183. Chapter 183 – A Horse for Pleasure

Chapter 183 – Joyful Horse

The outskirts of the Blighted Trace.

Gray Moon watched the dead aura that ran through the sky fade a little bit, vaguely showing signs of disappearing, and only then did she intend to reapproach.

“I guess the problem should be solved.”

She thought as she suddenly saw a blimp flying in from the west.

Something looked familiar.

She fired a signal arrow, and as she put her bow away she realized she wasn’t holding a blight bow anymore.

The last time she had used the standardized bow of the Cuirassier Court had been decades ago, before she herself had come to the Blight Trail.

The airship approached and dropped the soft ladder.

“I figured you’d come.”

On the deck stood none other than the young paladin Bedwyr.

“It is our duty.” The knight replied.

He was looking at the rushing dead air in the center of the Blight Trail, his brows furrowed.

The intensity of the death aura this time had surpassed that of the Witch Demon Sabelia’s time at the Eagle’s Nest Mountain.

However, the weird thing was that this time, the dead qi did not actively spread.

It strictly hunkered down in this small circle until most of it entered his realm, and only then did it show signs of spreading.

Even if someone from Eternal Dawn personally came to control it, it would be impossible to control it so well ……

For him, who had received the teachings of the Holy Light since he was a child, this was simply heavenly.

Could it be that this undead was doing this on its own initiative?

Even if that Mr. Heine, who always made miracles and hid secrets in his body, was there, he couldn’t explain this matter.

In this world, the ability to cause “disaster” is linked to one’s strength.

This means that the one controlling this dead energy is at least an undead creature who has the strength to match.

The other party’s strength was at least equal to that of the witch demon Saberia, but its size was ten or even dozens of times that of Saberia.

Such a terrifying existence was something that had to be marked by Eternal Dawn.

Even if it could not be resolved, the surrounding population must be evacuated and an isolation barrier established.

However, there was nothing.

It appeared right where the Shikoku Convention protects it.

And that is something to think about.

But in the face of the last mind-boggling problem, it too becomes a minor and inconsequential issue.

An undead that knows how to restrain itself and control the scope of disaster.

Would there be such an undead creature?

Such a creature ……

Is it still an undead?
“I would like to know what has happened here, can you tell me?” He asked.

“Not a secret.”

Ashitsuki looked to the devastated ground as well and began to tell.

Now that the mist had completely dissipated, the land, which had not seen the light of day again for a thousand years, was fully revealed to be scarred.

The pitch-black walls surrounding the central area had also disappeared, leaving only a two to three meter high, fragmented barrier on the ground.

Many of them were also rolled and tipped outwards in a radial pattern.

“…… Right, at first there was an opening in the sky, and a guy on a horse flew out of that, and then the dead air was deflected, and then it disappeared and everything returned to normal.”

After listening to the narration, Bedwell’s brow wrinkled even more.

It’s the Underworld ……

It’s the Underworld that preys on the dead air, and the phenomenon of dead air scrambling that the Church has rarely documented.

That figure was bound to be a servant of the False God.

However, he had actually been annihilated or repelled, or else that rift could not have closed.

This could only be the work of the undead ……

In Bey’s silence, the airship approached the massive body of Quirkus.

Like a wounded warrior, it sat on the ground with its head hung low, falling into a long sleep.

The two also saw Heine standing in front of it.

……

Heine sends Quirkus away with its littermates.

He stood in front of the giant tree-man who was completely asleep, a bit frustrated.

It was a good thing he could hear the chittering players though.

They were searching for Southgate and the corpse of the warhorse.

Listening to their private conversations, Nanmen, as an Underworld Guard, had his soul backed up in the Underworld.

This was like a blighted creature who had to work for the Blight Trace for the rest of his life and could not easily escape.

So Southgate didn’t die.

But unlike the Blight creature, the newborn Nanmen will only inherit his most recent “backup”.

That is to say, this time, he can’t bring back any insights from the mission he was sent on.

