Chapter 118 – 118. Spartal (6)

“…”

An incident that occurred in Spartal.

And the Spartal revivalists.

The members of the Elven Haim operation team that were in connection with them appeared here in the Golden Sun.

And the elf slayer Elizabeth goes on a rampage.

The dispatched elf operation leader.

Johnny.

Johnny in the chestnut forest.

This male elf was looking at the Spartal who was making a mess while brushing his red hair.

Human society is complex. And because of its complex social peculiarities, it cannot be released carelessly without justification. For that reason, if you don’t have evidence, you can’t do anything, and you’re bound to be cornered.

Okay.

It means that you are bound to be labeled as a criminal.

Naturally, it was easy to fool the Spartal idiots, thereby encouraging the old restorationists to fight for Spartal independence from Frisia.

They made it known widely that they were the true successors to Alcaides the Great and were a force armed with bravery, and said that they would incite and help those who had the foolish idea of ​​spreading the Spartal spirit to the world.

Naturally, this was possible because Edward secretly opened a road and allowed them to pass through, and in any case, this was an operation to outsmart the Frisian central army that was coming to suppress them and accelerate the collapse of Frisia by supporting the Spartal army.

But there is something important.

Spartal’s main forces are being completely destroyed by just two people.

“Why aren’t these idiots coming out when they tell them to come out? If they don’t come out, we’ll attack them. Boom, boom, boom! Scream!! You bastards.”

Kwaaaaa!!

That is Sylphid, the Spirit King of Wind.

Why is the Spirit King of Elvenheim, ruled by Alicia, in the hands of a low-class species?

Just as Geumtaeyang and Clark defeated Spartal beforehand, the ability to convey information here is very slow. Even if information is transmitted through magic, it is not as fast as the reporters dispatched from Uruk.

Naturally, the earliest information available is a week, and in some cases it may be longer.

And it’s already been a week, so the information should probably have arrived by now.

Of course, since he is the Spirit King, the spirit can accept contracts with multiple beings.

I swear that’s why he can’t accept this situation.

It is said that the power of the Spirit King was taken into the hands of that lowly, low-ranking servant.

There are things that need to be delivered to Elven Haim, and they are not receiving the latest information from Elven Haim.

In some cases, there is a possibility that communications can be intercepted, and in other cases, they operate secretly.

Above all, they themselves use the wind spirits to communicate, but the problem is that the wind spirits have stopped listening since a week ago.

And I could see why.

Spirit King.

The Spirit King of Wind.

That the Spirit King they had secured in Elven Haim had abandoned them.

This was an ugly betrayal, and it was so twisted that it could no longer be called the Spirit King of Wind, and at the same time, it was a monster that had been reduced by being attracted to a lower species.

That must be ruled out.

Those humans who robbed us of their spirit king must be killed.

And without knowing that purple eyes were watching them, they led the hidden elite troops.

And at the same time, another Elvenheim unit joins them.

“Blessings of the forest. A message from the World Tree-“

“The forest’s protection, a message from the World Tree – suddenly what?”

Message from the World Tree.

Official order from the Elvenheim royal family.

And now the official order from Elven Haim has come down to me.

An order to kill the golden sun and kill the golden sun.

The information obtained from the capital Vergina and the information passed down from Elvenheim are combined.

And Johnny looks at the things the messenger brought.

Approximately 10 Elven Mages and lower-class servants wearing slave leashes under their control.

“…Golden Sun is injured. He can’t use magic?”

“This is information passed down from Vergina. Elizabeth has been resurrected. That damned slayer has been resurrected. And the price must not have been low. Of course, not a single monster can use magic to revive that monster. But “Why on earth is it borrowing the Spirit King’s power?”

“…That’s right. He doesn’t use magic circuits in the first place. That’s the power of the Spirit King, and of course, his magic circuits have taken a serious hit, so he can’t use magic properly. The magic of the Golden Sun is threatening. But the Spirit King’s magic circuits have been severely damaged. “Although the power is strong, we are superior in handling that spirit’s power in the first place.”

Besides the Spirit King of Wind, there is another Spirit King.

In particular, now that the Wind Spirit King has been taken over by the Golden Sun, there is another Spirit King staying in Elven Haim.

And if you use the power of the spirits, you will not be greatly restricted by the power of the wind.

Moreover, strangers who were captured in Elven Haim and are presumed to have crossed over from the dimension.

Otherworldly people.

Humans with slave collars placed on their backs.

The power felt from those humans will be wielded under the control of the Elven Mages who handle them.

Even just for a moment is okay.

If you can penetrate Geumtaeyang’s loophole and kill him, your plan will succeed.

If that threatening genocidal magic is sealed, the Golden Sun will eventually die from heavy overload.

Of course, from the perspective of someone watching it, it’s just funny.

Dick Johnson.

He is hiding in the dimension and watching this scene.

Clark, and Elizabeth.

