Chapter 25: Trembling Giant (4)

Chapter 25: Trembling Giant (4)

“Huh?!”

The startled two devil worshipers instinctively retaliated. Although they yanked the trigger like startled herbivores, the blind threat of stray bullets was high from a gun that fired 30 rounds in just 1.6 seconds. No matter how agile my subordinates were, they couldn’t move faster than a finger’s contraction. However.

Tick!

The gun didn’t fire. None of the four rounds that the two were holding.

“Ugh–!”

The one who was a little further out got his abdomen first. Almost simultaneously, the waist of the one who was one step closer behind him was bent at a right angle. Kyung-tae, who had hit the one in the back, stepped aside and thrust his elbow in. The satanic worshipper, who had been stabbed in the side, sat down with a suffocating expression. Kyung-tae and his subordinates pushed down the agonizing creatures, who couldn’t even make a sound, confiscated their weapons, bound their hands, and gagged them.

Kyung-tae, who treated the captured two like sacks, measured their weight and showed his subordinates three and four fingers in order. The two subordinates who received the signal swiftly exposed the throats of the helpless devil worshippers with syringes filled with truth serum. According to Kyung-tae’s judgment, three-quarters of the pre-filled amount was injected.

In the meantime, I picked up one of the devil worshipper’s guns.

Clank.

When I pulled the bolt, an unexploded shell popped out of the breech. I quickly caught it. There were clear traces on the back of the bullet where it had hit. It hadn’t exploded even after being hit. This unexploded shell was the result of the magic I used. I had simply suppressed four tiny ignitions with the spell I had preloaded.

Sigh...

I relaxed my body with a long sigh. I had been tense even though I had expected this outcome. It was the first time I had used magic in close-quarters combat like this, not in a stable environment.

‘It’s a shame that I can’t use this trick for long.’

The first shot. When one shot was blocked, the automatic gun had to retract and advance the striker in an annoying manner. Repeating this process could turn all firearms into scrap metal. Therefore, the ignition suppression I used was a very good trick to block the opponent’s firepower at the lowest cost.

However, this trick was only possible when the opponent’s firearm was within the range of my field – the range of magic power control strength. It became impossible if the distance was far, or if the opponent holding the gun was an ability user with their own field.

I just picked up the unexploded shell that the devil worshippers had thrown away. It was enough to take it as a souvenir.

Ughh...

The two devil worshippers, who had risen to their feet, made a strange noise through their eyes. They drooled with unfocused eyes and were still breathing heavily. My subordinates grabbed the backs of the creatures, who were still too weak to move and held them tightly.

Unlike in Auckland, letting go of the truth serum was a precaution in case these guys were fanatics. They might get into trouble if they screamed without knowing their lives were at stake. I had to accept the possibility of information contamination.

I waited for a little less spittle from the mouths of the satanic worshippers before asking them a question.

“Satanic saints. Which cult are you affiliated with?”

“C-cult? Cult?”

The worshipper seemed to be rolling the word around in his mouth as if he didn’t understand it. His bound comrade responded with a dumb laugh.

“Oh, cult... We are the ‘Servants of Arcturus.'”

The name was unfamiliar to me. I couldn’t possibly know the names of all the arrogant creatures worldwide who belonged to the O7A’s overseas factions. I might not even know about regional task forces or subsidiary cults.

However, from the moment they included the name Arcturus, commonly known as the brightest star in the constellation Boötes, in their group name, it was confirmed that these guys were fanatics beyond doubt. Because this star was the seat of the dark deity for Satan worshippers and the subject of autumnal human sacrifices. Modern Satanic churches, unlike in the past, had long abandoned the traditional rituals dedicated to this sacred star.

“So, you are the ‘Servants of Arcturus.'”

“Yes, that’s right...”

“Are you the only cult in this forest?”

“No.”

“No? Did other cults come with you? Personnel sent from the UK, perhaps?”

“No, they didn’t... Why don’t you know...? There’s no way...”

“What do you mean I don’t know?”

“Didn’t you see that mist a moment ago, you idiot? We’re not the only ones in this forest... Dark gods are manifesting their powers... Cthunai, Nemiku, Atazoth, Arcturus... Oh, Magick. Glory to Aeonic power, the Holy Virgin, the stars, and the Avengers.”

“...”

