The Empty Set of the Cemetery 4

Time passed quickly.

After spending almost a month, it is now the day before we enter Barnaul.

“······That’s a huge step forward.”

Lancelot, who had been watching the Paxman’s training, nodded with satisfaction.

Well well.

Paxmen who bite Cheongsimdan like candy.

has become sharper, and the aura on the sword and fist has also become noticeably clearer.

That wasn’t all.

Leveling up begins with the consumption of magic stones and the experience required for awakening abilities.

The magic and aura taught by the knights, and the internal energy and swordsmanship preached by the martial artists served as excellent catalysts for the growth of Paxman, and as a result, they actually leveled up and rose in rank.

Kim Sol and Unyang both rose to 7th rank, while Baek Min-woo and Song Hyeon-gu also raised their levels to that level, and a considerable number of Paxmen achieved level 10, putting them in the 8th rank.

“I have finally reached the realm of an Auror user······.”

“No. This should be called the ‘peak’······.”

Of course, the expressions for that realm were different for each person······.

“······Well, no matter which way you go, as long as you get to Seoul, it’ll be fine.”

It was clear that a significant increase in power had been achieved.

Now, the Gimunjin and Paxman surrounding Byungma Yong should prepare the Insuljin to be built, and on the other hand, they should prepare for the merger with Avalon, which will come in while surrounding Byungma Yong.

There will be fighting on all sides, but the forces involved in the fighting will also be diverse.

Especially since even elves and druids volunteered to provide support.

“I need to organize it at least once.”

It was part of it.

We gathered in Elvenheim and decided to establish a comprehensive strategy for Pax FC.


The Galadon Council of Elvenheim, which we arrived at like that.

On the outside, it looked like a typical council, but the name council wasn’t just empty, as there was a fairly usable conference room set up.

“Welcome, everyone.”

Elvenheim’s chairman, Eli, welcomed us.

I entered the conference room first with Kim Sol and Lancelot, and Minwoo, Song Hyungu, Unyang, the Murim people, and even Findrick from Daesurim began to take their places one by one.

And among them······.

“The article received a very good response. There were even several people who directly inquired about it.”

There was also Harris, the otter I met in Paris.

Harris, who was an arts reporter for ‘Echos’.

The guy also had a hand in the unification of Avalon.

Thanks to the article written based on the ‘work’ I saw in Paris, Earth’s evaluation grade was raised to [B-], and we were able to proceed with the merger with Avalon without any problems.

However, the reason I called back the guy who had been in the subspace for a while was to obtain information.

Harris knew, at least by hearsay, what power Barnaul would bring.

Harris entered the conference room, shaking his thin, three-strand beard.

“······Oh, Mr. Harris! Please sit over here. ♬”

“······Thank you.”

Ellie suddenly got up from her seat and pulled out his chair for him.

Harris sits down with a bewildered expression.

Because I felt something unusual, I asked Ellie.

“······Ellie, was that your original voice?”

“How is my voice♬?♪”

“······.”

Ellie put her hand on her heart and answered naturally, as if singing in a musical.

However, if there is a difference from a typical musical······.

‘I feel like my ears are going to rot.’

The problem was that I couldn’t sing dirty.

‘······Why are you suddenly doing this? Is this an attack using sound?’

It was Ellie who started to dirty our ears out of nowhere.

A situation where even the alliance with Elvenheim is questionable due to an utterly incomprehensible nature.

But it wasn’t long before the elves’ subsequent actions revealed the reason.

CLANG!

The conference room door suddenly opened.

Ethan strode in through the gap, holding a large picture frame.

“······Ethan?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. Just finish what you were saying. The walls in the conference room seem a little dingy.”

He quickly scanned the room and found Harris sitting at one end of the table, then furtively began hanging a framed painting he had brought on the wall opposite him.

Then, as if someone was telling him to listen, he muttered to himself.

“Because our elves are so creative······, we need to have a picture like this in the conference room to help us focus. As you can see, it shows the beautiful scenery of our Elvenheim······.”

Ethan pointed to the pictures drawn with primary-colored crayons and emphasized the creative spirit of the elves······.

‘······Is that a view?’

No one in the conference room could accept his argument.

Because what was contained in the painting was a colorful, unidentifiable mess itself.

The ash-like purple color created a gloomy landscape, and here and there, what appeared to be new creatures were buried like rotten stains, and the paper had holes here and there, as if they had not been able to control their strength.

A painting that even a modern art critic would not tolerate, let alone fine art.

Our eyes were polluted by a monstrosity that seemed to commit a grave sin by its very existence.

Then, suddenly, Ellie’s words passed by my ears like an echo.

-Elfs love culture and art.

‘Love······was it unrequited love······?’

These are elves who show interest in various fields of art, such as poetry, literature, art, and theater.

But unfortunately, their skills were inversely proportional to the love they showed.

It seems that they wanted their art to be recognized by none other than Harris, an arts reporter······.

“······Ugh.”

Harris, however, was trying hard to avoid looking at the wall and suppress the nausea that was escaping.

