Symbol of Resurrection 10

The afterimage of Guts shimmered like waves. Lancelot, aiming his sword, recalled old memories.

“······It’s been a while, Guts.” It was a reunion that was finally complete. Until just a moment ago, he was nothing more than a wandering ghost. Yeah! But the sword, raised at an angle, now revealed a fully human face.

“You······ How?” Guts looked puzzled. The knights who broke through the prison called Camelot and returned to human form. Like a stage magician whose tricks were discovered, the destroyed black magic was a nightmare in itself. The black magic words that boasted absolute power could not exert any power on living, breathing humans, and Guts, who had been teasing the knights with his tongue wagging until now, had no choice but to keep his mouth shut. Lancelot added calmly to Guts, “It will be a lot different from then.”

Wheeee······. The black robes of the warlocks fluttered in the wind. A situation where it was confirmed that it was all just a mirage. But the knights who fought hundreds of battles at the mercy of Sisyphus and spent long years imprisoned in Camelot were not the same as they were in the past.

Jii······. The knights’ swords emitted a soft light. And according to that light······. “······That?” I could see a dense purple line surrounding the perimeter. To me, who was puzzled, Lancelot added, “It’s the black magic of Barnaul. It gives you countless choices and forces you to choose one. But no matter which one you choose, you end up being manipulated by their taste.”

It certainly was. The dark magicians were floating before my eyes like targets, but none of them were real. It was only now that the full picture was revealed by the sword light that the knights had lit. “We need to pay attention to the very way they create choices.” Clearly, what was before my eyes was an illusion. But the hands of the black magicians who manipulated the illusions could not have been illusions.

At last······. “We will open the way.” They were slaves to black magic, so they held the rope that bound them upside down. Widely! Knock! My steps were lighter than when I was a skeleton. Twelve knights rushed at once toward the remnants of Barnaul.

Phew! Hook! The results were no different from before. One by one, Guts and the black magicians disappeared like bubbles. With the new welcome emerging, the tangled formulas were spinning around in circles. But······. Purple lines in the light of the sword. The two were in sharp parallel.

Wedge! “······Cough!” The ‘Demon Predator’ that flew in between finally pierced the warlock’s forehead. The sword dance of knights who went against life. I was able to trace back the illusions Guts had created from the tail and capture the true nature of the hidden dark magicians.

“······Crunch.” “······Clap!” The black magicians of Barnaul let out their final screams above the tightly spread staff. As the performance stained with lies and illusions was turned upside down, the beautiful melody of life began to flow. So, the grand finale that we finally reached, but at the same time, the prologue, was······.

“······” Guts was standing there, his robe hem fluttering in the wind, now tattered. Could it be because of the strong repulsive force that he was wielding? Although they could not strike, the knights’ swords resolutely blocked the bastard’s cunning movements. Widely! “Ugh!” Guts fell flat on his face, his ankle caught.

“Do you think you can get away with this? You dare do this to Barnaul······!” He rose from the dust and left a faint warning message, but······. Crunch! I once again thrust my holy spear into the mouth of the man who was generating black magic. The torso that flew over with the spear. After that, he let his arms hang loosely.

“Who dares, you little bastard?” Guts lost focus. He became a cold corpse and decorated the end of the warlocks······. “······When did time get like this?” Only then did I notice the panoramic view of Paris, occasionally illuminated by moonlight. With the death of the warlocks, the army of Barnaul disappeared without a trace. There were only piles of bones scattered all over the road. What remained were the undead that had now come under my command, and the city was enveloped in silence, that was all.


Although the situation in Paris had been quelled, hundreds of prisoner-of-war camps still remained in Europe. “Leave it to me. I’ll clean it up neatly.” “I look forward to it.” The Prague Awakeners and the Priests, as well as other support forces from other countries, agreed to help with the cleanup, and I was left to do the finishing touches, such as occasionally dealing with the Gate core and setting up portals for transporting patients. Thanks to that, I was able to return to the subspace with the burden on my mind put aside for a moment.

