Chapter 220 – Association

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It was a tragedy for me to realize that language exists even for these damned beings.

A product of the terrible imagination of humans, black and slimy in appearance, and incapable of intellect.

This guy with his sharp teeth gleaming ravenously and countless eyes popping up like bubbles on the surface and then bursting and disappearing repeatedly.

The very deepest part of the jade body of this Sun King’s new machine, the only one impenetrable even by scarabs.

In terms of human beings, it has been whispering to me for thousands of years as it has been attached to the part corresponding to the ‘brain’.

`The sands of history flow from top to bottom without stopping. King of foolish men who go against the providence of all things in the world and live with the corruption of their souls.”

I didn’t know if this voice came out of my own will, or if it was created by imitating the negative thoughts in my head.

A hateful voice that gets on my nerves and upsets my internal organs.

The choice of words was that of a scholar, and the way of speaking was like that of a mother whispering to her sleeping child at the bedside, but each word was a `reason’.

No matter how solemn an ​​angelic voice was, there was no majesty that could be felt from an existence that longed for our destruction like a machine.

‘We will never disappear unless you, who holds the thread of the secret that unraveled the secrets of time, completely disappear from this world. You are the final wedge that connects us to this world.’

These are all the sentences he whispered to me.

Continuously, at regular intervals. More like a machine than a machine body containing this soul.

A year … 10 years … And thousands of years passed by he incessantly whispered to me.

The king is the place where endurance is tested more than anyone else.

I couldn’t assume the position of king of a country if I couldn’t hear the curse of such a foolish fool with one ear and send it out with the other.

So even if this voice really eats away at my spirit forever.

I thought that if I endured with my will, I would be able to protect my friends and my last loyalists even in this near-eternity seal.

With a body that can’t sleep, I hold the sand of each second of time in my hand.

But sometimes.

When you get tired of counting the tiles on the ceiling.

If you block your sight, what you hear is the echoing voice of your friend.

Her pity and longing her for her her, who, like me, out of her warm human female body, forever dwells in her her machine body her, and has to take care of her foolish her, her humans her.

The last humanity left in the soul by this sun king, Horus, who is the power of the world of people, was the most tingling feeling.

However. That too will be over in a little while.

I don’t know what the outside world is like, but it was unexpected that a human being with the same level of sensitivity as me was born in modern times.

With this, you can escape this prison of sand and steel.

You can go see your friend again.

And, it may be possible to free her from her place.

“Anubis…”

I call my friend’s name with words that don’t exist.

Then, a group of ‘scarabs’ circling around me began to flow like waves, swirling to bring the ‘bowl’ in front of me.

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“…!”

Feeling something sudden, not good, Quon lifted her head and looked around.

Somewhere other than here – it felt as if something huge had begun to act deeper.

With Quon by his side of her, Cleon opened his mouth while looking at the huge`spherical` tank.

“But… Why did you make the tank this way? Like a fish tank… Isn’t the shape of the box better considering the space and efficiency?”

When Cleon spoke of a question that anyone except Mejed would have felt the moment he entered this room, Mejed answered Cleon’s question.

“It might have something to do with the belief in this land that ‘the one without a corner’ drives away disaster.”

“The one without angles?”

Watching Cleon repeat the words Mejed said, Mejed nodded his head.

“Yes. There is a legend that ancient demons come from ‘places with angles’. In the time of the Sun King, it was a tradition to make important objects in the shape of a ‘circle’ or ‘sphere’.”

“It’s an unusual tradition… Then, this tank was also an important item?”

“I-I don’t know about that, but… Ehh. Couldn’t it have been the role of the cooling water? Machines made of metal are easily damaged if left in high heat. It’s for cooling the guards who have finished the battle.”

After hearing the meaningless conversation between the two, Verastol sighed and stood up.

“Stop talking about such meaningless things to wait for my health to recover. I can move now.”

“Uh, yeah… That’s right.”

When Medjed scratched his head awkwardly at her words her, Cleon only smiled bitterly.

“Quon. I’m about to start again now, are you okay?”

“Yeah… More than that, it seemed like something had moved.”

At the words of Quon, who does not stop being vigilant and puts strength into the hand holding the staff, the others harden their expressions.

“A strange monster or the Sun King. Either way, it looks like the fight will intensify once you leave this room.”

“There’s still a little bit of distance left. I wonder if my stamina can last until then… But in terms of location, it’s right down here.”

At Medjed’s words, Cleon glanced down at the floor they were standing on for a moment.

“Right below… Just like when I entered the place where Anubis was, if I break the floor and go down…”

“Huh? Did you break it?”

