Heavenly Inquisition Sword - Chapter 1481



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Episode 1481. The Curse of Abranaat

As blood continued to spurt out, Elio had no choice but to bleed.

This is the first time I’ve experienced this phenomenon since becoming a spirit being.

“This isn’t some kind of curse… … .”

Elio, who was talking to himself, flinched.

I began to think that maybe it really was the curse of Abranat.

If that’s not the case, then it doesn’t make sense.

The body, which was protected by not only the guardian spirit but even the protection of the Titan warriors, continued to bleed.

Lord Veris had said, ‘Eternum is indestructible and regenerates quickly.’

But if you look at your body now, you won’t be able to say that.

Because it was bleeding so much that it could have been considered an ordinary human body.

Acupuncture helps stop bleeding, but is not good for combat.

This is because if the blood flow is blocked, the flow of energy is also blocked.

If you want to fight other monarchs, deities, or evil spirits like Shaitin, you need to have a smooth flow of bets.

It means that the blood vessels need to be opened.

‘Surely I won’t start bleeding again then?’

Elio shook his head in confusion at the sudden sense of despair that was washing over him.

Finally, as he was about to descend below the clouds, an exclamation of ‘Ah!’ escaped from his mouth.

It was only later that he realized that he was naked.

The only thing he wore was the trainer he had received from the Buraqui tribe.

He took out a new suit from the Mahadham and put it on roughly.

It was a little disappointing that I didn’t have any extra armor, but there was nothing I could do about it now.

Elio, who had even changed his clothes, slowly descended below the clouds.

When Elio came down safely, the reactions of the air force and the demons were mixed.

Cheers erupted from the airfield, but the demon camp was enveloped in silence.

Elio approached Iskandar, the chieftain of the Astaroid tribe.

“Abranat is dead. Go back.”

But Iskandar did not answer.

Iskandar, who had been flapping his wings with a stern face, slowly opened his mouth.

“It was not Abranath who gave us the order, but Shaitin.”

This means that we will not go back like this.

Elio said coldly.

“If you disobey, you die.”

“Even if you disobey Shaitin’s orders, you will die. If you are going to die anyway, shouldn’t you die like a demon?”

Iskandar’s hand holding the flaming sword slowly rose upward.

The once quiet Demon Clan camp was engulfed in speculation.

If that flaming sword is pointed at the airship, it’s obvious that the lion will rush at me like before.

Elio’s mouth was dry.

If another fight broke out now, it was clear that the airship would be completely destroyed.

I wanted to prevent the priests of Syncrea and Mana Phtras from dying.

“Shaitin will not hold you accountable.”

Iskandar’s hand holding the flaming sword stopped above his head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Shytin will be in Black Mountain?”

“exactly.”

“I killed Abranat. And I will soon meet Shaitin. If I defeat Shaitin, who will hold you accountable?”

“… … .”

Iskandar couldn’t hide his embarrassment at the unexpected words.

But it wasn’t wrong.

As he hesitated, the voice of the Demon Lord came to his ear.

“Are you going to turn down a chance to live? As a chieftain, you should give your tribesmen a chance to live. Don’t you think so?”

Iskandar’s eyes wavered at those words.

Although he would rather die than die, he felt it was right to give the younger tribesmen a chance.

Iskandar slowly lowered his flaming sword.

Along with that, the speculation in the Demon Clan’s camp gradually subsided.

Iskandar then said:

“What you say is true, but we cannot retreat. Go first with the airship. We will follow the airship.”

Elio frowned slightly at the ambiguous attitude.

The intention is to watch and then decide whether to fight or not.

I didn’t feel like carrying the demons behind me, but I had no other choice.

“Or so you say.”

Elio glanced at Iskandar and the demon camp before returning to the airship.

Elio, who had landed on the deck of the airship, walked towards the bow.

Syncrea, who had been watching his master, ran over and examined Elio from head to toe.

“Master, are you okay?”

“uh.”

Elio answered as if it was nothing, but Syncrea’s eyes were serious.

“Where did you get the clothes? They looked like they were all burned earlier.”

“These are the clothes I kept as spares in the subspace warehouse.”

“Ah… … How about your body? I smell blood from you, Master.”

A bitter smile appeared on Elio’s lips.

The wound left by Abranaat was so deep that it caught even the five senses of a sword beginner.

“You fought the Ancient God, so how could you be okay?”

“Are you badly hurt?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not that bad.”

Elio, who arrived at the player, sat down roughly.

Only then did I feel relaxed, and fatigue came crashing down on me like waves.

It’s the first time my limbs feel heavy even after a fight.

No, now that I look at it, not just my arms and legs, but my whole body felt heavy as if it weighed a ton.

It appears that he suffered internal injuries as well as external injuries.

I really wanted to do a fortune telling ceremony, but I was worried that my blood would burst.

‘The warrior’s protection will regenerate you, so I guess you’ll be okay by now?’

Elio relaxed his body and slowly turned the cradle.

The blocked blood vessels suddenly opened up and soon your clothes started getting wet?

I opened my eyes wide just in case, and sure enough, there was blood showing through my clothes.

Elio smiled bitterly and took another look at the blood vessels.

‘I don’t know what it is, but I’m really into it.’

As the Master’s clothes became stained with blood, Synclair quickly led him to the cabin.

“Master, please get treatment from a therapist first.”

After a while, Syncrea brought in a female therapist from the Imperial Army.

In front of the therapist, Elio had to take off his shirt again.

The therapist’s face hardened as he saw Count Lagoa’s naked torso.

