The Soldier Shouted Save - Chapter 13
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The soldier shouted save (13)
Where the priest is.
There’s no way I took the wrong road.
-Slightly.
A number of skeletons are pointing here.
In fact, even without the skeleton’s guidance, we know that there is a priest here.
‘Last life’, I confirmed it with my own two eyes.
Grab the handle of the heavy iron door.
It was just the act of opening the door, but my body screamed in pain.
‘Don’t joke around.’
Ignoring the pain, I pull the doorknob.
-Squeak.
The door opens.
The moonlight illuminating the street seeped through the cracks in the door, but it was still dark.
As soon as you step foot in there, the numbing scent of incense hits your nostrils.
He approaches her, covering his nose with his sleeve.
-Slightly.
As we approach the chained woman, the sound of the skeleton outside is ominous.
It seems I’m not the only one with an ‘alarm’.
The guy woke up and started taking control of the skeleton.
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
Skeletons that had been hanging around outside the building come in through the iron gate, ready to attack.
-Squeak.
As the skeleton opened the door completely, the interior was clearly visible in moonlight.
There is no time.
I have to hurry up and do my work.
“Haa… haa… .”
Sit on the floor and slide down.
He came so close that I could feel her breath right in front of my nose.
But she lowers her head without even noticing my expression.
I grabbed his chin and lifted it toward me.
Her feeble eyes are visible through the hair that covers her face.
I took out the ‘Red Potion’ from my bosom.
Then he pressed her cheek, opened her mouth, and poured the potion into her mouth.
-Gulp. Gulp.
Fortunately, he passes the potion down my throat.
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
I turn my head towards the door at the sound of skeletons approaching.
A skeleton that has stopped moving ‘by itself’ approaches aggressively.
I look at her again.
It seemed a lot more comfortable to not hear any heavy breathing.
However, it seems like it will take time for the medicinal effect to spread throughout the body.
In comparison, my body’s senses are dulled by the scent of incense.
But even with my dulled senses, the pain that felt like my legs were going to break engulfed my whole body.
-Slightly.
The time for joking is over.
You must protect her from the skeletons until the effects of the medicine take effect on her body.
But I was in no condition to fight.
In this life, the Priest’s Red Potion did not pass through my throat.
I can’t praise my body for walking all this way in pain without the potion’s effect, but asking me to fight a skeleton is asking too much of my body.
I have no choice but to drink it.
Take out ‘Another Red Potion’.
It’s not the priest’s stuff.
The only red potion she had is no more.
What I was holding in my hand was the ‘fake red potion’ that the necromancer had given me.
I don’t know what effect it had, but after drinking that potion, I died in bed.
-Gulp. Gulp.
But I drink.
I didn’t know what would happen next.
But immediate results were needed.
I needed something that would make me forget my pain right now.
‘I’m holding on for now.’
He pulled out his dagger.
Then he charged towards the group of skeletons.
-Tick tock. Tick tock.
The skeleton doesn’t back down even when it sees me rushing at it with a dagger.
‘Are you saying that daggers are not a threat?’
If you thought so, you were mistaken.
-Dalgrak.
I swing my dagger at the skeleton that is rushing towards me with its hands raised.
The guy’s skull melts and his entire skeleton body collapses.
Taking advantage of that momentum, he swings his ‘Potioned Dagger’.
You realize this while fighting the skeleton.
‘Ordinary undead’ cannot defeat a priest even if he dies and wakes up.
-Dalgrak.
I didn’t have to exert any force.
I just put ‘White Potion’ on my dagger, and their bodies melt away just by brushing against it.
A priest who can make such a potion is definitely their natural enemy.
but.
‘Ugh!’
For a moment, my legs stopped moving and my posture collapsed.
The sharp bone of the hand grazes my cheek.
Blood runs down his jawline.
Did you just get lucky that the attack didn’t pierce your skin?
no.
[Great Achievement: Incarnation of Grimgal (Fire Resistance -200%, Physical Resistance +50%)]
Another miracle left by the warrior was protecting me.
