Chapter - 423 - Second Command (2).txt
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[423] Second Command (2)
"Oh, this can't be… … ."
The gatekeeper was speechless.
As far as he knew, Shirone was a Nephilim who used light magic, but it was dark magic that destroyed Oprica.
The problem is that it is broad daylight with the sun shining down.
It was impossible to use the power of darkness in a place where the spirit of light filled the world, unless one was free from the law.
"Are you going to continue?"
Flew took out the magic wand 'Phoenix' from Kubrick and swung it around.
Although he was deprived of the first attack by Shirone, if he had been a little late, the phoenix would have burst out and destroyed the prison.
The gatekeeper's face contorted in a grim manner.
"Don't talk nonsense. We are Norse. Don't be swayed by myths without substance!"
When the gatekeeper cast the sound magic ferry, an ominous sound like a crow crowing filled the sky.
Three Norsemen landed behind the gatekeeper on the wind magic aeos.
It was a Norr guard who was waiting in the vicinity.
"Hey, why are you calling us all? what?"
A bald man among the guards found Shirone and the others and frowned.
"What, those kids?"
"They're from 1st Command. That blonde hair is Shirone, the light of Area 73."
"Shirone?"
The bald head stared at Shirone.
Like the gatekeeper, his expression was crumpled in displeasure.
"Ah, that Shirone? You mean the one attached to the lesser Mecha people."
said Fleur, stepping forward.
"Do you have anyone else to call? We are also busy, so if we are going to do it, do it quickly, right?"
The gatekeeper said to the guards.
"Don't be alarmed. Their magic has a different magic system from ours."
"I know. They are far worse than us."
As Fleur snorted and pushed Phoenix forward, Shirone stepped out on her shoulder.
"I'll do it, senior."
No matter how the Norse accepts Shirone, it does not change that she is a key player in the war against Heaven.
In order to mobilize tens of thousands of Norse subordinates to the headquarters, it was necessary to show the Nephilim's ability from now on.
"good. Instead, finish quickly."
When Fleur gave up her seat, Shirone walked slowly toward the gatekeeper.
"Take us to headquarters. There is no need to continue fighting meaninglessly, right?"
"Heh, it's definitely worth the word of mouth. But you know what? That Nor's real strength starts now."
The gatekeeper opened his eyes and told his colleagues.
"Prepare Mahagard."
The bald head looked back with a puzzled expression.
"Mahagart? Do I really have to do that?"
"Did you not hear? He uses strange magic. It's best to finish it once and for all."
"Sheesh!"
Bald couldn't help but obey.
Regardless of rank, the gatekeeper's judgment was the top priority at the entrance to the headquarters.
The remaining three followed the bald man's movements.
Ancient magic is not as individualistic as modern magic, but sometimes that tendency can be an advantage.
It was that they could cast collective magic.
Sensing the heavy condensation of the atmosphere around her, Shirone compressed the photons in front of her.
Four Norse cast spells at the same time.
"Mahagart!"
A strong wind that exceeded the density of the aircraft rushed in.
It was a powerful magic that, once swept away, could not even resist and slammed into a wall, causing its limbs to burst.
Shirone gritted his teeth and fired a photon cannon.
A heavy flash of light penetrated the center of the atmosphere, causing the air to crease and ripple.
In the end, it tore Mahagarth to pieces with a ruptured eardrum.
"Aww!"
Mahagard's aftershock swept in, flapping the Norse's collar.
The sound waves alone were enough to blow my mind.
"M-Mahagart… … ."
The collective magic of the Norse tribe was as elaborate and powerful as the three-stage combat system of the Mecha tribe.
Magic that can be attempted only when teamwork is perfect.
For such magic to be destroyed by one man's hand, it was a crushing blow to the pride of Norse fighters.
Flew had already anticipated the outcome.
'That's stupid. I should have considered the difference in density.'
No matter how strong the wind is, it cannot displace the photon cannon, which is compressed to a single point.
Therefore, in modern magic, air magic is divided into press type and blow type so that it can be applied to numerous situations.
'Anyway, I trained quite a bit in a short time.'
The power of the Photon Cannon was much stronger than when he was in the Magic Association. Maybe senior year life helped.
