Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Steel Tower (3)

#41

It seems gradually time to go over it.

How the destruction of Valkeros left by the player is carried out.

It differs depending on the character, but around the time about half a year has passed in game time.

Breaking news that a large-scale exhibition named “The Future of Magic Engineering” will be held in Valkeros spreads throughout the continent.

The scale is particularly large compared to exhibitions so far.

Unprecedented promotion is carried out saying a major announcement is scheduled.

Valkeros is a city at the forefront of technology.

With that expectation numerous guests come from the empire as well as throughout the continent.

The envoy of the beastman kingdom and the dwarves of the Black Mountains, even the high-powered central nobles of the capital.

The protagonist of the exhibition is the new model magic golem.

That sharp lump of metal that confirmed the invitation and said follow.

The giants of steel that achieved a leap evolution are exhibits at the same time, and take on the role of security in charge of the event’s order.

- Hehe, just looking makes me feel secure.

- Every time I come to Valkeros I am convinced. Technology will free us.

Satisfaction is very high.

Looking at the appearance of over a hundred new model golems forming teams and patrolling, one falls into the illusion that no matter what disaster comes those ones will be safe.

Without knowing the future that will occur a few hours later even in a dream.

Tens of thousands of people are gathered in the pentagonal square where the exhibition is held.

Lord Rohart ascends the podium for a congratulatory speech.

Silien the number one contributor to progress is not in place.

Because she took sick leave due to sudden condition disorder.

Rohart recites the congratulatory speech while regretting.

The moment the solemn speech ends, a celebratory cannon announcing the opening is fired over the sky of Valkeros.

Bang.

And, the arm of some new model golem falls over the head of a noble who was sitting in the VIP seat.

- Eh?

The golem slowly raises its fist.

A red stain reveals itself. A stain that was a person until just now.

The appearance of crushed bone fragments scattered in blood water has no reality as much as an attack by an ancient dragon.

Even before the first scream rings out, the golems surrounding the square all go berserk at once.

Unprecedented slaughter begins.

- M-mom! Moooom!

- R-run! The golems have gone crazy!

- Don’t push carelessly you bastards! Who I am··· guek.

Screams ring out one after another.

A merciless steel fist falls over the people piled in layers who fell.

Most of the crowd with feet tangled do not escape the square and are killed.

The goal of the berserk golems is to eliminate all organisms visible to the eye.

It does not even take ten minutes until silence arrives.

- Hee. It takes longer than I thought.

Silien appreciates that massacre with a telescope from her room.

The crazy golems spread throughout the city.

It is not people hammering iron but iron hammering people.

The overflowing blood extinguishes the fire. The industrial facilities that were no different from the empire’s organs are vainly destroyed.

The Dragon Heart Furnace broken on this day never beats again.

The golems that turned Valkeros into a wasteland eventually advance to the empire.

Of course they are stopped without even reaching the border of the capital, but the important thing is not that.

The important thing is, that they dared aim that blasphemous scrap iron at the empire.

The fact that the behind of the golem berserk incident is the Abyss is never revealed in the end.

Rohart and his family are executed for treason.

Valkeros loses autonomy and is directly ruled by the empire.

However for a city where most of the industrial base was destroyed, and artisans were massacred to revive is impossible.

The city that cooled without even embers remaining falls into a bleak ruin as is.

This is the destruction of Valkeros.

The first step the Outer God takes into this world.

Definitely it was not a story that could be told while smiling.

****

“It became like that.”

The elevator was descending toward the underground of the Steel Tower.

Bran briefly explained what happened in Silien’s study.

Kale’s eyes widened round.

“M-mental domination magic. To think even that kind of thing···!”

“That bitch, I didn’t like her from the first impression. From smiling with eyes softly like a fox it was unpleasant to see.”

Ilark growled.

Kale who grabbed Bran’s collar sobbed and asked back.

“N-now it’s okay right? You didn’t get more weird things done right?”

“Yes. Miss Freude gave a very good item.”

Especially the elixir made from half-moon flower was an item that could not be obtained in Valkeros.

Since it has the effect of overall improving resistance to magic it would be a big help in the following battle too.

“You guys also keep the things I gave well. Since the duration is not long time the timing to eat well.”

“Yes. Understood.”

Bran distributed medicines helpful to each along with equipment last night.

Since specs were still insufficient to break through hardships he had to dope without hesitation.

This side is really similar to the game.

Bran opened his mouth while facing the two.

“Good. I’ll go over only the important parts again.”

Although he talked last night there was nothing bad about reviewing the operation.

Judging from the time boarded the elevator it will arrive soon.

“The place this elevator stops is not the destination. It is simply a place that passes through. Do you guys remember what structure the research institute is?”

