Episode 128 - I was attacked by a Transformed Hero
That was the day when each settlement was notified about the three Articles and about three days later. Today is also the moment when I left the Lords' Palace and walked about ten steps, thinking about cutting the path that leads to the Arkenian interior.
"Wow!?
Hazard perception worked at a level I had never felt before. I was totally alarmed. I'm late for evasive action. Bad, no transfer magic, no defensive magic in time!
At least point in the direction in which the attack comes as resistance, trying to protect only the head and heart with arms.
"Gaaaaaa!?
Hot, painful, hot! We all have no idea who the attack is, but it's too fast from hazard detection working to landing. It feels heat and shock, and the sense of equilibrium becomes blurred. Probably exploded and blew it up. A sudden explosion caused a noise in front of the main hall.
That's right. I woke up, got myself together, came out right after breakfast, so there's quite a crowd in front of the Lords Square. I don't know who the hell they are, but at the worst time, you were raided in a place!
"Shit!"
The whole thing that was pointing in the direction of the attack hurts. It seems painfully spared a blow to death, but it doesn't even taste good to know who the attack is. Whip the painful body and roll unnecessarily, moving your gaze to look for the shade that is likely to be hidden. It's the fastest way to rush into the Lordship Hall because it's not far from the Lordship Hall, but that's out of the question. Inside the Lordship Hall are the mares. It's impossible to get into a fight.
Hazard detection worked again. There's not enough time to use magic. I don't even think I'll make it. So you're giving up? There's no way.
"Everybody get out of this place! Go to the encampment! Run!"
I don't know what state I'm in, but I wave my fists up as I give instructions to the Clover residents I think I'm around. The former slaves' quarters are a long way from a sense of lordship. You won't be involved in a fight there unless you have a lot of time.
I had a lot more to think about, but I don't think I have time to think about it any more. Magic with all your might and slap your swung fist against the cobbled ground.
Boom! The cobbled ground burst with the explosion, rolling up and blocking sight. Blasts, flashes, and shocks strike from beyond the rolled up cobbles and dirt sand. Now's your chance. Flip yourself and try to hide in the blast while activating your concealed skills and run into the shadow of the building in the opposite direction to where you think the attacker is.
"Damn it hurts."
Purge your whole body quickly and check for arm wounds that you think have been attacked. What the hell... it feels like it was burned on top of a bomb. The feeling of this pain is going to make my face, head and belly terrible. Wouldn't it be a light and horrible condition if I saw it in the mirror?
"I'm kidding...!
But the identity of the attack was somewhat predictable. I think this is probably an attack by a laser-like optical weapon. I've heard that when attacked by a high-output laser, the surface evaporates and explodes rather than burns out. I don't think it's like a regular magic bullet or a mass weapon, even from the point of view of being interrupted by winding dirt sand and not being able to attack me.
Having concluded that, I heal the wounds of my body with healing magic, equipped with an aurora sword and demon king armor mk ii. I don't know which one it is, but let me put it on before I drop it... it must be an ambush or some absolutely dirty ninja guy without an eyesat. Let's tear him apart with a polar sword.
"It doesn't catch, does it?
We use sign detection to probe the position of the enemy, but we don't see a reaction like that. You have something to deceive me into perceiving signs? Hidden Skills or Magic Instruments?
I guess hiding like this won't improve the situation. Instead, he might start attacking the Lordship Hall to lure me out. Do I have to go in a battle?
"Damn, it's a hassle to be compelled to deal with the back hand"
If this isn't a clover, you can further the place where the enemy seems to be, but that's not how it works. This one has a wide range of high-powered attacks. It's tight when you can do whatever you want over there.
But as far as this is concerned, they know about me, don't they? I didn't just gather information to find out. Maybe he's actually doing it once, or he's watching my fight with that eye.
Unlock your concealed skills to jump up and land on a stone building while concentrating your magic.
"Come on...?
I don't have that many thoughts. One pillar of the gods, or else...
"I knew it, old man."
Shattered unbroken, beyond the determined ground. On top of the building, just like this one, there was something like a white all-body armor - a figure wrapped around a reinforced exoskeleton.