As he trained in shotgun movement and laser judo together, Fleur was happy with Shirone's growth as if it were his own.
* * *
Shirone and the others followed the gatekeeper into the depths of the forest.
Shirone's inaction was shocking, but it did not break the heart of the Norse fighters.
The only one they obeyed wholeheartedly was the commander, and they had no doubt that she would lead the Norns to victory.
Even so, the reason why they changed their thoughts was that they were no longer within the scope of their judgment.
There was no way to know how it was activated, but Shirone's ability to destroy 4 people in one blow was worth reconsidering.
"We will guide you, but don't expect us to accept you. Because the commander will never allow an alliance with the Meccans."
Fleur asked.
"What the hell did you split up for? Wasn't there something that triggered it?"
It is not strange that Mecca and Norr have different ways of thinking, so it is not strange that conflicts arise, but in wartime when there is a common enemy called heaven, it is a universal trend to join forces somehow.
It was her idea that they wouldn't have split up simply because they were different.
"The Meccans are arrogant. Because they know what the greatest thing is. Nor has a Norman way. But they wouldn't admit it. War is thinking about winning. I don't want to work with weaklings again."
The gatekeeper stopped and set aside the leaves of the shrubbery.
"Everything has come. This is our headquarters."
Shirone tilted her head. All he could see was a sheer cliff.
"Is this the headquarters?"
When the gatekeeper cast the ferry magic, the unique sound of birds pierced the sky.
After a while, holes were opened in dozens of places in the cliffs, and Norse guards revealed their faces.
As the ground trembled, the cliff began to transform into a fortress.
A door opened on the ground, and a stone staircase descended from a high place.
'It's ancient magic.'
It seemed that the Norse, who used the affinity of the natural world, had built a natural fortress by magically shaping the entire mountain.
Upon arriving at the headquarters, Shirone and the others were surrounded by talented people who seemed to be outstanding.
A tall, painted blonde woman approached from the front door with haughty steps.
It was the Norse archmage and the second commander of the rebels, Reisis.
"What's going on? Purin's birdsong."
The gatekeeper stopped Shirone and the others and approached Leisis and whispered something softly.
Flew turned all of the drone's interpretation into an internal channel and amplified the sound.
A warning window popped up saying that the retinal vision could not collect sound. It seemed to be using magic to block the spread of sound on its own.
"Hmm, got it."
Reisis, who heard the report, nodded and walked towards Shirone.
A powerful ancient magic with 32% Spirit Force.
Flew kept his vigilance ready to take action.
However, Reisis' face, which had been expressionless until then, suddenly brightened in front of Shirone.
"Round, Light of Area 73."
While bewildered by the unexpected hospitality, Reisis opened her arms and hugged Shirone tightly.
She smelled of strong perfume.
The smell of perfume thick like blood.
Resis led Shirone and the others to the stronghold inside the cliff.
At that point, Clove and Gardlock left, and the remaining two were escorted to the commander's office.
There was a carpet on the floor, and three-person sofas were placed facing each other.
It was certainly a landscape more familiar to Shirone than to the Meccans.
When Laceys, who sat in the seat of honor between the sofas, offered a seat, Shirone and Fleur sat on separate sofas as if they had made an appointment.
A position in which a pincer attack is easy in the event of an emergency.
Reisis looked at their unusual seating arrangement and gave a puzzled smile.
"So, why are you here?"
Shirone said.
"You must be guessing. The 1st Command made an alliance proposal."
Reisis rested her chin and crossed her legs.
"Allies. Come on now what's the point? Combined, what do you do?"
Shirone conveyed Sain's words that persuaded Crud.
Reisis, who heard the story, was also thoughtful with a cautious expression this time.
"Hmm, paralyze the Aegis system. If that happens, it will be good for us too."
"Once you enter heaven, you can create variables. So why don't we join hands with First Command and move together?"
"But before that, I want to ask you something."
Reisis said with a wink in one eye.
"If that's how you conquer heaven, who will be the king?"
"yes? King?"
"I mean, who is this alliance for? We got along well when we first rebelled. But aren't you all between the Mecca and the ball now? Do you think the members will obey me even if I order an alliance? already broke up once You reached out your hand first, but there's no guarantee that you won't hit the back of the head the second time, right?"
