The Druid Who Swallowed Mother Nature - Chapter 64



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Episode 64. Talking a lot

The black magic gathered in front of Mezier’s fingers was transformed into magic through the process of a ritual woven with a spell.

Jiiing!

A flash of light flickered in the air like a solid line.

“The old man has a really eccentric personality.”

“As I get older, I feel regret every day and have no time to relax.”

He was a player who was just like a greeting.

And the old warlock’s greeting was threatening even to the point of being polite.

Chewy!

The wall in the path of the flash was melting as if it had come into contact with a huge heat source.

The haze that obscures the view, the stench of melted brickwork, the residual heat that burns your skin.

“The world tree’s trunk trembles!”

I could guess what the consequences would have been if I hadn’t been able to avoid it.

It’s instant death.

“I heard you use a strange ability. I think you can manipulate plants.”

Jeeeeeek! Hwaruk!

The tree trunks that had been secretly poured onto the ground soon melted under the heat rays pouring down like rain from behind Mezier.

“It’s a shame. This old man was skilled in handling fire before he learned black magic.”

Fingers weren’t the only medium.

Even in the empty air, several clusters of black magic were preparing to emit rays of heat.

“If you don’t resist, I’ll kill you nicely. It would be a shame to burn your skin.”

“It’s so easy to say that with a pierced mouth.”

Plants are sensitive to fire.

It’s a kind of compatibility relationship.

There was no way to overcome this.

Especially when dealing with a warlock.

“I guess you don’t remember me saying I could handle it alone.”

Phagec!

“… … !”

Messiaen was startled by the sudden explosion of electricity around him and dodged.

Her entire body transformed into a purple liquid, then quickly retreated a few feet away and returned to her original form.

“How can my magic… …!”

Hurrruk!

It was visible to my eyes.

As the sparks flew, black magic burned in the air like a will-o’-the-wisp.

It was a sight of the spirits tearing apart and burning the black magic as if they were their mortal enemies.

Even the black magician Mezier must have seen the black magic, the driving force of magic, being incinerated.

The old woman’s eyes were shaking at the miraculous appearance she had seen for the first time in her life.

“What a pity. It could have ended quickly.”

If you struggled to control your magic, you would have been burned by the spirit’s flames.

Perhaps because he is a black magician with a lot of experience in actual combat, he does not blindly trust his own magic and quickly demonstrates his wit.

“It’s a magical thing.”

I collected my regrets and analyzed them.

Liquefaction.

Black magic was a discipline that explored the strange and twisted rather than the truth of the world.

“Physical damage would be difficult.”

That’s what liquid was.

As the saying goes, “a knife cuts water,” the liquid was impervious to blows.

It was a method that seemed simple, but was difficult to find flaws in.

That must be the foundation that has kept the old black magician alive for so many years.

“… … Hehe. Indeed, even though I don’t know what method he’s using, his confidence is sky-high.”

Mezier quickly recovered from his embarrassment.

I also no longer have the luxury of playing with my grandchildren.

A glimmer of life flashed through the cloudy pupils where the light had disappeared.

“I will make sure to treat you properly.”

Puhwaaaaah!

The warlock’s body melted and soon covered the room.

***

Messiaen’s liquefied body split into dozens of tentacles, which poured out, aiming for Allen.

Kagagak!

Even though it was a liquid, its strength surpassed the hardness of metal.

The walls that the tentacles hit shattered and the steel columns collapsed.

The overturned and crushed floor raised a cloud of smoky dust that obscured the view.

In it, Allen jumped around like a flying squirrel.

It feels like it’s hanging in the air, touching the ceiling and zigzagging between the walls and the floor.

Although his body did not look like it was good at close combat, his movements were quick.

bang!

Although he fired his gun here and there, it was of course useless.

The liquefied body was not penetrated by bullets, but rather absorbed them.

[How long do you think you can avoid it?]

Mezier’s voice seemed to shake the space itself, replacing his melted vocal cords.

[If you’re going to run away like that, I’ll destroy this building.]

Although his gaze was briefly drawn to the child in front of him, Mezier was clearly aware of his own purpose.

Collapse of negotiations, destruction of the negotiating team.

If Allen was only interested in running away, Mezier could complete the quest without any interference.

It was at that moment that I was about to swing my tentacles together.

Kkwaduk!

[… … !]