I don't know his name, but he must be an old man who seems to have survived an ancient man we met in the Great Forest before. That old man has an unparalleled vengeance on Real, the evil god who destroyed the Old World, and he's the one who was attacking me to kill me trying to revive that real power. I blew a huge bomb to keep in mind after I blew it off, but it seemed to have survived.
Did he not hear me, or did he ignore me? I silently pointed something like a cannon at my shoulder at this one. Hazard detection sounds a warning sound in my head with cancer as soon as possible.
"Motherfucker!
But this one's predicted to happen, too. Use the magic you were concentrating on and pack your time all at once with transfer magic -!?
"Become!?
The metastatic magic does not activate and the magic spreads. What the hell is going on!?
"Ha ha!?
Flash, explosion, severe pain. Impact after floating. Apparently, they blew it off the top of the building and fell. Demon king armor mk ii in the current blow is devastating in one blow. Nooooo! Destroyed with little performance! I regret it! And it hurts! Recovery magic!
"Damn, you're serious, that bastard"
I've shown metastatic magic once before. I'm sure he took measures in some way. That old man's equipped reinforced exoskeleton - which that old man called a power armor - said something like a weapon originally created to kill humans incorporating pseudo-divinity. It's called the art of escape from sign detection, the art of interfering with the activation of metastatic magic right now, and there has probably been a pseudo-divine use of that stuff since that time. The means to combat it had naturally been developed.
"Oh, hey, Admiral, are you okay?
The window of my hidden building opened, and the cow's face came out of that window all the time.
"It's not okay at all, but it's okay. Instead, call out to all the guys in the building and run toward the encampment. Don't go out to the square, get out of that window and run. Hurry!"
"Wow, okay!
I can hear the cow's head pulling into the window and running away with the dosdosdos.
All right, I feel like I could have calmed down a little.
"If he stays hidden, he won't have an attacker either."
If you're going to defeat me, you need to stop with a single blow, from outside recognition, in the moment before you make a hazard detection and then move on to evasive action. Hiding in the shadows like it is now will help you recover immediately. And if so, the next time the old man hits...?
"Not good!"
I'd 'get rid of the shadows'. That means nothing more than destroying the town of Clover. There are mares in the Lordship Hall, and there are still residents in the building in front of us, even in the buildings around here!
"Damn it!
Concentrating his magic, he jumps right up and lands on the building again. I turn my gaze to the old man, but I saw no change in the weapon in my hand. Have you been thinking too much? Or does that just mean I'm the only one with a narrow target?
Cannon mouth that can be directed again. But it's not like they're still doing it until they're here. Work out the magic you were concentrating on.
"Don't think you can beat a fly over and over again, Kola!!
A telecolumn-shaped spear generated in the soil kills at the old man before the next attack is fired. Meanwhile, I follow perfectly behind the barrage of dirt spears. Pack your time as a shield for the whole offense. As long as you pack your time like this, you can win!
"And I think?
Zun with the old man's voice, and. Something pierced a barrage made up of massive spears of dirt.
It's the red tip that's been piercing the barrage of dirt spears. Sword, or spear? The cutting edge that emits a disastrous aura is an inevitable blade for those who were traveling perfectly stuck behind the barrage of dirt spears.
Yes, it would have been an inevitable blade. Unless you're predicting that.
"And I think? I'll give it back exactly like that."
Outside the red cut-off intermission, from the shadow of a barrage composed of dirt spears, point the shell of the aurora sword, which was changing to shooting mode, at the old man. The old man remains in a position where a disastrous sword with a red blade protrudes toward a barrage of dirt spears. In other words, the sides are gala-empty.
"I can't risk death!
A dazzling flash erupted between his torso, split into two strands, and a heat line fired from the cannon mouth pierced the flank of the old man's reinforced exoskeleton. The old man, full of gaps, blows without the art of exchange, and is ejected beyond the walls to the outside of the clover.
Naturally, there's no way I'm letting the old man get away with this.
"Wow! Wait, Kola! Now you're definitely not gonna hold your breath. Yikes!