From the standpoint of the Norse, it was obvious that such a thought could not help but be felt.
When Shirone was unable to answer the unexpected difficulty, Reisis continued.
"So I have something I would like to suggest."
"Any suggestions?"
Reisis' index finger pointed at Shirone as if stabbing.
"The light of Area 73. If you, the symbol of the rebel war, are transferred to the 2nd Command, I am willing to actively persuade the members."
Fleur asked.
"It's not a bad suggestion, but it doesn't matter, does it? After all, if you form an alliance, you will be united again."
"Right, it doesn't matter. That's why I propose. A Norse isn't stupid enough to make an offer your opponent will refuse. But shouldn't we also have insurance when we win the war? The Norse have the symbol of freedom, that's enough to convince the crew."
Seeing Fleur nod, Shirone obediently agreed.
Just as Mecha and Nord had their own circumstances, the Shirone team had to move the rebels somehow.
"great. It is the Norse who will be able to use my name when the war is over."
Reisis crossed her palms with a bright smile.
"Good! Good idea. Shall we go register now?"
"yes? Registration?"
"Now that you've entered 2nd Command, of course you have to measure, your Spirit Force."
* * *
Shirone and Fleur stood in front of two changing rooms that were placed side by side.
In order to measure Spirit Force, several tests were required, one of which was a physical examination.
Fleur said before entering the locker room.
"If something happens, focus on returning here rather than fighting. The most important thing is joining."
"yes. Seniors, be careful too."
As the two entered their respective dressing rooms, the two drones followed the owner as if they had separated from each other.
Hearing the door close outside, Flew looked around.
It was a hollow with nothing, and there was only another door installed to enter the interior.
A Norse woman who was waiting approached.
"Take off your clothes and give them to me. I'll return it to you once the inspection is over."
"How far should I take it off?"
"Everything. I have to sterilize it in a disinfection room and collect blood and body hair."
Fleur undid one button on her blouse.
Even after joining 2nd Command, Reisis was still an unreliable woman.
In the worst case scenario, she may be ambushed, but being naked does not diminish her fighting power.
'Well, clothes don't have any defense.'
What was more curious was the Norse swordsman.
'Are you taking blood? What are you going to do with it?'
With that thought in mind, I took off the last remaining underwear and handed it to her, and the woman put it in a basket and said.
"Hey, you have to take that ring off too… … Suck!"
Flew's eyes, which had been calm even after being naked, suddenly turned cold.
She glared at the woman, then raised her ring finger and pointed at the ring.
"This doesn't work. If sterilization is the purpose anyway, isn't a ring irrelevant?"
Kubrick has a phoenix stored in it.
As it was a tool that amplified mana, the ring could not be removed even if the underwear was removed.
"Ah yes. It doesn't matter. Then this way."
When the pale woman ran out the door as if to run away, Fleur finally relaxed her expression.
The reason why he deliberately revealed his intention to live was to test the woman's reaction.
If you tried to get the ring out in any way, it's because this inspection is also likely to be a trap.
But contrary to my expectations, I couldn't feel any particular intention from the woman.
'Did I think too deeply?'
Fleur followed the woman into the next room.
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Chapter - 424 - Second Command (3) 3.txt
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[424] Second Command (3)
After undressing, Shirone walked through a long tunnel. Gas billowed out from a crack in the wall, sterilizing her body.
There might be some suspicious intentions hidden, so Shirone held her breath and completed the tunnel that wasn't too long.
Upon entering the next gateway, a large cave appeared.
The sunlight shone through the numerous holes in the ceiling, reminiscent of stars in the night sky.
After staring at the ceiling for a moment, Shirone lowered her head and focused on the strange thing in front of her.
"What is this?"
A huge gel-type liquid lay in a lump like pudding.
As Shirone hesitated, not knowing how to use it, an old man's voice was heard from the ceiling.
"It is a process of coating the sterilized body. Break right through."
"Hmm."
Shirone sent the drone flying toward the entrance first, then took a deep breath and dug into the inside of the gel.
It was slippery like real pudding, so there was no difficulty walking.
However, the feeling became very strange. A slight blush appeared on her face as her sensitive area was stimulated.
When I entered the next room, a warm space with red light came out.
