The Berserker’s Second Playthrough in the Game - Chapter 78



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Episode 78 Every moment, every time (7)

Kadim and Duncan traveled throughout the ruins and collected loot.

In fact, when it came to loot, there were very few other items. It’s all about the blood and supply of the big devils.

“Your Majesty, there is a devil here too!”

“Okay. Poke the artery to get the blood, then cut the neck.”

“Uh, uh… … yes… … .”

Even those were difficult to find above the intermediate level demons. This was because the central demon died and its power disappeared, and all the demons that had been forcibly promoted returned to their original state.

Kadim didn’t really care. He hadn’t come expecting anything else anyway. He had lost most of the blood he had saved in battle, so he was grateful for that.

Above all, he definitely got the loot he had originally aimed for.

Blood pooled at the bottom of a deep puddle.

It was a high-ranking demon, ‘Blood of Pevillatus’.

Since his last remaining memory was from 300 years ago, Pebillatus died in the body of a lesser demon. Therefore, searching for his corpse was pointless.

However, his head and body were smashed by Kadim numerous times before he died completely, so the blood that had been splashed while he was a high-ranking demon remained here and there. This pool where Pevilatus was thrown in like a mole and beaten was one of them.

Kadim carefully went down to the bottom of the puddle. The scent of blood was so strong that it made her dizzy. It was not difficult to guess the effects of this poisonous blood.

If you drink the blood of a high-ranking devil, you can use its ‘power’ at least temporarily.

In other words, if you drink this blood, you can bring out the ‘first body’ again.

“… … .”

Therefore, you should never drink it carelessly.

As overwhelming as its power was, the madness of the first round was at a level that was incomparable to now. It was a shame because the place was already in ruins, but if they had gone crazy in a big city, there would have been a huge number of casualties. Also, the dream I had while losing consciousness gave me a very ominous premonition… … .

‘… … Still, I cannot give up this blood.’

This time I really almost lost.

Pebillatus was one of the ten most powerful demons I’ve ever encountered. The reason Khadim was able to win was because of the luck that his second body was connected to his first body, not because he had enough strength.

If he had been defeated, Pevillatus would have truly devastated the eastern part of the continent like a ‘demon’. There was no guarantee that I wouldn’t face a demon as powerful as this next time. In order to avoid a crisis like this, we had to keep it in stock.

A ‘destructive power’ that can crush the enemy at any cost.

… … However, after firmly pledging not to use it unless it was a desperate situation where no other solution could be found, Kadim slowly filled the leather canteen with devil’s blood.

As I was walking around, I retrieved the wood-burning thorn from a crack in the broken frame. The problem was that it was already broken into three pieces. Kadim realized that the thorn had lost its wood-burning effect and threw it away without hesitation.

Still, Duncan found an unexpected trophy.

“Your Majesty, isn’t this… … a wand used by wizards?”

A metal staff wielded by an old magician of the Magic Tower.

I remembered the image of an iron wall rising up and wires popping out when I struck it. It seemed like a magical tool that could cast the engraved magic by simply injecting ‘mana’ without having to memorize the spell. I don’t know exactly, but if I were to rank it, it would be roughly classified as unique.

Since there were no wizards in the party, it was useless right now. If you carry it around and get noticed by other magicians, it could be a hassle. But even so, it was quite a waste to just leave it behind.

‘You sold the chain you got from killing that aide to the councilor for 200,000 Luden, right? Even if I can’t do this, I think I can still get that much… … .’

Kadim picked up a piece of cloth that had fallen to the ground and wrapped it around his staff. He decided to hide it and carry it around with him until he found a way to dispose of it later.

The devil’s supplies were piled up on a cart picked up along the way, and the amount was almost comparable to a large burial mound. The hideous faces that I feared would appear in my dreams were piled up in layers, and a bucket of blood was dripping from the bottom.

“Oh my, Remillion… … . What a terrible sight this is… … .”

To the disturbed Duncan, Kadim ordered him to burn each cut of his neck with the Hellfire Dagger. This was a measure to prevent monsters from being attracted by the smell of demon blood. Duncan’s face became five or six times more disturbed, but he still followed Kadim’s orders faithfully.

After finishing collecting loot and working, the sun was setting. Soltana, overlaid with the colors of the sunset, looked like a quiet ancient ruin rather than the site of a disaster.

The two people finally sat down in a vacant lot and talked about what had happened.

“… … I met the ‘Angry Horn of Agon’?”