There were about thirty coin-sized scars, and the surrounding areas were eroded to a purple color.

When the addiction or infection reaches its peak, the skin turns purple.

It would have taken several days for the infection to progress to that extent.

Why did Count Lagoa leave such a wound untreated?

“Your Majesty, how long have you been injured?”

“About ten minutes ago?”

“You said ten minutes? Not ten days?”

“Ten days? Don’t joke around. I got these wounds when I fought the Demon God a little while ago.”

The therapist looked at the sink reflexively.

Syncrea nodded and said.

“It must be the injury you sustained about ten minutes ago. I’ve never been injured to this extent before.”

The therapist, who had been tilting his head, placed a silver needle on the wound.

The needles did not discolor.

This means that it is not a phenomenon caused by addiction.

“The wound is badly infected. It looks like it has been left untreated for over a dozen days. First, I will disinfect it and apply some good medicine to the wound.”

The therapist disinfected about thirty wounds and applied ointment thoroughly.

Elio, who had been watching silently, suddenly turned his head to Syncrea.

“There are similar wounds down there, so go out first.”

“The therapist is a woman. Wouldn’t it be safer for me to stay?”

“Use it!”

When Elio frowned, Syncree reluctantly left.

“Look down too.”

As the sinkhole left, Elio took off his pants in front of the therapist.

As people get older, they become more shameless.

Elio, who was already shameless, became numb to feelings between men and women as he passed the age of 100.

The female therapist in her thirties continued the treatment with a seemingly indifferent expression.

The wounds were all over his lower abdomen and thighs.

The therapist who was applying the medicine with an indifferent expression tilted his head.

“But why?”

“The wounds on your instep and shin are quite deep… …. Doesn’t it make it difficult for you to walk?”

If it was that deep, it would have reached the bone even if I didn’t know what it was.

Given the extent of the skin infection, it was clear that the bone condition was not normal either.

In his view, the count was unable to walk.

“It hurts a little, but it’s okay.”

In reality, Elio only felt a slight bruise-like pain in his shin.

“I think you need to carefully examine the condition of the instep and shin. It is normal for the pain to be severe… … .”

The therapist trailed off.

If the bone is infected like the skin, the leg may need to be amputated.

Then Elio said in passing.

“I like this wound ointment because it doesn’t sting.”

“yes?”

“No. Is it all over?”

“yes.”

When the treatment was over, Elio put his pants back on.

The therapist who had been watching him spoke cautiously.

“Considering the infection of your wound, I think you will need to take some medicine.”

“It’s okay. My wounds aren’t the kind that can be cured with medicine. Thank you for your hard work.”

After speaking, Elio went out without looking back.

Elio’s expression as he walked towards the player was complicated.

A wound that was only treated a dozen minutes ago has become infected as if it had been left untreated for a dozen days.

‘I thought it was a curse.’

There is no cure for a curse.

What more so if it is the curse of the primordial god?

Returning to the players, Syncrea and Anna Sado’s expressions were unusual.

Because the black mountain is approaching right before our eyes.

Elio asked the Apostle Anna.

“Apostle, is that the black mountain you saw in the revelation?”

“I think the appearance matches.”

“That’s fortunate.”

The wizard who had been listening to their conversation stepped back and muttered something to the crystal ball.

His speech and facial expressions seemed to indicate that he was reporting directly to the Commander-in-Chief, Archduke Knauf.

Meanwhile, the unfairness and the black mountain were getting closer.

The airship gradually lowered its altitude.

As I went down, I saw a huge building just short of the top of the mountain.

A thick, dark ether could be felt in the ink-black building.

Elio could intuitively tell that there was a magic stone there.

Anna Apostle and Syncreer also seemed to think so, as they could not take their eyes off the building.

It seemed that the Imperial Army was the same, and even though they were not told, the airship went down towards the building.

“Hmm!”

“Ugh!”

A heavy sigh escaped from the mouths of the imperial soldiers and priests on deck.

It is painful to be exposed to the dark ether.

As we descended the black mountain, the groans became louder.

The eyes of the knights and musketeers turned bloodshot, and the priests collapsed to the ground.

Syncree’s face also turned red, but after some time, it returned to its original color.

Syncrea, who was looking around, said with a dumbfounded expression.

“It seems like everyone is having a hard time in the dark ether. If I hadn’t come with you, Master, I would have failed.”

“Don’t be too sure of success, as the evil Shaitin still remains.”

“Can you win, Master?”

“Well.”

Elio wasn’t sure.

After his fight with the primordial god Abranath, he had lost his confidence.

Because the wounds he received from Abranaat’s last attack still haunted him.

My whole body felt heavy like water-soaked cotton, but I couldn’t even breathe.

Even though I was suffering from internal and external injuries, I was unable to move, so my mental and physical exhaustion reached its peak.

How a healthy mind resides in a healthy body.

Elio was now in a state of tatters both physically and mentally due to the curse of Abranaat.

The aircraft, though precarious, landed in front of the building.

Behind the airship, the demons and beasts came down silently and formed ranks.

They were so careful that they made no sound even though so many demons and beasts were moving around.

Dull.

The door to injustice has finally opened.

A hundred or so heavily armed Imperial troops emerged from two airships.

They are the elite of the elite who survived out of one thousand two hundred people.

Finally, the fourth generation Goliath of the heat came down the stairs leading his huge body.

Where two hands should have been, there were two black gun barrels.

Elio and Archduke Knauf reunite in front of a building shrouded in dark ether.