Max Level Miscellaneous Character - Chapter 65: Victory for victory
Chapter 65: Victory for victory
The demon, which could no longer exist due to the incomplete ritual, was again pushed to the other side of the world. Going back beyond the burning hell, he eventually left behind the seed of darkness.
Dark magic surged from the body of the Rotting Grasp. It broke through even the pressure of the World Tree and flew to the sky, spread in all directions.
Whoosh!
The demon’s body disappeared as if burned with dark red demonic flames, but no one was happy.
They won against the demon, but Ivan was crushed by a sense of defeat.
“His consciousness was blocked, but he accomplished his purpose. What a futile conclusion.”
The demon appeared and disappeared for a brief moment, but it was clear that the dimensional barrier had weakened a lot.
The balance of the world has shifted a little more towards the dark side.
“The devil has been driven out. That’s enough. We just have to push him back to hell again if he reappears.”
Saying so, Philane Graywood turned his head. He was looking at the Fairy Legion approaching here.
The armor of the Fairy Legion was dirty, and the shield was dented. The faces of the expressionless elves were also full of tired signs.
As the enemy’s power was concentrated on them, it seemed that they had been fighting a fierce battle. They seemed to have decreased compared to the first time Ivan saw them.
It was largely due to the unexpected fall in the beginning and not receiving the power of the World Tree. Elves that are connected to the World Tree have a stronger combat power than those that are not.
Of course, the priests of the Kundara Temple were the same. Of those who set out with the will to eradicate evil, only half of them are left.
“It was a tough fight.”
At Ivan’s words, Philane Greywood nodded slowly.
“It was an honorable death. We will remember them.”
Death. Is there really such a thing as honor in death?
Ivan had seen many deaths during his time, but death was always futile. Whether it was a fierce death, cruel death, or noble death.
“I couldn’t even drink properly.”
His mouth is bitter. Someone’s death has always been like that.
It will be painful for a few days, and then it will be erased in time. It made him more distressed since he is so accustomed to it.
A few years from now, while drinking a beer at a bar, looking back at that time, will you be able to immediately recall the names and faces of the dead? Ivan did not have the confidence to do so. So he always thought that death was futile.
“Is it over?”
Ferocious Tooth came closer with a sharpened sword. There were also quite deep scars on his body.
As Ivan looked at him, he trembled.
“The corpses constantly came out. Still, it will get better with a little saliva.”
Only for him. Lizardmen are naturally good at regenerating their bodies, so any wounds can heal naturally. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)
Behind them were the others. Among them, Ivan asked Delfino, who had a calm expression.
“What happened?”
“I didn’t miss him twice.”
As he said that, the stigma was clearly engraved on his forearm. There, the power of Arun, the god of light, was intensely felt.
“I don’t think I need to worry about your body again.”
“Arun was kind to me. I received undeserved love.”
Someone took Ivan’s eyes off him so that he wouldn’t mess around, yet, another engraved a stigma on Delfino’s forearm so that he could use his divine power to the fullest. The difference was bittersweet to Ivan.
‘Damn it, are you watching? Damn Odin, what a petty bastard!’
Of course, there was no answer from Odin. He doesn’t show up when he’s at a disadvantage.
Whoops.
As Ivan reached out his hand, the lost warrior spear that had been stuck on the ground in the distance returned. Ivan, who was about to put it in his inventory, suddenly looked down at the spear with a dull feeling.
There was a small crack in the spear of the lost warrior. Some parts were pitted and there were also black burn marks.
Come to think of it, it’s been a while since he met Fialar for maintenance. In the meantime, he had not been able to properly maintain the spear, and now it’s not in very good condition.
Once the spear cracked, he never knew when it would break. It was correct to assume that the lifespan of the weapon had expired.
“I don’t know if it can be repaired.”
Although the blade remained, this was not an ordinary weapon but an object imbued with magic. He could not use his original powers just by repairing it.
Ivan would need a very good craftsman to save it. It would be possible only with a legendary blacksmith worthy of a legendary weapon.
‘Where is Fialar now?’
It would be possible with the hands of Nord blacksmith Fialar Gbudmund, who made the golden boar armor for Ivan, but his whereabouts were unknown. Even if Ivan found him, he didn’t make weapons at the time, and there’s no guarantee that he will do it now.
‘I can’t save the spear after all.’
As Ivan was stroking the spear with regret, Philane Greywood interrupted with a glance.
“If you need a weapon, we are willing to provide it to you.”
“Of course, there’s no way it’s free.”
“There will be no shortage of rewards.”
Ivan hesitated for a moment but then nodded his head. It was right to accept it if he could get one from the elf’s treasury. Because they are full of things that can never be obtained in the human world.
As long as the World Tree shows his favor, the elves will not stab him in the back. The reward will be generous, just like when he received a divine fragment.
“We’ll talk about that later. I’m too tired to talk about anything else right now.”
