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378.How to Cook Oesin With a Holy Sword (5)
“Nineteen.”
‘This is a nightmare… ‘ ! ‘This can’t be happening!’
The fear of death appeared on the faces of the gods, who had been smiling at the plan to take over the world’s sovereignty during the chaos of the world.
‘Why on earth is a guy like that here at the time we return!’
They were confident that if they could somehow deal with Kalon, they would be able to regain hegemony over the world, but they were cruelly defeated before they could even point the blade of revenge at Kalon.
The reality is that the god of war, who is skilled in battle, is destroyed in an instant, and the gods who have no connection to battle desperately resist, but are hunted one by one by him.
‘Why on earth!’
“Why on earth are you doing this to us! “We just wanted to get our hometown back!”
“This is not your hometown anymore.”
“We were born here!”
Someone’s sorrowful voice echoed within the barrier. John looked around at the gods who were glaring at him with resentful eyes.
Gods who were exiled because of their weakness.
If I hadn’t come back here, I would have been alive, even if it was miserable.
He clicked his tongue and took out the shovel stuck in the heart of an unknown god.
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God’s blood flows.
Blood enough to stain the desert red.
“If this continues, a forest will grow in the desert.”
He tried his luck and looked for his next target. Some showed signs of trying to run away, but ironically, the barrier installed to protect them was blocking their escape.
“Release the barrier…”
“If we unlock it, our location will be revealed!”
“You idiot! That guy must have come because he was already caught!”
When the gods started fighting and showed signs of internal strife, John did not miss the opportunity and rushed at the god who was standing in front.
“No matter how strong you are, you will not be able to break through the shield I made!”
Tubalcain, the god of blacksmiths, shouted confidently, holding his shield forward and preparing for the impact that would be delivered to the shield. He said that if he stops his advance, the gods will respond favorably.
If you wait just a little longer, you will be able to face his body.
That was the moment I thought so.
“You may have been stuck in a corner all your life and just hammering away, but you don’t know how to fight. Production.”
“What?”
Tubalcain instinctively questioned his sarcasm.
Then, thorns erupted from his shield and pierced his entire body mercilessly.
“Is there a need to drill? All you have to do is return it. Eighteen.”
The death of the blacksmith god echoed in the desert. With holes all over his body, he lay down on the hot sand. The sand, which was once yellow-brown, soaked in the blood of the god and created red marks.
“Tubalcain is dead!”
“That’s ridiculous!”
“You can’t believe they made Tubal Cain’s shield like that!”
Confusion spread among the gods. The gods who were at least skilled in battle were slaughtered in an instant, and the remaining gods were not that familiar with battle.
As their vanguard was helplessly broken, the fighting spirit of the remaining gods began to noticeably weaken.
Without losing his momentum, he jumped up using Tubalcain’s body as a stepping stone. Just as a wild beast hiding in the grass leaps to bite the neck of its prey, he lunged at the nearest god and immediately swung his shovel.
“Seventeen.”
“Try anything! If we continue like this, we will all die!”
“We just wanted to go home! Why is this happening…”
The gods rebuked John in a sorrowful voice. The hopes of the gods who returned to their hometown and dreamed of a rosy future were shattered and buried in the desert.
There was no option to run away.
It was because I did not want to return to the cold, dark land beyond this warm world. That’s why they couldn’t run away from here even if they had to die.
No one wanted to live the life of a fugitive.
The young man who was the god of hunting shouted in a voice full of anger and despair.
“The Hound of Calon! “I would rather suffer this kind of humiliation from that vile traitor’s dog… “
When the handsome young god spoke those words with a frightened face, the gods around him were horrified and covered his mouth.
Because it was the most important taboo they had to keep.
John shook the blood off his shovel at God’s sudden reaction and observed the situation for a moment.
‘I’d rather…’
He figured out what he was trying to say in context.
“If you want to try it, try it. “Cowards.”
