“Is it okay······?”
Immediately after the Korean representative entered the gate, Lydia couldn’t hide her worry.
She had led the awakened people of the Czech and German countries and fought against the demons of Permegon herself. However, the number of troops led by Kim Jeong-gyeom was only about twenty.
No matter how she thought about it, the number was clearly insufficient to attack Permegon’s stronghold.
“······I should have stopped it somehow.”
Of course, she knew. Kim Jeong-gyeom’s plan to move through the gate of Permegon was firm, and it did not fit with the plans of the Czech and German Awakened people, including herself. Lydia felt very sorry about that.
“If it had been Dresden, we could have moved together······.”
For them, the important place was none other than Dresden—a German city connected to Prague, Czech Republic, by a major road. A significant number of German Awakened members of the group, including Lydia herself, had families in Dresden. Kim Jeong-gyeom’s strategy of selecting and striking Permegon’s stronghold through the gate was not bad, but for them, rescuing their families trapped in Dresden was the most urgent task.
Lydia, lost in thought, looked at the golden object before her eyes.
Done!
End!
A gate hack, flicking its tongue back and forth while tied to a rope. The guy that the Korean representative had left behind was still there.
“······Do as you wish?”
It’s easy. All they had to do was deal with the gate nuke and re-establish power in Prague. After that, it would be time to prepare for the operation to recapture Dresden as originally planned.
But······.
“If the gate core is destroyed, we won’t be able to retreat······.”
The expression on the face of the Korean representative was calm, almost languid. But what if he overestimated his abilities? What if the power of the demons was stronger than the Korean representative thought? If he wasn’t careful, he might end up cutting off the retreat of the Korean forces with his own hands.
“Julian!”
That’s why. A dangerous gate portal leading to demons. It was to call in a scout to see beyond.
“······Share your gaze. In the direction of the Korean representative.”
She made a decision. The Korean forces might be being pushed back by demons. They decided to rescue them first before closing the gate.
“We need to find them quickly. Some armored knights, and a few oriental Awakened ones······.”
She added hastily.
A look shared by the Scout Awakener, Julian. But what she discovered inside was······.
“······uh?”
There were dozens, if not hundreds, of troops attacking Permegon’s demon castle.
“······Why are there so many?”
Kwaaaaang!
Kwaaang!
It was truly an overwhelming sight. The spires of the demon castle crumbled like fruit toppings on a cake. Amidst the rubble of fallen stone, a huge war hammer engulfed in light rose tall. The roar of the knights howled at the top of their lungs.
“For Pax FC!”
“Purify the filthy demons!”
“······Ugh.”
Lydia was so startled that she couldn’t help but take a step back without realizing it. That wasn’t all.
Gigant continued to walk with heavy steps, as if soaked in oil. That existence,
Pushuung!
Kwaaaaaaaah!
Was thrown into the entrance of the demon castle with a sudden explosion. The pilot’s colorful parachute that suddenly appeared was rather annoying, but that wasn’t the only thing.
Kwaaaaang!
Kwaaaaang!
Lumps of unidentified metal poured out. The objects, covered in pure white light and bluish circuits, exploded repeatedly as soon as they collided with the demonic castle.
-Kaaaaaaah!
-Kaaaah!
“Oh, no!”
Lydia was horrified.
As if a beehive had been disturbed, demons, including gargoyles, poured out like a swarm of bees around the demon castle.
But,
Shushu shushuk!
Shush!
Demons were pierced one after another by the holy spears that poured down like rain from the sky.
At the sight before her eyes, Lydia just lowered her chin like an idiot.
‘······Can you call that a battle?’
That was Lydia’s honest impression. She finally confirmed that Kim Jeong-gyeom was riding the helicopter.
The fighting skills she observed of Kim Jeong-gyeom were closer to skill. Eight portals sprouted up around the helicopter. The dozens of spears that poured from each of them never missed or overlooked the enemy even once.
“No, that’s······.”
