I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 355



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Episode 355

“You don’t seem to be a dwarf, do you? Visid. An intruder?”

“… The outsider I mentioned earlier. The knight escorting the reckless young lady who visited our area today.”

“Tell me more.”

“Judging by his attire, he doesn’t seem to be from the imperial or noble family. He’s probably a free knight, or a wandering knight. If his appearance matches his actual age, he’s probably a skilled person for his age.”

“Hmm… … .”

Delak felt a strange sense of discomfort here.

Inyoung, who appears to be a guest of Bisid, is sitting quietly in that spot.

He didn’t even need to stand up, he could have just turned his head slightly to see Delak’s figure, but he didn’t.

Instead, it seems like Visid is explaining Delak’s impression in detail as if he were conveying the situation.

Is there something wrong with your vision?

It’s a pretty plausible guess, but something is different.

“Then I guess I can just kill him here.”

“that…….”

The moment Visid hesitated for a moment and answered with silence, Inyoung stood up from her seat.

The movement caused the candle on the table to shake as if it were going out.

hook.

When the flickering flames disappeared as if they had been extinguished, Delak became the ruler of this small room.

I couldn’t even hear the sound of a sword being drawn.

Delak moved through the darkness to close the distance, then swung his sword without hesitation.

Ssuk-!

There was a faint light again, along with a sound like something was being cut. This was what happened during the short time the candle flickered.

But Delak frowned.

Ben Gunn wasn’t the mysterious figure, it was the robe he was wearing.

And the moment he saw the face inside the robe, Delak’s eyes narrowed even further.

“…doll?”

“Yeah. Isn’t it great?”

It wasn’t good at all.

Rather, it looks bizarre.

It is not the beautiful appearance that imitates a human being that usually comes to mind when you think of dolls.

There is no skin, and the muscles are exposed on the face, and the areas where the eyes and ears should be are covered with flesh as if pressed down. There are even stitches around the mouth, making the feeling of repulsion even stronger.

This is more like a sacrifice for some human experiment than a doll.

“If you can synchronize your senses, you can move quite skillfully. Even so, it’s not even 10% of what you can do on your own.”

The man smiled and clenched and unclenched his fingers.

“Well, there are some things I have to give up because of that. I can’t synchronize my vision, and I can hear surrounding sounds through noise. There are many areas where I can use it, but it’s still in the development stage.”

Before I could finish speaking, Delak tried to close the distance again.

The opponent seemed slightly surprised by the movements that were much faster than before.

“…Green tongue~.”

The moment the tension-free voice rang out, countless needles poured out from the doll’s palm.

Delak immediately rolled to the side and flipped the table over as soon as he felt that even one hit would be dangerous.

Along with the burning candle, the miscellaneous documents on the table also spilled out.

Hurrah!

The documents caught fire in an instant, and the surrounding area was engulfed in flames. However, Delak did not even glance at the flames licking his flesh.

Papapapak!

I hear the sound of needle hitting the table.

The table the dwarf made is pretty sturdy, but it won’t last long.

Delak thought of the next attack method.

With fires raging everywhere, there’s no more hiding in the darkness.

No. Even if he had been able to use that protection, would he have attacked in the same way? I don’t think so.

Somehow, it seemed as if he knew his own location hidden in the darkness.

Delak was surprised, but not embarrassed.

Because I’ve already been through a similar experience. That is, when I fought with my own youngest child.

In a battle like that, tacticians don’t mean much.

“… … .”

Delak took a deep breath, then exhaled for a long time.

Papapapak… … .

Even at this moment, spit is still being stuck on the table. How much longer can I hold out?

Delak felt as if he could count the exact moment the table broke, for some reason.

Three, two, and one.

Delak, who was counting the numbers in his head, opened his eyes wide.

Kwajangchang!

As the table broke, he stepped forward, holding a sword in his right hand and a cape in his left.

Chomp!

I swung my cape at the green needles flying towards me. At that moment, a fairly strong wind blew, and the flames surrounding me grew stronger, and the falling needles were also repelled.

It was a way to defend against the opponent’s attacks using the cape as a shield, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounds.

Even for those with confidence in mana control, wrapping mana perfectly in clothes that flutter like a cape was a difficult skill to master.

Although this was Delak’s first attempt at such a task, his innate sense allowed him to accurately analyze the characteristics and texture of the fabric and execute it perfectly.

Phew!

“Ugh… … !”

A roughly flicked needle pierced Visid’s forearm, while Delak’s sword, which had approached the doll, once again scattered a silvery light.

“Black curtain.”

The moment the doll muttered again, a dark curtain literally surrounded his entire body as if protecting him, but Delak still lowered his sword.

Break!

“… … !”

Then, for the first time, the doll showed signs of surprise.

The sword that broke the curtain in one breath fell down without losing any of its power.

Although the direction of the blow was somewhat disturbed, the killing power was sufficient.