“Is everyone here? I’ve prepared the meeting materials. Oh, the contents written above are just for fun. The meeting contents seem too stiff.”

Finally, the elf elder Wilgrim appeared.

He handed out papers with the title of to people······.

I couldn’t help but close my eyes tightly as if I had received the apocalypse from hell.

Even in the midst of all that, I could see.

Ethan’s bright smile appears with his front teeth gaping open.

Ellie’s triceps are healthy and tanned, with clear, sharp lines.

Even Wilgrim’s calves are so thick that it’s hard to believe he’s old.

I just wanted to be alone.

I hope the elves realize their true nature.

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The brief confusion quickly subsided.

There was a heavy subject at stake, the fight against Barnaul.

Harris, who had been severely shocked by the elves, tried to come to his senses and added a warning to us.

“If several high-ranking warlocks gather together, they can form a Mobius of black magic. The output of black magic will increase significantly, and the undead derived from that power will be constantly revived. Ultimately, the key will be whether or not we can deal with the warlocks hiding behind it.”

Things were different than when I fought Guts.

Barnaul, who used dead spirits to revive dead undead.

It could have been dealt with by using the ‘Demon Predator’ that devours vengeful spirits, but it would have been a different story if it had only used massive black magic power like now.

‘······There’s no way to stop the regeneration of the undead.’

Considering the thousands of soldiers in the cavalry, the situation was already numerically inferior.

What’s more, no matter how many times you kill those guys, they will keep coming back to life.

Of course, if we mobilized additional Paxmen, we could make up for the difference in power to some extent, but unfortunately, what we were dealing with were none other than necromancers who dealt with corpses.

‘At the moment when even one or two people die······.’

They are black magicians who resurrect the dead as their servants.

If the flow had gone awry even once, there was a high possibility that the Barnaul legions would have grown uncontrollably.

It was a situation where there was no choice but to stick to the strategy of fighting with a small number of well-trained personnel.

Ultimately, what we can expect is······.

“We will bring Avalon’s forces.”

The undead of Avalon.

Likewise, it was an immortal power.

It was Lancelot who brought up the subject.

Avalon was also the home of none other than knights.

But then, Yunyang raised a question.

“······Will they really be on our side? They must have been under the rule of Barnaul······.”

“If we fall to Earth due to the merger, our direct connection with Barnaul will be cut off. Of course······.”

Lancelot thought for a moment.

Then he added in a bitter voice.

“······That inertia will probably remain.”

That’s why persuasion was necessary.

Undead that move around based on the ‘ideology’ injected by the black magician.

Just as the knights of Camelot in the past were centered around ‘obedience’ to their masters, the people of Avalon will also be centered around the specific ideology established by Barnaul.

“But they won’t attack us or anything. Barnaul had no intention of using Avalon as an army. They just wanted to use it as slaves to run the factories.”

Maybe it’s a blessing in disguise.

What Barnaul wanted to gain through Avalon was neither territory nor an army.

The idea engraved in Avalon was not ‘battle’ but eternal ‘labor’, and the undead of Avalon, who had that order deeply engraved in their bones, would faithfully carry out that order without even being able to die.

“They won’t attack us… but they won’t help us either. The dark wizards’ slogan of ‘work’ will still remain.”

“How about we revive them like the knights? They will be free from the thoughts of black magic······.”

Minwoo suggested another way······.

“That would be difficult. It would take too long.”

This time the druid, Findrick, shook his head.

With the World Tree and the Druids, it would be possible to revive the people of Avalon, but it was unlikely that Barnaul would sit still and wait while so many people were revived one by one.

Even if it was revived like that, the problem still remained.

If those who survived were to die in battle and become corpses, there was a risk that this would actually increase Barnaul’s power.

at last······.

“You have to convince them somehow while you’re still undead.”

“That’s right, my lord.”

It wasn’t just their bodies that we had to save.

The people of Avalon had been cogs in the wheel of Barnaul for decades, and they had become puppets, so it was necessary to awaken their spiritual life.

Of course, there was no need to focus on just that one.

Because we had already prepared faithfully for the battle against Barnaul.

“Let’s try it, okay? That’s not all······.”

All the stats have been installed.

Around it, the organs created by Pax FC’s engineers had already formed a tight circle.

The riders led by Lee Yong-soo were to launch an aerial bombardment, and while the paladins with battle hammers were to open the way, the Paxmen, including Un-yang, were to deploy a formation of magicians and track down the hidden locations of the warlocks.

I decided to move with the knights.

Because the situation in Avalon was equally important.

‘Anyway, I’ll just have to keep going back and forth through the portal.’

It was tomorrow.

The day when two tombs, Byungma Yong and Avalon, overlap as one.

Two Venn diagrams shared the same concentric circle, and complex formulas such as formations and black magic thoughts surrounded them, forming a giant magic circle.

The black magic of Barnaul and the logistics network of Pax FC will be intertwined, causing sparks big and small to fly in all directions······. However complex the formula may be, it will eventually lead to one of two results.

Either leading to infinite death, or leading to finite life.

“······Let’s fight just once.”

It would be decided in the fight that would follow.

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