The knights screamed loudly. Skeleton knights with blue eyes. From massive suicide giants to nimble metal beams and guided weapons that glided through the sky.
Only then did Lydia realize.
This is not a battle with Permegon, but rather a judgment upon them.
And······.
“Who is helping whom······.”
It was not the Korean representative who needed salvation, but herself.
“Clear!”
“Clear here too!”
This time, I made a sandcastle again.
Paxman Paladins, one by one, raised their voices as they ascended the shattered demon castle.
They were putting up flags with the Pax FC logo all over the place.
Flutter!
“Who made that······?”
Plate armor and a hammer made by dwarves for the purpose of capturing demons.
In fact, it was part of the romance and concept, but surprisingly, the Paxman’s response was not bad.
Either way, my first battle in Europe was nothing short of bland.
In just a few hours, I took the castle of Permegon in Naples and slew nearly 100 demons with my spear.
“······In a few days, we’ll have a thousand.”
In the face of overwhelming force, everything was going smoothly, but······.
“Now that’s the problem······.”
There was one problem.
As befitting a major stronghold, Naples also had a large concentration camp built by Permegon.
Although I hadn’t counted them directly, I estimated that there were tens of thousands of people locked up in this facility.
The skeleton knights and Paxmen slowly opened the gates and distributed supplies, but there were too many of them.
“······Time is passing too quickly.”
However, it was not something I could just leave the door open and walk away from.
A concentration camp built like a chicken coop.
If liberation is granted without any measures, then there will definitely be chaos.
When I was alone and lost in my thoughts······.
“Hmm?”
Lydia, who was leading the Awakened group in Prague, was coming toward me.
It was she who said she would fix the power in Prague.
It is just a wonder why she suddenly appeared in Naples.
I asked her, who was strangely serious.
“I didn’t know you’d come over here.”
“I know, I said that, but······.”
Lydia hesitated for a moment.
But before long, the main point she brought up was as follows.
“My brother is in Dresden.”
It was clearly one of the territories occupied by Permegon.
Lydia reported that her brother and the families of other Awakened members of the group were being held captive in Dresden.
Indeed, there was a reason why the Prague Awakeners insisted on Dresden in particular.
‘Are you asking me to attack Dresden first?’
I was wondering if I could accept that request······.
Lydia’s request went a step further.
“If you allow us, we would also like to support the battle. The attack speed is too overwhelming······.”
“Ah······.”
She noticed it too.
I, who was going around the random gate, would arrive in Dresden several times faster than them.
As proof, I succeeded in conquering Naples in just a few hours.
‘It went well······?’
Lydia’s group numbered in the thousands.
Now it’s up to them to liberate and control the people imprisoned in the camps.
Thanks to this, I felt like I could also accelerate my advance into Europe.
Even her abilities weren’t limited to that.
“So······both buffs and debuffs are possible?”
“Yes. But only to the extent that my voice can reach. It’s a concept that is conveyed through words.”
As the leader of the Awakened, she possessed quite a unique ability.
“I can provide you with information here and there. The demons······.”
Is it because of her earnest longing for her younger brother?
She started to list off all sorts of useful things about herself, like a job seeker standing in front of an interviewer······.
“That’s enough.”
I stopped her briefing, which had been going on and on.
“There is something I want you to do.”
The ability to apply buffs and debuffs simultaneously.
Because Pax FC has come up with a perfect job for her.
Groan, groan.
The subspace became noisy.
The location was none other than Camelot Castle.
Skeleton knights stood around as usual, and the elders of Elvenheim and the druids of the Great Forest formed a crowd.
And······.
Everyone stuck out their tongues.
“This is······ I have never seen such a growth rate in my 700 years of life.”
“Growth and overcoming through words? How can I possibly think of such things······.”
Clang, clang.
They chewed the leaves and couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.
The reason was none other than the World Tree of subspace.
Because the guy was growing at a rapid pace.