There were other people here, and as the direct descendant of a witch who had crossed the Atlantic, I had been tense, but I heaved a sigh at the unsatisfying answer.

“Maagickk, Maaaagick, Maaaaagick!!”

The guy kept shouting louder and more excitedly, drooling with wide-open eyes. Then the guy next to him, who had been mumbling, started shouting Magick too. It seemed like one of them had taken a bit too much of the drug. I crushed them both before they could answer or shout any further.

“Maaaagick...”

It seemed that these guys in this faction could invoke Magick as if it were the holy chant Om (ॐ). Just by memorizing it, they could enter some mystic realm. (+)[1]TLN: Om is a symbol representing a sacred sound, syllable, mantra, and invocation in Hinduism.

“Clear this side. They’re useless.”

Let’s assume Kyung-tae’s hypothesis was true. If the circuit was opened, a gifted individual was born, and if cancer was contracted, there would be cancerous masses left behind.

Magic power cancer continued to proliferate even if the parent organism died. The nourishing masses, which constantly fatten themselves, were the ‘living’ nutrients suitable for the forest that perceives dead sacrifices as nourishment.

Taking it a step further, a real maze where people who have survived were captured would be completed. A gradual understanding of the prey. There was no guarantee it would work, but from Grace’s perspective, it was worth trying.

So, this could also explain why these guys didn’t have radios. The progression of cancer varies from person to person. When the guy whose symptoms had worsened started screaming into the radio, it might be difficult to control the other armed sacrifices.

But to prove all these hypotheses, one element was needed.

The ability to find a place suitable for contracting cancer.

“I don’t know. I don’t know...”

When asked if there was something sent from the UK, the Satanist shook his head as if a drunkard was swaying. Given the limitations of the truth serum, changing the format of the question repeatedly still resulted in the same answer.

“Oh, it’s itchy... Scratch it... I’ll scratch it... It’s hurt? Or is it itchy? I don’t know... I want to eat mint chocolate pizza...”

The image of the devil worshipper scratching his body against the ground in agony from the itch. It seemed like the effects of the truth serum and the root drug were gradually wearing off.

“Get him up.”

Kyung-tae held up the guy’s rear roughly. I kneeled down to meet the dazed eyes of the devil worshipper at eye level.

“Just endure a bit longer. If you answer a few more questions, I’ll scratch it for you.”

“Quickly, quickly...”

“Yeah.”

Even such a rascal would probably know the number and rank of their gang, their headquarters, and what kind of weapons each of them was armed with. Furthermore, whether there were emergency signals, what the contingency action plans were...

Having obtained all the information that could be expected, I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“I think that’s enough. Now, I’ll keep my promise.”

“Promise... What promise?”

“I said I’d scratch the itchy spot for you.”

“Oh, right... Do it quickly... It’s too itchy...”

“Step aside, Kyung-tae.”

Tung!

I scratched the guy’s brain, which had been so diligently answering questions until now, with a gunshot. There was no better way to relieve the itch that had spread throughout his body. A faint echo brushed my nose, and the gunshot, filtered once through a silencer, created a peculiar resonance within the mist.

The devil worshipper turned into a corpse with his head twisted backward and collapsed in a limp pile. I looked at the brain fluid flowing unnaturally in one direction and said.

“It seems like your guess, Kyung-tae, is correct.”

“What guess are you talking about?”

“The one about feeding people to the forest.”

“Oh, that? But among the questions you asked him...”

Kyung-tae nudged the just-deceased Satanist with his toe.

“...was there anything related to that?”

“There were enough clues to make an educated guess. Symbolic expressions that only make sense in this context.”

I recounted the contents of my speculation. Kyung-tae burst into incredulous laughter.

“Wow, are these underlings just expendable to that witch? She’s quite the head of the devil worshipers.”

“Make a distinction between underlings and devotees. Besides, there’s no way that witch would like these lowlifes.”

In fact, she might even despise them. Because devil worshipers often dabble in neo-Nazi ideologies as a hobby. Would that crazy woman, who has no shortage of hatred for “The Round Table of Light and Truth,” find these offspring of imperialism appealing?

So, for her, the followers of devil worshipers led by O7A were nothing more than tools for revenge.

1. TLN: Om is a symbol representing a sacred sound, syllable, mantra, and invocation in Hinduism. Author's Thoughts

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