Chapter 1117 – Jinui

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＂Wow!!＂

Sensation of whole body slipping.

As Cleon screamed so loudly without realizing it, something fell along the road.

The gigantic monster that swallowed him – perhaps it was inside the body that Laplace was newly using.

If so, does it go down to the stomach like this through the esophagus?

Even though he could not see clearly in the darkness, Cleon was unable to pull out the sword hanging from his waist.

Because.

＂~~~~!!!＂

To do that, he had no choice but to give up wrapping his arms around the girl hanging on his waist.

She, too, must have been quick to grab Cleon by her side as the great disaster struck her.

However, the speed of her fall was so violent that if her Cleon had not quickly covered her, she would have fallen from him.

I don’t know who it is, but looking at it hanging so desperately, it’s probably not someone among those capable of fighting.

With that thought in mind, Cleon’s principle of action right now was to protect her from falling away from him.

But, aren’t there others?

“Lila! Kuon! Sasha! Amelia!”

I tried to call them out loud, but the voice echoed as if I had entered a cave.

I don’t know if it’s reflecting off the wall or some kind of magic, but the voice doesn’t travel far.

In the end, the moment Cleon began to see light again in his eyes was the moment he entered a huge space where something was emitting an unnatural orange light.

＂Ugh…!＂

Only after she knows where and how she is now, Cleon recognizes her body and infuses it with her magic, strengthening her physical abilities.

Is it still considered to be within the Evil Dragon Mountain Range? Even though I couldn’t use flight magic directly.

Boom!

And then, it crashes into the ground.

Cleon’s body bounced off her floor and rolled on the ground several times, but he could only hold her in his arms as if he would not hurt her at all.

It must have been a little difficult for her to breathe, but she thought she could bear it.

And then, somehow, the momentum decreases and Cleon hits the wall of space.

Her long fall stopped, and Cleon had time to take a deep breath and look around her.

＂This place… No matter how I look at it, it doesn’t look like camouflage…”

There was no solution that looked like gastric juice, and the surrounding walls did not look like living tissue.

Is it correct to call it a ‘stone’?

It was only then that Cleon realized that those things, which had a rough texture and appearance, were safe.

‘Kongkongkong’.

He must have noticed the state of the girl who was tapping her chest with her small hand.

“Ah, ah. Sorry…”

Cleon said so and released his arms.

Then, what appeared in between.

＂Fu, ha…!＂

Fleur’s face turned red, perhaps because she was holding her breath, or for some other reason.

Her pink hair was soaked with sweat and clinging to her forehead, and the gas mask she had taken off was not in her hand, as if it had spilled somewhere when she fell here.

＂K, Cleon… This… ＂

And when she raised her head as if she had figured out the surrounding situation, Cleon carefully let her go from his arms and lifted her up on her own.

“… I think I was swallowed by Laplace. I think this is the inside of some huge creature controlled by that guy…”

Around him, there are no signs of Oldburn or Darwin, let alone the companions who were swallowed up, including himself.

How long has it been since we last met that she is scattered like this?

[Layla. Kuon. Can you hear me?]

When Cleon follows her imprint and delivers her voice to them.

[S… Big… Uh…?]

The answer comes back, but it doesn’t sound right.

Damn it again.

Thinking that she would gradually get used to this situation, Cleon turned her head towards Fleur.

She sat down in her seat and seemed desperate to accept and sort out the situation.

No, that wouldn’t be unreasonable either.

Until just moments ago, she had been listening to her grandfather’s crazy plan, which she was trying to prevent.

Asking people to accept everything right away was an extremely harsh treatment.

＂…＂

Fleur with a worried expression.

It is important to join her colleagues and take down the regressor cadres.

First, if she doesn’t take the time to put her mind together.

However, at the same time, Cleon felt the presence of a huge magical power surrounding him.

When you feel ‘your heart pounding’ and something is pulsating.

The walls, ceiling, and floor vibrated.

The next moment.

If you think of a part of the floor as bubbling up, things like the creature’s eyes, ears, and mouth would separate from it and rise out of the ground along with tissues such as blood vessels and muscles.

＂Hiik…!＂

Fleur probably thought it was disgusting when she saw that scene, but she made that kind of voice.

Cleon felt a kind of ‘familiarity’ there.

＂… Laplace.＂

“Ah…! Okay. I recognize you, the magic swordsman Cleon…”

Even though his throat was non-existent, and his mouth was just floating in the air, he still spoke.

＂Have we now abandoned the basic structure of living things? ＂

Cleon says this to Laplace, who has been reduced to his hideous form, but Laplace fights back at Cleon.

“I told you. I will definitely make you regret it.”

＂Is that so? I’m sorry, I heard your words with one ear and passed them out with the other.”