Those two are going wild, and all the aggro is being dragged.

Security forces soldiers.

Guys wearing only pants are unconditionally enemies.

A city created with the background of ‘Sparta’ in its own world.

Spartal.

The state of the armed forces of this city, which cleverly deceived Sparta.

They made powerful knights who can survive even in the middle of winter with just pants on, into pantsers.

Who really created this crazy city?

The Spartans did not fight wearing only underwear. There are a lot of people who judge things that way just by watching movies, so I hope you are aware of that.

The Spartan warriors were heavy warriors.

Anyway, putting that historical fact aside, this is just a bunch of panties, they’re all just revivalists.

It is a symbol of the restorationists, who are full of harsh, strong-armed people who do not recognize the weak and eliminate them.

To be strong, you have to be able to withstand even a breeze through your pants.

In addition, even if they are not good at their job, they are treated like idiots and abandoned, and the weak are eliminated.

Is it worth it for a country like this to exist?

I don’t know.

What is certain is that Xerxes was extremely generous, punishing slaves by slapping them and forgiving them, and as distorted as the Spartan warriors were as champions of democracy, the Spartan warriors of this world are not Spartans. .

Anyway, these pants men.

They are restorationists who want to return to the old Spartal era, and naturally Elizabeth, the ruling class of Frisia, does not forgive those restorationists.

Of course, it was because of the joint attack between Camelot and Elven Haim that Frisia went to shit, and if Frisia was normal, it would never have happened.

If Elizabeth had kept her eyes open, these would have literally broken the pot in one go.

Since she was subject to Phrygia, she was a Phrygian citizen, and she did not persecute those who paid her taxes and thought she treated them like a gentleman, but despite this, she rebels because she feels ashamed of living with her head bowed down to someone?

What Dick always told Clark.

If you try to break it right away, you’re a fool, and if you forget, you’re a slave.

These are not slaves.

It’s stupid.

What on earth does independence mean when someone else’s influence is involved?

As a person who saw firsthand how his old country was divided into two due to its failure to achieve independence on its own, Dick finds their struggles simply laughable. Camelot and Elvenheim.

It’s obvious that it will split into two.

Of course, if all went according to plan.

However, Elizabeth was resurrected by Clark, and now pursuers from Elvenheim.

And those who infiltrated Vergina.

As expected, it was a good thing I sent Mine.

And just like Elizabeth said, Duke Pantalone is truly a very skilled person. Sure enough, rumors began to spread about the magician’s healing supplies in Vergina, and the guards of Elvenheim detected it and realized that someone had been injured.

Naturally, it was discovered that items that were good for recovering magic circuits were being purchased.

I let that slip out on purpose, and of course Vergina also recognized Clark.

And they concluded that Clark was injured and are now exchanging information like this.

Well, up to this point, it’s as expected.

…

Okay, so far.

There is always something irregular that exceeds expectations.

Dimension movers.

Transfer interest.

Apart from the reincarnated people, these were also thrown here.

And that he became a slave to the elves.

And the energy of the Elder God is not felt in these people.

If you feel it, it feels like a dirty Nyarlathotep modification instead of the Elder God.

Naturally, they were suddenly thrown from the place where they lived to another place, and now that Nyarlathotep has marked Elcadia as his favorite hall of madness, they are pitiful lambs thrown into this great hall of madness.

Of course, rather than being pitiful lambs, they are literally dogs with a leash on them, and they are beings that have to bite the enemy they point at, and they look like they are going to be angry just by looking at them.

I admire Elven Haim’s skill in putting dog leashes on these beings who are masters of battle.

If he had really just moved on and targeted and subdued him when he was in his right mind, I had to admit that his resourcefulness was truly befitting of Canf.

No, I really have to admit what I have to admit.

It is true that these were once the losers of Elcadia.

They really captured something that came from another world and turned it into a slave.

Well, I leave the disposition of this to Clark.

It’s a slap in the face to those created by the Elder God’s excessive intervention and manipulation, and since the Demon Sultan is enjoying watching Ny’alla Totep, he can’t do anything about it.

If you mess with Clark, he’ll attack you outright, and of course he’s free from the Demon Sultan.

So I’ll leave this to Clark.

Next, another problem.

“I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“That’s right. Hehe. Clark, you’ve grown up a lot. Ah, my son, he’s grown up really well.”

“…”

That’s disgusting.

Naturally, Dick expected human maternal love from these people even though he knew he shouldn’t, and as a result, he suffers an internal wound of disgust.

In front of me is a woman with dark skin and black hair.

And Clark’s mom.

Nebula

I wanted to tear out those eyes that were looking at the rampaging Clark right now.

But it is no use.

This is fog, this is shadow. Of course, if there is a sun, it is like a shadow.

“Did you do it?”

“What are you talking about, Dick~? I don’t know anything.”

“…”

Should I kill him?

Naturally, she giggles and then quickly turns her own skin white.

