Living as an Unemployed in Another World - Living as an Unemployed in Another World chapter 120

120 – 4. Silences in Helms (36)

36.

Lizardman, Moguas roared.

“Horororororo!”

He kicked the floor before anyone else. Thick legs, heavy feet, the advantages and disadvantages of lizardmen. However, with each step he takes, the skeleton of his lower body changes. The heavy legs were transformed into slimmer, and the joints were woven backwards, making it an elastic lower body for running. Moguas was a druid, but the reason he didn’t change his body was to fight while maintaining his ego.

“Kyaha!!”

His thick arms, with strength almost equal to that of the half-orc Alphonse, grabbed the helmets of the attacking knights and threw them away with ease. Is that all, a swing of his fist cracked his armor, and a swing of his tail sent three or four people rolling across the floor.

As Moguas clears the road, adventurers with unusual physiques break in one after another. A warrior with a machete pounded the armor of relatively light knights as hard as he could, and even those who looked like wizards lashed their heads with staffs, not spells.

“Is it true that they are being manipulated!? I don’t know if they’re coming to catch us later from our church!”

“Ha, the princess is in charge! Do what you have to do right!”

As the dwarf warrior Fernias rushes forward like a cannonball holding a shield, the steel wall made up of knights collapses in an instant. Moguas takes advantage of that gap and crosses the road again. Furnias requested.

“Don’t kill me! Neutralize it!”

“I thought so! It’s just that I want to compete with the devil too!!”

Moguas saw the hideous-looking demon in front of him only ten meters away. Those who have low spell resistance do not know what tricks they will do if they get close, so only priests with resistance are holding him in check. He clicked his tongue at the sight of the man in glasses and the men in black robes shooting miracles from their palms.

“Don’t complain, focus! If you don’t want me to take even your gold coins!”

Duong! Furnias hit the devil’s head with his shield. As his neck spun and teeth protruded from his mouth, the shape changed in an instant and flowed to the floor. The sludge that had turned into liquid again crossed the floor and headed towards the demon’s body.

“Damn it, even if you defeat it, it will come back to life again…… !”

Purnias complained. Their party, with the best melee combat ability, only had to break the ranks and open the way to the demons of dreams. The role of attacking demons is up to other adventurers.

“I am ignorant. But, enough now.”

That’s what Cynthia, the high elf, said. She had been gripping the bow and pulling her strings tight. What hangs from the tip is an ordinary wooden arrow of only good quality. However, as soon as he touched her hand, the tip turned red like a burning fuse.

An arrow fired from the treasured treasure ‘Silver Palace’ made by splitting and weaving the branches of the World Tree ignores the effects of most spells and has at least the same power as a spear. Taang!! The arrow that flew through the moonlight shattered the closed teeth of the demon and pierced the roof of its mouth.

Cynthia quickly loaded the next arrow. She never thought she’d be able to finish it with one shot. However, her wounds had already been filled the moment she took aim again. Arrows fired in succession could also leave wounds, but they eventually healed. Cynthia kept her dignity but frowned her fine brow. She cried.

“Yonggary!”

“Leave it to me!”

The dragon’s head responded loudly. If the arrow doesn’t work, it’s a spell. Sagrat’s class is Sorcerer. Unlike Wizards, who store magic in slots through meditation and then use it, they were able to cast spells without a series of processes with their innate talents carved into their bodies.

“Everyone, keep your heads down!!”

At Sagrat’s booming voice, priests, heretic inquisitors, and adventurers lowered their stance. A ray of flame runs through the passage that the party forcibly opened.

“Flame Strike [Flame Explosion]!!”

Soon after, a pillar of fire pierced the devil’s body. Before long, the spell chanted by their party took on an additional direct hit with a colorful glow.

【Geee…… !】

Has it been eaten? It was expected as moans flowed one after another from the gaping mouths. However, for a while, all kinds of terrible injuries are eventually filled with slowly flowing liquid.

“What happened!? That guy is no longer a priest!? What kind of regenerative power does the devil have…….”

Cynthia’s words. I made an impression. Also, something is strange.

Almost all the red adventurers attacked the demon, except for Gerald’s party, which supports the priests, and Furnias’ party, which served as a shock force, but he was recovering from most of the attacks.

The devil’s regenerative power? Depending on their own hierarchy and the amount of power they have, there are monsters that specialize in regeneration. That ridiculous durability is out of line.