The gel on her body dried in an instant and completely coated Shirone's body.
"Aha, that's it."
Sterilization of 99.99% was completed.
* * *
Arriving at the last room, Shirone was surprised to see so many people wandering around.
Liquids of various colors bubbled in more than 10 glass tubes and flowed in all directions through hoses.
On the table, glass utensils needed for experiments and some parts of creatures of unknown origin were displayed with less blood.
People in white coats were moving busily, and the bald man I met at the entrance was waiting with a snarling expression holding Shirone and Fleur's clothes.
Commander Reisis approached with a bewitching smile, wearing a red cloak that matched her mood.
Everyone except herself was wearing clothes, so Shirone was a bit shy, but she didn't have enough experience in combat to show weakness during the mission.
"Where is this?"
When I asked, pretending to be calm, she changed the topic with a smile as if she knew how she felt.
"How about the Norse sterilization system? Isn't it perfect?"
It was actually like that, so Shirone readily admitted it.
"yes. It was quite systematic."
Just then, the door on the other side opened and Floo came in.
"Ugh."
I could barely keep the sound that was about to come out of my mouth.
Flew, on the other hand, looked at the surrounding scenery first, as if he had nothing to shy away from, even in a place where many people were roaming around.
Then, he found Shirone and approached him with great strides.
"Did you come soon? Did everything go well?"
"Ah yes."
Fleur looked down at Shirone.
Still, as a wizard, Kubrick was sticking with him to the end.
'Well, if you can't do this much, you're just a kid.'
In fact, Shirone also flatly refused the request to remove the ring.
However, he did not check Flew's hand.
Of course, it doesn't matter if you do it, but… … She wanted to believe in her.
After confirming that Shirone was safe, Flew carefully inspected the surrounding objects.
'Biology lab. What the hell are you researching here?'
The scene of the laboratory in the basement of the Magic Association overlapped with the sight of scholars rushing to dissect the organs of unknown creatures on the table.
If the source of the smell of blood in Lacey's perfume is probably here, then she also resides there.
If it was simply to measure the Spirit Force, there was no reason to wait until the blood smelled.
'Hmm, it's definitely suspicious, right?'
Reisis approached Fleur.
"Sorry. Were you surprised? I should have paid more attention to women. However, it is the only laboratory connected to the disinfection room. I need uncontaminated hair and blood."
Flew confidently stretched one leg out to the side and placed his right hand on his hip.
There was no way he didn't know that he did it on purpose.
"There's nothing I can do about a physical examination. But aren't you wrapping yourself up too tight for someone who says that?"
Lacey laughed cheerfully.
"Ho-ho-ho! Because I am a commander in my own way. Hang in there. I'll finish it soon and give you clothes."
A woman with a syringe came over and drew blood from Shirone and Fleur. At the side, two people clung to each other and collected their hair.
Reisis was satisfied with their unconcerned appearance.
"I have studied your magic. A system that mixes the spirit of the Norse with the knowledge of the Meccans. But I think, after all, you guys are closer to Nord."
Flew, who had been watching the dissection of a huge chunk of meat, turned to Leisis.
"On what basis do you say that?"
"Because I understand the meaninglessness of the body. The Norse are a race preoccupied with the spiritual world. There are many naked and mutilated bodies here. In fact, the human body is nothing more than a set of functions when disassembled. What really matters is contained in it."
Resis patted her head.
"But the Meccans didn't understand that. They had fun melting iron, pounding it, and making strange things. In fact, it's the same with biology experiments. But they hated it and rejected the Norse as uncivilized."
Shirone could guess where the feud between Mecca and Nor started.
"Sampling is over."
When the procedure was complete, the bald head brought me the clothes. His expression was not good, perhaps because he was nostalgic for serving as a servant.
Shirone asked.
"When do you measure the Spirit Force?"
"I will start now. Now, look at this."
Norse scholars dipped blood and parts of their hairs from the two men into a blue liquid.
As the bubbles bubbled up and turned into pale green, thick water, Leices pointed to the elixir separator.
"It's a drug that comes down to the Norse vision. When green, yellow, and white elixirs are mixed in specific proportions and then fused with the cell body of an organism, a substance that reveals the biological substrate is created. If you neutralize this with distilled water and cast a spell, you can see their affinity."