“Yes, Your Majesty! He knocked you down and tried to kill you, but I stepped in and stopped him! I challenged him to a one-on-one duel! I won beautifully and even took my revenge!”

“… … .”

I couldn’t remember a thing. At that time, he had already lost consciousness due to mania.

I couldn’t believe it, so I frowned and looked at it closely, and Duncan stood up and shouted with a face full of all the injustice in the world.

“Yes, it is true, Your Majesty! I will stake my entire fortune and my life on the truth of what I am saying!”

“If I were to say all of your assets, it wouldn’t be much. “Your life is already in my hands.”

“Well, then… … “I will bet my wife and son back home!”

“… … .”

… … Kadim was about to reply that he didn’t need that, but decided to just believe Duncan.

After putting the story together, the scattered pieces of speculation came together one by one.

The leader of the Atalean warriors was the Raging Horn of Agon.

The guy drew out the divine power through ‘Atala’s Judgement’.

And with that he gave the warriors divine power.

Judging by the fact that his body had collapsed, he was not in a state where he could completely withstand the side effects of the miracle. He probably wouldn’t be that much of a threat without his weapon. However, it seemed necessary to pay attention to the liquid that was said to have regenerated the body.

It was still a question of how this guy obtained the ‘Judgment of Atala’ and why he was so firmly mistaken as the ‘Great Warrior of Atala’. Still, one goal became clear.

‘If you want to find out who the true owner of this ax is, be sure to come to Agon’s arena… … .’

You must go to Agon, take the false champion’s neck, and retrieve ‘Atala’s Judgement’.

Duncan, looking into Kadim’s eyes, had a hunch about where they would go next. Pooh, he let out a sigh of resignation and asked softly.

“… … You’re going straight to Agon, right? “It will take about four days to walk from here.”

“No, there’s a place we can stop by before that.”

Kadim gestured to a cart full of demon heads.

“You have to get paid for the day. “We will stop by the defense line and collect the reward for the subjugation before leaving.”

“… … .”

“We agreed to give 10,000 ludens each to lower-level demons, and 50,000 ludens each to mid-level demons… … I don’t know if we have the money to settle all that.”

Duncan’s eyes shot open as if he had been struck by a golden hammer.

Suddenly, the devil’s face, which had once seemed hideous, began to look cute and lovely, even if it was just a speck of dust.

*

An office with an old-fashioned atmosphere in a mansion in Delutana.

Forty rows across, a middle-aged man with a sober expression was sitting in front of the central customer table. He was the person standing at the center of all the unrest currently taking place in Del Rutana.

Enrico Turis, a member of the Delutana council, one of the two wings of the Turis family, and a councilor from Remtana who brought a storm to the Golden City.

His complexion had become haggard, but his eyes had become sharper. He was pounding the table, pounding, pounding, and deep in thought.

At that moment, the door opened wide and someone entered the living room with angry steps. As soon as he saw Enrico, he slapped him so hard that his jaw turned.

Enrico didn’t get angry. He just nodded politely, as if it was a punishment he had to endure.

“You came, brother. I deeply appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedule to come to me.”

“… … .”

Felico Turis, the head of the Turis family and a candidate for the next Council of Council president, sighed heavily for a moment and glared at his younger brother. He soon caught his breath and sat down across from me with his calm face.

“… … I thought seriously about it for a few nights. Are you going to split your head in two and offer them to the church and the magic tower respectively, and then state that it has nothing to do with us?”

“… … .”

“But there is no bird that can fly with one wing broken. The Turis family still needs you. “Let’s settle the personal grievances just now with the sword of the hand and have a realistic discussion from now on.”

Enrico nodded resolutely. It was a problem he could never solve alone. If he could get help from his brothers and family, even if it meant getting slapped, he would gladly take thousands of slaps.

Even though it was only known on the surface, it was a very troublesome matter.

The church’s Archpaladin trespassed into the alliance territory, and the high-ranking mage of the Magic Tower, who was an aide in the area, came out to fight, but in a fierce battle, both of them lost their lives… … .

This alone is one of the most diplomatic incidents that have occurred since the alliance was established. Everyone in Delutana, from council members to back-alley thugs, was busy exchanging opinions on the matter.

But when you get into the truth, it’s dozens of times more of a headache.

In fact, the Archpaladin and the wizard never met, and each lost their lives in different places. One in the Twin Canyon and one in the secret fortress built by the Magic Tower. But it was one person who killed those two people.

An Atalan mercenary with absurdly strong powers.

“… … And that guy is the same ‘demon slayer’ who crossed the Golden Road with the pass you gave him?”

