Kookookookook·····.
Along with a low, vibrating sound, the excruciating pain came.
The object that Pax was asked to save was the ‘Louvre Museum.’
Not only was it converted into a ghost house by Barnaul, but it also came with a European branch that they used as a bunker and the ‘ghost thresher’ Sisyphus.
‘It really hurts so fucking much·····.’
As I was holding my head in my hands, all kinds of scenes flashed before my eyes.
The appearance of the black magician Guts and the European headquarters director, who were wandering around without a roof.
Thousands of prisoners pouring out from the giant disk that disappeared.
Finally, because the museum’s underground facilities were completely gutted, even my vision became distorted.
“My lord!”
“Protect the representative!”
It was truly an acceptance on an unprecedented scale.
Although I couldn’t control my body at all, the knights of Camelot and members of Pax FC protected me when I was defenseless.
Thanks to that, I was able to escape the threat of the swarming undead, but·····.
“They’re on our side now.”
They were no longer the army of Barnaul.
Guuuuuuu!
Dalgrak!
Undead prostrated themselves before me, their skulls crushed.
It was the same as when Camelot was put in.
Now that the statues that the spirits were possessed by have been accepted into the Louvre, I am their master.
“Thank you so much·····.”
This was originally impossible.
Unlike objects or terrain, living things, including people, could not be forcibly stored in subspace.
However, thanks to Barnaul storing each of Permegon’s spirits in a statue, I was able to bring the undead under my command just by accepting the Louvre.
The Knights of Camelot, and the newly acquired Undead of the Louvre.
I suddenly became a real necromancer·····.
The black magicians of Barnaul were not sitting idly by either.
“Get up!”
A thunderous voice, filled with evil words.
Kugugugugu·····!
Instead, it was the gums.
Although the number was reduced due to the loss of all the statues, Barnaul used the black magic he had gathered from the bottom to cause the death of Paris.
Oh my god·····.
As a result, a significant number of undead and skeletons appeared again.
It was an expected result.
The corpses from the invasions of Permegon and Barnaul were strewn all over Paris, and only a very small number of the vengeful spirits that Sisyphus had imbued into statues were left behind.
Of course, because they had to draw out the dark magic themselves, the black magicians of Barnaul also quickly lost their composure·····.
Kwaaaaang!
Dalgrarararak!
A square pit formed where the Louvre Museum disappeared.
Eventually, a large-scale battle between undead and undead took place in that huge tomb.
Choaaaak!
The giant demons that had been floating in the river rose up,
Demons with rotten bat wings swarmed between my empty ribs and attacked.
Kuung!
Kuung!
The footsteps of giant demons that shook the earth.
They hid lower-level demons between their joints and boasted overwhelming power like an aircraft carrier.
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
Phew!
Pfft!
I also blocked their attacks by spraying hundreds of ‘Demon Predators.’
The situation was much more favorable thanks to the capture of the Louvre’s demons·····.
“Medical team! Over here!”
“Move first! Treatment comes later!”
Thousands of prisoners freed from Sisyphus held us back.
Paxmen led the prisoners through the installed portals without exception, and a considerable number of gargoyles taken from Barnaul were mobilized as ambulances to transport the patients.
A situation where hundreds of people were already in a coma.
Although there were druids who were the natural enemies of warlocks, for the time being they had no choice but to pour their regenerative abilities into healing the sick.
Kwaaaaang!
Crispy!
In the midst of a battle between undead where bone dust rose like flames.
In the end, it was only me and the knights of Camelot who faced the warlocks.
Meanwhile, the guys were practically in a panic because of the disappearance of Sisyphus and the European headquarters.
“What are you talking about! You’re saying that I can’t withdraw!”
“I need to get in touch with the headquarters. But right now, the entire headquarters is·····.”
“This is driving me crazy, seriously·····.”
Guts screamed, and the European headquarters chief looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“Tsk tsk·····.”
If you’ve ever traveled to Europe, you have to be careful with your sleeves.
Because he had so openly and carelessly set up a treasure trove in the Louvre, he ended up taking care of my meals in a big way.
There was no further interference.
We ended up facing off against the warlocks.
The first thing that reacted to that tension was·····.
“·····Barnaul!”
They were the knights of Camelot.
Lancelot’s blue eyes burned fiercely.
Although they were undead and could not use sacred weapons such as the Holy Spear, the knights held the Cloud Sword, which had been strengthened to its maximum level.
Fault!
The knights of Camelot moved.
They formed a line as if they were one body, as if measured by a ruler.
They turned their swords in anger toward Barnaul.
Yeah!
The black magicians were still caught up in a chaotic atmosphere due to the rapidly changing situation·····.
“·····?”
Phew!
Where the knights’ swords had touched, only a blackened afterimage remained.
“Wake up, you idiots!”
It was the work of Guts, the chieftain of Barnaul.
He raised his hand and shouted at the warlocks.
He had already exhausted a considerable amount of his dark magic power to operate the undead, so he began to squeeze out the last of his remaining strength to create hallucinations of dark magic.
Phew!
Phew!
The illusions Guts gave were elaborate.
The knights of Camelot charged at the warlocks, but each strike with their swords only dispersed the black fog.
Wedge!
WHEEK!
The Holy Spear fired with ‘auto tracking’ also didn’t make much of a difference.
Even though they shipped out tens and hundreds of holy spears and evenly embedded them into the ground, they were only able to deal with a couple of warlocks, and Guts was the only one who slipped through the gap like a ghost.
“This is·····.”