“Oh, no. Nothing.”

When Mejed, who responds sensitively to her words her about her crushing her, asks her her back her, Cleon avoids her gaze with her sullen expression her.

“Ahaha…”

Looking at Cleon like that, Quon let out a similarly dry laugh, and Vera Stallman only tilted her head.

“Cleon… I can’t believe it destroyed the facility inside…”

“Wait Mejed, can’t you hear something?”

“Don’t try to turn around and answer properly-“

Perhaps thinking that Cleon was trying to gloss over her words her, the moment Medjed tried to approach him, Cleon lunged at her and pushed her back, rolling her across the ground.

Then, the bottom of his feet vibrated and at the same time-

Bang! There was a sound of something exploding and a large hole appeared.

What created the hole was the same fog that attacked the party at the entrance of the tomb – a cluster of miniature mechanical weapons.

It was the sun king’s group of scarabs.

Looking at it rising like a huge stream of water, the party broke into a cold sweat.

Then, with the hole in the middle, a wall of scarabs was created, and the party was divided into two groups: Quon and Verastol, and Cleon and Mejed.

Cleon hurriedly raised his voice when even each other’s figures were obscured by waves of destructive weapons whose size and density were incomparable to those of the attack at the entrance.

“Quon!”

“It’s okay, Cleon! Mr. Verastol is protecting you with his shield his…!”

When Quon’s answer gave him a sigh, Medjed quickly stood up, grabbed his staff and pulled out the blade.

“Haha!”

And, by injecting power, the blades rotate to create wind, and the scarabs will scatter like before, but-

“Uuuuu… There are too many of them, so I can’t do anything with this level of output…!”

Even if they did their best to create the wind, new scarabs would soon come crashing into the scattered space because the number of scarabs was incomparably greater than before.

“What do we do…!?”

[What do we do. That’s not a very appropriate question… Foolish intruders.]

And the voice that seemed to interrupt Medjed’s words.

It was the voice of the Sun King, coming through the scarabs.

“The Sun King…! I thought he gave up because he left us alone…!”

When Cleon says so, the scarabs rush at him, and Cleon generates heat from the Soul Eater Metal sword he’s been keeping for strange monsters and swings it.

It was the result of judging that this one, which could attack with heat rather than a normal sword, would be useful in countering attacks such as these small particles.

To a certain extent, the approaching scarab melted a little in the heat from the sword, weakening its momentum.

Even so, because there are so many of them, it is impossible to deal with all of them, and they stick together like sharp awls and pass through Cleon’s arm his.

Cleon broke out in a cold sweat at the terrifying power that tore not only the clothes he was wearing, but even the skin underneath.

“Oh…!?”

At that time, Cleon shouted in bewilderment at Quon’s screaming voice coming from beyond the Scarab Torrent.

“Quon!”

[The intention is to provoke Jim in that way and take his attention away from the vessel, but… Don’t bother answering me, the magic swordsman of the other side… It only took time to activate all the sleeping scarabs in order to turn all of you into the sand of this desert.]

Hearing the Sun King’s voice, Cleon bit his lower lip and swung his sword to cut through the walls of the Scarab, but the Sun King wrapped them in more scarabs as if he couldn’t even do that.

“…What should I do… What should I do…!”

In such a situation, as Mejed muttered in confusion as she rolled her eyes, Cleon grabbed her arm.

“Mejed! Wake up! Break through this wall and join the two of us!”

“Yeah, but this much… It’s impossible with just the wind…!”

Looking at Medjed, who was completely tearful, Cleon showed the sword he was holding.

“It might not be enough with just the wind, but if that’s the case, you can add an attack. A little bit is fine, I have to make the walls thin and move…!”

“That’s right… Yeah…! Okay!”

Perhaps through Cleon’s encouragement and persuasion of her, she once again injects power into her staff of her, creating a stronger wind than before.

The amount of scattered scarabs certainly increased, but that alone was still not enough.

However, Cleon was to instruct her once again.

“Break through one point Mejed! Don’t scatter the wind widely, concentrate it in one place!”

“Yes!”

Then, the wind gathered in a narrow area and crushed the group of scarabs like a blade of wind pressure.

And when Cleon swung his sword of heat toward that place, the half-thin wall of the scarab would shatter around that place.

If Mejed and Cleon jump into the gap in the wall without missing the opportunity, they succeed in crossing over to the place where Berastol and Quon are, even though they have cuts on their limbs.

There, she saw Vera Stoll protecting Quon by building a wall with her original shield and heat shield.

However, even her sacred armor was useless in the scarab, and it was dug in here and there, and a storm of shocks like hailstones raged all over her body.

