Symbol of Resurrection 8

“······As expected, there’s a new owner.”

Black Mage Guts added.

He shared the gaze of the ghosts scattered everywhere.

While observing the knights advancing into Paris, I discovered a heterogeneous mix of knights from Camelot.

“I can’t not know······. They are my children.”

It was decades ago, but I remembered it clearly.

He was also one of the main culprits who trampled Avalon and created Camelot.

The brutal death of a hero whom the knights desperately tried to protect.

The death left an unforgettable scent for the black magicians of Barnaul who loved despair.

“However·····.”

It was a very hazy memory, but I didn’t have the luxury of savoring it right now.

“What the hell is going on here?”

As he watched the knights swarming into the streets of Paris, Guts asked the European headquarters chief.

Chief Stanley simply answered in a trembling voice.

“······I told you that I was using a sacred weapon.”

“You didn’t say that the brilliant weapon was an Emes-type spear reinforced by the dwarves. Why on earth would something like that exist in such a low dimension?”

If only that were all.

Barnaul’s strength lies in its overwhelming numbers, made up of an immortal army.

Because I was confident that I could easily defeat any hero or item.

But······.

“······How many of those are there?”

Boom boom.

Hundreds of spears decorate the sky.

Even because they were devouring the souls of the dead, they were reducing Barnaul’s formula of an immortal army to nothing more than a mere empty boast.

Less noise!

Skeletons thrown coldly aside.

Guts grabbed his throbbing forehead.

Barnaul is one of the top ten cities in the world.

Of course, there was a force that could overwhelm all of these······.

‘······If only it weren’t such a remote place.’

It was impossible to be free from the regulations imposed on the Earth.

Although it is said to have come through the Inspectorate, all procedures must be carried out in accordance with the Chamber of Commerce’s strict development principles.

Downgrade in hierarchy, sealing of upper-middle and higher-level black magic, troop restrictions, restrictions on bringing in certain equipment, etc.

As Barnaul had a strong power, the restrictions that held them back were also considerable.

-Wow!

The knights were quickly approaching the prison camp.

Guts quickly tapped on the calculator······.

Finally, he made a decision.

“As soon as Camelot is recovered, Barnaul will be taken from the Earth. Be aware of that.”

“Just a moment, Commander······!”

The worry didn’t last long.

Obsessed with making money while carrying heavy weights.

Because even after thinking about it a hundred or a thousand times, it was right to just throw it away.

However, I couldn’t just abandon the ‘Recover Camelot’ mission that I had received from the Inspector General.

Dozens of warlocks had already been deployed to Elvenheim for the recovery operation, but Guts wanted to end this situation as quickly as possible.

That way, we can save even a single vengeful spirit.

“Think again, Commander Guts. Earth is a dimension with enormous potential. Sooner or later, there will be significant profits······.”

For Stanley, who was seeking to rise in social status, this news was like a bolt from the blue.

He desperately tried to persuade Guts, but······.

“This is a withdrawal request. Please accept it, Chief.”

Guts made his point firmly known.

‘······Let’s end it here on good terms.’

From now on, he planned to move on his own.

To reclaim Camelot while minimizing damage as much as possible.


It was just a moment.

The aura of black magic that had filled every corner of Paris disappeared without a trace.

Whoosh!

The undead horde collapsed in an instant, and the demons were quickly sucked into the items they were bound to.

“······what?”

A passageway that was opened up in an instant.

Everyone looked bewildered as the enemies disappeared like bubbles······.

Thanks to this, I was able to reach Place Vendôme, where the POW camp was located, in no time.

Groan, groan.

The huge camp was packed with thousands of people.

“Please take care of me.”

Pax FC’s healers were mobilized, and Priest Glenn and Druids helped the prisoners recover.

The prisoners slowly regained their strength by drinking the quickly supplied potions.

They calmly testified to the tragedy that has occurred so far.

“I drafted mainly the Awakened. Most of those left here are civilians without any special Awakening abilities······.”

The prisoners lowered their heads.

According to their words, thousands of people have already been dragged to Sisyphus.

The distance was not far.

Located less than a kilometer to the south.

Because a gigantic Sisyphus was looming large among the quaint buildings that contained the history of Paris.

“······I had my doubts, but is this really the Louvre?”

I knew it from the moment the ancient statue was pulled up on a cart, but it really was home to the Louvre.

I immediately checked their movements.

I summoned Julian, the Prague Awakened Reconnaissance Ability, and shared his far-reaching vision.

The Louvre Museum’s trademark glass pyramid is overshadowed by the giant Sisyphus.

From the gaze directed downward,

“······That?”

I was able to discover one particularly familiar place.

Click click.

Gears that mesh together without rest.

Tarrrrr········.

A steel ball that slides through a complex network of pipes.

There are a dozen or so switches that produce a Morse code-like rhythm of tick-tock-tock.

The space surrounded by soft exhaust sounds and soft blue light caught my attention.

It was several times larger, but it was unmistakable.

“······Chamber of Commerce?”

Because it was a space that looked exactly like a branch of the Chamber of Commerce in a subspace.

