Never touch Eldmia Egga - Episode 192
The monsters, who could hardly be called very friendly even in bright daylight, looked even more suspicious in the darkness of the plain. It was even more so today because it was so dark that not even the stars, let alone the moon, could be seen..
But the gunmen didn't care. Because the clothes and masks they wore were symbols of their proud religion. Even if it felt intimidating to others, it didn't matter. On the contrary, there were many times when it was better to do things that way..
That's why the gangsters were nervous when they saw the man reacting calmly even when he faced them. Not only does it appear out of context, but it also reacts indifferently towards them, and the scene of the massacre they saw in passing. What they are tracking etc..
For all these reasons, the tension among the assailants was at its peak..
"I'm just coming from there. Can I ask you something too??"
How many people would be calm at a time like this, walking alone on the plains without a single light and seeing a group of gangsters? But the man went one step further and confidently asked a question. The sight was so amazing that the gunman leading the group nodded and answered..
"...ask."
"What on earth is that girl that makes you want to capture her like that and sacrifice her??"
Everyone, except the person who answered the question, drew their swords and spears without saying who should go first. It wasn't an action I took because I felt threatened by those words. Of course, he could be killed as much as he wanted if ordered, but he was basically just a threat. The proof was that the priest who accompanied him did not recite the prayer..
The man in front spoke calmly, as if he had no intention of stopping their reaction..
"I don't think I need to explain that it wasn't a good question.."
A clear threat. So, it's an implicit pressure to tell them where they are. But the man showed an unexpected reaction. As if imitating them, he pulled out the sword he was wearing at his waist. The man, who tilted his head crookedly to the side without being intimidated at all, somehow seemed a little more rude than before..
"I decide whether a question is good or bad, not you. What is it about that girl that she’s so upset that she can’t be sacrificed? Judging by the reaction to the question, it seems right that boys are just a bonus. What is the reason why it shouldn't be him??"
"I don't think it's something someone completely unrelated would risk their life to hear.."
"I judge that too.."
Normally, it would have been a situation where one would have thought that he had somehow become involved with a crazy person, but his reaction was so proper and confident that it was difficult to ignore him. However, the surrounding area was a plain with nowhere to hide, and even to the gunman, it didn't seem like there was anyone else there..
In the end, after briefly judging the assailant, I answered with a sigh..
"Just as there are different levels of food that people eat, there are also different levels of sacrifices offered to gods.."
"After all, you don't know everything.."
"How can a mere human understand the will of God? It may not be a satisfactory answer, but that's all I can honestly say, so I'd like you to tell me where they are.."
"Just run like you came all the way behind me and you will see it.."
In response to the unaffected response, the man nodded and gestured. Then the javelin that had been prepared in advance was shot like an arrow and flew towards the man's torso. The warning has already been given. I don't know what kind of confidence he had, but he had no reason to know the backstory of someone who was going to die anyway..
But no man died from being stabbed with a javelin..
"I'm not even done talking yet, but damn."
The man who caught the javelin with his empty hands so casually, as if he already knew, continued speaking while maintaining a calm demeanor despite the surprise attack..
"If you want to live, get off your horse and throw away your weapon. Otherwise he'll be the only one alive."
At the point where the spears had already been taken away, the assailants sensed that something was amiss and attempted to attack the man. However, before they actually moved, the man's right arm holding the spear became blurred..
At a moment when I thought it was an optical illusion due to the darkness of the night, a spear blade popped out through the chest of the lead gunman..
"Turn it off..."
The man who couldn't even react properly and whose chest was pierced couldn't even scream. It was not because of the pain, but because the man who had dug in instantly jumped up and cut off his head..
"I don't plan on letting you live, so I'll skip introducing myself.."
Unlike its large size, it was only after hearing the muttering that followed the light landing that the assailants understood that the situation was serious..
The person who had just been decapitated was the most skilled conductor. The fact that he was a powerful person who could kill such a person with a single strike in a surprise attack made their instincts ring an alarm warning them of danger..
"kill it!"
Nevertheless, the reason they were able to not back down was not due to their strong camaraderie or the bond they had as people with the same religious views, but was only a judgment based on numerical superiority..
