Chapter 140

Chapter 140

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‘What—.’

Carrot’s eyes became large as if tearing.

Everyone’s gaze was stuck on one place.

There—.

“Hmm, this degree?”

Galahad was leisurely tapping the cigarette.

In front of that there was one demon race whose eyes flipped. Foam rose from the demon race’s mouth. The demon race terribly twisted.

Just Galahad’s hand touched, yet the demon race became that appearance.

Carrot slightly turned the gaze. Around there were demon race corpses lined up.

It was Galahad’s act.

‘The demon race could not even resist.’

This place was Magic Realm the demon race’s main camp. A place where a demon race becomes several times stronger, and a human even breathing becomes painful.

In such Magic Realm Galahad—.

‘Hunted a demon race.’

Daring hunting a demon race in Magic Realm—. Carrot muttered that bizarre sentence.

Although unbelievable, because a fact directly seen could not deny either.

Then, someone stood in front of Carrot. It was Gilbert whose appearance became a mess.

Gilbert—.

“This is the Special Mission Unit.”

Chattered while raising the corners of his mouth.

‘What are you.’

Carrot was disgusted.

*

“Amazing.”

Gilbert said with a somehow sealreuk face.

The knights of the direct unit who were sticking out continuously were looking at Galahad with a subtle expression.

Yet Galahad was not satisfied. Actually just caught low-rank and mid-rank. No matter how cutting the density could not catch high-rank.

It was an unsatisfactory result.

“This time not that amazing.”

Gilbert’s face became even more sealreuk. The already ugly face became twice uglier.

“······Yes? Hurt somewhere?”

“What sound is that.”

“No way the captain is humble.”

At Gilbert’s serious question Galahad furrowed his eyes.

“I am not arrogant. Just saying accurate facts.”

“Don’t always say amazing.”

“That because always amazing.”

Gilbert’s face became a little uglier. Galahad laughed with a kki kki.

“Soften the face. Doesn’t the ugly face become uglier.”

“Keum, how did?”

Gilbert asked while pointing at the demon race lying beside. There was a large mark on the demon race’s neck. It was an ice awl mark.

“A demon race is very sensitive to mana. If the density is high avoids, if low cannot give damage.”

“······Do in empire language.”

Galahad continued the explanation without caring.

“Confirm the demon race’s position and density with mana detection, and spray magic matched to that density. Hmm, Sir Gilbert, your words are correct.”

“Yes? What.”

“That I am amazing. Yes, I am amazing.”

“Damn, it is the captain.”

At Gilbert’s rough reaction Galahad laughed with a keul keul and shook his hand.

Although operated mana excessively, the state of the mana circuit was fine.

‘Because Magic Realm.’

Because Magic Realm the mana density was excessively high, hard to use magic. Not for nothing struggled when Galahad first entered Magic Realm.

Clear most mages would not even be able to use magic in Magic Realm.

Instead, if can use magic Magic Realm was rather an advantage.

Because there is full of thick density mana.

Along with—.

‘Gwen’s recovery also became better.’

Galahad slightly turned his head. Gwen was being silly.

Gwen’s recovery exerted a more excellent effect. Not simply mana filling. A feeling of even washing the load of the mana circuit that occurs while operating mana.

‘Because authority.’

Galahad looked down at Gwen. Gwen blinked her eyes and looked up. As gazes met, Gwen shrank.

“Did well, Gwen. Was the best.”

“······Really?!”

Gwen who received praise blinked large eyes. Galahad sincerely nodded.

“Yes, was a big help.”

“Waa—! Say again!”

Gwen jumped with a peoljjeok. It seemed praise is quite good.

Galahad pondered whether Gwen’s habit would not become bad and nodded.

“Gwen, you are the best.”

Gwen raised her chin. That body stirred. It seemed hungry for praise.

Indeed it was Gwen the worst in cleaning and cooking. Where would have heard praise.

Since it became so, Galahad patted Gwen’s head.

“Gwen, you are the best. The most capable maid of the Special Mission Unit.”

“Really! Waa! Heard?!”

Gwen sparkled her eyes and raised her chin to Gilbert. As Gilbert furrowed his eyes ran away.

“I caught six.”

This time Damien stuck his head in. At that Galahad patted Damien’s head too.

“You are the best Damien in the Special Mission Unit.”

“Heard?”

Damien asked while looking at Gilbert.

“What saying this kid.”

“Heuheu—.”

Damien who lowly laughed withdrew back.

Then, eyes met with Gilbert. Gilbert’s eyes became sealreuk.

“Sorry but, no thought of stroking a man.”

“What······. I also dislike.”

“Fortunate. Thought you also want to receive praise.”

“Enough. I am a knight.”

“Yes, Sir Gilbert, you are an excellent knight.”

“Keum.”

Gilbert became a face like an ugly desert fox.

“Fine?”

Adrianne calmly asked. Adrianne’s sword was full of dust. To the extent curious how many demon races caught.

“What were you doing?”

“Was praising. Isn’t praise important in boosting morale.”

