episode_0117

Defeated the knights of residual heat.

It was a knight made of flame rather than a physical entity, but fortunately Kaltara’s mana was enough to tear them apart, so it was dealt with without wasting much time.

Deltan went straight into the passage.

It was a long tunnel-like passage following the embers floating in the air, and at the end of the long journey, there was something I came across.

It was an altar reminiscent of an Egyptian temple.

It was an altar made of rectangular stones stacked in a pyramid style, and the tip of it was a bright red gem.

It was a round orb that seemed to contain a burning flame.

“Is that a necessary item?”

Kaltara asked.

Deltan answered.

“No.”

The purpose of the quest is to wake up the master of the martyr and calm his fever.

In context, it means killing the owner of the awakened martyr.

Deltan was worried.

‘What the contract requires is the breath of a martyr, and from what I found out, it’s the lungs of a fire dragon.’

However, there was no sign of the dragon’s body here.

The altar and orb end up in a fairly large space.

‘Is that a seal?’

Item number 2 is a reminder of the seal of the Holy Land.

Deltan walked up to the altar and touched the orb.

There is no other reaction.

However, what I feel is an indescribably strong energy trapped within the orb.

“I have to destroy it.”

“Oh wow.”

“Stay away.”

Kaltara stepped back.

Deltan checked his magic.

‘Auto Reflect, Mana Burn, Impact Barrier.’

Everything is operating normally.

After completing the confirmation, Deltan snapped his fingers and added another spell.

A defensive magic that cancels out all the inevitable shocks only once.

All preparations are complete.

Deltan grabbed the orb and crushed it.

Tdu-duk-

There was a sound like bones breaking.

The entire space vibrated with the sound of “kugu goong.”

And a shock wave spread out from the orb.

Four magics were activated simultaneously, eliminating the threat to the Deltans.

Soon, the orb ignited and the flames soared.

It took shape.

It was a dragon made of fire the size of an imperial castle.

Indeed, because the body was a flame, it seemed like it was trapped inside that orb.

The word ‘thought’ can be thought of as the dragon’s memories remaining and woven into the body.

‘Nothing much.’

Like any other contract material, once you find it, killing it seems easy.

No, since he’s already dead, should I say it’s about stopping the corpse?

It is very big.

Bullets or swords don’t seem to have much of an impact.

Also, the effectiveness of the flame-type magic you like to use will be halved.

It is fortunate that there is a preparedness plan for situations like this.

Deltan put his hand into the black pit.

At that moment, the pit continued to expand and summoned an object.

Kigigigigeek―

It was a pile driver the size of the length of the dragon’s head and neck combined.

This item was created to kill the Demon of Intercourse, which was the enemy chapter boss during the main story, and its performance is as its name suggests.

Citadel destroyer.

The Deltans created this object due to the Demon’s ability to cancel out both natural magic and physical shock.

Kigi gig, kigi gig, the pile driver’s awl began to warm up, moving back and forth little by little.

Every time that happens, sparks fly.

Soon, with a loud noise, the pile driver began to vibrate like crazy.

“Die quickly. Because I’m busy.”

Deltan waved his finger.

Then boom! With a sound, the pile driver’s awl shot out, creating a shock wave.

Eventually, it gets stuck in the jaws of the dragon.

Kwaaa!

The hardened bone was shattered and crushed, and the dragon’s head disappeared.

“Nothing!”

Kaltara shouted with her arms crossed, repeating what the Deltan had said.

Deltan let out a small breath.

As he said, the fire that formed the fire dragon’s thoughts gradually began to weaken.

Deltan said.

“Kaltara, the fire on that guy’s body will soon go out. Then just take out the lungs and bring them.”

“Is there no dragon heart?”

Is there “? That’s their soul, and it must have disappeared with them when they died.”

“It’s a shame.”

Kaltara licked his lips.

Deltan also put his hands in his pockets and waited for the fire to die down.

It was then.

Suddenly the interface collapsed.

“Mousse… !”

Before the Deltan could express his confusion, space stopped.

And a fire rose from somewhere and engulfed the Deltans.

In a moment of dazed thought, that was the last string Deltan saw.

*

Deltan opened his eyes, holding his dizzyingly throbbing head.

“What… .”

I mumbled and got up.

And Deltan sighed.

‘… ‘Where am I?’

What comes into view is a wide plateau.

There wasn’t a breath of wind, so my breath felt stale, and I could feel the sand in my hands as I placed my hands on the floor.

It’s not a dream.

Even though it was an illusion, there was something strange about it.

