Chapter 502

I wasn’t surprised when I saw the monster rushing at me as soon as I opened the castle gate. Because it was already expected.

I was not surprised when the number of monsters multiplied to three instead of one. It was because I had already confirmed that the first day I entered Rangie, that I could make them jump as if salt were sprinkled on their wounds just by using esthetics.

In fact, those who couldn’t stand the pain easily gave up their necks after struggling in the pain of the fragments of aesthetics that were stuck in their bodies. This was also expected, so I wasn’t surprised when I heard the cheers of the cavalry waiting for me to slaughter them in an instant.

[I feel full of energy!]

I thought that everything was going as expected.

[master! Admire my usefulness!]

I was afraid to slaughter the 10 Unlucky Hulks, so I took Este’s cry out of nowhere so lightly.

“What? What are you talking about all of a sudden?”

[I’ll show you when I get the distance! The power I gathered!]

Instead of getting on the horse, I ran towards the camp of the demon king’s army in the distance while holding on to Esthe.

My role was not only to deal with the Unlucky Hulks, but also to close the distance with the Demon King’s army in a short period of time, causing confusion so that they could not respond to the cavalry’s charge.

Of course, the faster you reach the enemy camp, the easier it is for allies to enter, so it was better to speed up and run on two feet, even if it was a little overworked, rather than riding a horse to narrow the distance.

[I’ll give you a taste of the power that Mother Epaga showed you!]

Now you don’t have to worry about tripping on a stone root while running at full speed. With every step you take, the floor is dug up, and stones in the middle break apart just by stepping on them or kicking them. The result of putting the protection through divine power on top of the body strengthened by magical power was truly amazing.

Maybe that’s why I couldn’t properly pinpoint the context of Este’s sophomore words.

[ruler! master! Now raise your sword! Like Lance!]

“This, like this?”

[Then your side will explode! I have to stretch forward!]

I unknowingly put the sword close to my side at the reaction of the guy who was so confident, and when I asked, Este corrected me as if she was dumbfounded.

‘Then it’s not a lance.’ It was my mistake to obediently follow him, wondering what the source of his confidence might be. Este’s voice, which seemed to be terribly excited as she stretched out her arms toward the formation of the Demon King’s army, resonated in her head.

[Divine Punishment!]

Then, along with a heavy recoil, a familiar beam of light surged up in my hand, like a box of flash grenades exploding.

“Crazy, Master Spark...!”

It was close to a huge energy cannon with divine power that drew a ray of light on the dark plain while it was awry. There was no warning, so I stopped for a while at the completely unexpected recoil, and I couldn’t help but be shocked by the scene unfolding before my eyes while feeling the ground shaking from the cavalry of my allies running from behind.

[how is it! This is me!]

The ground was not broken. However, the snow and grass on the plain sizzled as if it had been swept away by thick heat rays, making a long and long road.

And the road led to the camp of the demon king and made a hole clear enough to be recognized even at night.

“Well, it’s good to know that not only can you break the apostates’ witchcraft, but you can also create that type of miracle. I’m convinced once again that the Demon God looks down on us.”

Not only did they not look at something that was so precious, why now... but even defended it, they were truly people of character.

“Rather than that, warrior? I have something to show you, so could you go with me for a while?”

Despite the shocking trolling committed by Este, the place she arrived at following the saintess, who kept her composure and beckoned, was the only tent that was in good shape, unlike the surroundings that were all collapsing.

“I didn’t know there would be a tent that kept its shape like this in the yard where the command post was blown away.”

I even mumbled in surprise at the heresy judges standing guard, and the saintess nodded slightly and walked into the entrance of the tent.

“Luckily, I found it in advance and ordered soldiers to guard it. Go in.”

The inside of the tent following him was ordinary, but perhaps because of that, only one item that looked even more unusual caught my eye.

“Among the survivors who surrendered, there was one serving in the class that controls monsters. They called themselves puppeteers and called these magic tools workshops.”

In terms of appearance, it was more like a modern mechanical device than a magic tool. A small gas dispenser-like tool was also connected to a box with about twenty lamps and a complicated tangle of wires, levers, and buttons of unknown purpose.

“They said they used this to manipulate and drag people before they became monsters.”

“...You didn’t become a monster voluntarily.”

“Yes. They were classified as prisoners.”

I thought it was strange. It was the Demon King’s army who often said that they were fighting for freedom, as they said, but they thought that crossing the river of no return was two different things.

If it wasn’t the same Unlucky Hulk, I would have thought they would have created a separate unit for management when I thought about how to manage the guys who attack and watch.

“...that means there are more troops like this.”

“They say it was launched relatively recently. It doesn’t have many members yet, as they often get involved in erosion during training, but it seems that at least ten units are in operation.”

“How are those classified as prisoners?”

“It seemed impossible to separate the magic tools they were wearing, but... except for that, their health was just a little poor, but normal.”

I was lucky to blow the commander in one queue, and to get something close to the enemy’s classified technology.

“The question is... I can’t decide. Should I capture it or destroy it?”

A magic tool that allows you to control the result of fusion of the remnants of evil spirits and the power of the holy relic with magical power.

The face of the saintess in front of the monstrous object, which could lead to another blasphemy, was more serious than ever.

“...let’s take it. Everything.”

At least in the hands of our allies, there is even a possibility that we can understand the principle of that monstrosity and neutralize the enemies.

However, if you destroy it here, one of the many magic tools just disappears. Fortunately, the saintess nodded her head after thinking about it for a while.

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