The Porter Is Not Interested in the Hero Party

63 – Legion of Darkness (13)

“Kuhhh..! Bigger…! kuh… !”

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Greta knelt down. He couldn’t understand what was happening to his body. Why is my whole body suddenly boiling, why is my head dizzy and blood is pouring out of my whole body.

“aaa!”

He swung his hand in the direction of the hero. However, the movements I did my best hit the air like a balloon puppet’s limp hands, and I couldn’t even raise the wind. It passed over the hero’s head with slow movements, as if serving someone.

On the other hand, the movement of the warrior was too fast. Before Greta could think of her next move, a golden glow was already rising from under his chin. Greta tried to avoid it by turning around somehow. However, the kneeling legs were discolored, and the damaged machine could not emit smoke. The scales were falling, and the vision was increasingly blurred.

“eww… ! OMG… … !”

The face of the warrior Greta faced was full of tragic beauty. With her lips biting and her eyes wide open, she was only conveying her intent to kill him. After meeting those eyes, Greta seemed to finally be able to accept her own death.

bang!

The air exploded and a solid golden line stretched toward the sky.

A golden line, clearly visible even from a distant watchtower, cut across the world beautifully. Its secret trajectory swelled up as if opening its pupils, spreading a sparkling light to the world.

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Golden particles rained down on the horribly ruined world. The soldiers could get a glimpse of the hope of victory in the sweet rain they met with the old family. The hope that if you trust and follow the hero like you do now, you will surely survive this hell.

The hero’s inaction today had more meaning than overwhelming power.

“Turn it off…!”

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Greta’s huge body, with deep wounds from the chest to the shoulder, collapsed, and the hero gasped for breath as he stumbled.

“ah… !”

The hero grabbed his head and sat down on the floor. The side effects of inadvertently drawing power while not yet in perfect physical condition came. When the commander saw the hero’s weakness, he was startled and shouted.

“Yo, protect the hero! Don’t let them attack you!”

That voice sounded like a last chance to the few ghoul soldiers who hadn’t given up yet. His face stained with despair turned to desperation, and he picked up his weapon from the floor and started running toward the hero. In the field where the enemies were closer than the allies, Millet’s arrows ricocheted several ghoul soldiers in all directions.

A soldier with an arrow pierced his neck rolled across the floor as if he had fallen from a carriage, spurting blood, and a ghoul soldier who was stopped by the soldiers’ charge stretched out his hand toward the hero, pouring out black blood despite being stabbed in the chest.

And, despite the harsh resistance, there were monsters that came right in front of the hero. The hero forcibly raised his sword and tried to block them. But I couldn’t even stand up, so my body kept collapsing, and I laughed.

Even after defeating an opponent, he was so pathetic that he faced such a pointless crisis, and he felt sorry for not knowing how much guilt Millet would feel if he died like this.

I felt sorry for the porter, Lena, and Ashria who worked hard to prepare for the operation.

“mister… … .”

The hero saw the ghouls rushing towards him and called the porter’s name without realizing it.

Slowly, as they turned their backs to the sunlight, a shadow fell on the warrior’s face, and the sound of heavy breathing and hateful voices came close by. The warrior closed his eyes and decided to think about something else. The trips I’ve taken, the countless burdens I’ve carried as a warrior.

And the things that haven’t been said yet.

“Hero!”

The warrior opened his eyes again at the voice calling him. The face of the ghoul that was charging in front of me was hit by a black-knuckle fist and turned into mush.

The ghoul jumped up and became a hedgehog and jumped over the hero and disappeared.

The ghoul, aiming at the hero and brandishing his sword, collapsed with blood pouring from holes in his body.

Then, someone cut off the last remaining ghoul’s waist with a sword and took the hero into his arms. Hard chest, sturdy forearms, and the warm scent of grass that wafts in the moment you pull it with your body.

“Uh, huh?”

The hero saw Lena and Ashuria standing in the face of the sandstorm right in front of them. The two women were breathing deeply and wiping sweat from their heads.

The warrior raised his head again. He had a beard, but he had a sharp jawline and fierce eyes. The porter, who had been breathing heavily with a tense face, relaxed his expression and smiled as soon as he saw the hero. The moment the hero saw it, his face suddenly became hot and he felt his heart pounding.