The blade cut through the doll’s right shoulder and into its abdomen.

“… What an absurd guy.”

The doll, which had fallen over, did not stop its snout even when it was stretched out on the floor.

“To notice the location of the core right away… … I’ve only met someone with such a keen sense of smell once before.”

The doll tilted its head.

“Aha. You’re-.”

Crunch.

Delak stomped on his face and crushed it.

Conversation with the believers is useless. Unless it is an interrogation, it is not even worth talking to. That is what was written in the Iron Blood Worker’s journal.

And finally the room became quiet.

No, it wasn’t complete silence.

Flames were still raging everywhere, engulfing the surrounding area.

“…To kill so easily.”

I wonder if the guy I just knocked down was bigger than I thought.

Even though he had only subdued a doll, Visid was looking at Delak with a shocked expression. He could find out his true identity slowly.

Gathering clues, combining information, tracking… … this process is not difficult at all.

The most difficult and important thing is to contact the enemy’s weak points like this.

Delak looked at Visid.

As expected, the saliva was poisonous.

During that short time, Visid’s complexion became extremely pale. His eyes were bloodshot, foam was flowing from his mouth, and he was breathing heavily.

In addition to these physical symptoms, he seemed to be feeling fear.

Delak looked into the old dwarf’s eyes and realized how he was reflected in the figure.

Damn it.

As I took a step closer, the fallen Visid involuntarily stepped back.

Amidst the trembling of his thick beard, a voice that was even more trembling followed.

“… What are you going to do with me now? Hand me over to the Empire. Or to Heros? Or to the slave camp… … .”

“… … ?”

Delak tilted his head.

“Aren’t dwarves citizens of the empire?”

“what……?”

“You are asking if I don’t even know the Imperial Criminal Code.”

Delak said in a emotionless voice.

“Those who commit crimes by cooperating with the Dark Church will be punished in the same manner as its members.”

“… … !”

“Collaboration here includes not only instigation of murder and subversion of the state, but also provision of manpower, information, and materials. Also, any citizen of the empire has the right to directly execute collaborators on the spot.”

“Okay, wait a minute!”

The moment Visid opened his mouth with an urgent expression, Michael drew a silver trail.

Fit.

Immediately after a sound too light to be a decapitation, Visid’s head slid diagonally.

The silver-white sword that had completed its mission was not stained with a drop of blood.

Delak muttered, holding his sword.

It was just a soliloquy, since there was no one left to listen.

“The South is said to be a land of savages. The people here seem to be relatively ignorant of the Imperial criminal code. However, Master Visid… … Regrettably, ignorance is no excuse, and there can be no exceptions for lawbreakers.”

Yes, there should be no exceptions.

Not a single one.

Delak’s gaze turned to the ceiling for a moment.

The dwarves who will be there, to be exact.

Knock, knock… … .

Delak stood in the flames, his eyes closed, thinking.

Not all the dwarves in Sandstorm Dune are guilty.

Perhaps the Visid instigated or confused them and deceived their own kind. Or perhaps they were completely unaware of this.

But, could that be a reason not to kill them? Would the original ‘Iron-Blooded Man’, who had not lost his memories, be convinced?

Delak was somewhat confused.

I couldn’t tell what was right and what was wrong.

but…….

“…ignorance is no excuse.”

He repeated what he had said.

When I opened my eyes again, there was no hesitation left in them.

Damn it.

Delak’s gaze briefly fell on the doll as he started walking again.

“… … .”

The doll was destroyed, but the person controlling it was not killed.

But at this moment, a premonition that was almost certain pierced Delak’s mind.

It seemed likely that I would meet the doll’s owner again soon.

***

I stood in front of the Dragon God and sorted out the situation one by one.

Originally, Vulcan and the dwarves of Sandstorm Dune had a cooperative relationship.

Vulcan gave fire to the dwarfs.

The dwarf offered the weapons he had forged in the fire to Vulcan.

Some may question what kind of relationship that has with God and his followers, but I think differently.

God is originally a being who grants wishes, and for a dwarf craftsman, creating a [perfect weapon] is the ultimate goal of his life.

In other words, to the dwarves, Vulcan is the god who can most certainly grant what they want.

‘If those dwarves had betrayed… … .’

The reason is obvious.

The church, that is, Angshin, must have proposed a much better environment.

“I understand.”

[Now you know! What crime did those ungrateful bastards commit!]

“That’s true for now. But it’s possible that not all of them betrayed him.”

[What does it mean?]

“At least one dwarf who did me a favor seemed to have nothing to do with this.”

The dwarf who treated me to fresh meat… … is talking about Conjian.

“So I will go and ask them myself. Do they know that some dwarves have abandoned the Fire Dragon God and are cooperating with the cult? If not, what should we do about it in the future?”

[Ha! You’re doing something useless!]

“We’ll have to wait and see whether it’s a waste of time or not.”

[joy…….]