Flying magic follows an old man blowing up as he pulls the tail of smoke. I blew it up when I did it before. The thought of 'were you still alive' is also strong just because you couldn't confirm the body. Eating a burst light bullet from close range didn't look like it would break at all, that reinforced exoskeleton.
It was on the north side of Clover that the old man fell. Oddly enough, it was the point where the Clover invaders deployed and flashly blew up and further ground with Marr's demonic nuclear mine. If I fell into a tree sea and got run away and hidden, it would have been a hassle, but I wouldn't even lose sight of it at that point. I'll kill you all the time.
Hazard detection worked where I thought so. If you look at it, the old man is blowing up, but he's in position in the air, pointing something like a firearm at us.
"I don't know. I'm sorry!
The old man shot something like a firearm in his left hand silently. I don't know who the weapon is, but the risk to my skin is equal to or greater than the laser cannon I mentioned earlier. If metastasis is available, metastasis is best, but if it is activated again, I can't even see it.
"Gu!?
Avoid flying in the air while increasing your magic and raising your defenses all over your body. A sudden change of direction that ignores inertia puts a sudden strain on the body, but that's not why I raised my anguished voice.
left half of the body, which was to be exposed to defenselessness because it was avoided on the right. It's because of the severe pain I ran there. I don't know who the attack is, but it's probably a physical attack. The flesh has been chosen and the blood has erupted!
"It hurts so bad, you bastard!
"You just have to eat the accelerating shotgun properly and it hurts. It's funny how long ago. You don't have common sense... if you eat this guy alive, he usually falls apart."
My old man said that to me like he was heartbroken when he landed, and he pointed the gun at me again. It's a strange gun. Looks like a bundle of barrels, and the pap looks like the one that enlarged and lengthened the pepper box pistol that the cold-blooded prince used.
"What the hell is that gete thing gun"
"A gun to kill a monster like you."
Fire again. But the measures have already been taken.
"The dirt wall!
A thick dirt wall crept up from the ground and took the bullet. He hit me through a few shots, but he's losing his power and it's not even a big scratch.
But if I had the power to penetrate this thick dirt wall, I wouldn't have broiled me out of the shadows of the building with this guy. After all, this old man seems to be taking care to stay out of the fight except for me, huh?
"Hey old man. Why don't you stop right here? If you do this any more, you won't have to get hurt."
"That's an impossible consultation. Did you say that before? I will never forgive him. He uses that power to create and transform humans into beings below the beast. Take away all your dignity as a human being. Have you ever known a face that could have been altered like that? Have you ever had to stop him from breathing? If not, you won't understand my resentment. Even if I understand, I'll kill you."
Is this exactly what you mean by resentment and bone marrow? The anger and hatred engulfed in your old man's words is considerable. I can't imagine what the hell it's like to be stripped of his dignity as a human being by his power, but I'm sure he wasn't even Locke.
But that's it, this is it. You should try that on me. I don't know that. This way. You honestly don't feel very comfortable giving me this neck.
No further discussion would be possible, at least in a state of five-body satisfaction with each other. That's what I decided. I go around the dirt wall from the right side, activating the healing magic to heal the wounds. He had a gun in his left hand, so it should be slower to turn around from this one that hits the outside of his arm.
"Bingo"
"Faok!
But I hear the old man was reading my moves. Aimed at the pitch, another shooting.
"Ahhh!
He rushes to hide behind the dirt wall, pouring magic into the dirt wall to increase strength. It didn't seem to penetrate this time.
"Shit, you bastard! That evil god ain't gonna die that I'm dead!
Instead, if I die now, I feel like I'm going to be elevated as a joy. I don't know, but that's not why he led this guy here, is it? Whatever it is, don't you have it on the boulder?
"You're lying, you're a vessel of evil gods. Kill you and he'll perish."
"Yes, boo-boo! Sorry to hear that! He's back from the dead. Get out of my body! Killing me won't solve anything.
"What... so...?
As I provoke, I magically make a dirt shape the size of me, throwing it so that it looks like it jumped out of the left side of the dirt wall. On top of that, I myself jumped over the dirt wall a beat late.