-Whoosh!
The more he is pushed back, the more he swings his dagger.
-Clang. Clang.
Skeletons continue to surge past the iron gate.
Fortunately, he’s targeting me, not the chained girl.
Is this their will to rebel against ‘control’?
Or is it the will of a necromancer who has let his guard down?
There was no need to even think about that.
All I could think about was dodging and swinging.
‘Ugh!’
But the limitations came quickly.
The skeleton’s hand bone pierces the hardened skin and enters his arm.
Fortunately, it’s my left arm.
I quickly tried to swing my right hand, which was holding the dagger. But.
‘Don’t move… … .’
The pain was forgotten with the fake red potion.
But I couldn’t tell if it was because of the medicinal effects or the incense, but I could definitely tell that my body was becoming paralyzed.
-Dalgrak.
Move your legs to avoid the skeleton lifting its hand bones.
‘Before I knew it… … .’
But the hand bone was already embedded in the leg.
The view tilts towards the floor.
The skeletons look down at me as I lie on the ground.
Face to face with a skeleton.
You can’t even call it a face.
Because all that was left of their faces was bones.
What are they thinking?
Aren’t they disappointed that I, who seemed to be the one who would save them, fell?
Or maybe they’re worried?
If you are thinking that way, if you have the space to speak up, I want to tell them this.
It’s okay.
I am not a warrior.
No matter how many white potions you have, you can’t defeat that many skeletons.
Well then, there’s only one thing I can do.
To endure.
It’s coming soon.
I’m going to wake up soon.
The skeleton’s natural enemy.
A specialist who catches the undead.
-Phew.
Small waves skimming the floor.
In that wave, the dust on the ground rises.
The interior of the building is bathed in gold.
-Saaaak.
A golden glow surrounds the skeleton.
There is no sound of bones breaking.
They disappeared like dust blowing in the wind.
I stared at the scene in amazement.
‘This is not your average priest… … .’
An incredible divine power that can instantly destroy numerous skeletons.
But the light didn’t last long.
The light fades.
The skeletons inside the building are gone, but new skeletons are coming back.
“The arm… … .”
A thin, beautiful voice is heard.
It was the sound that came out of the priest’s mouth.
-Iron hammer.
Priests have greater power when they perform the ‘prayer’ by kneeling and clasping their hands together.
But she couldn’t put her hands together because of the chains that bound her arms.
‘You’re being indifferent.’
I once asked this question to a priest I met during my time as a palace soldier.
What is the meaning of the act of holding hands in prayer?
He said this.
Prayer is the least courtesy one can show to the goddess.
‘If you have no manners, are you not going to lend me your strength?’
What if the goddess had been a little more generous? I look around with that thought in mind.
‘I guess there’s nothing I can do.’
All the skeletons inside were destroyed.
The chains that bound her had to be broken before the new skeletons could get through the iron gate.
I force myself up, placing my hands on the ground with difficulty.
But as I try to get up, someone is standing in front of me.
It’s not a white shape.
The flesh is also attached properly.
The guy was human.
“Hmm, I guess it was you. Did you notice it from the beginning?”
I bite my lip without realizing it at that voice.
“Necromancer… … .”
The guy’s body slowly changes along with my voice.
The hunched back straightens and the wrinkles on the face disappear.
“You know me? How did you find out?”
When I close my mouth without answering, the guy’s face distorts.
He kicked me in the face.
-puck.
Grit your teeth.
Kneel down on one knee, brace yourself and hold on.
“Even if you guys know my identity, nothing will change. There’s nothing a corpse, worse than a zombie, can do.”
The guy’s feet turned towards my face again, the corners of his lips going up.
I saw that and thought.
His necromancy is genius, but his fighting is novice.
Lean back just in time for the guy’s foot to touch your face.
-Phew.
The guy’s feet cut through the air.
He forcibly lifted his bleeding left hand and grabbed the guy’s leg.
And then, he stabs without mercy.