"Oh, that's right."
Flew came closer, resting his chin on his chin and watching.
It was her first time experimenting with biology using an elixir.
"There is no need to feel pressured. Even if your affinity is low, it doesn't mean that your skills are low. In a word, it can be seen as an evaluation of your magical potential."
potential power.
For Shirone and Flew, who were still new to the wizarding society, it was a topic that never left their heads.
Also, since it was an impossible measurement method in the real world, I couldn't hide my desire to know beyond the mission.
"Can I do it now?"
"no. Tradition dictates that new recruits be tested for affinity in front of the Norse. If you measure privately, words may come out later. Ranks are determined by percentage, and if you train hard, you can get promoted."
Shirone and Fleur went outside.
Most, if not all, of the headquarters staff were huddled in the clearing.
In the center of the clearing, two drums containing liquid were installed, and a glass tube connected to the floor was bent through the ground and rose to a height of 10 meters.
While inspecting the device, the bald man whimpered and brought in two 20-litre water bottles.
It was a liquid containing Syrone and Flu's biological substrate.
When it was poured into the drum, the silver liquid submerged in the underground glass tube raised the water level and set it to exactly zero.
Reisis shouted from the podium.
"From now on, the tradition of welcoming new members begins!"
All the Norse turned to her.
"I guarantee there is no trick in measuring the Spirit Force. Also, their positions will be determined according to the results that came out today. Then, we start measuring affinity."
"I will do it first."
As Flew rolled up his arms and walked to the device, a bald man in waiting explained the measurement.
"Put your hands in the barrel and get in the mental state to cast the spell. Then, as the pressure of the liquid changes, the water level in the glass tube will rise."
"Hmm, then should I enter the Spirit Zone?"
The bald head stared at Flu as he dipped his hands in the liquid and pursed his lips as if he remembered all the hardships he had endured.
"For reference, my affinity is 16%."
"so?"
"It's a figure that ranks in the top 20 percent of the Norse. I mean, no matter how trivial your magic is, it's your potential that determines your position. So it's best to do your best. If you come in as my subordinate, you will be in trouble."
The bald head pressed his face and whispered.
"Hehe, I saw you earlier. Did you really kill me?"
Flew's eyes widened.
'He likes the meaninglessness of the body.'
I didn't believe it from the beginning, but there was always a sense of trying to cover up or hide something in Reisis' speech.
Since it is a biological experiment, how is the human body?
'There's definitely something.'
Flew stopped thinking and focused on measuring.
If your potential is lower than that of the bald man with his nostrils wide open as if he had treasure-like memories, he would really want to die.
"It begins."
As Flew went into the Spirit Zone with her eyes wide open, the liquid bubbled and the water level in the glass tube rose steadily.
"Whoaaaa!"
An exclamation erupted from the people.
Their gaze stopped at a point more than 2 meters away.
"Two, twenty… … ."
Affinity 28%.
A murmur was heard from all directions.
If it was 28%, it was an affinity belonging to the highest executive level even in Nord Command.
Even if he learned ancient magic from now on, it was a talent that would make him strong enough in a few years.
The bald man, who had been looking up at the glass tube with his mouth wide open, slowly turned his head to Flew.
Flu, who had been waiting with a bashful smile, patted his bald head and said.
"Then take good care of me from now on, my subordinate."
"Oh, no, this is it… … ."
"don't worry. I'm not even curious about the bald man's body. Of course there's nothing to see, but ho ho!"
Leaving behind his red bald head, Flew returned to his seat.
Shirone greeted him with a high five.
'As expected, it's senior Fleur.'
A senior graduate of the Royal Magic School.
He was a future archmage who reached the official 8th grade at the age of only 22, so in terms of talent alone, he would be one of the best in the kingdom.
"Do well and come. Make sure to show your skills."
As Shirone walked over to the measuring device, the murmur of the flue died in an instant.
The light of District 73, a symbol of the rebels.
It was the moment when his true face was revealed.
"Whoa."
Shirone caught her breath and put her hands in the liquid.
As the tense atmosphere weighed on his heart, he strained his eyes and entered the Spirit Zone.
Phew!
The liquid in the barrel couldn't boil and gushed out like a fountain, splashing water in all directions.