Since he had no intention of losing to Laplace in an argument, Cleon said so, and Laplace kept his mouth shut at Cleon’s answer.

As if he was angry, his eyes, mouth, and ears were floating in the air and were trembling.

But soon, he bent his mouth and spoke to Cleon.

“Hmph… Is it okay to show that attitude, Cleon? You are completely consumed by me, never here. No one… Can leave without my permission.”

“I never would have guessed that you were hiding such a huge monster… Is this your trump card and your final hand?”

Perhaps it was because Laplace’s attitude did not deviate in the slightest from what Cleon had expected, and Cleon simply reacted that way.

“Okay. Strategic national invasion giant monster. ‘Tiamat’. This is one of the ultimate creatures like ‘Behemoth’ that I created through a long period of research without the knowledge of the other returnees.”

“You like to put things like ultimate everywhere. “

Cleon stuck out his tongue, as if he couldn’t sympathize with that childish taste.

Either that or not.

“This huge, moving monster. It has the ability to create its own lineage within itself. It is the power that divides cells and creates demonic beasts. As well as invaders that enter the body. These demonic beasts are capable of mercilessly slaughtering even external enemies. In other words, this Tiamat is a huge fortress that is both one and a colony.  I also sent my relatives to you and your companions who were scattered.”

＂…＂

Laplace continues his explanation of Tiamat.

Well, the thing I wanted to convey to Cleon the most was probably the last sentence.

In other words, by now.

The story was that Tiamat’s family – no, Laplace’s family, who had taken possession of Tiamat’s spirit, would be attacking Cleon’s colleagues.

When Cleon shuts his mouth after hearing that fact, Laplace laughs.

And the next moment.

The floor was bubbling once again.

This time, body parts excluding the face, including limbs, come together to form one form.

It is a form of bipedal walking similar to that of a bear or gorilla, albeit to a limited extent.

It was transforming into something whose entire body was covered with powerful muscles.

“But as for you… I have a ‘debt’ that must be repaid in many ways. With my own hands.”

Muscles expand.

It expands and expands, and before you know it, it has surpassed Cleon’s height, and in addition, it has become so large that it touches the ceiling of this space.

Cleon is like that, and the spirit and spirit that radiates from him, and…

Above all, he raises his hand to his sword, feeling nervous at the enormous amount of magical power.

＂Fleur, stay back.＂

＂Yes…!＂

If you stick to Cleon, you will be in trouble.

Fleur was well aware of that fact, so she tried to get away from him and keep a distance that would not disturb her.

And finally, Laplace, whose body was almost completely formed, twisted the corner of his mouth and swung his fist preemptively.

＂!＂

Cleon confirmed that the fist was not aimed at him, but at Fleur, who had fallen at a distance.

＂You son of a bitch…!＂

Cleon clicked his tongue and immediately rushed in to save Fleur.

Kaang!

After strengthening his legs with magical power and accelerating explosively, Cleon pulls out his sword by just a narrow margin and succeeds in blocking the huge fist.

＂Oh, Cleon…!＂

＂Kuh…!＂

As if his huge body wasn’t just for decoration, he is a member of Tiamat who unilaterally pushes Cleon with his strength.

＂What… Are you doing…! Your target was me, wasn’t it…!?”

“Ah, but it was an effective method. Rather than targeting you directly, it is easier to agitate you by targeting the entity you want to protect. Besides…”

And.

Coo!

As if to show that it is not just one arm, the other arm also swings in, aiming for Cleon and Fleur behind him.

When a heavy impact rings out like before.

Galatea and Caliburn block their fists with the swords in both hands, but Cleon is slowly pushed back.

“Isn’t Descartes, who didn’t give me any help when I was attacked by you, also guilty? In that case, taking away his treasure is also a legitimate right.”

Even Cleon clicks his tongue as if he is dumbfounded by that absurdly self-centered statement.

When he hears the sound of the geek, if he puts more power in his arm, Cleon is finally pushed back.

But it was that very moment.

Paang! And when something like the sound of hitting the air resonates strongly.

＂… Oh?＂

Tiamat’s family confirmed that there was a large hole in their stomach.

＂!＂

What you see beyond that is something with smoke rising from its hand-.

It looked like an old gentleman holding something similar to the magic tool Emma had used.

＂Old Burn…!＂

＂Descartes…!＂

The moment when both Cleon and Laplace called his name in surprise.

Oldburn moved the weapon without saying anything.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

And while making a deafening sound of thunder several times, it created several wind holes in the bodies of Tiamat’s servants who were pushing Cleon.

The body was literally destroyed.

＂Why… You… ＂

Laplace collapses while saying those words.

Then Oldburn sighed and said, ‘Whoa.’

“Didn’t you cross the line by attacking Fleur first? “Friend.”

