Chapter 148 – 148. Punishment (6)

A story of one of the few memories I once had with my father.

There was once a time when rats were rampant in Magia.

A bunch of rats.

These were terrible incidents in which rats literally invaded every home, squeaking and making noise, spreading germs, devouring food, and truly invading human territory.

They even went so far as to attack and eat people walking around on the streets as a group.

Anna was there at the time, and I remember the rats that invaded Dunbringer Manor at the time.

Those rats were not ordinary rats. Many rats were running around with their brains protruding, had a hive mind, and had a separate [Hive Mind] That commanded them. Memories of how persistent the rats were and how difficult it was to locate the hive mind controlling the colony.

As my father was preparing to set out to find the hive mind, I was constantly inundated with rats coming into the house.

And these rats saw several colony consciousnesses coming together and using magic.

Naturally, it was faster than most wizards, and I could see why they were having such a hard time out there.

Even though I burned them to death, they kept popping up.

Where on earth are you hiding?

And even though Anna burned all the rats, they still kept coming.

-Master, back. I got these-

-Leave it there, Clark. Anna, you can’t just wait for each and every thing to pop out.

And I think about the things my father showed me.

After saying that, my father used magic to envelop the entire house.

Then, I used the magic to surround Anna, and my father’s wide-area magic moved all of us and all the valuables and materials protected by the shield.

And at the same time, a barrier is set up to prevent anything that enters the house from escaping again.

In order to break through my father’s barrier, the Hive Mind used the magic of the rats to unleash magic, and the rats even launched a hand-to-hand attack on my father, me, and Anna.

The rats were pitch black and were trying to break through the defense shield.

My father’s voice came through the squeaks of the rats, which were black as if the walls were full of rats.

-I’m not saying you have to burn down everything to catch fleas for nothing, Clark. Take note. This is how tracking annihilation works. You’re not waiting for the enemy to come out; if they don’t, you’ll die. And if they are hiding, you have to use magic with the intention of killing the hiding things.

With those words, the father snaps his fingers, and then the sound of all the rats being burned together with bright red flames is heard.

Cheeeee? Jjiiiiiaaaaa!!!!

The ear-piercing screams of rats echo for a while.

The flames were so great that they burned down the mansion itself, and the rats that could not escape were seen using magic to defend themselves, as were the intermediate mental bodies of the hive minds that kept sending rats here.

He revealed himself by withstanding the scorching heat with a blue shield, and rushed at me with all his might to kill my father, me, and Anna.

But it wasn’t just waiting for them to burn to death, my father was breaking down all the defenses protecting them and letting them burn to death.

The sight of them creating a huge crystal spear and shooting it out made me realize why they are such damn monsters when they gather in large numbers.

These rats, whose brains were revealed to the extent of being called a catastrophe, were ultimately unable to break through their father’s magic, and of course they burned down the entire house, destroying all the hidden rats and hive minds with the heat and oxygen deficiency created by the burning fire. I showed it.

-Did you see it, Clark? This is what annihilation means. If you don’t catch the head, there is no end to these things.

-No, it’s all burned.

-I took all my valuables, so there’s no problem.

Now that I think about it, my father kept them all in a music box.

And said at the same time.

-Clarke, if you don’t come out when dealing with a hidden enemy, you’ll end up in big trouble. A wizard is someone who creates a situation, so of course he shouldn’t be manipulated.

And then come back again.

As for what I’m going to do, of course I’m going to do it like this.

Accepting the power of Sylphid, he reaches out towards Pierre, who has been transformed into Alskari by the gale.

Membrane of air.

And it creates a film of air to surround everyone here.

“Sylphid, you know what I’m thinking.”

-Ah, you know that just following your imagination is daunting, right?

“If you really want to do something, I’ll do it my way..”

My father said

A wizard is someone who creates the battlefield.

Of course, don’t create a situation where the enemy has an advantage.

And this underground waterway is almost blocked, and no one is already allowed to enter Spartal.

The Archangels along with Gawain took Luffy and Rushephiel out, and from now on, there will be no one inside.

Even if it exists, it is an enemy.

And as Sylphid’s power swirls, it surrounds Alscari Pierre in a sphere and begins to swirl within it, tearing Pierre to pieces.

-■■■■■■■!!!!!

I scream in pain and try to escape.

The barrier created by Silphid was very strong, and although it was clear that it was made with such strength that it would not be easy to escape, the monster’s final struggle before death was very powerful, and the blade of the claw fired by Pierre broke through the barrier and killed everyone. It was crashing into the surrounding air barrier.

I look at my sister.

“Sister, I’m begging you. Don’t let me move.”