However, his death is a piece of information in itself.

Exactly what value it would yield depended on how Thanatos analyzed it.

On top of that, his horse stayed behind. After all, it was a soul-bound warhorse, and as Nanomon’s soul dissipated, it was unbound.

Otherwise, players couldn’t get it in the game.

They were now looking for the horse’s “soul brand”.

They call it a bridle.

“Found it!”

Mr. Sa exclaimed excitedly.

Then several people turned over the bodies of Nanmen and the warhorse and carried them to him.

General Sa took a piece of blue-black horseshoe and handed it to Heine with gusto.

It was quite heavy in his hand and very cold.

But the moment it was touched there was a faint consciousness seeking refuge.

It was very similar to the plea for help heard from the murmuring whispers in the beginning, but this one was clearer.

None of the guys were interested in the horse, after all, it was soul-bound and they couldn’t bind it.

The most interested Sa had the flying mount, so he didn’t care about these three.

As for catching the sheep …… he is still in the heart chamber to brush the merits.

Heine simply accepted the realization.

The horseshoe instantly turned into a blue light and drilled into his palm, followed by a navy blue ring appearing on his middle finger.

Unfortunately, this little guy was weak and couldn’t be summoned.

Heine felt that he could pull it into a fish pond and raise it.

At that moment the blimp landed and Bev and Gray Moon jumped off of it.

Unlike Graymoon, who was staring at Quirkus’ body in a daze, Bedwyrm was staring at Heine.

“Mr. Heine, why does a strong aura of death appear on your body?”

Heine smiled and suddenly raised his hand.

A pitch-black staff appeared in his hand.

It was like a tree trunk, and like a seedling without roots.

The base was smooth, and the tip branched out into several branches dotted with gray leaves.

As soon as the staff appeared, a dense deathly aura converged over, and even Gray Moon couldn’t help but frown.

“Is this what you’re talking about?” Heine asked.

Bedwell’s face was grave, and a holy light faintly emerged from his body.

The three people who were still crouching on the ground and touching the corpses suddenly stood up and did what they had to do.

The atmosphere was suddenly tense!

This was Quirkus’s “body”, that is, the roots of the Wood of Mourning and Death had just fallen to the ground when it had grown into the appearance.

Before leaving, Quirkus told Heine.

If it is not tainted with death, then this part will turn back into the root system.

As soon as he returned to the Valley of Mourning Wood with the root system, he would gain the friendship of that group of wood elves.

Unfortunately it was contaminated and could not be returned to its original form.

Until it gets purified, it can only become like this.

As for the giant undead quirkus, it resembled the witch demon Eli.

Because the consciousness had been hiding inside the Spirit Figurine for years, this huge body no longer had anything to do with its consciousness, and had become the possession of the Spirit Figurine.

Heine heard its euphemistic request to purify this section of the root system.

It just so happened that he was also short of a staff, so he took it in.

He didn’t realize that the deathly aura thus tainted had made Bedwyr so alert.

“No matter what you want to do, it’s best to understand the cause and effect of the matter first, Mr. Bedwell.”

Heine looked toward him, but gripped her staff tightly.

“I’ve just sent a friend away, and it’s a noble fellow who did something wrong though.

“So I don’t want you to say anything out of line, okay?”

Friend?

Bedwell nodded, but the holy light on his body didn’t shrink, but instead shone even brighter.

“I want to know what happened.”

“I will.”

Heine nodded:
“But before that, shouldn’t you check yourself?”

Bey froze and looked down at the holy flames emerging from her body.

He tried to control it, to make it shrink back, yet it simply wouldn’t listen.

Not only that, but he also felt a dry heat and raging power running through his entire body ……

Some sort of unfamiliar thought surfaced from the bottom of his heart, and the murmur in his ears became clear.

A thought surfaced in his heart for no reason.

I’m going to break through?
At the same time, a golden light cut through the cloudy sky and landed directly on Bedwell.

Promotion, it’s about to begin.

(End of chapter)