A subspace that had become even more spacious. Families who had suffered greatly were crowded together in the logistics center. “······It’s a bit excessive for a cultural activity.” Kim Sol scratched her head. The Louvre Museum, including its gardens and underground exhibition halls. The massive terrain was connected to the northern entrance of the logistics center. It wasn’t even an ordinary museum. The ‘Ghost’ thresher Sisyphus was tilted like Chernobyl’s Ferris wheel, and dozens of eerie statues of demons were lined up around it, while in front of it, the holy spears containing the souls of warlocks were stuck in like toothpicks. Looking at this alone, it was nothing more than an ominous facility that surpassed Camelot······. I had set up a kind of memorial monument on one side of the exhibition hall.

“······.” The souls of those sacrificed by Barnaul. Because I used the ‘Demon Predator’ to collect their souls separately without exception. As I looked at the six huge windows that could accommodate up to 1,000 people, the horrors of Paris came to mind in a truly horrifying way. I asked the elf elder Wilgrim if there was a way to revive them······. “······It’s difficult. The situation is different from Camelot.” He shook his head firmly. “Isn’t it true that the vengeful spirit is attached to objects?” “Camelot contained only twelve vengeful spirits. But to revive hundreds of vengeful spirits at once would require an unimaginable amount of natural power. I can’t even begin to imagine it······.” Unfortunately, this time it wasn’t a problem that could be solved by copying. Even if you copy the World Tree that will be the material, it won’t be able to grow beyond that. “Should I at least make him become a Buddha······.” I debated whether I should cause a divine explosion with the souls of the victims but decided to keep it in the museum for now, just in case.

Still······. “······Leo!” Fortunately, not everyone died. I took over the Paris prison camps and rescued the people who had entered Sisyphus. In fact, if you look closely, there were far more living people than dead people. Leo was a young boy, ten years older than Lydia. Lydia burst into tears while holding Leo, and even while being conscious of the other victims, she repeatedly thanked me with tears in her eyes whenever she forgot. As I was stroking Leo’s head a few times while he was lowering his head with a bewildered expression······. “Hello. My name is Leo······.” It seemed like they had become really close over the years.

Lydia took Leo to the World Tree and introduced them to each other. Lydia gave a greeting mixed with a bright smile and a buff······. “······!” Choooooooo. As if it had encountered its mother’s other hidden son, the World Tree shed yellow leaves. “······Huh? Gyesu? Where does it hurt? What’s wrong with you?” The World Tree was withering and dying. It seemed clear that he would recover in about half a day, but he was clearly quite disappointed by the appearance of his competitor. As the World Tree, he would have wanted to monopolize the love of Lydia, who was like a mother to him. Meanwhile, the elf elder Wilgrim was looking at the scenery with pleasure.

“This is it······. The human and existential pain surrounding familial love! Such pain is the ordeal that thickens the roots! Through this, the World Tree will gradually become an adult······.” ‘ ······Now I see that this person was the problem.’ Clap clap! Wilgrim clapped his hands like a seal, wiping away tears of emotion. Who would have thought that the 700-year-old elf elder was actually a twisted sadist from the underworld? If it weren’t for this gentleman’s advice, my relationship with the World Tree wouldn’t have fallen into the abyss. “Oh, come to think of it······.” We had taken care of Barnaul and taken the spoils to subspace, but there was still one thing left to do. Camelot, where new magical circuits were carved by the dwarves in Elvenheim. Because I had made a bet with him that he would resurrect the knights. “I kept my promise.” Now it was time to check out the rewards.


Elvenheim, reached through a portal with the knights. Cooper, who came out of the factory, gave me a Camelot the size of a crown. “The circuit worked properly. This is the result.” The damp ash was nowhere to be found. The pure white stone wall shone brilliantly, and smooth blue circuits flowed through the gaps like streams of water. “While I was working, the black magic circuits were communicating with the outside world. But now that they’ve all been removed, there will be no more tracking from the outside world.” As expected of a master craftsman, Cooper had a thorough understanding of the functions granted to Camelot. Camelot Castle, pursued by Barnaul’s black magic. However, by removing the black magic circuit and achieving the given conditions, I was able to shake off the pursuit of those who were either the Inspector General or something.

As expected, the new Camelot was free of any souls. The Skeleton Knights were restored to their former guise and were also freed from the restrictions of Camelot. Since the exploitation function was also gone, it was practically nothing more than a tin can now that there were no knights······. I couldn’t just pass over the newly granted option lightly.

