CH 375

Black Hill tribe 'Tarachen'

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A tent made from skinned monsters.

A meeting that will determine the fate of the various races began within it.

"...So the way to protect the temple is that we should form an alliance and make a preemptive attack?"

"Yeah, there's a saying that the best defense is an attack."

Jinhyuk smiled brightly as if asking why he was asking something that was obvious.

At that innocent smile, Tarachen burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! This is completely insane. Are you saying that we want to break the balance that has been tight for decades on our side?"

"That's right. Don't you ever think that if it didn't end in the first place for decades, the way you've been doing it would be wrong?"

They even start an all-out war to keep each other in check. However, it is not possible to make an alliance and wipe out one side.

In the past, even in the Three Kingdoms period, the reason why Wi, Chok, and Oh, which had a huge difference in the balance of power, did not settle down for so long was because all the sharp elements were intertwined.

'Besides, the Great Wings with the Church of Wraiths are not even interested in becoming the greatest force.'

so that.

To reverse this tangled junction like a thread. A slightly more radical method is needed.

That's right, using a variable called player.

"...hmm."

Are you brave? Are you ignorant? Or did the liver come out of the stomach?

Tarachen could not fathom Jinhyuk's feelings at all.

What is certain is that there is no way the person in front of you is just talking nonsense.

The Frostblade Chieftain, Caracal, has such deep trust.

"I'm not saying that it's just a charge. Do you have a secret plan in mind?"

Then, as if Jinhyuk was waiting. I took out one item.

"Games without odds are not my taste."

Of course, I had at least one conversion card ready.

Whoops!

A torch glowing blue.

This is an item that can pierce the loopholes of all forces.

"that ."

An earthquake struck Tarachen's pupil.

I've heard

It exists on the 20th floor, but it has only been passed down through word of mouth.

About things I've never seen in person.

That unique mana, no doubt. However .

How the hell did a player who just entered the floor get a torch that no one had been looking for for decades?

'The more you look, the more difficult you are to believe.'

Tarachen clicked inwardly.

At this point, it is almost impossible to believe that it is absurd.

Your opponent is really... It might bring an end to the long-standing stalemate.

"Certainly, it's not bad. It's not a gamble at all."

The worries didn't last long.

If you bring such an attractive bait, you have no choice but to catch it no matter the outcome.

In addition to the strong support of the Frostblade tribe, Cheon Yoo-seong, who came with Jin-hyuk, was also stronger than I could have imagined.

"Can I take it as a sign of consent?"

"Yes. I will be with you. At this point, we will completely put the 20th floor into our hands."

"Okay. Then, can I ask you one more thing personally?"

"A request?"

"As you can see, I have a lot of work to do, so I don't have enough hands."

"Tell me. If you can hear me, I'll let you listen."

"There's a hidden ruin on the 19th floor. I'll tell you where it is and how to get in, so you just need to find a piece of paper in it."

A part of the Book of the Prophet written by the goddess Frigg is hidden inside the ruins.

Even if the content is all in your head. Substantial evidence will be needed.

After that, considering the relationship with the Nordic divinity, all the Books of the Prophet must be kept in this hand.

'Because there's no way Olympus will destroy that snarky spirit Odin.'

Even if it seems that Ragnarok is being pushed unilaterally in the war that has just begun. You'll be able to escape while preserving your core power somehow.

Because Heimdall with its wide mobile was superior to Hermes of Olympus in many respects.

"...I see. As a token of the alliance, I can give you that much."

Tarachen nodded.

As a result, a coalition between the Goin Corporation and the Black Hill tribe was formed.

A place lined with red oxidized iron and terrible-looking torture weapons.

The place where the headquarters of the cult of ghosts was located literally seemed to have transferred hell.

"Aww!"

"aaah!"

In the deepest part of the church, which was dotted with screams of all kinds of monsters and residents, the leader of the cult of ghosts, 'Sloth', was located.

To be precise, I was just about to end the torture that had been going on for a long time.

" Yes. Indeed, that was a plan. Talking about the characteristics of a saint was also helpful. It was a very informative story."

"Shut up... well, yes. I've told you everything I know, so please stop... please stop."

Fayden begged for her life.

His appearance as a dignified engineering commander was nowhere to be found. Only the figure of a prisoner whose body and mind was exhausted by the harsh torture remains.

"You mean there's nothing more to say?"

"All I know is I said it all."

"Is that so? It was a lot of hard work to open my mouth."

Sloth gripped the hammer and nail, dripping blood.

Chunkyung! Chunkyung! Chunkyung!

"Hey Iik! Oh, no. No, no, no, no...!"

Fayden twisted her whole body.

However, no matter how hard I tried, nothing changed.

"Don't worry too much. Soon you will be able to live as a member of the Seven Deadly Sins again."

His body is quite usable, and once the operation is over, he will become a very useful soldier.

A Blood Knight, the higher being of the Death Knight, or capable of demonstrating power beyond that.