“Ah, correct. Appropriate praise is effective in boosting morale.”

Adrianne nodded. Then suddenly—.

“The number of demon races I cut is total twenty-five.”

Adrianne raised a report while bowing her head.

“Ah, you also want to receive praise?”

“······No. Said because it seemed convenient for you to judge if raising an accurate report.”

“I see. Thank you.”

Galahad lightly nodded and turned the gaze. Adrianne’s eyebrows softly shook.

Surrounding knights were barely catching their breath. Everyone was a mess of sweat. Tired look was full on that face.

This place was Magic Realm. That fatigue accumulates double was natural.

Contrary to that—.

‘Still many left.’

Although reduced the number with a series of perfect victories, from the beginning that number was too many.

Along with that many restrictions. Had to unfold combat while appropriately drawing the demon race’s nerves. The moment the gaze is drawn it was the end.

The limit was clear.

Could not process all that many demon races with ambush.

From the beginning what Galahad aimed was not that either.

“Gradually have to move to next.”

Galahad tapped the cigarette.

“Next?”

“Yes, because cut the waist appropriately, that inside would have become a mess.”

“Ah, so attacked while changing the position.”

Galahad calmly nodded. Anyway there was a limit with simple ambush.

“The next work has to be done inside.”

“······Inside?”

Adrianne’s voice subtly rose.

“Yes, because have to shake outside and inside simultaneously to be effective.”

“······I see. But how infiltrating inside of over a hundred demon races?”

Adrianne’s question was valid. The guys were demon races. That too a demon race army composed of hundreds—. how infiltrating there.

‘A demon race mixed between humans—.’

Galahad recalled the 1st Battalion’s matter.

Finding a demon race mixed in humans was not easy. Not for nothing a mess occurred in the 1st Battalion.

Then, how is a human mixed between demon races.

‘How does a demon race find a human?’

A demon race was sensitive to mana.

So—.

‘Would recognize with mana.’

A human had no mana in that blood. A mage had fine mana in the blood—. high possibility of grasping through mana.

Then how would Galahad who put high-density mana in the blood look to a demon race.

Galahad looked at the guide demon race. As eyes met, the guy’s gaze subtly shook.

‘Would be about a low-rank demon race.’

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

“Yes? Said infiltration?”

At Gilbert’s rough question the thought broke. At that Galahad lightly nodded.

“I will shake inside. You shake outside. Then a gap will surely arise.”

“No, still over a hundred left. Thinking of how infiltrating there?”

Gilbert urgently asked. Adrianne nodded as if responding.

At the two’s itchy gazes—.

“It is a trade secret.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

Gilbert became ugly, and Adrianne’s eyebrows went down. However, did not stop.

Just deeply exhaled a sigh.

“Then I will go together.”

“Adrianne, wouldn’t a demon race recognize right away?”

Galahad pointed around Adrianne. In the middle of the fog disappearing in real time. Adrianne chewed her lips.

“Then I will go. I can act a demon race.”

“Act a demon race? That a bit curious.”

“Yes, look.”

Gilbert stiffened his face. And made an expressionless. Perfect expressionless. Similar to the indifference unique to demon races.

“This, even a demon race mother would be deceived.”

“Hu, lived a lifetime on the battlefield.”

“But you are ugly so cannot.”

“······Yes?”

“Isn’t a demon race basically handsome. You are impossible.”

“Damn.”

Gilbert’s face furrowed.

Galahad laughed with a keul keul and looked back. Tom was busily preparing something.

“Tom, prepared?”

Galahad slightly said like a joke. Because not yet said to Tom.

Yet—.

“Yes, here.”

What Tom brought was the demon race’s rusty armor. Exactly a size matching Galahad.

It seemed prepared by hearing Galahad’s conversation. Really amazing preparedness.

“As expected Tom.”

Galahad satisfactorily laughed.

“······Really thinking of going alone?”

Adrianne carefully asked. At that Galahad lightly shook.

And—.

“Hey, guide. Depart.”

Called the guide demon race that was inside.

“Why me?”

At the demon race pointedly asking—.

“It is That One’s will.”

Galahad raised the corners of his mouth.

The guide demon race’s face fully furrowed.

****

‘As expected Tom.’

Galahad muttered while tapping the rusty armor.

Although the surface was still rusted, the inside was clean. Whether applied something even had a fragrance.

“Infiltrating a demon race and shaking the inside—. there was a reason That One says crazy.”

The guide demon race fully furrowed his eyes. The guy continuously shook the armor whether disliking touching the armor.

“Now a comrade to be together, at least introduce. I am Galahad.”

Galahad leisurely asked. At that the guide demon race’s eyes became sealreuk.

The guy’s pupils headed up and came down. The face furrowed one layer. It seemed the four-legged saintess ordered.

“It is Bingrian.”

“Oh, Bingrian—. a cool name.”

Galahad lightly laughed and straightened his waist. Changed the gait roughly too. Really like a knight—.

“Bingrian, if obstructing will request to the saintess.”

“Ha, daring—.”