As you can see, the earthly shape that jumped out of the left side of the wall with the sound of the shots smashed.
"Hmm!?
"There's a gap!
"Damn!?
Outside between swords, my aurora sword, waved loosely ten meters away, did slash both arms of the old man. Two arms covered in a white reinforced exoskeleton are slashed off their shoulders and dance into the universe with a red sword and an odd gun in their arms.
"Fool, dude......!? What the hell!?
"I don't have a brother-in-law."
One day I'll give you back exactly what your old man told you to do. I'm not a fool to expose my hands to high voices. In the first place, it's the depths I learned by pushing my swordsmanship skills beyond my limits, or something like that, but the old man doesn't understand.
"Well."
I just thought about killing it or something.
This time, this old man was only after me. It seems like he still has other powerful weapons hidden, and if he didn't choose the means to bury me every clover in the first place, I guess he had other ways to do it.
Thinking about it makes me wonder if it's a good thing to kill lightly here. No, of course this old man is definitely a huge anxiety factor when you think about the future, so you're right to start and finish without rotting in this place right now.
But now that Real is out of me, I can also assume that this old man has no more reason to go after me. Blood continues to erupt from both shoulders of the old man even while he is doing this. You won't have to let me down to die.
"Gu... what"
"I blocked the wound for now. If I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm not gonna let my arms come back to life."
Either way, you can't do any more with me to an old man who's lost both arms. Restorative magic really blocks only minimal wounds on both shoulders and only stops bleeding. And the old man's arms and weapons rolling over there are confiscated. Store in storage quickly.
"Old man, let's talk. You haven't spoken to Locke before or this time. We have the intelligence to manipulate words."
"Intelligence, I have to wonder if it exists in us."
"Must be. If humans had decent intelligence, they wouldn't be fighting each other or destroying the world. But, well, let's put that nihilistic story aside now. I'm prepared to bloodstain this hand if I think I need it, but I also want to avoid unhelpful killing."
Look into the old man's eyes that would be beyond the reinforced exoskeleton helmet. Yeah, it's over my helmet, so I guess I figured out my gaze and expression!
"The old man's purpose was to destroy the old world - revenge on real life, right?
"... yes"
"Then it's a mystery to target me right now. Real life is getting so much power back out of my body, there's nothing an old man can get for killing me."
"How do you prove that word is true?
"I don't know, that's... I feel like I could look into old world research facilities, but I don't even bother to go that far and get tested. It's just clear that there's nothing here right now that I need to lie to you. It's overwhelmingly quicker to kill him than to lie and convince you. Don't you?"
The old man was silent on my story. Like I told my old man, there's no reason for me to lie in this situation. If you've managed to get targeted by an old man, like I said, it's the fastest and surest way to kill him.
"If that story is true, why wouldn't he destroy this world? If the man who regained his power was free, it would be strange if ruin hadn't come to this world."
"I don't know that. Ask the person."
"What?
"Heh! You're looking at me! Come on out! If you don't come out, you'll make an equal size, naked statue and worship it.
"No, I don't mind that, but come on..."
It is as abrupt as if he had been there from the beginning. An immature, undulating, understated girly body hidden in divine silver hair, a flat face and a simple white piece that also looks rainbow by the angle of view. Perfect limb that is clear but intensely inferior.
Without any foretaste, a perfect beautiful girl emerged on this occasion as if she were not one of the worlds.
"Yes, everyone's idol, it's super cute Real."
Pan, the brilliant star effect flew when I winked. I don't know the principle at all, but I just know very well that it's a waste of magic and divine power and stuff like that.
"Look, you're the victim of a long time ago. Take care of yourself responsibly."
"Uh, I don't care if they say that. Sure, it's true that I screwed up a little bit and destroyed the old world, but if we talk about it in the first place, we just keep consuming the gods as energy resources and eventually destroying ourselves without being able to control the energy resources named Bok? Or rather, I'm the more victimized one who was dragged out of the seat of God and forced to receive meat, and was consumed as an energy resource, right?
I honestly don't know if it's okay to call me a third party, but neither do I. Well, don't think so. If I'm about to be forced to work until I die after compulsory requisition, I'll complain, and if I can't even complain, I'll be exposed as far as my powers can.