But right then.

kwaang!

An undead monster with two heads came in after kicking the iron gate.

"I must have told you not to disturb me during the operation?"

"I'm sorry. But, my lord! Enemies have appeared outside the temple."

"what?"

Sloth's brow furrowed.

you're an enemy

How dare you, what kind of crazy bastards have come to the heart of the cult?

"From the Black Hill tribe Tarachen has come this far with an army!"

Tarachen.

The leader of a huge force that divides the 20th floor, and is a warrior with a very warlike character.

"You stupid orc can't even understand the subject. To think that you and I are equal just because the floor is the same."

The Seven Deadly Sins are the inhabitants of the upper classes.

It is not a position that can be surpassed by boss monsters in the middle layer.

It's amazing to be locked up here because of Guntafer's orders.

I can't help but get annoyed as the orcs who left me alone because they don't want to do anything worthless are arguing.

'I just want to rest.'

without doing anything. I just wanted to lay down and live forever.

That was my only wish. That was the only purpose of life.

However, due to the 'submission contract' with Guntafer, that dream had to be put on hold for a while.

'Okay. are you okay. If this task is completed well, I will finally be able to make that dream come true.'

not long now

It is only now that they abuse their whole body while wearing a false mask.

"How would you like to respond?"

"Are you telling me all of those things? If the enemy comes, you should just wipe them out right away!"

"Bah, I'll call the believers right away."

The undead monster that was reporting on the path of indolence immediately lowered its head.

" there's a lot of shit to do. I'll have to take a little rest after the surgery. If I bring some magic crystals from my private lab..."

Sloth seemed annoyed and turned to look for the tools needed to remodel Fayden.

kukukuku!

Soon, as the vicious energy dissipated, a brief peace came to the torture chamber.

"Ew ... eueueu ... also, I should run away. Come quick. Loosen from the handcuffs ..."

Fayden, who had been resurrected from the dead, trembled thinly.

You have to use whatever gap you have, even for a moment, to get out of this hell no matter what you do.

Rumble!

He moved the chain with his trembling hands and feet.

"Hey. How have you been living here?"

It was then that an unfamiliar voice intervened.

Jinhyuk, who was smiling brightly, was squatting in front of Faiden.

"You you!"

"Shhh. Don't make your voice louder. But what if that terrifying headmaster comes back?"

"Is that the bastard that this guy said he wanted to leave all his colleagues and live alone?"

"That's right. If it had endured to the end, a lot more people would have been able to live."

Cheon Yoo-sung and Teresa also added one word each.

"Well, that's..."

The horse becomes a dagger and pierces the heart.

However, the instinct to live was more important than shame or guilt.

"First get me out of here let me go. Then I'll go to jail, be punished, or whatever "

"Hmm. Please save me...la."

Jinhyuk scratched his chin.

"Hurry up...! There's not much time before he comes."

"I'm sorry, but that can't be done."

"Yes?"

"If you were just regular trash, you would have given it a chance to be recycled."

However, I learned that food waste is not even recycled.

Just burning it with fire is the answer.

The good news, though, is that it can do a great job as a bait.

Jinhyuk concentrated mana on his fingertips.

huuuuuoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Drops of blood the size of a go were fiercely drawn in a clockwise direction.

"What, what is this?"

"It's called bokbunja. It's good for the body. It's good."

The smile on Jinhyuk's lips grew even deeper.

The trademark of Amulam, the leader of the Decasans.

'Blood width'.

'Secret'

Drops of blood wrapped in an effective barrier flew towards Faiden's body.

"Hey Iik! What, what is this? What the hell have you done to my body!"

"It's kind of like a time bomb. It's meant to be triggered immediately if we say we're here or show hostile behavior."

You decide when you die.

So, if you want to survive even one second longer, it would be better to match the rhythm.

"Let's move slowly."

"Yeah. If you want to use the time that Tarachen has earned, you have to hurry."

"If you go out the passage on the left, there is a place that leads right away."

The three stood up.

There was no sign of sympathy in that look.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry! So please. Jebaaal!"

Only Faiden's scream echoed through the empty space.

Scratch!

"Big... huh?"

A long vein of blood gushed out of one fanatic's neck with a single cut.

A swordsmanship where the word "clean" comes out of nowhere.

Cheon Yoo-seong wiped the blood off the blade.

"What did we say we were looking for?"

"It's the Holy Grail of the Antichrist. You just need to find something that looks like a crumpled red wine glass. I told you about it an hour ago, but did you forget it?"

" "

Sreung!

The blade shone with anticipation.

"Cancer! You might forget it. Our swordsmanship is a bit busy, but will you remember all of them? But I told you again now, so you shouldn't forget this this time. Okay?"

Jinhyuk nodded hastily.

But right then.

"Jinhyuk-san! Look, look at that!"

Teresa, who was looking intently at one side of the room, shouted.