“Ah, ah… … ! uh… ?”

Warriors can’t understand Some great emotion, which he had never encountered before, was tormenting his heart, but he could not articulate what it was.

“Warrior? Are you okay?”

“Ahh… ! that, that… ! So… !”

The hero hurriedly stretched out his arms and hesitated because he couldn’t choose his words. When Lena sat down next to the hero and put her hand on his forehead, she was startled and said,

“mister. Do you have a fever for warriors?”

“oh my! Warrior! Don’t die! You saved me so nicely! Wake up!”

“Ah, that, that… ! So… ! That… !”

“priest! priest!”

“Medicine! Medic!”

“…Calm down. Aren’t I here?”

Ashuria looked at Lena who was making a fuss and the porter with a puzzled look and put her hand on the hero’s head. And started to recite the order.

“Warrior!”

In the distance, Millet was running. Millet’s eyes were filled with tears, and it seemed that even if the hero was slightly injured, he would cry out loud. Lena gave a thumbs up and laughed for the worried elf, and Millet, who had run up to her, smiled broadly and cradled herself into Lena’s arms.

“…I think we should take a break first.”

Then there was Ashria, who tilted her head while stroking the hero’s bright red face with her hand.

******

life is boring

This was also the case with Greta and the Vieves father and son. Even if his body was rotted by poison and his heart was burned, the demon dragon’s strong vitality did not allow him to die. Even after the whole body was tied up with gags and chains, and the machine was dismantled, people doubted the limits of this monster and did not go near it.

commanders and lieutenants. Only two people were smoking cigarettes near the monster. The adjutant took out a cigarette from his mouth and lit it on Greta’s body.

“Commander. I would be the first man to use a demon dragon body as an ashtray.”

“Don’t do anything stupid.”

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Greta did not bat an eye at the low-quality provocation. He stared at the two of them with emotionless eyes, hardening his ferocious face.

said Greta.

“Is the hero dead?”

“He is not dead. You will die.”

“My son.”

“There it is.”

There was a vives hanging where the commander pointed his hand.

It was Beeves, to be exact. In the words of a worthless idealist, he was treated like a skinned pig carcass. Greta let out an incomprehensible moan as she saw her red, skinny body hanging from the same red, skinny rope.

“Are you upset?”

“…..If you come to the battlefield, you must be prepared.”

The commander was well aware that those words were a struggle not to give joy to humans. It was easy for fathers with children to notice emotions even if they were of different species. The commander looked at Greta with a mixed feeling and said.

“The warrior said so. I wonder why you didn’t attack.”

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Greta didn’t answer that, but raised her head and looked around. Soldiers on all sides either backed away or shivered in surprise when Greta met their eyes. The commander asked Greta.

“What are you looking for?”

“Isn’t Kiberes here?”

“You are in the back. He said he was working on a job downstairs.”

“Do you believe in demons?”

The commander nearly shook his head at the question, but managed to hold it in.

“You’re a very meticulous commander, trying to use tricks even in the midst of death. The game was won, and we were the ones who seized the victory.”

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Greta smiled. The commander tilted his head and looked at Greta. said Greta.

“You got the win? hahahaha!”

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Greta started laughing. His laughter spread so widely that it stirred uneasiness in the soldiers. And then, a messenger ran towards the commander. It was a messenger planted in order to find out the news below.

The messenger whispered to the commander in a low voice.

“It is said that the withdrawal order came down to the border guard area in charge of Kiberes, and all troops and villagers withdrew. Because of this, there is currently a large gap in the border area, warning the command… … .”

The commander dropped the cigarette he was holding.

Something. Something seemed wrong.

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Greta asked.

“How many troops are there now? Feeling threatened by me alone, how much you poured the kingdom army.”

The commander’s face turned pale.

“no way… … .”

*******

Sat down on the watchtower of the castle wall, Caybereth spoke to the soldiers in a nonchalant tone.

“I don’t believe in demons. There are no people to trust.”

She stretched and looked at the border. Dry rivers and deserted villages. The barracks left only traces, the gap she made was only part of it, but that was enough.

Kiberes said.

“Warrior. I’m sorry.”