"Besides, you even had a procedure to seal your intelligence when dragging you out of the seat of God to receive flesh. That treatment caused my feathers to burst with instinct, right?
Real says so, arms together, cheeks inflated. Yeah, it's cute, but it's also a big story on the scale of destroying the old world as a result.
"It certainly could be. But it's also true that my people and my family were killed by you. I can never forgive you."
That's what I say. The old man's eyes staring at Real are faint with vengeance, burning violently. Um, I called Real to try to flirt with you, but was this counterproductive?
"Ahhh. I can't forgive you guys for dragging me out into this world and pushing me into trouble. It doesn't matter that you destroyed the other gods - isn't it good? Thanks to this, I am the wingman who does nothing to play the world. [M] Damn, it would have been easier if one God on the side of order had survived. I'm telling you, after what you guys did, I wiped your butts, too, right? It really consumes all the gods regardless of the order side or the chaos side anymore. Assuming you had complete control over me and used it as an energy resource, this world was doomed, right? It's obvious, because you've been killing all the gods who run the world. The earth crumbles, the water rots, the fire does not light, the wind stops, the light ceases to shine, even the darkness disappears and everything disappears to the end of nothingness. At the time, the world was on the cliff, right? Do you understand that?
What are you scared of? Oh, is there any harm in saying that when you kill all the gods?
"Our stupidity, our arrogance, is all over us. That's why I expose my life to shame and keep managing the legacy of the old world so that that never happens again. That's the only redemption I can make against mankind for surviving. And you showed up before me like that. Your presence is both an enemy and the ultimate legacy of our negative legacy. In your stead, but only you must perish. We can't let this world perish again."
"Ha ha! It makes me laugh, okay? I'm not the one who destroyed the old world. Yourself. [M] You were telling Tysi earlier, weren't you? What if I strip human dignity? No, the other way around. You've stripped me of all my dignity. [M] Put that fact on the shelf, and I'm afraid it's self-indulgence with the patronage of mankind."
Real with grinning angelic grins and painful words of criticism. Hmmm...... from the standpoint, I may have unconsciously put my shoulders on the real one, but I still feel that the real claim is more correct, or justified.
No, I guess it's still a mistake that Real once killed a lot of people and nearly destroyed the world. From what I've heard, the Ancients deserve so much. I don't know if Real was really losing their intelligence by the hands of the ancients, but I guess it's more true than the old man hasn't made any denials about that either.
"I can't help but say this to you right now. It's already over, and after all, this world has been made to survive. I also found that it was fun because I received meat now. I don't know what to do."
Real is turning a chilling glance here. Oh? What? You want me to give him a hug? Okay, okay, okay, it's a little thin, but it's pretty good to hold. It's a little catty and cute where you bury your face in my chest and thrill your cheeks.
"Tachisa, I don't care what they say about the old days now. It's a statute of limitations, statute of limitations. As an atonement for destroying the world, I did my best to regenerate this world by forsaking my true worth as an evil god, and sin is enough to make amends, right?
"Well, the world isn't doomed, and humans live there, and I'm good, right? I think so."
Maybe it was the other day, or a few years ago, if you try to be an old man, but it was a long time ago for me.
It must have been thousands of years ago to try and make it real, and it's like realizing that the sins of the past have been atoned for by playing a world on the verge of annihilation and doing everything in all their power to allow humans to live on their own.
"You know, I miss you a lot. I used to kill a lot of people miserably.
"Don't pull if you're still looking to do that, but you're not, are you? And, well, it doesn't look like you did what you wanted, and the atonement looks like it's over from me, and as far as I'm concerned, it's not a problem."
Even if you've been sober in the past, it's a previous story to the mythology class. I don't know. There wasn't anything going on directly with me, and the old man's grudge was just a story from me: 'Hmm, that was tough'.
"Nfu... really no more, you're no more"
He hugs me in the way that real life is exactly what it is. Uh, you shouldn't. You shouldn't customer! Stop sucking on your nipples because your clothes are worn out by repeated bullets, customer! Ah, you shouldn't! Do you intend to soften it here, sir!