Furthermore, it is suspicious that the number of minions never decreases. Looking at their reactions, they definitely seem to have a good taste, but the fact that the corpse is sucked back into the main body is different from that of ordinary low-ranking demons.

Doubt was slowly turning into certainty. It’s time to try it out.

“Hey Gerald!!”

I called out to him, shouting at the top of my voice. Responding to my signal, Gerald backed away from the little demons and started running towards the edge of the chapel. Two cathedral knights whom Baolof had brainwashed for a long time tried to stop him, but Mira and Alphonse opened fire and prevented them from escaping.

“I can’t last long!”

“Okay, thank you!”

Immediately after that, with the help of the priests, Grace, who had regained her condition, stepped into the middle of the battlefield with her white hair flying. Unexpected blows happen when there is no time to pay attention to anything else. Among them, she, who has stronger fighting power against demons than anyone else, came to the fore.

A hammer made of light is gripped in her hand. She told me

“Only once. That is the power I can put out now.”

“Enough.”

The sword and heresy The demon who had been playing with her interrogators turned her eyeless face to her at the moment. Even after becoming a demon, it seems that fear based on instinct remains. A huge hammer floated through her air and she struck it with all her might.

“Holly, Smite [Sacred Strike]!!”

The demon quickly crouched down and leaped backwards, but was unable to get out of range of his hammer. The moment the roar rang out and the body contorted, I saw it clearly. The human-shaped minions he summoned instantly shimmered and turned transparent.

The first thing I suspected was when he started summoning minions instead of attacking directly. Why are demons so fearful? Not only because he uses all sorts of cruel tricks to fool his enemies, but also because the fighting power of his own body is the source of his fear. Grace also expressed the same opinion as me a while ago. She argued that it was rather weak for a devil who descended from a cardinal.

That’s where understanding coincided. As a human, Baolof was initially dealing with the power of illusion bestowed by the goddess. If it was only strengthened more than before through prayer…….

And at this moment I was sure. This battlefield, chaos, and countless minions he shows. That everyone is fake

The true power of the dream demon is not the ability to command minions or infinite regeneration. It is the power of dreams that makes fiction feel like truth. The moment we all met him in his descent, we were fighting against imaginary enemies in illusions. The only things that are real are living things in the first place. Everyone is mixed up in illusions and continues fighting in vain. However, everyone including myself took this as reality, to the point that even Carl was fooled. That’s how strong the power of the illusion was.

So how do we break down this fake space? It’s impossible to prey on non-existent things with my fancy bag. The same goes for defeating demons. Unfortunately, my pet bag couldn’t handle even one lychee.

The answer was simple. Behind the devil, Gerald ran with a spirited spirit. The amethyst-colored earrings I gave her were dangling from his earlobes.

───You want to wear this? Wait, you can’t do this

───That’s right. I’ll make your wish come true ‘Artifact holder’, thrilling sound, right?

───Don’t be ridiculous!

A few months ago. The cause of the ‘dungeon of memory loss’ that once made the periphery noisy. If you think about it, this place was the beginning of all my journeys.

The artifact that Mimic hid in its belly, after I handed it over to the guild, passed into the Count’s hands, and when Mira stole it and ran away, it returned to me after twists and turns through Alicia.

Artifact, .

An enormous object that creates another dimension by projecting the owner’s desire and projects everything that happens there into reality. Even though Gerald, who is not a spell user, would not be able to draw all of that power at once, it would be enough to infiltrate the dream demon’s realm. The guy’s desire is really simple.

“Haaa!!”

To be adventurous.

And then, stepping up.

If the opponent is a demon from mythology, it’s more than enough. Gerald, who overlaid the illusion he created with his own, cut through the bronze body with light.

【Geez…… !】

Even if it’s an illusion, if each other’s realms overlap, the intersection becomes reality. Baolof groaned, and the demon’s image and numerous minions distorted.

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Now is your chance. No matter how much he penetrated the gap, there was no way that the demon that had descended on the cardinal would be annihilated with just one sword strike. Now that he’s vengeful and determined not to let his guard down, I approach him from behind and open my arms to get his attention.

“Where are you looking? You jerk.”

Immediately.

Pu-wook!! His thick hands dug deep into my chest. It ripped through his muscles, shattered his sternum, and then headed for his heart. A blow to surely kill the targeted opponent. I lay limp, writhing in terrible pain.