-Thump, thump, thump!
The dagger in my right hand stabs the guy’s calf, stabbing him again and again.
“Ugh, euaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!”
-Iron hammer.
The guy grabs the dagger stuck in his calf and throws it.
He steps back, holding his legs with a pained expression on his face.
“Kill this kid!!”
The skeletons that had been loitering around me gathered around me as I fell.
He aims his sharp hand bone at me.
but.
“Kill him! Kill him!!”
They didn’t move.
“Kill them! What are you just standing there for, you idiots!!”
Black waves flow from his body and engulf the skeleton.
The skeleton’s white body turns black.
-Dalgrak.
Their bodies move unnaturally.
It looks at me like a ‘normal’ skeleton, with no human-like movements.
-Whoosh!
Swings sharp knuckles.
But they stopped again like dolls before my eyes.
“How dare you talk about skeletons!!”
Black waves flow out from his body again.
But, it was helplessly swallowed by something.
A faintly golden glow.
The golden light radiating from her body, which was mingling with the moonlight and emitting a soft glow, completely engulfed the necromancer’s black waves.
“Haa. Haa… Necromancer… Give up… . You can’t… control the skeletons… any longer…”
The priest’s thin, beautiful voice is heard.
“Ha, that’s funny! We don’t need a flop like this!”
The necromancer screams and swings his right arm wildly.
-Dalgrak.
The skeleton’s body, which numbered in the dozens, completely collapsed.
“I was wrong, a skeleton with memories is a failure after all… But as an artist, I can’t only show you failures, right?”
-Clang. Clang.
Someone approaches, trampling over the remains of the collapsing skeleton.
A skeleton holding a longsword.
It was a skeleton with all kinds of magical characters carved into its joints.
“Yes, Necromancer! How dare you!!”
The priest blushes and becomes angry.
The necromancer says with a smirk.
“Why? Are you glad to see the bones of the noble warrior again?”
“……what?”
For a moment, my thoughts stopped.
‘Those are the bones of a warrior… …?’
“Amazing? You can’t help but be amazed! Do you know what all those magic letters are? Divine magic! Divine magic! These people called warriors are amazing! Even though they have divine magic carved into their undead bodies, they can still walk around like that! What do you think? They’re on a whole different level from those failures from before?”
Is this the warrior I saw during my time as a soldier?
I don’t know.
Because there were many warriors on the Gerard continent.
The warrior holding the holy sword who taught me ‘Save’ was a hero to me.
More than Lian thinking of the palace soldiers as heroes, it was my ideal that I could not even think of chasing.
But that skeleton.
“My hero… …?”
The necromancer kept smiling, as if he was satisfied with my foolish answer.
“It’s okay. You too, will become like your hero!”
-Clang. Clang.
The hero of the continent approaches at the necromancer’s words.
A hero reduced to nothing but bones.
What he held in his hand was not a holy sword, but an ordinary longsword.
“Kill him!”
-Shoot.
The longsword wielded by the hero flies towards my neck.
The head screams that it must be avoided, but the body does not move.
I close my eyes without realizing it.
But, it didn’t matter.
-Ting.
A longsword that cannot advance.
The longsword was blocked by a golden curtain that shook uneasily.
“That damn priest bitch!!”
The necromancer glared at the priest with a distorted face.
“You must not give up! If you give up… … who will save you, warrior?”
‘Save the hero? Me?’
Only then do I raise my head and look at my hero.
A person from another world.
Numerous warriors summoned to the Gerard Continent.
I heard that all of those warriors came from another world.
You left your friends, your lovers, your families, and came here for our world.
Whether intentional or involuntary, their actions deserve a bow from all who live in this world.
But, even after death, I can’t fall asleep.
With such an ugly appearance.
That won’t do.
Shouldn’t we at least send the soul back to its hometown?
That’s why I stand up.
The legs that support my body are shaking.
But it stands up.
[Your choices change someone’s fate.]
This is a fight we cannot afford to lose.