24 Merry Christmas!

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“Hey · · · · ·. Well, I can't fight. As you can see, your leg hasn't healed yet! ”

Earl Hess, the eldest son of the headron, cried out to Lord Jennard with a limp in his legs.

“Th-this is the shape of the bridge. But you said to fight!”

“I heard Master Heiss learned swordsmanship at the Academy. We need at least one more. So help me."

Lord Jennard ignores him, saying so.

The High followed him.

“Ha, but...! ”

As he was about to say something, Lord Jennard grabbed him by the neck.

“If you have sinned, serve here! Sacrificeability to do so. ”

It was then.

The red beam penetrates the outer wall.

Lord Jennard and Heiss stare at the outer wall in horror.

A large hole is pierced. At the center of the hole, the outer wall swells and explodes.

A chunk of stone and a piece of wood were fried all around. The nearby soldiers fly into the air.

“Ahh · · ·. Ah · · ·. ”

Lord Jennard shakes his head, unable to escape the shock of the explosion.

I'm deaf from the noise. I just hear a 'beep'.

He shifts his gaze with great effort.

His eyes widen.

Outer wall · · ·. Collapsed.

- Queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Monsters roam from beyond the outer wall.

“Ah, ah · · · ·. I can't hear, I can't hear. No, Lord Jennard. I can't hear you. Save me! ”

The High grips the corner of Lord Jennard's trousers. But Gerald stands staggering, ignoring the high.

He mutters to the outer wall.

“... Don't, don't. ”

Soldiers and prisoners struggle. I'm shaking my head because I don't know what's going on.

“Stop-!"

Lord Jennard screams.

Then the soldiers and prisoners decided the situation.

Their gaze turns to the collapsed outer wall.

The ground echoes. The undead rise out of the fog.

It's not a slow pace. They were running to eat the living.

The soldiers and prisoners' faces turn pale.

“Ugh… ahhhh! ”

As soon as they regained their senses, they panicked again.

Everyone screams.

They just wrap their heads around it or shake their heads.

Some run away.

I don't intend to stop it.

"Fear" is transmitted by most prisoners.

Even the trained soldiers and knights began to tremble with fear.

A fog of magical power permeates through the collapsed outer wall.

The red moon is emitting a faint light from the sky.

It is turning ‘fear’ into an appropriate environment for humans.

“What are you doing?! Stop · · · ·. Stop him!”

Jennard yells, but the soldiers do not listen.

Sturdy and dazed, he stares at the undead horde.

Lord Jennard grips his teeth and draws his sword.

At this rate, the dead will enter.

And the "people" will die.

“Shit, shit, shit! Goddess of love and mercy, Gaia. Take care of us. ”

Lord Jennard does not know how to use his power. I just learned a little bit about managing Mana a long time ago.

He prays to God and activates Mana in his body.

He takes a deep breath and walks towards the outer wall, where he alone has been breached.

“... reminds me of the defence game. ”

Lord Jennard pauses, flawed.

A clear and transparent voice.

Although it is low, the ‘Commandment' with the ‘Holy Power’ came to the soldiers and prisoners around it.

Their gaze shifts to one place.

A priest walks out wearing a bird's beak mask and a robe.

He looks at the undead, his shovel draped over his shoulder.

Distance to the undead has been narrowed to 200 meters.

“It might be easier to stop them from coming to one place than to stop them from anywhere else. ”

The opponent is undead.

A flying beast that can't roll its head and has an unconditional instinct to run if it is alive.

If you are dealing with such people, it is most effective to bury them as a group in ‘one place’.

A priest in a bird-beak mask points a shovel at the undead.

The distance is now about 100 meters.

“Gaia, give me the strength to protect the poor lambs. ”

His shovel shines.

50m.

“[Swamp of Death]”

The dew forms at the end of the shovel.

5m

The dew on the shovel falls.

3m

The undead rise.

You cross the outer wall.

And · · ·.

1m.