"uh? uh uh uh?"
The Norse raised their heads while making strange noises.
It was over 4 meters tall.
"Nonsense… … ."
Affinity 42%.
I had never seen or heard of such a high level in Norse history.
"What, what? Isn't it broken?"
Every Norse knows that such a thing is not going to happen.
This is because, unlike the Mecha tribe's technology that malfunctions, the reaction of matter does not lie.
Even so, the reason I wanted to turn a blind eye to the results was because Shirone's numbers far exceeded those of the current commander, Resis.
Reisis was silent, slightly furrowing her brow.
'42 percent? Is this a reasonable number?'
Unless you're learning ancient magic, 42 percent might be just a number.
However, in terms of affinity for magic, that is, talent, it was an unrivaled lumber.
cried the bald head.
"There's something wrong with this! How can 42 percent come out? It's not realistically possible!"
Some Norse sympathized with him.
As Resis' aides, they were at a disadvantage when her power was weakened.
"that's right! No, even if 42% is true, it's just potential for Shirone who doesn't know ancient magic! I can't admit it!"
"Our commander is Raysis!"
Shirone licked his lips while dipping his hand into the liquid.
To be honest, I didn't expect the numbers to be this high.
However, he was not foolish enough to give up the opportunity that suddenly came to him to help Resis face up.
When I looked back to agree, Flew raised the corners of her mouth and gave a thumbs up.
"Crush it."
Turning her head again, Shirone opened the immortal function with all her might.
The water level in the glass tube began to rise rapidly.
70 percent. 80 percent. 90 percent.
"Huh? uh uh uh?"
The heads of the Norse were completely vertical.
finally puong! The glass tube ruptured, and the silver liquid splashed brilliantly.
It was as Shirone expected.
The immortal function, in which the spirit spreads to the whole world, was not something that could be measured with a mere standard of affinity.
"Whoa, are you done now?"
nobody spoke up
There was only one thought running through the heads of everyone watching him.
Nephilim.
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[425] Definition of creature (1)
Returning to the Commander's Office, Reisis put on her red cloak and was lost in thought.
The aide who entered after her noticed and asked cautiously.
"Commander, how is Shirone treated… … ?"
It wouldn't have mattered if they showed the Nephilim's ability from the beginning.
Because the Nephilim are such beings.
However, Syrone itself has already exceeded the potential of Reisis.
This will affect the Norse rebels who believe in the Spirit Force in one way or another.
It was a tricky problem for Raysys to deal with.
'I knew you didn't trust me, but I never thought they'd stab me in the back like this.'
"Here, Commander. instructions… … ."
The aide spoke again impatiently.
Currently, the outside is full of emotions wondering about Shirone's position.
As time passed, the thoughts of doubting the absolute status of Reysis inevitably increased.
"Knock-knock-knock!"
Reisis raised her head and smiled, and the aide made a puzzled expression.
She stopped laughing and turned to the aide.
"I finally found the perfect factor to compensate for my flaws."
"Then Shirone… … ."
"Yes, it absorbs. Shirone's mighty Spirit Force will become a vessel that can accept the characteristics of any creature. I can't miss this opportunity."
The aide rolled his eyeballs here and there.
He saw Shirone's Spirit Force with his own eyes, so there was no room for disagreement.
But Shirone is a symbol of the rebels.
If public opinion were to go bad, there was room for the cause that had been built so far to collapse in an instant.
Reisis raised an eyebrow and said.
"I know what you are thinking."
"sorry. However, it is also dangerous for the commander."
Reisis fluttered her cloak and turned around.
"We create clones by culturing a genetic sample of Shirone. I'll do a clinical test on Shirone's clone, and when I'm certain, I'll absorb it."
"Is it possible? Shirone is not a subject. Human cloning is a very sensitive field, and even the slightest difference in genetic sequence is likely to fail."
Although subjects and imitations are the same human beings, they have been passed down through independent generations, with exchanges cut off for a long time.
Even if the number of chromosomes is the same, if the arrangement has changed during evolution, the probability of implantation normally in the incubator for cloning is low.
"Even if it were possible, it might just waste the black elixir."
"Whoops, no need to worry. Humans are also machines. There are many ways depending on how you design it. I'm already looking forward to it. What abilities can I equip Shirone with?"