Tiring! —- [Camelot of the Reverse] Grade: [Unique] Description: [It used to be the palace of the cursed knights, but by achieving the engraved conditions, its fundamental nature has changed. It can be installed in any size you want, and the installation cost is proportional to the size.] Attribute: [Special] Options: [Article Registration] -You can register articles. (Up to 12 people) ⁊ However, only knights who were once part of Camelot can register. [Dream and Reality] – Via Camelot, you can transform your knight into a ‘Ghost’ form. -You can transform your knight into ‘human’ form via Camelot. [Reverse] -The dead knight is resurrected in Camelot. ⁊ World Trees of a certain size or larger are used as materials. ⁊ It takes time to revive. (24 hours) —-

‘ ······Oh my god, I thought this would be a real resurrection.’ It was given a new name, ‘Camelot of the Reverse.’ And as its name, Upside Down Sky, suggests, its original function was also completely upside down. ‘ ······You can become a ghost while still alive?’ The knights are now people. However, through the Camelot of the Reverse, it was possible to become a ghost, and even to be resurrected after death. The World Tree is consumed as a resource, but it can be copied and used. In fact, it was nothing more than a fraudulent option that gave automatic respawn with a 24-hour cooldown. The problem is······. ‘Can we ask this of the knights?’

Attribution to items. From the ‘Ghosting’ function to the resurrection effect that goes against the nature of life. Because the effects were still similar to the Curse of Camelot. “······.” The knights of Camelot surrounded me. They, who had shared information about the items together, all remained silent. Of course, that’s natural. Now we are no longer in a contractual relationship. Now that the curse has been lifted, the knights no longer need to serve me as their master. Of course, it would be impossible to leave Earth or anything, but it was also true that if they declared that they would move independently, there was no way to stop them.

‘······Thank you for your hard work.’ It didn’t have to be my subject. Although they did not serve me, the elves and druids were also very dependable helpers. To be honest, it would be a lie to say that I didn’t feel sorry, but if you could be my ally and stand with me by my side, that alone would be appreciated. After a long silence, Lancelot opened his mouth. Somehow, the voice was a little wet. “······Your wish has finally come true.”

Stab······

The sound of birds chirping mixed with the sound of the wind.

At the center of Elvenheim, filled with the World Tree, Lancelot looked at his skin-covered hands.

“Actually, we have been talking among ourselves for a long time. Up until now, we had no choice but to follow Camelot’s orders… but if, if the curse really were to disappear, how would we live? But….”

Lancelot scratched his head, seeming embarrassed.

And······.

Tiring!

[Lancelot became a knight of ‘Reverse Camelot.’] [Gwaine became a knight of ‘Reverse Camelot.’] [Percival became a knight of ‘Reverse Camelot.’] [Modred became a knight of ‘Reverse Camelot.’] [Bedivere became a knight of ‘Reverse Camelot’······.]

A registration message from all twelve people came up from ‘Camelot of the Reverse.’

I couldn’t help but be surprised.

They had suffered under the bondage of Camelot for eons.

Because they were throwing away their freedom again without a second thought.

“Everyone has different wishes.”

The knights’ wish.

Suddenly, the fantasy of Sisyphus came to mind.

They had gone through hundreds and thousands of nightmares in order to protect their master, Arthur······.

“We knew it too. Our lord was growing stronger day by day, and the day would come when we would be able to take your ankles.”

The knights’ wishes were no longer confined to the past.

That was actually the case.

Those who were blocked by the wall of the 7th or 8th level.

Because, regardless of their loyalty, they were knights of Camelot who could no longer grow.

“That’s why I wanted to live even more desperately. I wanted a body that could grow with the sweat and years of my body, a body that I had before I was alive. In the end, thanks to the new life I received from my lord······.”

Sreung!

Lancelot took out his sword.

And······.

“I was able to bring about the blooming of ‘Aura’ once again.”

At the end of it, a soft sword light began to appear.

“Time will pass for us too. As we swing our swords thousands and tens of thousands of times… I believe we will gradually be able to assist our lord at a higher level.”

A spatula.

Lancelot gave me a sword.

And then······.

“It’s very late, but······ I will post the knight’s oath.”

Twelve knights fell prostrate at once.

LUNA-CAVE

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