· · When the dew falls on the floor and a transparent reverberation spreads.

The leaping undead vanishes into ash.

Even the darkness that had darkened the surroundings disappeared.

“... ”

Lord Jennard, Heiss, the prisoner and the soldier, and Haman, who just arrived, are silent.

The mist with magical powers fades.

On the contrary, clear, transparent waters dampen the floor.

At the drop of water, a low 'lake’ occurred.

As soon as the undead steps on the lake, they collapse.

Magically enhanced body melts with convulsions.

- Queahhhh!

I cried out in agony.

Obviously a shallow lake that reaches the ankles, but the undead huddle in the deep ground.

“... this? ”

Lord Jennard gazes at the lake where it soaks its feet.

I can feel the sacred energy. Even confused reasoning gives calm.

I felt lighter and more energetic.

‘... is like a blessing from the Crown Prince! ’

“Guia · · · ·. ”

Gerald once again looks at the priest, or the prince, in the mask of a bird.

“Bless those who can fight with you." ”

This time, the prince turned around and swung the shovel.

“[Plague of Weakness]”

At the end of his words, a white particle emanates from the body of the prisoner and his soldiers.

It happened with Jennard's mouth.

The prince is reluctant to perform extensive blessings.

A miracle no ordinary priest could do!

‘How long will it last? ’

When I thought about it, the prince stumbled slightly.

He puts his shovel to the ground and keeps his balance.

He swipes his mask and puts a bottle of something in his mouth.

‘Also · · · ·. Did you use up all your strength? ’

Lord Jennard clenches his fist.

I was deeply impressed that the Crown Prince went out to protect the people.

“... the Son · · · · ·. is.”

Lord Jennard's gaze shifts sideways, stunned.

Haiss, who was trembling earlier, mutters to himself.

“Seo, it's Saint. ”

Turn your gaze back.

This time a horse was being spoken among the prisoners and soldiers.

“Saint who defeated vampires · · ·? ”

“He gave me holy water. ”

The whisper became loud.

We're all back to square one.

"Fear" and "Fear" disappeared.

Jennard's heart is pounding.

Now.

You have to do something with your fear when it goes away.

But how? What?

“Last Name · · · · ·. ”

Gerald opens his mouth.

“Holy Father · · · ·. He is with you.”

I can't hear anyone.

Gerald grips his teeth and cries out for blood on his neck.

“The saint-!"

Heiss, the prisoner and the soldiers stare at Lord Jennard in horror.

“Come with us -! ”

The eyes of the soldiers and prisoners widen.

“The saint blessed by Goddess Gaia is with us! Great hero, the grandson of the Holy Father Celt Olfalls, the Seven are with us! ”

Lord Jennard cries out, as the walls of the fallen sword crumble, the undead fall on the lake, tread on the melting corpse, and plunge back into the lake, aiming for an increasingly approaching undead army.

“With the saint, defeat the dead! ”

And Lord Jennard ran.

“For the Holy Father, and for Gaia -! ”

Lord Jennard steps forward to run, and the soldiers and prisoners draw their weapons.

“Oh, oh-oh-oh! ”

In his appearance, Hess is confused and drunk and draws his sword.

Soldiers and prisoners rush towards the approaching dead.

The soldiers and the dead collide and the blood splatters.

When the prince saw him, he frowned in his mask.

I used masks to hide who I was, but I didn't like how much Lord Jennard publicized it.

“Are you all right?”

Haman approaches the Crown Prince.

“... I've spent too much sex. ”

Seeing the prince drinking the holy water, Haman smiled bitterly.

He summoned the soldiers to take the Crown Prince away.

A sword and spear pierce through the undead.

Shoots a bow and crossbow on either side of the collapsed outer wall and pours oil to light the fire.

The undead rush forward without thought and die quickly.

“The Son is with you! ”

“The blood of Celt Olfolds, the great hero, helps us! ”

“The Crown Prince is on the vanguard himself! ”

Morale rises.