Resis made an ecstatic expression and let her imagination run wild, then returned with a fierce look.
"We deal with the military community. I need the genes of many monsters to combine with Shirone's clone. However, this time only with the powerful ones. Whatever the trait, only the strongest traits are selected and combined."
"All right."
When the aide lowered her head and left, Reisis sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and flicked her red tongue.
Experimenting on the human body of a Nephilim is unprecedented, but if successful, the gains are limitless.
"Whoa, whoa, that sounds like a lot of fun."
It was a gamble of a lifetime.
* * *
Shirone has been promoted to leader of the riot police, a special unit under the 2nd Command.
Unlike the 1st and 2nd, the 3rd Mobile Squadron to which he belonged was a group that carried out the commander's direct orders, and the members were also the most elite with over 20% of the Spirit Force.
Fleur, who assisted Shirone and became the vice-captain of the 3rd Mobility Corps, glanced at the three members.
Being the commander of the riot squad was a vertical rise in status, but I couldn't erase the feeling of being watched.
"It's kind of annoying. I mean those things."
"It was to be expected. Ever since I opened Immortal Function."
Raysis promised to form an alliance with the First Command on the condition that Shirone be incorporated into the Second Command, but the uncomfortable part remained.
Rather than fully trusting her, he decided that it would be better to lay a foundation to shake the power in case of an emergency.
"It is, but… … ."
When Fleur turned her head, the three members of the crew who were watching Shirone hurriedly looked away.
With that alone, he seemed to know roughly what kind of orders he had received from Reis.
'It must be difficult to shake off during the mission. If there is a chance, is it night?'
While Flew was lost in thought, Jo Won approached.
He was a tall man with a long philtrum, and although he was a subordinate in terms of position, his gaze was extremely overbearing.
"Commander, the first mission has been handed down from the upper level. On the Highlands of Corruption… … ."
"for a moment. Why are you on assignment?"
Flew stopped talking.
"Haven't we heard? The reporting system is messed up. The leader is definitely Shirone."
The man kept his mouth shut without a change in his expression, but as the silence grew longer, he lowered his head as if he couldn't do anything about it.
"sorry. It seems that a misunderstanding has occurred. Because I was the leader before. We will report it to the higher up and correct it so that this does not happen in the future."
When he bowed down and entered, Flu could no longer be aggressive.
In any case, since we have to move together for the time being, it would be best not to make things that tickle the back of our heads.
"okay. keep talking On the Highlands of Corruption?"
A drone translated Flew's words.
There was no problem with casual conversation, but he wasn't quick enough to give instructions in an urgent war.
"There are ancient ruins in the Highlands of Corruption. The rebels call it the 'Tomb of the Angel'. It may have once been a place where angels came in and out, but now it is simply neglected."
The history of heaven is a story of a very distant past to the extent that it belongs to a myth to mankind.
But even in such a paradise, ancient times existed, and Shirone and Fleur were intrigued.
"Hmm, what should I do when I go there?"
"Since the ancient ruins are sealed by angels, only angels and Nephilim are allowed to enter. And among the rebels, the only Nephilim still alive is Chief Shirone."
"Aha, that's right."
I could feel Raysis' will to thoroughly use what was to be used while keeping watch as it was.
I don't know the relationship between the Norse and wizards, but according to her words, it was definitely a wizard-like mindset.
"good. Then let's go."
The ancient ruins of Heaven must have information that would be useful for this project, regardless of personal interest.
'You have to do this much. Because the seniors are on a more dangerous mission.'
As the spirit of light, Ellizer, was activated, the 3rd Task Force was sent to the plateau of corruption.
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Armin, Siena, Ethella, Kuan.
Moving as a team of four, they camped out in the forest and returned to the mainland early in the morning.
The first impression of the mainland was reminiscent of the World's Fair where they were.
There was no unified standard, and bizarre creatures were roaming the streets.
The styles of the buildings arranged in a row along the street vary greatly. As if to represent the flow of the times, there was a row of huts, timber houses, brick houses, and mechanical buildings.
"Wow, that's really cool. You won't see anything like this anywhere."
Ethella spoke with an innocent smile, but there was no reply.
