A rapidly crumbling gargoyle wall.
Down the steep slopes of Mt. Bukhan, the heads of gargoyles, broken like stones, rolled down the slopes.
A ‘battle hammer’ made by dwarves.
Although no conditions had been imposed or any engraving work had been done on it, the effect was outstanding.
The dwarves’ craftsmanship also shined.
A hammerhead with a large hexahedron exposed on both sides.
Even though I had broken at least a dozen, or at most dozens, of petrified gargoyles, I couldn’t find a single scratch on the striking surface of my hammer.
Moreover, the excellence of the ‘Battle Hammer’ was not limited to mere durability.
“Do you like it?”
“I hear it every time.”
Cooper peeking out from the portal I opened.
He also seemed to be curious about the actual performance of the ‘battle hammer’ that the dwarves had painstakingly created.
A long, concave handle for a war hammer, like a temple pillar.
The convex, protruding thread was made of a special conductor that could receive and transmit energy, and as a result, it could transmit the awakening ability or the power of the hierarchy it possessed to the hammerhead.
Hurrruk!
Phage, phage, phage!
As a result, the hammerheads of those who had awakened their flame abilities were covered in a soft ember, and the attacks of those who had awakened their electric abilities caused electric shocks, or if not even that, the power transmitted from their awakening or hierarchy could vibrate and sweep away the walls of the gargoyles like bowling pins.
Ironically, the strategy Permegon chose ended up killing more demons.
“I never expected it, but I never thought you would give me a last name right away.”
Gargoyles that had to constantly descend to the ground to build castles.
The knights’ hammers slammed down on the guy’s head.
‘Seokhwa’ must have had some kind of corner of faith…
Corn…
Looking at the bodies of those guys, broken and scattered on the floor like grains of sand, I knew that I was absolutely wrong.
The demons of Permegon are easily sorted out.
But, you could never think of them as weak.
“It’s a good thing there were hammers, and infinite ones at that…”
Incredible construction speed.
If we hadn’t mobilized the Paxmen to destroy it in real time, the Permegon Castle would have appeared in the middle of Mt. Bukhan in the blink of an eye.
It turns out that the story of conquering Europe was not a lie.
And at this exact point…
“You dirty devils!”
“Can’t you come down here right now?”
Permegon changed his strategy.
Bam!
Splash!
Gargoyles who have given up on building castles any longer.
They flapped their wings and flew into the sky.
Wedge!
Wedge!
Demons that climbed trees and rocks, folding and unfolding their wings and soaring into the sky.
As soon as I exited the portal, I saw them soaring into the sky, so it was clear that they had changed their purpose.
Gargoyles fluttered their wings and scattered to various places.
They were the ones who spread out here and there to build nests in places other than Bukhansan…
Shushu shuk!
Shush!
No matter how fast and how skillfully you fly,
There was no avoiding my ‘tracked delivery.’
Phew.
“…Kaaaak!?”
Petrification, which could only be used on land.
I had no choice but to allow the sharp spears flying from the sky to hit me.
“There’s no way for you guys anyway.”
Although I couldn’t cover all those gargoyles by myself…
“Shoot!”
Phew!
Phew!
Fortunately, I wasn’t alone.
Because the archers of Elvenheim were together keeping the sky in check.
Bam!
Bam!
Gargoyles falling like wet laundry through the dense forest.
Their bodies were covered with spears and silver arrows carved by craftsmen.
Since they were all weapons soaked in divine power, they were enough to pierce the gargoyles’ skin.
Kaaaaaaah!
From the demons’ point of view, it was a true dilemma.
On the ground, they were being pounded with a hammer, and in the air, they were being stabbed with a spear.
They would have felt only bitter about their fate as they had just escaped through the gate.
Like that…
After a while, we dealt with the gargoyles pouring out of the gate.
Wheeee…
Silence descended on Mt. Bukhan, which had been stained with the cries of battle.
Not a single one moved.
Just the remains of those guys, broken like rocks, blowing in the wind along with the dust.
Jiiing.
The surface of the gate, like a blue stain, did not spit out anything.
And that…
It meant that they had stopped attacking.
“…Is it finished?”
Bukhansan Mountain is covered with the pure white stone dust of gargoyles like snow.
It seemed like someone had said something like that in the midst of an atmosphere that was so quiet it had become eerie.
And…
Hooooooooooo!
Phew!
An unidentified wind blew from the gate and swept around us.
“…What?”
Phew!
Phew!
The wind swept freely between the trees of Mt. Bukhan and between the knights, releasing the white stone powder on the ground into the air like ash.
Acrid dust rose up, calming the excitement of the knights who had been fired up by the sacred hammer blows.
Phew!
Phew!
The wind was gradually getting stronger.
What started out as just a small gust of dust has now grown into a wind so strong it can carry away fingers, or even gargoyle heads.
No, at this point, it wasn’t the wind anymore.
Picking up and carrying away the corpses of gargoyles scattered on the ground was too trivial a scene to be attributed to the wind.
Phew!
It brushed past my ear,
Scream.
Regret.
The sound of crying was mixed in.
I couldn’t help but be shocked.
Because that sight felt so familiar.
“…Shade?”
It couldn’t be said to be exactly the same.
Although they were cursed ghosts, the ghosts of Camelot each retained a clear consciousness.
On the other hand, the ghosts that escaped through the gates of Permegon were wandering around Bukhansan Mountain, sobbing or screaming, but soon cackling.
Save me.
I survived!
Have you been waiting long?
Asleep!
The shattered words rang in my ears like grains of sand.
But like the dust of gargoyle statues mixed together, the ghosts collided and were worn away, losing themselves.