At his provocation, the god of hunting shook off the gods’ touch, raised a blood clot in his neck, and shouted.
“Do you think that if I tell you to do something, I won’t be able to do it? Observer! “I will accept your offer!”
With the young god’s heartbreaking cry, the space began to split.
And the visible eyes. Eye. Eye. Eye. Eyes.
Numerous eyes visible through the cracked space. John felt a slight headache.
[What is this – it’s not fun.]
A voice that is difficult to distinguish whether it is a woman or a man, a child, an adult, or an old man. A strange voice, as if numerous voices were overlapped, revealed its presence within the barrier.
“I will make a contract with you! Observer!”
‘Is that the enemy I have to fight?’
John felt his hands becoming sweaty at his terrifying presence.
Perhaps the most powerful and hopeless being among the opponents he has fought so far. The observer called out of desperation by the God of Hunting narrowed his eyes and looked around at the gods as if he were bored.
[Don’t you guys…?]
It didn’t take long to realize that wasn’t actually a question. Because the tentacles that came out of the cracks wrapped around their bodies.
‘I don’t know how big it is.’
Should I attack?
However, he was aware that if he attacked now, he would be no match for him, so he decided to remain silent and watch the situation.
Because I knew very well that fighting a strong person with little information was nothing but suicidal. He was an expert on survival more than anyone else.
“I hate it!”
[You are noisy.]
The screaming god’s body was wrapped around tentacles and crushed like potato salad. John, who saw this, wondered whether he should shout out the number seventeen or stay quiet.
If you leave it as is, it will sort out the gods on its own. However, he couldn’t help but be concerned about the contract that the hunting god had made, so he adjusted his grip on the shovel so that he could move it at any time.
I’m not interested in him yet, so depending on the situation, I may leave or fight further.
[Casting casting. Casting casting. Heehee~]
The observer beyond the space smiled and moved his tentacles as if he was bunching up a bunch of sticks. A harmony of screams and moans mixed with violent kneading without any delicacy echoed throughout the desert.
Red blood and flesh dripped from the tentacles, which were shining in an unknown color, whether purple or gray.
And as if that wasn’t enough for the observer, he brought his tentacles together and started massaging the flesh. At that point, the screams disappeared, and only the sound of flesh clumping together filled the space.
‘You’re out of your mind.’
Was it a mistake to try to understand the thinking of foreign media? He put away his thoughts and continued to watch what the foreign press was doing. Mental contamination was prevented by the Quartz family’s protection, so I had to watch what the observer was doing.
Even a little bit of information could have been a valuable hand that could give him a chance of winning.
‘As Hecate said, her personality is childlike.’
This was the most difficult type to deal with. Because children are naturally self-indulgent. I couldn’t tell when he would act on a whim.
‘Did they put it in thinking that catching something like this would be the true ending?’
Hee hee~]
The observer, who was massaging the shoes together and massaging them with a bright laugh, as if a child was playing with clay, placed the bundle of shoes on the floor.
[Exciting doll play time~!]
“…Playing with dolls.”
[Then let’s have fun!]
‘…Well, you just casually make golems out of gods on the spot.’
He sighed as he watched the gods writhing in a circle. I don’t know how strong that group of gods would be, but at least he judged that it would be more difficult than dealing with the rest of the gods.
As the saying goes, if we unite we live, if we disperse we die, even the weak gods would have become stronger by uniting together.
“We…Are…”
“Quartz…Kills…”
Heads stuck together, arms sticking out randomly without any regularity. And even dozens of bridges.
The being that had completely distorted the definition of ‘life’ all glared at Johann Quartz.
There are so many eyes scattered here and there that even counting them is a hassle.
An expression full of hatred, as if it wanted to tear him to death at any moment.
John scoffed at that and held out his left hand. And his middle finger goes up naturally.
“Do you think you can beat me if you all come together?”
“Quartz… !”
“Come.”
He took up the shovel to lead those who were gods to death.