"The person you resent. Like this, okay?
I ask the old man as he manages to rip off the real sucking on me with a huge sprinkling of pink hearts due to any kind of surgical logic, and still keep his forehead down with his hands as he tries to suck on me.
"... I want to die"
My old man had the look of a Tibetan snagitune as he was pissied off by a heart stray bullet scattered by Real. What a look of nothingness. I'm serious about this.
"My old man's depressed. Do something for him."
"Why don't we just kill you crisp here?
"That's what you are."
Approaching the old man who drops his shoulders by dropping items after seeing Decopin in real life who abruptly kimmels a merciless evil god move. No, you didn't have a shoulder to drop now! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
"So, are you still after me? Then I really have to finish you off."
"... Something's gotten ridiculous already, uncle."
"Well, that's tough."
Remove the slashed old man's arm from storage, purify the wound, then hit it, regenerate with healing magic and stick it together. As far as moving your fingers quickly, the procedure seems to have succeeded.
"I don't know if you're uncomfortable, do something for yourself"
"... you, why didn't you kill me?
That's what my old man says and he looks up at me with a powerless eye. I threw the ball to have a conversation and it turned into an iron ball and came back. Oh, my God. Suddenly. The question is heavy.
"You were trying not to involve residents other than me. If the irrelevant ones were involved and attacked me, I would have killed them without question."
"Well... hey, look at that from you. How's he doing?
With his knees dropped, the old man turns his gaze to real life. Real, with his gaze on him, for some reason, his chest is stretched and he's a doorman. Why the doya face? You.
"You're an evil one, tell the entity."
"A little?"
"Bringing me to a world like this on a whim, manipulating people's behavior and plotting things, sticking and inciting annihilation, being faithful to my instincts for what I am, there are places where people struggle and nibble watching me go right and left, there are places where I don't care about anything I don't know what interests me, and suddenly evil gods move"
"Uh, the..."
out of sight as Real drips cold sweat. I kept my word with such realism.
"But the truth is, it's really good to take good care of yourself, to make sure you don't show people too much of your efforts, to be able to talk with ease, to be weak when you're attacked by temptations from yourself, to be pretty lonely and cute, you know, that's really good."
"Haaaaah... stop"
I get bored as I hide my face with my hands that Real turned bright red.
"Ha ha... he's just a cute little lady too if you try"
The old man stood up laughing powerlessly, erasing the reinforced exoskeleton he was wrapped around, not knowing how. Looks like you have the same ability as my storage after all.
"What are we going to do now?
My old man shook his head to the side of my offer.
"Well, I think it's a good idea to look around at the world today."
"Right. Don't die in the wild around here, 'cause it's annoying."
"You're a mouthless kid."
The old man looked up at the sky with a somewhat refreshing face as he hand-paid the dust on his body with a grin. Maybe I'm referring to a face with a fallen possession.
"Bye. We'll never see each other again."
That said the old man flipped himself and tried to walk away, so I grabbed that shoulder from behind.
"Where are we going?
"What?"
The old man looking back gives a strange look.
"The old man's raid broke the cobblestone, and he unilaterally attacked me, and there's a case to clean up, right? Why are you trying to escape in an atmosphere like 'It's a Breakup of the Life'? I won't forgive you. Realistically told you not to just do it and neglect the aftermath, right?
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry"
My hand eating into my shoulder hurt, my old man grins in a convulsion.
"No, it's not tight, really."
Oh, man, but I eagle at the real face that flaunts my shoulders with a freaking expression.
"Ah so!? Hey, what's up?
"What else are you talking about like HR. You're the reason this old man attacked me, so you're not allowed to either, are you?
"What!?
You look like a pigeon ate a bean cannon, but it's obvious, right? The old man you're looking for hurts me. Iihana, did you think it would end with Sidhanar? That's not wholesale by the Inquirer.
"Come on, let's go to Clover first! If you run, I'll chase you everywhere and make you regret you're alive, you guys."
Old world technology and real god power that an old man would have, let's just say let's take full advantage of it. The future of the Federation of Brave Demons is bright.
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