In a tone that seemed to contain no emotion, he glanced at Laplace as he disappeared.

He turned his gaze towards Cleon, who was filled with confusion and wariness.

＂… Grandpa, how…?＂

“I heard your voice, Fleur. Your voice seems to be crying out for help. If so, there is no reason why this allowance cannot be made.”

Fleur couldn’t help but feel fear rather than relief at Oldburn’s words.

Is it because Oldburn also knew that fact?

He no longer tried to approach Fleur, but turned towards Cleon, who was standing with his sword as if to protect Fleur.

“I would like to thank you for protecting that child. Demon swordsman Cleon.”

“… I just did the obvious thing.”

These are the two people who said that, but both knew it.

Now, it is impossible for two people to ‘cooperate’.

“I’m going to take her and get her out of here. I feel sorry for you guys. Furthermore, I don’t have time to deal with everything. If you want to succeed in your plan with Adam Kadmon, you have to move quickly.”

“I see. Then-.”

Cleon just glanced at Fleur who was hiding behind him.

＂… Fleur.＂

“… Yes. Please, Cleon. Please… My grandfather. Please save me from that madness.”

After hearing Fleur’s request, Cleon nodded his head.

Soon, he took a stance with the sword in both hands and confronted Oldburn.

“Haha. This is a strange situation. It’s as if her son-in-law came to ask for her granddaughter.”

＂…＂

Cleon was in no mood for such a joke, so he frowned.

Oldburn looked at Cleon like that and sighed.

“You’re a young man who doesn’t know how to enjoy a joke.”

“Unfortunately. Now. … Grab your weapon. … Or is that all?”

As Cleon said this, he pointed to what looked like a magic tool in his hand.

Then, Oldburn said, ‘Ah, this is it’ and pointed straight at Cleon.

Click, pull the trigger.

Then.

＂!＂

Cleon quickly crossed his swords and took a defensive stance.

Nothing happens.

“I’m out of bullets. “I got a little emotional when shooting Laplace, including the one I used on the way here.”

Cleon looked at Oldburn as if he was a little dumbfounded when he said that he used more bullets than necessary.

“… Then. Are you going to fight me with your bare body… You?”

When Cleon questions him in a bit of disbelief.

＂Bare body? Haha, haha!”

Oldburn also laughs as if he is joking.

“That can’t be possible. I’m not a fool. If you want to deal with a young person like this in an old person’s body, you need to prepare accordingly.”

As he said that, it was the moment he snapped his fingers.

Shuung! I heard a sound like something was flying.

Thud! Thud! It vibrates several times.

Cleon felt something like a sense of crisis from the vibration sound.

That was the moment he felt in the back of his head.

＂!＂

After he lowered his head in surprise, the wall behind him broke and something flew in and passed over the head of the vulnerable Cleon at high speed.

It was to settle down next to Old Burn.

Cleon would have seen the broken wall and the Old Burn alternately.

The wall regenerated quickly, probably because it was the inside of a living organism.

＂That’s…＂

“This is me. Oldburn Tecartes. It is the weapon of the Returner’s Machina Meister.”

The thing that landed next to him, painted in silver and emerald colors, looked like a ‘giant coffin’ made of a type of metal he couldn’t understand.

The central part that emits a suspiciously bright light stands out.

“This is an armored suit for combat made in the original world… To put it in layman’s terms, it is called a ‘powered suit’.”

＂Powered… Armored suit?＂

Cleon asked back as if it was difficult to understand the meaning of the technical terms he was talking about.

Old Burn raises the corner of his mouth and speaks.

“It’s like this. If you were a boy, you would definitely like it.”

Click.

Old Burn moved his hand and pressed the back of the coffin.

The parts of the tube were separated one by one, and using their own problowjobnt, they stuck to various parts of Old Burn’s body.

Shoulders, arms, legs, torso.

And finally to the head.

It made a clanking sound and stuck to the body.

It was a mechanical armor that was heavy, like a knight’s armor, but also had a somewhat sacred feel.

In addition, when plasma wings appeared from a mechanical device growing from his back, Oldburn’s body rose slightly into the air.

＂What… Is that…!?＂

Cleon let out an astonished voice as he watched the series of installation processes.

＂”This is the ‘armor boasting the highest personal firepower’ available to mankind, which was used before the Holy Sword was developed.”

Old Burn’s slightly modulated voice rang out beyond the machine’s mask.

“It’s ‘Emes’.”

＂!?＂

Old Burn’s body, which had been at a considerable distance from Cleon just a moment ago, suddenly approached Cleon.

It seems like the wings on the back weren’t just decoration.

In response to the lightning-covered fist being thrown out, Cleon also swings his sword.

The metal body and the magic sword collided, creating an intense spark and a large impact.