It wasn't revealed when the 10 members of the team gathered together, but when there were only four people left, the distance between Siena and Armin was felt more clearly.
The one who was disturbed was Siena.
I thought Armin would tell me first. He was at least able to explain why he was able to follow him to heaven.
'You said you left the ivory tower?'
If it was that easy, why didn't I tell you beforehand?
Even before the question was over, Siena could not stand the tantrum and opened her mouth.
"are you okay?"
Ethella, who was struggling to liven up the atmosphere, suddenly shut her mouth, and after a while, Armin answered.
"what do you mean?"
"I mean Keira. What happened?"
"… … ."
It was a story that could never be told to Siena.
But even aside from that, keeping your mouth shut this time was a courtesy to Keira.
"Are you going to leave the ivory tower?"
Keira glared at Armin with fearful eyes.
I wasn't shocked because I had already expected it. The problem is, Armin is bound by the ivory tower and the oath of pact.
The condition of the agreement oath, which is the ability of the regular eater, is triggered when the oath is torn, and magic cannot be cast forever.
So Keira took out the oath of the agreement.
At the end of the document, Armin's signature was clearly engraved.
Since it was the signature he had taken Siena as a hostage from the beginning, he hoped not to tear it as much as possible, but if he wanted to go to death, this was also one way.
"If you go, your relationship with us will end there. If that's okay with you, get out of this room."
Armin smiled softly.
He had never shown a smile, so Keira realized it was a goodbye.
"Thank you for that time."
Although he didn't show it, Armin knew that Keira had done a lot for him.
"joy! Don't try to convince me. Don't act like you're the only one suffering! Or what? Are you going to stop time again and run away?"
Armin shook his head.
"You can't use stop magic like that. Because I, who consumed the timeline, am just a burden."
"What does it matter? Anyway, if I tear up the oath, you're nothing. I'm just a blind man who can't even go to the bathroom by himself!"
"Then it is unavoidable. You've only been causing trouble so far, so you can do as you please in the end."
Armin walked towards the door.
Take a picture when you grab the doorknob and turn it! snap! I heard the sound of paper tearing.
Armin looked back in surprise.
The conditions of the oath were fulfilled, but the target was not himself.
"Keira… … ."
Her signature was engraved on one of the oaths that fell to the floor like petals.
Another agreement oath.
Her oath of pact, which she had to take from the Ivory Tower to keep tabs on Armin, is now destroyed.
"go. Because with this, the situation has been established. If you like her that much, go!"
"Keira, I… … ."
"Don't come any closer!"
Keira shouted.
I didn't want to remain a miserable figure who received sympathy until the end.
"Go to heaven and protect her. but… … ."
Keira raised her tear-stained face.
"Come back alive. Protect her, and come back alive. You bastard son of the world!"
Armin turned around without a word.
Keira is also an ivory tower wizard recognized by the world.
She never thought that what she had achieved was less than her own.
"I will definitely pay you back."
Armin, who cast the flicker magic, disappeared in an instant.
Armin's party arrived at the front gate of the military community on the outskirts of the mainland, aka 'Night Mang'.
The term military complex boasted an enormous scale, and smoke was rising from all the chimneys towering over the walls.
"I don't think you need to ask any more."
Armin walked to the front door.
He brought a drone in case of emergency, but Armin had nothing to use because he was learning the language of Heaven.
"excuse me. this is… … ."
The bodyguards guarding both sides of the main gate closed the gap and blocked the way.
He was wearing a tight suit that was not seen in the original world and wearing glasses studded with black eggs.
"Stop. Who are you?"
"I am here with a request. Can I meet the person in charge?"
As the front door opened, about 10 bodyguards dressed in the same suit blocked Armin's way with expressionless faces.
"Go back. My brother is in a bad mood today."
"I'm sorry about that. But we don't have a lot of time either. Please tell me at least for now."
A bodyguard with a strong build approached, stroking his fist.
"I don't mind. Guys, do you know where this is?"
As more than 10 bodyguards spewed out their lives all at once, the energy of a bad temper attacked Armin and his party.
'This… … .'
All four realized at the same time.
A temperament that could never be felt in the original world.
"Be careful."
Kuan said as he drew his sword.
"These are not humans."
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