Deltan frowned and internally shouted to call the interface.

‘… interface.’

Even after saying that and counting the numbers, the interface does not appear.

As if listing only strange strings, as if it had broken down at the last moment, was not false, now even traces of the interface have disappeared.

‘what.’

What is the situation?

I tried to judge, but nothing came to mind.

Deltain looked back at the interface he had last seen.

‘The collapse of thought, the intervention of a miracle. and… .’

The final alarm that was only half revealed.

‘Fire Dragon Palantir.’

Eventually, we reach that conclusion.

I am convinced that all of this is related to the fire dragon Palantir.

Deltan stood up.

I looked around the plateau again, trying to find something.

‘It’s a space that has been sucked in.’

And just before that, everything in the space where the altar was was stopped.

There won’t be any uproar due to disappearances or anything like that.

Deltan walked.

‘You called me. That guy.’

The Fire Dragon Palantir will be alive.

No, his soul will remain somewhere.

And he called me for some purpose.

Even by blurring the interface.

‘I guess it’s not impossible.’

A miracle recognized by the interface.

The fact that Fire Dragon Palantir is capable of such tricks has already been proven in the ceremony of engagement.

Then there is one more thing that can be inferred.

‘Antagonism to the entire party?’

The interface originated from the hall.

It is possible to prove this through the various actions shown by Robrace, the first Archmage and previous summoner of Delta.

Thinking that continues quickly leads directly to some kind of relationship and gain.

The ability to respond in crisis situations is something Deltan has steadily cultivated since his career as a doctor.

How long did it take to walk?

‘… found.’

A place where we walked straight across the plateau.

A man was sitting at a white tea table at the entrance to a narrow road that stretched like a canyon between large rock walls.

An outfit that covers the entire body with white cloth.

He was similar in height to Kaltara, but did not look intimidating due to his slim physique.

What was unusual was his hair. His hair was made of flames and was crackling, and his facial features underneath were so androgynous that he looked like a woman at first glance.

“Palantir.”

As Deltan muttered, the man, Palantir, raised his head and rolled his eyes.

Our eyes met.

Finally, he let go of the teacup from his hand and spoke.

“You came.”

Palantir gestured expressionlessly.

“Sit down.”

Deltan stood and looked at him for a moment, then followed suit.

It was a tea table in the middle of a plateau, so I was impressed because it felt so foreign.

Deltan sat down and a new cup of black tea appeared on the table in front of him.

“Okay, how much did you save?”

Deltan furrowed his brows at the question.

Palantir continued:

“Materials of the contract. How many there are, including my lungs.”

Deltan was shocked.

Palantir still had a calm face.

“… It’s six. The Giant’s Blessing, Ergoragia’s Purity, and Demon Flower remain.”

“You saved it diligently. It looks like the flowering of the hemp flower has been delayed quite a bit.”

Palantir raised his teacup again.

“If you follow the original deadline, you will never be able to make it on time.”

This guy definitely knows something.

No, maybe he knows everything.

“Why did you call me here?”

I asked right away.

“What are you doing, what is your purpose, and what is your relationship with the hall? And how did you clean up the interface?”

That wasn’t all.

Deltan had so many things he wanted to ask.

Anyway, even though I visited the hall once, my doubts only deepened rather than being resolved.

All they did was erase all key information and manipulate people from behind because of their promise.

It is an opportunity obtained unintentionally.

Deltans felt it instinctively.

At this moment, there are probably quite a few things we can learn from him.

“I have a lot of questions. Do it sequentially.”

Palantir responded immediately.

“The reason I called you here is because I have business. Because it was necessary to meet a situation avoiding the eyes of the hall, and because the miracles granted to me were limited.”

He then said:

“We have a hostile relationship with the National Party. My purpose is to prevent the contract from getting into their hands.”

“Why?”

“Death is inevitable, which is why punishment is necessary for those who dare to play with it.”

death.

This is the second time.

Once when I went to the hall and again here.

At this point, Deltans could tell something.

‘In the end, all of this happened because of that death.’

The death they speak of certainly refers to a certain being.

The absolute one feared by the entire hall and desired by Palantir.

The moment my thoughts reached that point, Palantir continued.

“Next question. Who am I?”

Palantir put down his teacup.

It was empty, as if all the tea had been consumed.

“Fire Dragon Palantir. The creator who built this land together with Lastoria. and… .”

Palantir and Deltan’s eyes met.

“The founder who established the first temple. Also Mahwa’s father.”

Deltan sighed.