“Yes.”

“I also remember. You said the first two floors are fake.”

“Good. Everyone is smart.”

Bran smiled faintly.

There was reward for staying up all night and making a plan.

The magic engineering golem research institute was an extremely secretive facility.

It is composed of all five floors but what is known to exist is only two floors.

The image of the magic engineering golem research institute known to the world all comes from this camouflage floor.

‘Usually one floor is made and ends. Poisonous guys.’

The first floor is the place where photos that appear in the Valkeros promotional pamphlet are taken.

It is composed of a structure immediately associated when hearing the word “golem research institute”, and even tours are possible.

But what is done here is only the design of simple labor golems without ego.

The second floor is a floor made for conspiracy theorists who think “Hmm. There will be something more.”

A created secret. The floor shown when an audit comes from the empire.

Actually they also research and develop golems of specifications that can be used even in the army.

But even this is a deception, and a dog role buried on top of people’s corpses.

“As Ilark said the first two floors are fake. To stop Silien we have to go down to the deepest place but we cannot go there with this elevator. We have to use a hidden passage on underground 2nd floor.”

The core starts from underground 3rd floor.

Full-scale research facilities and the dirty secret of the new model golems.

And a place where the function of the Steel Tower that even Rohart does not know is hidden.

“All old model golems operate with the central control system on the 3rd floor, new model golems on underground 4th floor. Our goal is to smash all of that.”

“Th-the security will of course be strict right?”

“Obvious words. From the 3rd floor you must not even think of stopping.”

Kale’s complexion turned pale.

Below underground 3rd floor is the domain of Silien and the Abyss.

After arriving speed will become important, but until entering the 3rd floor stealth was the top priority.

Because if noticed too quickly by Silien the matter will go wrong.

It is not that the Abyss’s members are only that woman.

“Just the exhibition not opening is half success. So let’s not relax tension until the end.”

“Yes? Exhibition?”

“What originally should have opened··· mm. I’ll tell you later.”

Bran shook his head.

There was no need to complicate the head by talking about history that will not even occur.

The future was already changing from now.

To the extent that the cunning Silien greatly advanced and modified the plan.

“Ah, and I’ll modify the operation a bit. The hide-and-seek planned originally does not have to be done.”

“What? Then what are you going to do?”

“Originally it seemed it wouldn’t work but after getting caught in the mental domination magic the sense was caught. I think I can receive help from connections working on the 2nd floor.”

Bran said.

His original plan was to move to the secret passage while hiding as stealthily as possible.

While kidnapping one researcher who will play the role of a key at the end or something.

‘It was uneasy anyway so it went well.’

But that method had plenty of risk.

Kidnapping is easy but filming infiltration action with Ilark’s size was not an ordinary difficult matter.

Even just the voluptuous tail was burdensome and now one corpse with a broken neck occurred.

Ilark supported her forehead and screamed.

“Uaa, I almost broke my head from memorizing the positions of cover from morning···!”

“Th-then what are you going to do Bran?”

“There is no difficult matter so don’t worry. Come here.”

Bran pulled the two tightly.

No matter how much he thought this side was better than the existing plan.

If there was a problem it was just one.

Like Ilark or Bilmoris, the connections working on the 2nd floor still do not know about Bran.

****

“Wake up.”

A high-pressure voice rang out from the darkness.

“Don’t dawdle Linhardt. Rest time ended 2 minutes ago.”

“Ugeuk, uueuk···?”

Whether because he could not sleep for several days his head felt like it would break.

The man who was lying on the sofa removed the magazine covering his face.

A woman in armor with an impression tough like cast iron was looking down at him with arms crossed.

“I’ll count 5 seconds. 5···4···.”

“Now, I’ll get up now··· damn, I’m the one who should die···.”

The man hurriedly raised his body.

The place he rested his head was glistening with oil.

The beard that sprouted like a cactus, the skinny physique was representing his labor environment.

The man who swept back his bushy hair muttered softly.

“Please look after a little warden··· already the fourth day overnight I say···.”

His name is Linhardt.

A special researcher who works going back and forth between the 1st floor and 4th floor of the magic engineering golem research institute.

Considering that the absolute majority of researchers on the camouflage floor do not even know the existence of the 3rd floor it could be said to be an extremely rare position.

Of course Linhardt had never proudly thought of that fact.

Then.

“I told you not to use the title warden?”

Pak! The woman who approached with a stride kicked Linhardt’s shin.

“Hueeuk!”

Linhardt knelt while covering the hit part.

Eyes open wide. Because it is the place hit yesterday it hurts more.

The woman continued without caring about him who was shedding tears.

“I am your assistant. Do not distort the position designated by the general manager with that kind of word.”