No matter how strong you are. Even if they started by killing one person in a surprise attack, there were still 19 of them. He was even riding a horse and was accompanied by a priest with divine powers, so it was a mistake to not respond to the surprise attack, but he didn't even assume that he would lose..
"64th! a prayer!"
Therefore, the gunman with the second command authority naturally gave orders to the priest, leaving behind his colleagues who were moving in trained formations. Prayers for battle are not allowed to be used without orders from a superior because they leave unnecessary traces. Normally, he would not have bothered to receive help from prayers, but since the captain died in an instant, he decided that it was necessary to prepare for an emergency. Even though there was only one enemy, he tried to prepare for it, so it is difficult to say that his judgment was wrong..
"Do you understand?...!"
But it was still a wrong decision. The gunman should have kept in mind that the man could move at ridiculous speeds..
"I won't save you."
As soon as he felt the wind blowing next to him, an unfamiliar voice rang in his ears..
No one realized that it took less than three seconds for the man, who jumped out of the gap between the horses to attack and fly diagonally, to cut the priest, who was just trying to recite a prayer, to pieces with his horse..
This time, all I could do was wonder why the man's one eye was closed after he landed lightly and turned his head..
"fire!"
Someone shouted, but it was already too late.
As soon as the caster died, the sphere of light burning with divine power went out and darkness and despair descended..
"get off your horse!"
"shit! Turn on the lights! torchlight! take out the torch!"
"We have to scatter... ahhh!"
The shimmering halo of light in front of one's eyes caused fear along with the optical illusion, and the fear people felt was contagious, so the noise made by the wildly galloping horses prevented calm thinking from continuing..
Among the assailants who lost their advantages in an instant, only a few who were far away from the priest were able to react calmly. They also had trouble seeing because of the sudden darkness, but out of a sense of duty to calm down their colleagues who were on the verge of chaos, they shouted at the top of their lungs without worrying about who should go first..
And they started losing their lives in return..
"Don't panic! There is only one enemy! composure...!"
"Put down the spear! Raise your sword! colleagues and others..."
"Rain, damn it! Run away! escape...!"
There was no one who did not know what the sound of the pounding sound and blood splashing that cut off their cries, as if they had made a promise, meant. Rather, the problem was that I understood it too clearly..
The enemy is precisely cutting the 'neck' of the person trying to give orders in this darkness. Those who realized this had to keep their mouths shut and fall in fear..
That didn't mean they would avoid death, but there was no way for them to share that fact as they kept their mouths shut..
"Oh my god! How on earth..."
Because he turned his head towards the priest and gave the order while facing the light, the gunman, whose eyesight had not recovered for a longer time than anyone else, accepted the whole situation through his senses of hearing and smell and trembled in fear. He couldn't even make a sound because he knew what the man's single word meant as it passed by him. The fear that if he opened his mouth his head would be blown off in an instant was binding him..
The man, who was shaking with anxiety and even holding his breath, was able to slowly open his mouth only after he could no longer hear any sounds around him..
"...67th?"
My vision still hasn't properly adjusted to the darkness. The gunman felt irrational and annoyed by the fact that he had not been able to adapt even after so much time had passed, but the reality was different..
"...52th?"
It's not that adaptation was delayed, but death came faster than the brief moment it took to adapt to the darkness. After that, the gunman said more numbers that seemed to refer to them, but there was no response. He couldn't even tell if the attacker was dead..
All that could be heard was the sound of the surviving horses trotting..
"...please. Someone...please answer me...."
The plain, which had only smelled of grass a moment ago, was now filled with only the scent of blood. The gunman realized he was crying, but he couldn't stop. Everything he thought was a clear advantage suddenly collapsed, and the gunman ended up losing his legs and falling to the ground, unable to even sit on the horse properly..
"what is that number?"
Cooung. A heavy sound and shock came over him, and even though his horse started to run away, the gunman could not get up..
"Oh my god...oh my god..."
At a time when only his mutterings echoed in the darkness, a flame appeared in front of him..
It was not the clear blue sphere that the priest showed. It was just a red flame burning with the atmosphere as fuel. That small, not-so-big flame should have been ordinary, but because it overlapped with the man who appeared at the same time, it became very ominous..
"It's so amazing. He's a cultist who sacrifices people... but he's actually more polite and faithful than most people.."
Death came down from the darkness, stood alone on the plain, and smiled a creepy smile..
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