Wheeee········.

A silence fell over Paris.

The situation where all the undead in Barnaul have fallen.

I set up a portal so that the prisoners could escape to Korea or Elvenheim, and I led the knights and paladins straight to the Louvre where Sisyphus was installed.

How many minutes did it take to walk?

As the museum’s glass pyramid, bathed in the soft blue glow of the Chamber of Commerce, came into view······.

-I have a suggestion.

Through the specters that had gathered around, a chilling voice pierced my ears.

‘Is that guy?’

A black wizard from Barnaul, wearing a black robe turned inside out.

The owner of the voice was waiting for me at the European headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

He said.

“I am Guts of Barnaul. Come in. We cannot attack each other inside, and we will not be attacked from outside······.”

The Chamber of Commerce headquarters as a safety device.

He invited me to the best neutral zone in the multidimensional world, but

“Listen carefully. Talk over there.”

Unfortunately, we weren’t close enough to share a hahahoho tea.

He couldn’t deny it, so he got straight to the point.

“Abandon Camelot. The Chamber of Commerce will not abandon Camelot once you’ve been implicated in regulatory violations. The Inspector General will track you to the ends of the earth.”

The beginning was a warning.

The guy who started talking in a murderous voice,

“There are thousands of prisoners being held in Sisyphus right now. It hasn’t been put into operation yet, so we might be able to rescue them if we want. If you just hand over Camelot······.”

Soon he proposed peace negotiations in a calm voice.

“I will liberate the prisoners and leave the Earth cleanly. Europe will also become an empty land, so you can occupy it.”

He shoved the scales at me.

A precarious balance, with thousands of prisoners and the loyal knights of Camelot hanging on either side.

It was a truly unpleasant choice, but······. The bastard added another condition.

“However, I will take Sisyphus and the sculptures in the basement here. I will leave behind those made of human material. I will only take back the items that belong to the demons of Permegon.”

‘······Why are they acting like this?’

A one-sided proposal that seems to have been made without any consideration

After all, it seemed like he had his own corner of faith.

But······.

“······Master Guts!”

A warlock with his robes billowing in rags and his head covered in dirt.

He came running out of breath and whispered a message to the commander of Barnaul.

“······what?”

His ‘foundation of faith’ was shattered.

Far from reclaiming Camelot, the warlocks were left stranded in Elvenheim.

It seemed that the miserable news had only just reached Guts’ ears.

“······Wait a minute, speak slowly.”

He tried hard to calm his mind.

But after hearing his subordinate’s last report, he ended up losing his mind.

“······Elvenheim has reclaimed the World Tree?”

And······.

“······Even the Druids?”

That was the turning point.

Barnaul finds out that their natural enemy is here on Earth.

Guts, whose face had turned pale, turned around without saying a word.

Then he stretched out both arms and rekindled the black magic that had been scattered like dust throughout the city of Paris.

Tarrrrrrrrr!

There was no more peace.

Undead that began to recover quickly, their bones intertwined like chains.

The tomb of the emaciated white bones began to rise again as an immortal army.

“······I guess it’s wrong to go home.”

I was no longer his conversation partner.

A man with neat pomaded hair sitting in the Chamber of Commerce.

Sure enough, he told the manager of the Chamber of Commerce facility here.

“Chief, I withdraw my withdrawal request. Instead, please contact me at the headquarters.”

“Well, what should I put in it?”

The chief’s face lit up brightly.

To him, Guts added with a murderous expression.

“Barnaul should participate in the Earth colonization project. The reason is the tens of thousands of world trees and the Druids.”

“All right······!”

The chief, excited at the thought of turning the Earth into a sea of ​​fire, ran inside, and the changes continued without end.

Ughh …

The cries of the undead echo throughout the city of Paris.

As I took a moment to catch my breath, the scent of death they were giving off became even stickier.

Kookookookook······.

Like a broken Ferris wheel, Sisyphus, carrying thousands of prisoners, slowly tilted,

The rusty metal meshed with each other, making a screaming noise.

Thud thud thud!

Chaenggang!

The vast underground chambers of the Louvre.

Dozens of gargoyles attached to the statue flew up through the glass pyramid.

The skulls that had been rolling around glowed with blue light, and the skeletons rushed in, dragging another statue behind them.

Finally······.

Only the black magician Guts and the European headquarters were hidden within the safe walls of the Chamber of Commerce.

Guts looked around with a determined expression.

“You haven’t gone yet? If you don’t have any thoughts, then get out quickly. This place is destined to become hell anyway.”

Only then did he realize I was there, and he issued a brutal order to evict the guests.

It was just questionable for me.

Why do you talk so much when you come into someone else’s land?

I answered.

“No, you’ll have to take out the room. And······.”

Then I looked around.

From Sisyphus to the Louvre, and even the European headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce.

Because all the facilities that were perfect for putting into a subspace were gathered together in one place.

“What if I put them all in one place like this? ······Delicious.”

“······what?”

“Ugh.”

The trim has already come out.

LUNA-CAVE

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