Just a few hours after the fall of the Dresden fortress, we arrived in the suburbs of Paris, where the demons were encamped.
“If you come again, it will be right away.”
We were the ones who crossed the Pacific Ocean, teeming with suicide bombers, in one breath.
Although it is a remote area, it is not a big deal to come from Germany to Paris.
The demons of Permegon ran out barefoot to meet the unexpected guest…
Kwaaaaang!
Hurrruk!
Kaaaak!
It didn’t tie our feet down at all.
It was truly a success.
As expected from Permegon’s stronghold, the demons had built a tight defensive line starting from the outskirts of Paris.
“Where are you going to die?”
We just kept advancing, smashing their heads together.
It wasn’t that difficult.
All I did was unpack all the power I had accumulated so far.
There was no way Permegon, who had lost fourteen strongholds in succession, could stop us now.
Wheeing!
Kuung!
The Gigant Riders, including Yongsu Lee, tied up the feet of the giant demons.
Wedge!
Phew!
Pfft!
A predator flying in like a bullet pierced the demons’ foreheads and caused a divine explosion.
Thud thud thud!
The flesh of demons scattered around the corn.
Be that as it may, the merciless blade was busy devouring the souls of the demons.
They were the knights who had saved themselves from the bombing of the Dresden Fortress…
This battle was different.
Phew!
Taaang!
The knights’ hammers stirred up wind, and the demons caught in the wind scattered like autumn leaves, their thin bones breaking.
“For Pax FC!”
A Parisian arcade street lined with dozens of luxury brands.
By the time the strange voices of the knights began to echo there…
“…what?”
We had no choice but to suddenly stop walking.
I wasn’t lost.
A stone tunnel built by demons from the outskirts of Paris.
Because they were all connected like a spider’s web and ultimately led to the center of Paris.
Of course, Paris was my first time there, and compared to the demon castles I had seen so far, it wasn’t particularly special scenery…
[Permegon]
I wasn’t stupid enough to get lost with the red hologram floating right above me.
“…It’s definitely there.”
But I couldn’t go.
Jiiing!
Jieeeeeeeeing!
A transparent golden curtain stood tall before our eyes.
The curtain did not budge even when the Paladins swung their warhammers or even used H-Beams or ‘Demon Devourers’ to create holy explosions.
“What is this?”
A situation where the path is suddenly blocked.
As I was looking closely at the curtain, a sense of foreboding came over me.
“Wait a minute, this…”
It was a sure thing.
A transparent golden curtain.
It was the very same curtain that blocked the Paladins of the Emes dimension and the beings of Earth when the ‘bidding competition’ first took place on Earth.
Thump thump!
The absolute defense of the Chamber of Commerce and Industry that fundamentally blocks each other’s attacks.
Looking at the golden curtain that spread the impact like waves,
“These kids…”
I couldn’t help but be convinced.
In the fight against Permegon, the Chamber of Commerce finally intervened.
But even if we knew its identity, it wouldn’t erase the doubts.
“…You came now?”
Of course, it could be that the Chamber of Commerce has drawn its sword.
A Chamber of Commerce that installs gate nukes and starts wars to make money.
On the other hand, I was moving around like crazy, robbing the Chamber of Commerce’s ATMs and installing my portal in their places.
It may have been a belated action taken because a Korean guy named Kim Jeong-gyeom was ruining the business…
“You’re taking sides so openly?”
It was difficult to understand at this point.
At least on the surface, it was a Chamber of Commerce that maintained ‘neutrality.’
Of course, it’s not like it never happened at all.
A Chamber of Commerce that has a history of annexing the continent of Elvenheim in the Pacific Ocean to check Korea and establishing strongholds such as mines and factories in the United States to support southern invaders.
But all of this was just a form of ‘game,’ and the Chamber of Commerce has never escaped its role as a ‘broker.’
Even Henry, the Japanese branch manager who had colluded with the Yushin Awakening Society due to personal deviations, was unable to commit such an abuse of authority as to erect a curtain of invincibility before his eyes.
“…It really doesn’t make sense to set up a tent here.”
Just when I was about to be taken aback by the change in attitude of the Chamber of Commerce that was openly protecting Permegon…
“…That?”
Only then did I realize.
The Chamber of Commerce was a ‘brokerage’ organization all the time, and nothing had changed.
-Kaaaah!
-Kaaaak!
We were locked in a golden curtain.
Inside, the demons of Permegon were howling.
Kuung!
A giant demon that was often seen in the Dresden Fortress.
The bastard was swept roughly to the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Phew…
The being that crushed the head of such a guy and greedily tore out his throat…
“…Undead?”
It was a giant undead with rotten flesh hanging in tatters around a gnarled skull.
A guy we took care of while entering Paris.
The bastard was resurrected by an unknown force and was attacking Permegon.
That wasn’t all.
Of course, gargoyles, but also lesser demons like imps and gremlins.
The demons that had turned into undead were spreading their tough hides like rags over their white bones.
“This is······.”
There was no doubt.
A new guest had arrived.
“Krrrrrrr······.”
Permegon, the leader of the demons.
He suddenly burst out in blood.
It was none other than his subordinates who attacked him.
The demons, now turned into undead, stabbed their long claws into various parts of his body.
“Shit······.”
Permegon collapsed in a fit of terrible regret.
High-level demons were brought in from another dimension at the request of Chief Stanley.