“exactly. “We haven’t been able to verify it for sure, but given the circumstances, we think it’s very likely.”

“Whoa… … .”

Pelico sighed. Even though it was something he already knew, it still gave him a chill. On this scale, it was an unprecedented single event since the alliance was established.

The consolation was that very few people knew the truth. Pelico washed his face dry and opened his mouth solemnly.

“As you know, Delutana has always needed guards to protect the city’s gold… … In that sense, it is commendable that we have found a mercenary with such power. Naturally, it is right not to be hostile towards such a person, but to build friendly relations as much as possible.”

“… … .”

“But this is going too far. Why did you risk turning the sect and the magic tower into enemies at the same time just to recruit one mercenary? We don’t know what will happen to the demons that are rampant in the streets right now, but if we take on such large forces at the same time, Delutana will surely walk the path to ruin.”

“… … You are right, brother. But at the time, we had no choice. Also, by creating a plausible scene, we can minimize the risk. Currently, Senior Adjutant Renato remains in Remtana and is working on the scene as instructed… … .”

“no. What I’m talking about is the question of value. No matter how strong that mercenary is, isn’t he likely to be at a level where he can take on the Magic Tower’s Elder Council or ‘Decagram’ on his own?”

“… … .”

Enrico closed his eyes silently.

I thought back to the mercenary’s activities and the conversation I had with him and raised my eyes.

“Brother, he is by no means an ordinary mercenary. I’ve talked to him before, and he calls himself the Great Warrior of Fighting God, just like ‘Agon’s Raging Horn’. “I don’t know what the story was, but he never seemed like he was lying.”

“… … Stop talking about random things. There is not enough time right now to even have realistic discussions.”

“Then let me be realistic. If, in my opinion, he has the power to deal with even the ‘Decagram’… …then what do you think, brother?”

“… … .”

Pelico’s eyes opened like a bird of prey. He looked his brother in the eye with a sharp gaze.

“The former alliance surrendered after only three days of war with the Empire. The infamous ‘Decagram’ destroyed a city in less than a night.”

“… … .”

“Arch Paladin is certainly a great force, but ‘Decagram’ is a being of a different class. Can you take responsibility for what you just said?”

Enrico gave him a silent, determined look. Felico muttered in regret.

“… … Even if you are not sure, you must take responsibility. “The Archbishop of the Elgar Church unilaterally notified Delutana of his visit.”

“… … !”

“On the surface, it was to discuss support for the demonic infestation, but there’s no way the Archbishop would get off his heavy ass just for that. I’m sure he’ll do something to confront you. “We must make thorough preparations before the archbishop arrives.”

“… … .”

“… … And in the worst case scenario, they may have already figured out the truth and come looking for me through some means. In that case, I’ll have to choose between two options. Do I do my best to cooperate in detaining the ‘Demon Slayer’, or do I use the ‘Demon Slayer’s’ hand to fight against the Empire and the ‘Decagram’… … .”

Enrico’s face became as hard as a stone statue. Felico waited for his brother to collect his thoughts and then snapped his fingers to get his attention.

“Be alert, Enrico. Let’s leave the worst case aside for now and discuss how to respond if we don’t know the circumstances.”

After that, the two brothers exchanged opinions back and forth for a while. However, the more we talked about it, the clearer the limitations became. I couldn’t tell how much the other person knew about my hand, or what card they had in their hand… … .

Pellico suggested that they talk again tomorrow to gather more information. Enrico nodded and stood up. Since this is not a good time, I thought we should talk about checking the records of the Magic Tower later.

But Enrico stopped for a moment and then sat down again.

“Oh, brother. Have you ever seen a pattern like this?”

“… … ?”

Enrico scribbled something on a piece of paper. A person’s face whose eyes are covered with both hands, but a strange pattern with eyes drawn on the back of the covered hand.

When Pellico saw that, he was shocked.

“What is this? Where on earth have you seen this, Enrico?”

“It was drawn on the silver coin that the mercenary was carrying. He asked me to find out what the design was. Do you know anything about it?”

Pellico put his hand on his temple and meditated for a long time.

I tried my best to piece together the cause-and-effect relationship, but when I couldn’t come up with an answer, I sighed and sighed.

“Huh… … That mercenary, you said he was definitely Atalain, right?”

“exactly.”

“I don’t understand the English. This is the sign of those who follow the ‘Forgotten God.’ They were exterminated by the Elgar cult long ago, so why would the Atalains wear this sign… … .”

The Turis brothers looked down at the strange pattern at the same time.