The guide demon race fully furrowed his face. The guide demon race’s momentum changed in an instant. That energy deeply sank.

“Was a mental demon race.”

“Daring who calling a demon race.”

“Then what.”

“······A believer.”

The guide demon race’s answer was calm.

The four-legged demon race was a saintess, and there was even a temple.

‘The church side of the suicide squad?’

Quite plausible. Galahad slightly nodded.

“Yes, believer Bingrian. Too long. Have to shorten a bit. Better calling the surname. So—.”

Galahad slightly raised the corners of his mouth and pointed at the guy.

“Bing believer would be good.”

“This uncivilized guy—.”

Bing believer roughly growled. Galahad laughed with a keul keul and moved steps.

The front was all fog. Because if pushing the fog for nothing, could draw the demon race’s gaze held.

From the beginning cleared the fog for others.

Galahad was already more familiar with mana detection. Fully sprayed low density mana.

Tightly closed his eyes. Drew a virtual map with the returning mana.

If placing a demon race as a red dot—.

‘All red.’

Galahad lightly clicked his tongue.

Moved steps toward the place full of red dots without hesitating.

Blatant hostility was felt from all sides. Hostility unique to demon races pointedly stabbed in places.

Foot sounds gradually increased. There was no conversation. Just constant foot sounds were all.

The virtual red dots gradually increased.

‘To the extent drawing has no meaning.’

Full hostility and red dots—. tension naturally rose.

Galahad deeply exhaled, and desperately maintained calmness. Walked following the flow.

The number of demon races increased more. Foot sounds messily mixed. Rusty smell and rotten smell fully stabbed the nose.

Galahad concentrated to the end, and tried to find that gap, yet there was a limit.

As the fog in front scattered, a demon race came out. An expressionless demon race wearing rusty armor momentarily stared at Galahad.

Just ghost-like pupils full of hostility headed to Galahad.

‘It is a high-rank demon race.’

A high-rank demon race had to drink the water bottle to process. Dangerous in such close range.

Even if processing the guy right now the after was the problem. Would become a situation surrounded by hundreds of demon races.

The moment discovered it was the end. Although finished the calculation, tension rising could not be helped. The hand was numb. The blade of the mind stood.

However, tension was poison. Leisure was a weapon.

Galahad put down the poison and fixed the weapon.

The momentary silence like eternity passed and—.

The guy turned the gaze.

‘Works.’

Daring deceiving a demon race—.

An indescribable thrill rose.

Galahad grinned while clenching and opening the numb hand.

Although the back was damp with sweat, rather refreshing.

“······Crazy human.”

Galahad headed inside without hesitation.

*

‘What is this guy?’

The guide demon race stared at Galahad.

Although the guy was ambiguous, clearly a human.

To other demon races would just look like a demon race, yet not to Bingrian.

Originally to become a demon race, had to receive a curse. Yet a curse was not felt from the guy.

Yet how—.

‘Can stride so confidently?’

Hundreds of demon races were going around around. Natural for a guy not a demon race to feel fear.

Yet the guy moved very without hesitation, as if there is no emotion called fear.

No, rather an excited feeling.

‘A crazy human.’

Not for nothing That One emphasized several times.

Bingrian maximally raised authority and followed the guy.

The guy continuously entered inside.

Then, a demon race wearing gorgeous armor blocked in front of the guy.

‘It is a company commander.’

Bingrian furrowed his eyes. The company commander was a top-rank demon race.

The guide demon race’s eyes narrowed. If original would have withdrawn right away.

However, a guy That One chose.

Then, the company commander looked down at the guy.

Still a guy who caught a demon race with magic in Magic Realm. Seemed there would be some move.

Bingrian was curious what reaction the guy would show.

‘Come, how will you do.’

Then, Galahad slowly raised his hand and—.

“That guy, something strange.”

Pointed at Bingrian.

****

For the empire!

Dung! Dung! Dung! Dung!

Drum sounds were continuously heard. The drum sound was the man’s heartbeat. A beat that makes blood turn.

The man narrowly opened his eyes.

A golden wave composed of gold endlessly undulated. It was an endless glory grand army.

For the empire!

Dung! Dung! Dung! Dung!

The man pulled the flag on the back. A flag made with feathers of a bird that flies a thousand li fluttered in the wind.

Raised the flag high. High to the extent piercing the sky—.

For the empire—!

Dung! Dung! Dung! Dung!

The golden wave roughly undulated. Fully shook the ground. Soon the wave slowly started to rush.

The enemies trembled in fear. Because the golden wave does not stop before reaching the end of the continent—.

Weapon sounds were instruments, and screams were songs.

[For the empire.]

The man deeply pressed and wore the helmet.

Dung! Dung! Dung! Dung!

The sound gradually became faint.

The golden wave that filled the world thinned. Scattered like a wave that hit a rock.

And what is seen—.

Was gray ash color matching hell.

Although the golden armor of brilliant glory rusted in the years—.

The man was still firm.

Just held a lamp instead of a flag.

“For the empire.”

The pioneer advanced.

Toward the lord who would be waiting—.