I never dreamed it would come back to bite me.
On one side······.
“······What the heck is this?”
Stanley, President of the Chamber of Commerce Europe.
Unlike the demons, not a single hair was harmed, but it was still absurd.
It’s not that he didn’t know its identity.
The undead were growing rapidly all over Paris.
No matter how you looked at it, this was the work of warlocks who loved death and corpses.
Barnaul’s intervention.
It was something Stanley had been hoping for too.
Didn’t he support Permegon and encourage him to establish Sisyphus for this purpose?
But the timing was the problem.
“······How did it happen so quickly?”
Europe was Stanley’s jurisdiction.
But he had never heard of any request for entry from Barnaul.
Entry into the pioneering dimension is the absolute authority of the Chamber of Commerce.
Stanley could not understand how Barnaul could enter Earth without making a sound······.
Phew.
“Are you the head of the European headquarters?”
I was able to hear the detailed story from Guts, the black magician of Barnaul, whose pale face was revealed in the shadows.
“······Are you saying that the Inspectorate sent Barnaul?”
“Yes.”
Inspector General.
A subsidiary of the Multidimensional Chamber of Commerce that monitors fairness in pioneering.
Needless to say, it was a very high-level organization.
Stanley swallowed hard.
He had supported Permegon beyond his principles.
He thought he had kept the line, but it wasn’t like there was absolutely nothing to nitpick about.
“The reason we came to Earth is······.”
Fortunately, the Inspector General’s target was not Stanley.
The black magician Guts explained the situation in a damp, sagging voice.
“They said there was an item that violated regulations. It happened a while ago… They said it was recently being tracked again. Coincidentally, it was something we made, so the Inspectorate directly requested Barnaul to retrieve it.”
“Ah······What kind of item is it?”
“It’s Camelot. The owner must have gone crazy… He summoned the 7th tier in the Free Reclamation.”
Only then did Stanley realize.
A temporary tent was formed in the heart of Paris, and Barnaul, where entry was permitted immediately.
That all of this was the work of the Inspector General.
It was rather fortunate.
It was a golden opportunity for Stanley, who had been trying to bring Barnaul back to Earth.
Stanley asked impatiently, wondering if the young warlock would leave at any moment.
“Have you by any chance received a business proposal from Permegon?”
“Of course I got it… I guess our Barnaul seemed very leisurely. Considering that they asked us to come and touch the money we had in our underdeveloped country.”
Bam.
Black Mage Guts grumbled as he kicked the corpse of Permegon that was lying on the ground.
He twisted his lips into a smile, as if to reassure me.
“Don’t worry. Since I’m here, I’ll just earn some pocket money and go back. And anyway······.”
As he watched the demons dying one by one, he gave Stanley a secret smile.
“You knew this would happen, didn’t you?”
“Ha-ha······.”
The European headquarters manager burst into laughter.
That was the truth.
It was just a stepping stone to bring in Barnaul.
Because he never once thought of Permegon, who was only a mid-level player, as a partner.
“By the way, what on earth are we supposed to do······.”
At that moment, Guts, who was looking down at the Place de la Concorde, hardened his expression.
A slanted, disc-shaped structure was erected in the square.
Sisyphus, created by Permegon’s sweat and toil.
But the black magician of Barnaul waved his hand as if he didn’t want to even look at it.
Swish, swish.
At his gesture, dozens of gargoyles turned undead swarmed towards Sisyphus.
Then they started tearing apart all the remaining materials except for the core parts.
“This kind of cheap Sisyphus is so unpleasant. A bunch of ghosts desperate for survival······ Such low-level······.”
The aftermath of Barnaul did not end there.
The undead gargoyles lifted the entire European branch of the Chamber of Commerce and began moving along with the newly dismantled core components of Sisyphus.
“That is······.”
“Why, weren’t we going to work together?”
At his words, the face of Stanley, the head of the European headquarters, brightened.
Even though it was brought in by the Inspectorate, Barnaul could not escape the principles imposed by the Chamber of Commerce.
Not only was it impossible to summon the higher-ups, but they were also locked in the tent for seven days.
Meanwhile, Guts was trying to improve Sisyphus to suit his tastes while also trying to gain cooperation from the European branch.
“Get up.”
Kururuk······.
Barnaul, who even revived the dead Permegon, began to improve Sisyphus.
But Stanley added one concern.
“The forces that came over from Korea are setting up camp around the curtain. Everything else is fine, but they are using sacred weapons······.”
“A sacred weapon… That might be a bit tricky.”
Guts gave a quick nod, but… he soon continued speaking with a snicker.
“But it doesn’t matter. As long as the spirits of the lions are with us, they will have to fight the immortal army that will not die even if they die.”
Further······.
“As long as Sisyphus exists, Barnaul will not be defeated.”
It was different from any other black magic, whose effects were temporary.
If you use Sisyphus, you can bind the vengeful spirit to an object forever.
Guts recalled a memory from long ago.
The noble knights of Avalon.
The thrill of having those who were trying to protect Camelot end up being captured by the castle.
A twist of fate brought Guts back to Camelot, but he was excited to create new toys.
“They will become our slaves. Eternal slaves who cannot die even if they want to.”
Guts looked at it with affection.
The Louvre, which is said to contain all the treasures of mankind, and the statue of Sisyphus being built on top of it.
LUNA-CAVE
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