It was a ghost’s job to sing a song.
Guts that confuses perception as if it had never existed here in the first place.
Perhaps because the remaining black magic was not enough, they did not counterattack·····.
“·····Knights of Camelot.”
The bastard still had the weapon called ‘hallucination’ left.
Shudder.
The spirits of Camelot reacted sensitively to the dark wizard’s low-pitched words.
Guts said.
“Don’t you know that Arthur is alive?”
“·····Stop talking nonsense. Arthur is dead.”
The death of a beloved master.
Lancelot immediately denied it, but Guts didn’t stop.
Because he started asking that question to the other knights of Camelot.
“Percival, is it okay for us to stay like this? Arthur is waiting for you in the Sylvania Forest.”
“That’s nonsense·····.”
“Why doesn’t that make sense? It’s where you first met Arthur.”
Percival never believed Guts’ words·····.
[Percival, the Knight of Camelot, has been destroyed.] [Percival returns to Camelot as a ghost.] Guts’s elaborately woven hallucinations erased him from the face of the earth.
Guts continued speaking.
“Hey, Modred. You saw the chamberlain poison the wine, didn’t you? The chamberlains are carrying the goblets to Arthur right now.”
“·····.”
“You’re the only one who knows that. How many more times do you want to see Arthur collapse on the table?”
“So that means·····.!”
Phew.
[Modred, the knight of Camelot, has been destroyed.] [Modred returns to Camelot as a ghost.] Modred disappeared with smoke like a blown-out candle.
Like that·····.
[Gwaine returns to the Shade of Camelot.] [Bedivere returns to the Shade of Camelot.] [Hector returns to the Shade of Camelot·····.] The knights of Camelot disappeared one by one.
Guts spoke to each and every one of them without exception.
He knew full well the experiences the knights had shared with the man known as Arthur, and the knights, being vengeful spirits by nature, could not refuse the warlock’s words.
Meanwhile, the more I listened to the story, the more I became convinced of Arthur’s death.
Dozens, hundreds of different stories centered around his death.
As Lancelot had told me, all of this was an extension of the illusion that had originated from Sisyphus.
“My lord.”
In the end, the only one left is Lancelot.
Now he didn’t even respond to Guts’s words, but he had a premonition of his own fate that would soon disappear.
“Arthur is dead. In the end, his death has turned us into ghosts. But·····.”
Two eyeballs of a pitch-black, empty skull.
The blue light inside it was slowly fading out.
“We were never mistaken.”
He grabbed my wrist.
And then·····.
[Lancelot, the Knight of Camelot, has been destroyed.] [Lancelot returns to Camelot as a ghost.] Wheeee·····.
Scattered like old dust.
He told me.
Don’t mistake me for Arthur.
The curse of Camelot forced her to submit to me, but she did not confuse it with her own heart.
“·····.”
Guts spoke to me as I stared blankly at the scattered places.
“Why are you so sentimental? You can just call her back. Well·····. But then you’d have to bring back Camelot, which you’ve kept hidden away.”
Judging by the loud noise, it seemed like they were targeting me this time.
“Anyway, their wish has always been to save Arthur. It’s just that their desire has been transformed from Sisyphus, so they appear to be loyal to you. And·····.”
But I was neither a vengeful spirit responding to the bastard’s words, nor a ghost torn to pieces by Sisyphus’ illusions.
Maybe that’s why he seemed to be trying to start by shaking my psychology.
“Logistics Center Manager, you don’t really think much about it, do you? It’s just that a few items come in and go out. Why would you care so much about inventory·····.”
Guts was slowly digging into my consciousness.
By digging up information, inflating various ideas, and sometimes diminishing them.
Even though he didn’t think so in his heart, Guts was constantly feeding him absurd ideas like Camelot being just another item, or that vengeful spirits like knights were all over the universe, or that Barnaul would be the savior of the Earth.
And·····.
Ultimately, the most persistently instilled thought was this.
“Do you think they’d follow you if Camelot weren’t there?”
“It’s so noisy, really·····.”
Lancelot once told me:
Obedience to me is due to the curse of Camelot, but it is up to one’s own will to live with such a heart.
As Guts said, I put the Knights of Camelot in the logistics center.
But, it is possible that their hearts were also taken in.
They say it’s a logistics center that contains all the things in the world, but your heart isn’t something that can be put into a delivery box.
“I don’t think that matters.”
I did the same.
What I want to put in the logistics center is not the obedience of the drivers, but their hearts.
Rather, in order to put that mind to it, one had to be able to abandon Camelot.
Although it wasn’t possible until now·····.
“Shipment.”
After much effort, they were finally able to shake off their enforced obedience.
Jiiing.
The portal rippled like blue waves.
What emerged from it was·····.
A spatula.
There were twelve knights in silver armor.
“·····.”
Both hands are covered with chapped skin.
The hollow eyes that had been like caves had disappeared without a trace.
Tears flowed heavily, and the soft, fluffy tears dripped down my chin and onto the floor.
Wheeee·····.
The vivid sound of the wind blowing through my ears.
A man with long brown hair flowing down both sides of his straight forehead approached me.
I could tell at a glance.
That he was Lancelot.
“······Why are you crying so much?”
The knights of Camelot, now severed from all contracts.
The knights, facing each other in silence, answered me by all bending their knees.
And then······
Sreung!
He drew his sword against the warlocks of Barnaul.
Tsk tsk tsk······
An unidentified energy hovered around the tip of the sword.
It wasn’t just their appearance that had changed.
LUNA-CAVE
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