“Jin!!”

I heard a woman’s voice. I can’t tell who it belongs to. Is it Mira? Grace? Maybe it’s Janice. Deafening In any case, my consciousness gradually drifted away… ….

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The visionary devil, Bigiones, once called Ba Olof, smiled at the touch of his fingertips.

Since it was a space that he himself was in control of, the flow of the series so far was quite intrusive. The clergy, who thought they could easily dominate, resisted, led by Faust, and the adventurers who intruded along the way marked each of the cathedral knights, and the adventurers flocked to defeat the illusion, and even ate an untimely blow.

I already knew that there was this young man who was staring at me first in the flow. He came to die himself, so I can only thank him. The barrier of illusion was still encroaching on the chapel, and as long as there was no surprise attack like the one before, he could reign again at any time.

Of course, there are many enemies. However, given time, it is possible to eventually devour everyone and superimpose illusions on reality. If that happens, what happened today will be nothing. The fact that the cardinal had taken the form of a devil, and the heretic interrogator had regarded him as a heretic, all disappeared. The Goddess of Illusion would always listen to my prayers, so it was more worth giving my loyalty than trivial doctrines such as order and justice.

Visiones tried to break the stopped heart by squeezing it. However, the moment I put strength into his hand, I felt an ominous feeling.

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No, it’s not like a premonition. Physically deceased corpse, with most organs and chest pierced. However, even with the power bestowed by the goddess, he was afraid to touch that heart. Why? Visiones instinctively tried to withdraw his hand from the corpse before questioning it. However.

“Cool, Luck.”

Dark red blood poured from the young man’s mouth. And immediately after being pierced through the chest, the heart started to pulsate again. How? Visiones tried to throw him straight to the floor. However, I felt something strange and looked around her. It was because there was no agitation at all from the adventurers, clergy, and priests who should be angry at the death of his comrade.

Only then did he realize the change. It wasn’t that there was no agitation, it was stopped. A knight, a priest, an adventurer, a light, a shadow. Not moving. He finds everyone but himself and the young man imprisoned in a prison called suspended time.

Time stopped? Are you saying that this young man is using magic that exists only in mythology? No, no. Visiones, who had transformed into demons, instinctively noticed. He says reality is separate. It’s not time stopping, it’s that a higher level change is taking place.

It can’t be. As far as he knew, this change was a power granted only to the gods. However, the young man who had only thought of him as dead continued pouring out blood as if mocking his common sense, and then he raised his head and looked at the Visiones with unfocused eyes.

【Ah.】

It was not a male voice. No, the lungs must have been completely torn in the first place. It is not spoken through the mouth. The heart held by the Visiones did not let go of him and was speaking directly.

【Be careful, disciple. What if I die?]

Who are you? Visiones was confused by a voice that clearly belonged to a woman. Except for the young man, he is only conscious of himself, but his body cannot lift a finger. The young man, no, ‘something’ dwelling in the young man lifted his arm and looked down at the back of his bloody hand.

【I see. Kat Lord’s ring. He died believing in True Resurrection (true resurrection). Indeed, you have obtained a useful item. But every time I open his chest like this, it’s troublesome. Because the thing in your heart is not something you can show others.】

His head felt like it would break. Visiones was overcome with a desire to immediately cancel the illusion, leave the damn heart, and run away. However, like everyone else, he is just standing still. His consciousness can’t keep up with his body and he screams.

【Whoa, this is what happened when I took my eyes off it for a moment…… As expected, you can’t do without me.]

The Visiones, no, the one who was Cardinal Baolof, felt that what was happening to him was a nightmare. Although he was reborn as a powerful demon with the power of the goddess of illusion, this situation was so unrealistic that even such a person would want to dismiss it as a dream.

I can’t tell if he’s talking to someone or if he’s just talking to himself. Only you are alienated. Endless curse. Baolof only wanted to get out of this situation somehow. Because of this, he worked hard, and continued to work hard for eons of time. Then he finally succeeded in speaking out. As soon as the voice reached him, he sighed. It was by nature.

Who are you?

She replied.

【The owner of the heart.】

She said.

The teacher of the body you killed.

The owner of the heart you hold.

The originator of the curse that entangled you.

Introduce yourself.

【Witch.】