Chapter 356

Chapter 356. Realization of karma and justice (3)

“Hetia, do you want to just watch? Would you like some popcorn?”

“No way! After all, leaving it to you alone will not save your face! I will help too!”

As if Hetia wouldn't lose, she attacked the witch mage I hadn't dealt with.

“Leave these to me!”

“What is it? This bitch?!”

A frightened warlock fires a series of fireballs at her.

However, Hetia doesn't dodge at all and rushes forward while receiving it with her body.

If you look closely, her skin blocking it is covered with something like strangely hard scales.

At first glance, they look like lizardman scales, right?

It grabs it at once and rips its limbs as it is.

Then, as if flying towards the nearest warlock, I threw a rounds kick, and his head was twisted and ripped out at once.

She smashes the warlocks at random with great vigor.

It's not a normal physical ability.

Being full of power is literally like a beast.

“Hmm, is that woman doing it too?”

He also has the skills to follow.

There is no sign of using mana or aura, but it makes up for that much with ridiculous physical abilities.

It seems to have some peculiar abilities.

Isn't it just gathering all the different races in one place?

I was worried that it might be dangerous, but it didn't seem like it would happen.

[Hetia! You splatter blood! Fight gracefully!]

“Teacher, shut up!”

While they are fighting, they skillfully smash the enemy.

It seems that I can afford it, so I don't think there is anything to worry about.

Thus, the forced extermination of the warlock by only two guests began.

At first, they resisted, but it was futile, and their screams began to form harmony here and there.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh?”

“What is it? This monster!!”

“Save me!”

Screams and the sound of flesh and bone bursting echoed one after another.

At some point, the warlocks gave up interception, turned their backs, and tried to escape.

I'm not going to miss it

“Where are you going to fry it?”

The guy who showed his back was sniped first and got rid of it.

It's not your choice to go out? on my own

“I would like to give you a performance appreciation, but the night is short. Just let it go like this.”

I neatly sentenced everyone to death.

As you can see, none of these guys are decent.

It seems that everyone possesses a certain amount of magic, but they have touched two or three taboos.

If caught, they are probably the ones who have the same fate as the death penalty unconditionally.

“Justice! And the right to execution! jurisdiction!

Anyway, it's all on me!

Stop talking, raise your hands and give me your neck!”

I am the judge, I am the prosecutor, and my brain is the court!

Again, I am on the side of justice.

It's a monster!

Chelden, the warlock who manages the church's testing ground here, fled without even looking back, throwing away his favorite staff.

“What! What the heck is the authoraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”

When he first heard that the barrier had been breached and an intruder had appeared, he had no particular idea.

If so, it must be that some kind of magician, blinded by his exploits, happened to know the location of this place and attacked it.

just a bit of an idea.

This is one of the main experimental workshops of the Dark Church.

It is also a major facility in connection with the main church located nearby.

Occasionally there were intruders who stumbled in, but never returned alive.

There are over 300 black magicians living here alone.

It might be a country's army, but what can only two of them do?

They must be snobs blinded by the bounty that accidentally found out about this place.

Since your courage is imaginary, should I use it as a test subject?

I was so self-confident.

It didn't even take a few seconds for his thoughts to crumble.

Despite being besieged by a number of warlocks, the intruder seemed to be laughing and talking nonsense like a joke, but suddenly pointed with his hand at one of the cult members.

At first, I thought it was not real.

“What if this is the only thing I can do?”

“What about magic?”

“I don’t know!”

I am proud.

“Then what did you use to fight?”

[Hetia has a bit of an unusual constitution. It is possible to reproduce the characteristics of each race inherited from ancestors

. Is that why your body changes?”

[yes. It's a mutation in which various genes interfere at once.]

“I'm not sure, but they say so.”

The reason I couldn't identify her race was because there was a mix of things.

From the looks of it, it seemed that there was something in her birth, but she had no intention of telling her about it.

She asks, wiping the crimson-stained skull with water as well.

“Then what now? Are you going to dispose of it right away?”

“No, let’s do some research.

Apparently, this isn't the main church after all.”

The level of black magicians was terrible.

Above all, it is obvious that the facility has a purpose other than the main base.

I think it's a ‘bang'.

[There must be several hideouts and testing grounds within Kelia's territory, so it's a joke.]

“It looks like that.”

Well, I didn't expect to hit the jackpot all at once.

I started to investigate the dark mage's hideout with Hetia while making sure there were no miscellaneous items left with a sneer.

Looking at the data I found, it is nothing but trivial.

Yeah, it's just really boring.

There is only a research record that measures in real time whether something was being researched.

The question is, what did you test with?

I noticed that Hetia was staring at something with a fixed expression, and headed for that room.

What do you mean? Anything fun?

Looking inside the room from over her shoulder, I clicked my tongue.

damn that's not funny

“...is it an experiment chain?”

If there is a record, of course there will be a test subject.

Those who are confined in a glass coffin or barely breathing on a bed covered with black cloth...

They are not black magicians.

If I had to say it, I would have to say that I was a victim.

It is presumed to be a heterogeneous tribe residing nearby.

“I really like the stomach... Do you still fall asleep at night after doing these things...? You are good at doing this.”

Indeed, it deserves to be designated as an achievement of the continent.

It's understandable that mages hate it so much.

Specimens are unpleasant, but what upsets me more than anything else is the still-living test subject.

....Yes. only breathe

All of the main organs have already been dissected, and the proper shape is not left at all, probably because it was used as a curse or summoning medium.

Things that were barely breathing so that they wouldn't rot with magic.

I couldn't even look at this nicely.

“Don’t curse at me for this. In any case, are the things that are criticized do not know why they are criticized?”

I'm not interested in what the warlocks studied, but once I looked at the remaining materials nearby, they were really trivial.

It's boring. Really boring.

“I couldn’t believe these guys’ depravity was this much.”

[Mmm, this is pretty awful. More than expected.]

Hetia was at a loss for words.

Cressel couldn't help but smile.

In particular, Hetia was even more angry because it was her position.

Could it be that she had to bow her head down to ask me for something to do with this?

Come to think of it, Kelly was the first to receive the previous pollution damage. Maybe it's because of the damage I've done that asked me to do this.

“You should have sorted these guys out beforehand.”

[Hetia, this can't be helped. Until now, you didn't have enough time to move your own army.]

For some reason, that skeleton was comforting her who was heartily discouraged with a serious voice.

Indeed.... It seems that master and disciple are the right words.

It's just that I'm not interested in their feelings.

This side is always here for work, so there is no reason to intervene with personal feelings.

“The palace is so that the two of you tremble alone later. Unlucky to this side. Get out of the way because you will get in the way before that.”

What I hate the most is the sound of being rude.

I sighed and cast an additional spell.