And…
The reason why Permegon sent the ghosts is finally starting to be revealed.
Kugugugugu…
The movement of the winds was like waves.
A pendulum movement that sweeps outward, then soon gathers back toward the portal.
On the way back, the stone dust from the dead gargoyle statues returned like a sandy beach.
A white sandcastle piled up in the middle of Bukhansan Mountain.
From that…
Phew!
Kkwadduk!
An unidentified life force rose up.
Flesh blooming between tiny grains of sand.
What appeared like that was…
Krrrrrr…
It was a huge monster with a spotted body, as if covered in white frost.
Swish.
Slurp.
The body of the sandcastle-like creature continuously flowed to the floor.
But the ghosts continued to maintain their monstrous forms by scooping up sand from the floor, as if climbing the hill of Sisyphus.
“What should I say…”
It was difficult to specify its form.
A body made up of broken pieces of large and small gargoyles.
I thought that the body that stretched out like a stem all over Bukhansan resembled the shape of a snake entangled here and there.
Phew!
Phew!
I called back the skeleton knights that I had temporarily left behind in Elvenheim.
In any case, the existence of the ghosts that were wandering around him still remained.
…
Fortunately, the skeleton knights who had completed their mission had entered the subspace.
Doo doo doo doo doo!
Looking down at the situation in Bukhansan from a helicopter,
Lancelot confirmed my uneasy premonition.
“That’s right. They’re ghosts.”
Then he looked back at my face for a moment and added with a bitter expression.
“It’s a shame. This kind of thing happens on Earth too…”
It was a sure thing.
Permegon, who conquered Europe.
Because they must have captured Europeans and turned them into vengeful spirits.
Lancelot also looked miserable.
He who took the scholars away from the invaders.
He would never have wanted what happened in his hometown of Avalon to be repeated in another dimension.
Maybe he was helping me to prevent the destruction of the Earth and that he would at least never see the same sight again.
“Now that it’s come to this… there’s no way to save it anymore.”
Lancelot said.
“If we were bound to items like you, we might at least have retained our sanity. But that… is now just being replaced by blind energy.”
“I see…”
There was no choice.
If I couldn’t save her, I had to end that painful life as soon as possible…
Phew!
Phew!
The hammer blows of the knights lightly brushed past the ghosts,
The quickly rushing spear was stuck deep in the sand they had piled up.
A guy with divine powers and self-esteem, and who is completely immune to physical attacks.
And the bigger problem was that the bastard finally started attacking.
Saaaaah!
Saaaaak!
A guy who devours the paladins like a sand hell.
If the ‘product recovery’ had been even a little late, we would have lost several Paxmans.
Sasa sasa sak!
As the trunk-like legs of the thing quickly swept down between the trees, I dialed in my radio from inside the helicopter I was riding.
“Can you hear me?!”
Paxman knights roaming Mt. Bukhan.
Among them were Priest and Glenn, who were brought from the United States.
If we eliminate the ghosts, we can also stop the monster’s movements.
When I asked if it was possible to become a Buddha, Glenn answered in astonishment.
-No, was that a ghost?
Fortunately, he was given the skill of becoming a Buddha.
It would have been okay to just appease the ghosts now…
Even this wasn’t easy because the sandstorm they were causing was so strong.
At last…
“Please send home all the lost souls you meet. I will disperse them well…”
In the end, the only method left was to add another type of ‘physical force.’
Because I had an explosive divine weapon, the H-beam.
This is a guy who was put aside for a while.
Right now, the urgent task was to catch the demons and fulfill the conditions for the Holy Spear.
It was a fragile object with an unstable circuit that was set to explode even with a small impact.
A state where divinity is given the utmost degree.
Divine explosion.
That was the only way I could characterize this weapon.
“Everyone, get out of here. I’m going.”
So, I dropped a huge divine bomb onto the sand house that the ghosts had gathered.
Pfft…
Gargoyle statue dust explodes in all directions with a powerful explosion.
The pieces that had not broken properly flew like bullets due to the impact of the explosion.
Of course, the mixed ghosts were blown away by the explosion.
-O vengeful spirits who met with unjust death…
The priests constantly collected the spilled souls,
Pfft!
Pfft…
In this way, flower buds made of white sand bloomed and closed countless times on Mt. Bukhan.
In result…
“…It definitely works.”
A monster that slowly shrinks in size.
There was also evidence that the number of vengeful spirits who brought sand was decreasing.
A guy as tall as Mt. Tai.
Now it had shrunk to the size of a large mountain rock.
By the time the remaining spirits were less than ten,
Guuuuuuuuuuu-
The guy made one last desperate attempt.
Wheaaaaaaaaa!
A guy who spread out all the remaining sand and stretched out his body like a snake.
But…
Thud!
This time, I threw a good H-beam and blocked its path.
Swish!
Swish!
A guy who is awkwardly hunched over and cowering.
“That won’t work.”
What he was after was none other than the gate core of the Permegon dimension.
Done!
Kkeuuut!
A gate hack that rolls down a mountainside while showing off its disgusting eyes, nose, and mouth.
It was true that the demons of Permegon had hidden it, but I had already figured out its location through the Paxmen.
“You dare come here now and try to draw?”
It’s obvious what they’re thinking.
They probably didn’t want to drag a fight they had no chance of winning into Europe.
But we couldn’t end it like this.
“We’ve already received a guest once… We should go and return the favor.”
This is the gate that brought the devils of Europe.
Alternatively, it could take us to Europe.
“You won’t be able to die gracefully either.”
I couldn’t stay still.
Humans who have become ghosts.
Because I witnessed that scene with my own two eyes.
LUNA-CAVE
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