Soldiers, prisoners, all fears have been lifted.

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“That's impressive.”

I sat in a chair placed near the collapsed outer wall and looked at it.

Humans are said to live in an atmosphere.

It is said that people feel ‘fear’ because of the pressure they feel around them and ‘excitement’ because they are ‘provoked’.

This is exactly how I feel.

“I like the incitement. ”

-Guia's blessings · · ·!

- He's with us!

Allen Olfalls, the son of the Holy Father, will be a saint and save us!

... Why are you making such a fuss about my name? Besides, who's the saint and who's the savior?

The people of this world have strong interpretations.

I had to stick my tongue out.

As soon as I got out of fear, I lost my mind again.

Or is there some kind of hallucinogenic effect on sexual potency, like drugs?

“Thanks to you, the summoning of the Undead has moved on. ”

At this rate, the undead cannot be summoned.

It was a good result because I didn't have to move alone.

Bang, bang!

You hear a giant footstep.

I looked at the outside wall.

“Here comes the zombie! ”

Giant up to 4m.

An Ogre.

An Ogre with rotting flesh tramples through a lake of sacred power.

Swing the mace in your hand with all your might.

Every time I whip it, the soldiers and prisoners scream, and four or five people float into the air and fall to the ground.

I closed my eyes and opened my eyes.

If you get hit by that blow, you won't even feel pain, and you'll die instantly.

Soldiers stab the spear.

The zombie ogre's hide cannot be pierced.

There was a man who jumped towards such an ogre.

“The God of the Battlefield, Heim · · ·! ”

Harman, a paladin with a sacred sword, slits the ogre's throat with a glint of his eye.

My head flutters and falls.

I was amazed at that.

“I'm scared. ”

Haman deals with a zombie ogre that can't be killed by dozens of undead soldiers.

At this rate, I don't even have to stand up.

Blessings last to some extent. Even if it disappears, the morale of the soldiers who lost their minds will not be reduced as if they had taken hallucinogens.

Enough to stop the undead from being summoned.

- O filthy creatures that defile this world. Pay the price for your death!

I blocked my nose reflexively.

It stinks.

I looked at the outer wall.

An undead dressed in blood-stained garments with white rolled hair for medieval aristocrats and muscle-bound monsters reaching 3m.

Earl Vampire.

He glances at you with a red glowing hand.

With the explosion, dozens of soldiers rise and fall into the air.

Immediate or imminent.

For a moment, he convulses from his body and becomes a ‘zombie’ and attacks the soldiers and prisoners.

“... ”

What's that? Are you the vampire I shot?

The body that was made of scaffolding became muscular.

The bridge, which could not stand alone and was dragged away by the zombies, is now firmly established.

He wields his magical grip to subdue the soldiers.

“Vampires · · ·! ”

Haman lunges for the Vampire Earl.

The Vampire Earl flicks his sword and flicks it away with his magical hand.

- Where is he? Where is the priest who humiliated me?

The Vampire Earl rolls his eyes.

I cringed at the sight.

What, are you looking for me?

- Where is the priest who humiliated me?

... is 100% me.

Oh, my God, a guy named Earl Vampire came looking for me for a cheap shot.

What did I do? · · · ·

“... Well, that was harsh. ”

I put out my tongue.

The Vampire Earl shakes his hand again. Dozens more are going down.

The Vampire Earl flinches and rolls his eyes at me.

- Smells disgusting.

Oh, my God. Do I smell that?

I examined the body. In other words, there are particles made of sexual strength all over my body because I do blessings.

Oh, my...!

I stood up on my feet.

The Earl of Vampires gallops past the soldiers and rushes towards me.

- I'll eat you alive!

I summoned the Musket Rifle.

I have no intention of confronting an Earl Vampire head-on.

I'll be the one to die.

"But I don't want to keep digging."

It's a struggle for survival.

I picked up a musket rifle and pointed it at a vampire.