“Quon! Verastol!”

Cleon’s voice and Mejed’s wind roared almost simultaneously.

When the attack stops momentarily, Quondo lets out a sigh of relief, but-

[Stupid intruders who have no way to save them. Your resistance is a meaningless and futile effort that wastes time.]

“Uh…!?”

The wind suddenly stops.

When Medjed and Cleon look at her wand at the same time-

A swarm of scarabs dug into her wand her, destroying it from the inside out.

“Ha, Grandpa’s cane…!”

Just as sand dust accumulates on a precision machine, it can no longer move.

When the protection of the wind disappeared, the hardship hit the four people without hesitation.

There was no person here who could block this torrent of death without being able to use magical power.

The Scarab takes the form of a gigantic bird, just like when she first appeared.

It is a bird of the black sun that embodies the king’s brilliance that brings death to all who encounter it.

It was a being that turned everything into dust in the desert with its huge wings and sharp beak.

The moment it spreads its wings and tries to attack the party-

“… Stop it! Sun King!”

It was Quon who raised his voice.

At her confident voice of her, the Sun King also stopped the movement of the Scarab.

She slowly stepped out from behind Verastol’s shield.

“Quon…!”

“It’s okay Cleon… This is what I have to do. No, it’s what I want to do.”

Quon looked back at Cleon and talked to him as if to reassure him, then she looked at the Sun King’s servants and talked.

“…Your purpose is my body. If you, in this place, wound three other people, I will take my own life.”

[…

As she spoke, she showed her dagger tied to her hand.

It was something Cleon handed over before leaving.

“It would be impossible for you, who cannot use magical powers and have a mechanical body, to heal my body. Choose, Sun King. Whether to quell that wrath and obtain me completely. Or, take another opportunity that may come again Will I lose it?”

[…The abominable gentile priest… On the subject of the bowl, I dare to tell Jim…]

In the next moment, Quon’s hand moved up to his chest without hesitation.

The blade of her dagger tied to her hand was pointed at her chest.

[Stop!]

And, at the Sun King’s earnest cry to stop it, Quon stops her hand.

[Damn it bitch…!]

The Sun King, unable to find anything more to say, stopped the scarab.

“Guide me to where you are…And, if you promise not to touch the other three…”

Quon’s next words were reserved for Cleon.

This is because it was not a story that could be brought out in front of loved ones.

[…Good night. In the name of the Sun King, as long as you don’t break your promise… I will not lay a hand on them.]

Then, Berastol catches Cleon as he tries to run away.

“Quon…! Shit, let go of this!”

“…”

Verastol also suppressed such a Cleon by biting his lips tightly between the dented helmet.

However, even if Vera Stoll let go, the wall of scarabs that stretched between Quon and the other three of hers was preventing Cleon from rushing at her.

Rather, it was as if Verastol was protecting Cleon from those scarab walls.

Before long, the scarab, which moved again, united like her footrest her and entered Quon’s feet her.

Then, standing still, he lifted the quon that he had received it and saw it go down through the hole they had made.

Soon, Quon and Cleon’s gazes meet.

Her mouth she moved quietly.

Words that could not be voiced reached Cleon.

Cleon’s struggle stops.

Soon, her figure disappeared completely underground.

With that, the walls of the scarab disappear like water running down a hole.

However, did he try to stop the three of them from following him?

The hole that was opened was filled with a group of scarabs in its place, and it was firmly blocked.

“…What do we do.”

Medjed sat back in her seat as if she didn’t know what to do anymore.

Her staff her, which could be said to be her only countermeasure her, was broken, and her party her, who had been deprived of the Quon, seemed to have no more victories.

Complex emotions swirled inside of Verastol as well.

She no longer doubted her goodness. However, Verastol also had an order from Esca.

Vera Stoll hung her head in the twinges of Quon’s death and her mission her accomplished.

However, Cleon, who had resisted the most desperately a while ago, walked slowly…

I picked up her bag her, which Quon had left behind.

Then, she identified the ‘branches of the sacred tree’ that were inside.

“…Let’s go. Verastol. Mejed.”

“Cleon…?”

The two of them quietly looked at Cleon saying that.

“Quon didn’t sacrifice herself for us. She believes in us. She buys us time.”

Saying so, Cleon puts on her bag her instead.

The number of souls was still intact.

It is the only poisoned dagger that can reach the Sun King, who must have been certain of victory.

“It’s not over yet.”

Cleon closed and opened his eyes for a moment, recalling the determination in those eyes.

There was no sign of abandonment or despair in those eyes yet.