bitch.”

“… Really?”

I was about to ask him to raise his face so I could breathe, but then I heard a welcome voice, and I was looking for a recovery medicine.

“You finally passed out.”

Also, Kuhora’s body shrinks. The warrior thought it was his chance and tried to run towards her, but stopped because she was still aiming for Aor’s vital point.

“Whew. I can’t use this body anymore.”

A blue-skinned element. Kuhora transformed into the element’s body type.

“Come down.”

He soon called his servant with a gesture.

“Give me this, take that.”

Kuhora opens the box he received from Kritrik. He has his servant horse hand the poisoned bottle to the warrior and put the recovery potion into the mouth of the unconscious Aor.

“Drink it.”

“What is it?”

“… It’s a potion that weakens your strength for a certain period of time. You’re too scary to leave without doing anything. ”

Disguise deadly poison with a minor remedy.

If we subdue the warrior this time, wouldn’t we be able to bring the priestess back without killing her?

With that in mind, I entrusted the return scroll, which was only given to those at the rank of brigade commander or higher, to my servant horse.

I was planning on handing it over to Makkun or Jatan when I died, but I thought it would be a better idea to return to the 4th Corps if that was the case.

However, Krilik concluded that he would not be able to control the priestess. However, since he had suggested various ways to commit suicide, he might have to return to base and seek help.

I also wondered if maybe Crick really didn’t know and told me not to come.

The warrior and the priestess.

Both of them may seem like they can easily deal with someone like themselves, but if they succeed in possessing him, they may achieve the incredible feat of killing the warrior and the priestess.

The situation was set up so that plausible means could be used.

What Kritik had ordered Kuhora to do was to kill the priestess or not know about the existence of the warrior. It would be killing two birds with one stone if he possessed anyone, whether they were a priestess or a warrior, and killed them with poison.

“Drink only half.”

“Why? Is it expensive?”

“Crunch.”

Kuhora clicked his tongue and ignored him. Thinking that Tiangu had died at the hands of that guy, he was nervous but still tense.

“Tsk-.”

Aor’s body flips over after confirming that the warrior has swallowed the poison obediently. There were various methods of possession, and the more contact there was, the higher the probability of success.

“Zukyuung?!”

As Kuhora explored the lips of the unconscious Aor, the warrior who had drunk all the poison spat it out.

“Oh no, is that why you kept it?”

Even though the warrior misunderstood Kuhora, he kissed her passionately. He even gave her a recovery potion and did all that, so it was hard not to think about her that way.

“… Hmm?”

The reason the warrior, who had no particular problem even after drinking the poison, felt strange was because he could see for a moment that Kuhora’s new form seemed to be sucked into Aor.

It wasn’t because I was biting my lips too hard that I felt that way.

“Ah, this, I was honestly nervous because it’s been so long since I’ve done this. Kreuk, kuhuhuhuhu! ”

Kuhora’s heartbeat subsides, and Aor, who has passed out, removes Kuhora from his covering.

“… That wasn’t my taste.”

“It’s too late to realize it. Churp.”

He wiped his lips with Aor’s face. Since the Ice Demon Tribe was not common, he was a warrior who was slow to respond.

“By the way, you took that medicine and you’re fine?”

Moreover, it was awkward because he was asking questions in Aor’s body, and the person who used to speak to him politely was acting like a different person.

“Oh, this? It’s nothing, but it’s really bitter and my throat hurts.”

“You drank all of it?”

“Why? You said it was a medicine that weakened my strength.”

“No, the poison extracted from the cabeli… .”

I was so shocked that I spoke honestly, but now it was too late to even try to vomit or throw up.

The body of the warrior who has already drunk all of it will soon be poisoned by the deadly poison and die.

“Ah. So that’s why you told me to drink it.”

But what can I do about this? The special perk is immunity to abnormal status.

A warrior who speaks only to himself to the astonished Kuhora.

No, wait. If I run away like this, will I be able to catch him? I saw earlier that there seems to be a return scroll. In that case, it would be better to…

“Huh? Cough! Bam!”

Whether it was Kuhora’s Behemoth or Aor’s element, I was confident that I wouldn’t miss it even if I ran away, but if I used a teleport scroll, even a warrior would inevitably miss it. So, to make them let their guard down, I pretended to be poisoned.

“Warrior?!”

The priestess who had arrived at that moment approached the warrior with surprised eyes.