“Or what? Do you really think that you won’t forgive even an innocent dwarf who doesn’t know anything about this? Ignorance is not a sin. Isn’t it time for you to show mercy as a god… ?”

Then Vulcan, who seemed startled, snorted and said:

[Ha! Of course I know! Alright! Do as you say! But there’s a chance you’re lying!]

“Then what do you want to do?”

[Reach out to the holy fire in front of the altar!]

“…here?”

No matter how fire-resistant the country is, I don’t want to put my hand into a burning flame.

Maybe it’s an instinctive rejection.

As if he had read my mind, Vulcan said:

[Don’t worry! You won’t get burned! In fact, it will be of great help to you!]

“Help?”

[It looks like you have mastered the flame-based method! Do you think you will have the opportunity to briefly contain the divine fire within you? If you do not forget that feeling, you may be able to obtain a clue that leads to advancement in the realm!]

“hmm…….”

Vulcan’s proposal wasn’t bad.

Because my current Chlorine First Technique is blocked by a wall. This may also be because I have been focusing more on other methods recently.

‘Still, a little… … .’

There is a power lurking within my body that must be hidden.

That’s right, a musical instrument.

Even with Vulcan’s supernatural powers, he didn’t seem to realize the existence of the instrument that had taken up residence in my body…

If we were to invade directly through the medium of the Holy Spirit, we never know what would happen.

This gentleman, at first glance, doesn’t seem to have any good feelings toward Angsin or the religious order.

“It’s okay.”

[Are you okay? Don’t you know what a great opportunity this is?]

“I know. But please understand that I have my own circumstances.”

[Ha! What are the circumstances! What are the circumstances that prevent you from putting this Vulcan in your body! Is there some kind of suspicious power in your body?]

“… … .”

He seems to have a really impatient personality, but he’s sharp in some strange ways.

I felt a sense of uneasiness, but if I don’t give a proper reason here, Vulcan’s suspicions may grow even greater.

After a moment of thought, I was able to come up with a pretty plausible excuse.

“I already have a god with whom I am connected, and I have built a shrine to him in my heart. So I cannot have any other gods.”

[Another god! Who is that!]

“Even if I say he is a forgotten god, you won’t know. I can only show you his signs.”

As I said that, I took out the Seven Sins Sword that was hidden deep in my magic tool pocket.

[That, that is… …! Isn’t that the Seven Sins Sword… …?!]

“You know?”

[I know! The one who created that relic was none other than my son!]

“Hoo… … .”

At an unexpected moment, I learned the secret story behind the creation of the Seven Sins Sword.

[So… are you saying that you were a son of a god?!]

“For now, yes.”

[Uh, uhm… … !]

Vulcan coughed slightly.

[Then… I shouldn’t have taken it lightly… …! I apologize if my tone was a bit rude!]

I was a little surprised at this part.

Because I never thought that the owner of this arrogant and seething temperament would bow his head to a mere lizardman.

Of course, I came to know that the position of a god was more important than I thought… … .

Even so, he is a forgotten god.

If this is the case even in a forgotten state, then what kind of being was the god of war when he had such a brilliant reputation in the past?

‘I think it’s time to start talking about this and that with Musin… … .’

At that moment, I felt puzzled.

Even though I am holding the Seven Sins Sword like this, I cannot hear the voice of the god of war.

To be more precise, the sense of determination that I felt from him was not felt from the current Seven Sins Sword.

‘What is your lord?’

[… … .]

I called out softly, but still there was no answer.

At that moment, when my expression became very serious, Vulcan continued speaking.

[Good… …! If it’s his lotus, I’ll trust this Vulcan too! Also, since I have no intention of stealing his lotus, I’ll also reject the offer I just made!]

“Are you going to believe me?”

[No! I can express my thoughts in another way!]

“Another way?”

[My treasure vault is behind here! I will lend you one weapon there, so put the Holy Fire in it!]

“treasure house?”

[Yes! These are my proud tributes that have been piling up for a very long time!]

Somehow I could sense satisfaction and pride in his voice.

From what I’ve heard, it seems to be a place where items delivered to dwarves in exchange for lending them the breath of Vulcanus are piled up.

A warehouse containing the finest of the weapons created by dwarf artisans through the sweat and toil of hundreds and thousands of years.

I, too, am a freeloader, so I became curious.

“Okay. But can I choose the weapon?”

[Well, let’s do that!]

Somehow, I remembered the time I stopped by the Dean’s treasure house.

The Linchal mask I got my hands on back then was put to good use… … even in the present progressive tense.

After the Archmage’s Treasure House, there is the God’s Treasure House.

I was drooling over what kind of mythical equipment they would have piled up.

[I’m not giving it to you!]

“Okay.”

[I said I was lending it to you!]

“I said I understand.”

By the way, is there another god who is this noisy?

‘Do all Dragon Kings feel like this?’

Feeling a sense of unimportant question, I headed to Vulcan’s treasure vault.