And soon she turns black again.

And the way she changes it over and over again as if blinking shows that she is not an ordinary human being. And looking at her strangely flowing hands and feet, and her mist-like appearance, Dick said,

“It’s a cult. Since when did you become their savior?”

“I’m a savior… I don’t really have salvation, nabal, or anything like that. I just stay quiet and they do whatever they want.”

That’s right.

These guys are always trying to fill their stomachs. Idiots who gain some power by accessing this fragment of power and believe that they have mastered the entire universe by reading just one book.

These are just natural disasters.

Worshiping natural disasters does not mean that natural disasters will grant you grace.

These people are simply madmen, lunatics who peek into the truth of the universe and its parts and talk as they please, and sometimes they even predict the future and it is true.

Okay.

That’s a harsh statement.

“But what they give me is delicious, but they’re going to destroy it. Isn’t that too much of an invasion of territory?”

“Stop fucking with me.”

“Ah, fine. Then I’ll do whatever I want. Clark, can I have it?”

“…Ugh, shit.”

I know they don’t have that concept.

Of course, these are things like that in the first place.

If you want to do it, do it, if you want to eat, eat, and if you want to commit, commit. He just stays still and looks almost like an idiot. These are the kinds of things that if you think they suck, you just go for them. How disgusting it was when he had sex with Marcus at the command of the Demon Sultan.

And even though he accepted it, Marcus didn’t go crazy and persevered until the end, and it’s amazing that he raised Clark into a great wizard.

Looking at those two from beyond the border.

At the same time, Shogus, draped over Clark’s shoulder, recognizes Nebula.

And looking at it, Nebula looks at Shogus with displeasure.

“What is that?”

“It’s a messenger sent by Negeumma, you fucking idiot.”

“…Mother?”

“Let me give you some advice. It would be better to just disappear gracefully rather than fussing for nothing. You are already dying, and trying to live here any longer will only be ugly.”

“…Who decided that?”

“Don’t worry.”

“Who decided? No one decided that.”

“Don’t worry.”

“I won’t die. I won’t die like this. Why did I give birth to that guy? Why did I give birth to such a powerful guy? Hand over my future to that guy and die? Who and why?”

“Don’t worry.”

Naturally, that’s all Dick has to say.

That’s right, because the bitch who wrote this fucking script is Demon Sultan.

Look after your children and leave behind your heirs. That’s what it means to be a demon sultan.

After finishing it, Noctis handed over his body to the mummy and died, but Nebula persisted and survived. Naturally, they tenaciously survived by accepting tribute from cult members and followers.

It’s ugly.

He doesn’t want to die, so he survives as a parasite in this world, and tries to prolong his life by sacrificing his own children.

“What are you? What is it that you live so long despite being human?”

“Are you living a long life because you want to live a long time, you bitch? I’m so fucking stupid that I can’t even die. It’s my destiny to die at the right time.”

And Dick raises his middle finger.

“You’re like that, damn it. I know you’re a bitch, but why are you venting your anger on me, bitch? If you get out of here and obediently die and become fertilizer for Clark, I’ll end it as comfortably as possible, but if not-“

Suddenly-

He then takes out an ax and cuts off the chunk of meat that was shot from Nebula.

“I’ll make you an asshole.”

And of course I know the answer is no.

Dick’s bread bag is then removed, and a wolf mask is placed on his head.

“…Fight with me here.”

“This is my home ground. It’s not in my nest, and these Spartals are already my food… Huh!?”

And then, something strange begins to change.

Of course, change started from the slums.

And looking at it, Dick nodded his head and slung his ax over his shoulder.

`Oh, it’s okay. Occasionally, erectile dysfunction is a common disease that affects adults. So it’s okay not to be too shy. Because I understand everything.`

`You…What have you done here.`

`Why did you think we were the only ones here?`

Dick then looks at Nebula, who begins to stumble.

In fact, they are almost like pieces of a dead body.

But even so, it will be too much for Clark now.

Such were the remnants of the old ruler, and now all that remains is an ugly ruin that the Demon Sultan does not allow to exist. Noctis had already revealed his true name and served as fertilizer for the mummy, but it survived ugly and was here, using his followers among the poor and vagabonds of Spartal to suck out the blood.

`Once the stage is over, it is time for the actor to leave. And now the time has come for you to leave. Let’s not live ugly?`

`…Shut up!!“

Quad deuk!!!

A piece of meat is chewed up.

Dick’s fist crushes the piece of meat, and at the same time, Nebula, who was there, disappears.

Dick clicks his tongue as he watches the black lump of meat wriggle and then turn into powder and be absorbed by Dick.

`…The more you do that, the more ugly you will die.`

Tsk.

He didn’t want Clark to go through anything worse than having his parents killed.

How can fate be so ironic?

Saying that, Dick takes off his wolf mask.

“…Well, I don’t think you’ll get hurt by that.”

Because Clark already had only one parent.