“Now it’s becoming something······.”
It was a different feeling for me too.
We’ve done all sorts of things to grow the world tree.
‘······There has never been a shit show like this shit show.’
The key to nurturing the world tree is to ‘give it a bottle and give it medicine.’
In order to protect this, I alternately applied Camelot’s exploitation function and the subspace’s life support system and made Kim Sol use the World Tree’s solid trunk as a sandbag.
I was the one who made my older sister use the heel periodically, and eventually even spread the drugs I stole from Madison as fertilizer.
Although there were some achievements, the growth of the world tree was still lacking in that last bit.
But······.
Only thanks to Lydia’s abilities could we overcome those limitations.
“Please continue, Lydia.”
Lydia facing the World Tree.
She was so embarrassed that her face turned bright red······.
“Yes······.”
When I urged her, she reluctantly continued doing what she had been doing.
She was hesitating, her lips moving heavily······.
Finally opened her mouth.
In a voice that sounded like she was reading a Korean textbook, step by step.
“······You are the most beautiful broadleaf tree in the world.”
Swish!
It was amazing.
Because when the leaves of the World Tree heard Lydia’s words, they sparkled and raised their heads.
But······.
“······Don’t get excited, you stupid grass head.”
–!!
The cold, venomous words that suddenly returned caused the leaves to quickly turn yellow and wither.
It was a world tree that lowered its head······.
“Still, it’s nice to look at because it’s so fresh.”
–!?
Lydia’s words made it raise its head again.
Swish!
Chuuk······.
Swish!
Chuuk······.
It was an endless repetition.
Praise and sarcasm flew in like the palm of one’s hand.
Accordingly, the World Tree bloomed and died repeatedly.
The growth was so fast that you could see the leaves growing lushly in real time with the naked eye.
‘I was hoping it would work since they said both buffs and debuffs were possible······.’
It was Lydia’s ability to grant buffs through ‘words.’
As soon as she entered the subspace, she started having a pseudo-scientific conversation with the plants.
I actually felt like I was dying of embarrassment······.
‘······Good.’
Thanks to this, the World Tree was growing rapidly.
“Well, the World Tree isn’t a divine water for nothing. It can grant both wounds and healing, even mentally······.”
Clap clap!
The impressed elf elder Wilgrim clapped his hands.
“At this speed······.”
Likewise, the tongue-lashing druid chieftain Findrick also gave me a heads-up.
I think I’ll be able to revive the skeleton knights within the next two weeks.
On one side······.
“My lord······.”
Lancelot’s voice was actually anxious.
To be freed from the curse and be reborn.
Certainly, it was a joyous thing, without a doubt.
But······.
“I worry that our loyalty will be shaken. The abilities we enjoyed as undead will disappear.”
He was worried about his abilities disappearing.
The knights of Camelot who never die.
Because that was definitely my greatest strength.
He couldn’t just smile even when he received good news······.
“Don’t worry. I have no intention of making you weak.”
I immediately called out to the dwarf next to me, Cooper.
“You’re not making anything right now, are you?”
“I’ve been resting since I made the hammer. I’ve been servicing parts and things… Why, do you have something new to give me?”
The concept of magical circuits learned from the dwarves.
One thing I learned through this was that things made with great care are often imbued with some kind of philosophy or imagination.
The ‘conditional expression’ drawn through the magic circuit also had that meaning.
Depending on what kind of bet is made, the value or direction of the object is determined.
In that respect······.
“Please draw a magic circuit in Camelot Castle.”
Camelot was no different.
A unique item created by the black magicians of Barnaul.
This contained the dark magicians’ ideology of confining the possessed souls to the ends of hell.
It was a natural progression.
It was I, who was trying to save the knights, who started to question Barnaul’s thoughts.
If the graffiti they drew in Camelot was ‘death’······.
“The condition is ‘to revive the knights of Camelot.’”
The word I was going to write was ‘resurrection.’
LUNA-CAVE
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