Suddenly she felt a sharp pain and numbness in her body, as if a knife was stabbing her insides.

[Ugh!]

Mezier cut off the tentacles of his own volition, like a lizard cutting off its tail.

Splash! Splash!

The tentacles fluttering on the floor were bound and squeezed by something growing inside.

Not only was it odd that a plant had grown inside the tentacle, but it was even more bizarre that the plant was pressing down on the tentacle with such force that it could even shatter metal.

[What the heck have you done?]

Mezier stuttered as he felt the dizzying pain for the first time in a long time.

From the area that mimicked the face, liquid flowed down in a sticky manner instead of tears.

“There is a lot of talking during a fight.”

Allen answered coldly and fired his gun again.

The enlarged body was unable to dodge the attack so swiftly.

A shortcoming that is not cared about since the attack will not work anyway.

It now acts as a chain.

[Aaak!]

Vines grew from where the bullets had struck.

I couldn’t help but scream out in pain as it stabbed me here and there, as if my insides were being eaten by bugs.

[Bullet! This is a magic that makes plants grow using bullets!]

Only after cutting off a quarter of his body did Mezier realize his opponent’s trick.

I kept thinking that he was trying attacks that wouldn’t work.

He was stabbing someone with a knife under the pretense of being stupid.

“Similar.”

It’s not magic though.

Allen’s mutterings came across as teasing to Mezier.

It was a strange trick that exploited weaknesses, whether magical or not.

Considering the bizarre method of burning black magic, he was an opponent you couldn’t let your guard down against.

However, it was still a bit misleading to say that Mezier was in a desperate situation.

[Hehe.]

Before we knew it, Messias’ body, which had filled the space, had shrunk to about two meters.

A figure that resembles a human form in liquid.

Even at that point, the word defeat did not exist in Mezier’s mind.

[Amazing. You really have the skills to be called upon by the city government with less than a year of experience, young man.]

bang!

Allen didn’t respond at all to Mezier’s ramblings.

Mechanically shoots the gun and cuts off the warlock’s body.

He was a role model for cool-headed contractors who risked their lives to complete assignments without letting their guard down.

[Hehehe, but the young man’s skills are not up to the level of Draxia I had imagined.]

A war mercenary who received a decoration from the city government.

The warlocks who had lived for many years knew their monstrous abilities better than anyone else.

Even if Draxia has grown old and fallen, it is the same.

That is why the minimum standard for the success of the enterprise set by Mezier was to surpass Draxia.

The little bastard in front of me, who was only using a strange technique, was nothing more than a small pebble that would pass by.

[No matter how much the young man struggles, the uprising will succeed.]

Messiaen had no attachment to the severed body.

Because it’s just a consumable that will be reused soon anyway.

[Corrupted in the Great Plains. The test subjects I abandoned in the past will become the raw materials for my immortality.]

For a warlock, a corpse is another catalyst.

There is even a black magic sect that deals with corpses, called undead.

This was the technique he applied.

A massive magic that covers the vast plains, completed by drawing a magic circle using the corpses of the Corrupted.

Bumpy!

Mezier’s body, which had shrunk to the size of a child, began to swell.

The negative energy and morale of the dead corrupted are converted into black magic and absorbed by the black magician standing in the center of the magic circle.

[As long as the Corrupted exist on the Great Plains, their deaths will immortalize me.]

In the blink of an eye, Mezier’s body returned to its original size.

Grrrrr!

It didn’t end there.

It’s getting bigger and bigger.

The ceiling collapsed and the building shook as it was struck by a giant force.

[The Corrupted will continue to swarm, and the more I kill them, the stronger I become. It’s a path that even war mercenaries can’t find a way out of.]

That was the whole story of the great undertaking that Mezier had set up.

The Corrupted will rush to kill the Negotiators, and the Warlock will become immortal because of their deaths.

It might be possible in his prime, but a fallen war mercenary would not be able to handle it.

There was no need to even mention the child in front of me.

[… … ?]

It was then that I felt a strange sense of discomfort.

The warlock’s vision, which had been clouded by his sense of omnipotence, suddenly regained clarity.

The handsome contractor who should have been in despair was still looking at himself with transparent eyes.

“I thought you said you talk a lot.”

Allen didn’t move, as if he was overwhelmed.

Nevertheless, Mezier heeded the warning of his instincts.

[… … .]

My breathing became rapid and my whole body felt heavy.