As Ivan said so, Philane Graywood pulled out a small brooch from his arms and held it out. It was processed into the shape of a tree with thick roots by pulling gold as thin as a thread.
“If you come to the forest with it on your chest, you will always be able to meet us.”
“What a precious thing.”
“It’s not a common token given to other races. But now it won’t mean much to you. Just think of it as a pass.”
“I’ll be grateful then.”
Ivan, with a golden brooch in his arms, stood up.
The leaves glistened in the sunlight and the birds chirped in the distance. Now the forest felt like a forest.
Philane Greywood and the Fairy Legion stayed here for a day or so after the battle to clear the battlefield. And then decided to leave quickly.
They did not want their people who lost their lives to be left in this darkened land. They thought that only when they returned to the arms of the World Tree and the spirits would they find peace.
“Then we will see you again soon. Blessings on your path ahead.”
chuck!
With a greeting from Philane Greywood, the Fairy Legion behind them raised their hands and placed them on their chests. It was an elves’ service dedicated to their colleagues who fought with them for a while.
The Fairy Legion disappeared instantly using the passage with the fairy forest. It didn’t seem like they were taking a few steps, but they disappeared instantly.
Ivan asked as Irene, who had been avoiding them until they left, lit the tobacco pipe and came closer.
“You still could have said goodbye, wasn’t it a pity?”
“I’m used to it now.”
She snorted as if nothing had happened, but her eyes gleamed towards where they had left.
“I wondered why the Fairy Legion was so strong, but now I know why.”
“What?”
“If you spend two hundred years in the military, you’ll be filled with anger and want to destroy anything, so you have to be strong.”
If you served in the military for a hundred years, it was terrifying to think that you are still only a corporal. To endure such a thing, there’s no reason to be afraid, even if a demon pops out in front of you. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)
Irene looked at him with absurd eyes and pretended not to hear it, then she changed the topic.
“Denomination’s army has almost arrived. You’ll see it in a little while.”
“They’re late. But it will be nice to meet them.”
All the warlocks were dealt with, but that didn’t mean it was over. Although the possibility was slight, they had to search for anything hidden by the warlocks and watch to see if the remnants would come back.
Besides, it was the place where the demon was summoned, even for a brief moment. It was a land that was polluted with strong demonic energy, so it was necessary to purify it with divine power.
If left alone in a place like this, monsters affected by the demonic energy could flourish, or undead could be created.
Now that Ivan could leave this place to them, he was very happy to hear that the reinforcements were coming.
Of course, knowing that they were coming, the fairy legion left quickly as well.
Ivan muttered as he looked back.
“Now they can rest too.”
Thirty-eight coffins were made by cutting down nearby trees. Their owner was the members of the Kundara Temple who had been attacked with Pierre Lorraine before, and lost their lives this time.
Those who found the complete body were few, and most of them had no body parts. Paladins who were used as undead were purified, and their bodies turned to ashes and replaced with keepsakes.
In that way, thirty-eight coffins were created. Only thirty-eight. There were too many people who disappeared without even getting a coffin.
The surviving priests of the Kundara Order surrounded the coffin and prayed day and night. May their souls follow Kundara’s torch to his side safely.
“This is…”
Denomination’s army approached and kept their mouths shut as they looked at the coffins lying on the ground. Looking at the traces of the battle engraved in the forest, they too could guess how fierce the fight was, so they could not speak.
“… We’ll see to it.”
Thirty-eight coffins were lavishly decorated and transported to the denomination. Pollen and horns were blown along the way to make the honor of those who lost their lives shine brighter.
Destroyed thousands of undead, slain powerful Lich, warlocks, and demons.
The march was made to make that achievement shine even more.
“Don’t you need to stand in front? You deserve the most praise in terms of achievements, don’t you?”
At that, Ivan waved his hand.
“I don’t need that kind of honor. In that sense, the Fairy Legion was more active than us.”
Ferocious Tooth and Irene had no interest in human honor, and Delfino did not like to be exposed. But how could only Ivan stand in front alone and receive fame as if he were a triumphal general?
Besides, Ivan didn’t think that he had won. Even now, a demon’s plot was still going on somewhere, and the world was getting darker. He knew it very well. (dlazarturead(dot)wordpress(dot)com)
“Take care of the dead. They were faithful to the end.”
Ivan remembered the last words of Pierre Lorraine, who shouted that he would become a torch himself. They had to be respected.
At the end of the triumphal procession, someone pointed at Ivan and shouted loudly while quietly moving in honor of them.
“Who is this! Aren’t you Ivan!?”
Few people knew his face in the Western Union Kingdom. If he wasn’t a member of the denomination, he wouldn’t know Ivan’s name just by looking at his face.
While thinking like that, Ivan turned his head to see a familiar face somewhere.
A disciple of Mufa Thunderwolf and a benefactor who taught Ivan about the Thunderwolf many years ago.
Martial artist Mathias was smiling brightly and waving his hand.
“Hey! Here, here!”