“Keuu··· g-it seems a crack went···!”

“Don’t exaggerate and get up. You don’t want to be a cripple for a lifetime right?”

Saying that the woman took out one small reddish mana stone from her pocket.

The function is to resonate with specific mechanical devices around when mana is injected.

Beep! Beep!

Regular noise began to occur from Linhardt’s left ankle.

“Hiiik! Sorry! I-I’ll get up right away so just that!”

Linhardt’s face turned pale.

Exaggeration is right but I’m dirty really!

Abruptly raising his body he took a standing posture.

“Hmph. Now it became usable.”

The woman snorted and put the mana stone in.

The noise stopped.

Finally Linhardt let out a sigh of relief.

“Haaaa···.”

The magic engineering shackle from which a blade pops out from inside was one of the reasons researchers of the 3rd floor including him absolutely obey the upper part.

In his case there was a reason worse than the shackle.

“Hurry and get up. An interview is prepared.”

“Interview. Surely···?”

“Yes. It is a messenger of Lady Silien. This time two came at the same time.”

The woman smiled.

Linhardt’s face hardened stiffly.

“······Understood.”

It was an event that occasionally occurs.

Mediating a place to die for puppets whose minds were dominated.

It was an extremely hated task but there was no help.

Linhardt moved to the interview room following the woman with his head deeply lowered.

Inside the narrow room three men and women were standing.

“···Yes. Is it you guys?”

From the left.

A boy who is handsome but whose eyes are completely loose.

A blonde girl (boy?) pretty like a doll.

A large dragonblood woman one head taller than his warden.

The boy and girl nodded at the same time.

“Yes. That’s right.”

“Yes that’s right.”

No emotion was felt from the dry double window.

It is a characteristic of victims who suffered the mental domination magic Lenavir.

At the appearance that both look at most mid-teens Linhardt clenched his fist.

‘Now even these kids are used as materials?’

It was only lamentable.

The research of the Steel Tower was becoming more cruel as days passed.

Chewing his lower lip Linhardt turned to the dragonblood woman.

“You··· it doesn’t seem you came to receive work assignment.”

“Yes. I am Lady Silien’s new secretary.”

The woman said.

Judging from wearing a secretary exclusive suit it seemed fact.

···He doesn’t know why she was made to wear something that tight.

The chest revealed outside the unbuttoned shirt was not just stimulating but violent.

Linhardt cleared his throat.

“Ahem, is that so. What is that corpse?”

“I also don’t know well. She said to use as material.”

The woman shrugged.

On her shoulder one corpse stripped leaving only underwear was carried.

The face was smashed to the point the features could not be recognized.

He doesn’t know if there is value like that, but if Silien says to use it can be used.

“Good. Then I’ll assign the work right away. You guys with me···”

“Ah, a moment. I also have something to convey to that woman.”

Just as Linhardt was continuing the words.

Suddenly the dragonblood woman pointed at his warden.

She tilted her head.

“You mean me?”

“Yes. Could you stay there for a moment?”

The woman approached with a stride.

Standing with her back to the door she faced the warden.

Linhardt let out a hollow laugh as if dumbfounded.

He thought that wild boar also had a large size, but in front of a dragonblood she looks no different from a child.

By the way the axe is fierce once. Do you have to do that much to become Silien’s secretary these days?

The warden who looked up at the dragonblood narrowed her eyes.

“No, what kind of message on earth···”

“Yap.”

Just as the warden was about to ask something.

Puk. Ilark shoved her little finger into her ear.

“Eh.”

The finger completely disappeared.

The warden’s eyes flipped.

Soon when Ilark pulled out her finger her body collapsed.

“Ugeuk. Giik. Ggeugeuk.”

“Aei, dirty.”

Ilark clicked her tongue.

On the tip of the long sharp nail pinkish tissue presumed to be brain was stuck.

Clear liquid was flowing from the convulsing woman’s ear hole.

Just as a reflexive scream was about to burst from Linhardt’s mouth.

“Shhh.”

“Eup···!”

Bran who approached from behind knocked him down and covered his mouth.

And whispered in the ear of Linhardt who had almost fainted.

“I have no intention of killing. If you promise not to scream I’ll let go.”

“······!!!”

“Don’t worry. Because I’m on your side. If you help so I can go to the secret laboratory I’ll eliminate Silien and also save your younger sister.”

Linhardt’s eyes widened.

Why can a person caught in Lenavir move.

Why does this boy know about his younger sister.

He doesn’t know at all what happened how but for the current him there was no choice.

“Eup! Eup! Uueup!"

Linhardt quickly nodded.

At the intense display of affirmation the corner of Bran’s mouth rose.

“You thought well.”

As expected connections are good.