It felt like something invisible was trying to strangle him.

As if my dark magic had been neutralized in our first clash.

It was the same ominous feeling as before.

“Isn’t it too long for a will?”

Hwaaaaah!

Only then could I witness the black magician who had reached a higher level with his endlessly replenishing magical power.

Woohoo!

A mysterious halo of light filling the sky.

Bright as fireflies, each and every one of them seemed to have life, dancing in the air like a painting, drawing irregular trajectories.

The world is full of bright light.

It was such a dreamy sight that I lost my mind without even realizing it.

Phew!

At the center of it all was Allen.

In the windless space, her hair fluttered and her clothes flapped, exposing plants growing on her arms.

The black magician who reached the higher dimensional horizon felt the divinity contained in it.

The halo of light emanating from the stem was a glimpse of it.

Just looking at it makes me feel my own impiety.

On the one hand, my heart sank as if I had encountered a natural enemy.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Messiaen felt the black magic that had been endlessly replenishing throughout his body being cut off.

No, they were all burning.

The magical structures disintegrate one by one and crumble into nothingness like a building struck by a disaster.

‘… … !’

Not even a scream came out.

A conflicting energy that burns the source of the black magician.

The warlock was reduced to ashes in the scorching heat.

***

“… … Then, with this, I will conclude a peace treaty between Galaga City and Pearlsea.”

Negotiations began in the morning, continued through lunch, and lasted until late in the evening.

The negotiation process was more tedious and messy than expected.

The city government told them to give in to Perseus’ demands as much as possible to prevent war, but the demands were so excessive that doing so would have been more humiliating than war.

It was to the point where Rep. Giselle couldn’t hold it in any longer and started yelling.

What helped at that time was Claire, who tried to completely exclude me from the negotiations.

She spoke politely during the negotiation process, and skillfully managed the atmosphere while flattering the Pearl River negotiation team without being vulgar.

It was also she who brought about an agreement on the excessive terms that the Pearl Sea negotiating team was unwilling to give in to.

… … I just reminded him that it was okay since Sylvester would be taking care of it anyway.

Although it was different from what was promised, I could say that I did my part as a member of the negotiation team.

“It was a satisfactory deal.”

Kalcorm, the head of the Pearl Sea negotiation team, smiled as he signed the agreement.

transaction.

Giselle’s eyebrows twitched.

It was a vulgar term that belittled negotiations for peace between cities.

It wasn’t even an accurate expression.

Strictly speaking, it was close to extortion.

Giselle endured the humiliation with superhuman patience.

Even though the agreement has been signed, negotiations are not over yet.

There was no need to fight over emotions for nothing.

“I hope you will keep your agreement with Pulseer.”

“Of course. We are not a bunch of thieves.”

It was an unconvincing argument.

Giselle shook hands and gritted her teeth inwardly.

“I will guide you.”

The aides, barely able to catch their breath after overcoming the tense atmosphere, opened the door that had been firmly locked.

And the sight that was revealed.

“… … .”

The smell of blood and rotting corpses permeated the air.

Under the dim, makeshift lights, the corpses of the Corrupted filled the plains.

I thought there was some problem both inside and outside, but it didn’t seem like a big deal, so I just focused on negotiations.

I never thought it would be this bad.

Claire said to the dumbfounded Giselle.

“It was good that I prepared.”

“also?”

“I told you I would increase my personal escort. I heard about it. I carefully selected them so that you can focus on negotiations.”

Was there such a meaning hidden there?

Giselle finally admitted.

“… … You’ve had a hard time.”

“you’re welcome.”

“First, I need to see off the Pearl Sea negotiation team and then hear the detailed story.”

The scale of the damage was such that it seemed as if a war had broken out.

Giselle was displeased with her enemies’ tactics of not making exceptions even on the day of the negotiations, but was also relieved that the negotiations had concluded successfully.

Even though it was a request, I felt satisfied with the mercenaries and contractors who perfectly achieved their goals.

The same was true for Claire, who raised her hand.

“… … What you said was true.”

“hmm?”

“No, I was just wondering if it would be okay if I helped you with the cleanup.”

“Please.”

It was a success.

Congresswoman Giselle’s attitude was clearly friendly, even if stiff.

Claire, who had achieved everything she set out to do, held her trembling wrist to hide her joy.

It’s exactly as the savage of Perseus said.

It was a satisfactory deal.