Anyway, even if you attack it with this, it won’t die. They only take damage from black flames, and they are clearly showing that they can’t go to the next location if they don’t die with it, and they seem to want me to use up the last remaining stack of Soul Spark on this guy.

There is only one person I can wear in a fox mask and introduce myself as my aunt.

Nyarlathotep is my aunt by blood.

And I first vacuum this underground waterway.

The air disappears, and the air is blocked.

This is possible because of the spirit king of wind, Sylphid, who can control the air itself.

First, remove the air.

The air is removed and surrounding sounds are blocked.

Since there is no medium to transmit sound, all that remains is the vibration felt from the floor.

The message is communicated to Elizabeth through hand signals, and the same goes for Lucy.

I spoke to the rest of Nia, my older sister, and Merlin through the Thought Wave.

-I open my mouth and keep spitting out all the gas inside.

The second thing I will do next.

Those are things I collected while dealing with magic engineering.

They are metal dust.

Metal powder.

Crumbs.

Start spreading them out.

Why am I doing this?

I see people looking at me as if they are throwing trash into the underground waterway.

Of course, the difference is that I made this into a very fine powder, and of course, it was spread widely through the underground waterways by the wind carrying the power of Sylphid.

The ground has already been strengthened sufficiently to seal the underground waterway and prevent it from breaking, so from now on there is only one action for me to do.

Yes, from now on, there will be people wondering why I am doing this.

Nyarlathotep, who is spying somewhere right now, probably does the same.

What can we do with this dust that cannot be used for the purpose of blocking the view?

Of course there is something you can do.

-This is a tactic used by a crazy person I saw a long time ago.

-What?

And instead of answering that, Dick said coffee grounds. He scattered finely ground coffee powder and sugar into the air.

Then, a match was thrown into it, and the sugar powder and coffee beans ignited and exploded.

-That crazy guy lit small coffee grounds on fire and blocked my vision.

-Seeing that he is alive, he is not dead.

-…Be careful, bastard. You’re doing magic engineering and all that, so you’re blowing up metal dust, right? It can explode like this too, so be careful.

It’s as they say.

When I tried it once, a really scary explosion occurred, and of course, unlike other fires, it doesn’t go out easily.

Does it mean that metal dust explosions must be extinguished with a special fire extinguishing agent or something?

Something like that.

And on top of that, these dusts are magic engineering dusts created during magic engineering. Naturally, these are metals that transmit magical power very well, and what would happen if they exploded due to magic?

Transduction, reaction, and explosion of magical power.

At this moment, the explosion amplification resulting from it can be expanded to the full extent of the effect distance into the underground water.

It scatters with the wind and activates soul sparks to ignite the dust.

-Hoo?

The moment I summoned the black flame, Mortus took out some data and began to check it, then smiled.

And before the black salt is thrown into the dust, an urgent voice is heard.

“Hey, hey!! Wait, stop, stop!!”

And then Nyarlathotep, who realized what I was going to do, appears. A woman with black skin, black hair, and purple eyes, with the lower half of her body as a snake, appears and raises her hands in front of me.

“Hey, wait, wait! Let’s say it in our own words. In our words. We’re intelligent creatures, right?”

As it flutters with the wind, the vacuum is released and voices begin to be heard. An avatar of a type I have never seen before.

And then she appeared here, and her Alscari Pierre was looking at her and screaming at her inexplicably.

-■ ■■■ ■■!!!! ■ ■■ ■■■!!!!! ■■ ■■■ ■■ ■ ■■■ ■■!!!! ■■■■■! ■■■!!!!!

You’re being damned.

“Hey, if you burn the whole place down with that, you’re screwed?! No matter how much I am, if I get hit by that old woman’s power, Mortus, I’ll die?!”

Die.

You just have to jump out when it appears like that.

From my point of view, I don’t like someone who openly barges in and causes trouble without even informing me of their true purpose. Above all, this is what she was doing with the reincarnated person who was disrupting Elizabeth’s territory.

Well, for now, that’s probably good.

“Let’s explode together.”

“Hey! You’re not going to explode after saying that!”

Of course it is.

Basically, wizards are extremely petty, so the basic job is to hit yourself and not hit the enemy. Of course, the reason Nyarlathotep came here was to stop this because it was completely different from the picture he had drawn.

And this being directly intervenes.

Preventing a major accident that I will face is also of a super-universe level.

Dust explodes, and black flames swirl and burn the underground waterway. Nyarlathotep’s eyes glowed with black flames filling the underground waterway, and at the same time, everyone here, including me, was moving to a completely different space through the door that Nyarlathotep had opened.

Quaaaaa-!!!!

The story is that everyone in the underground waterway was forcibly warped to their own space before the aftereffects of the explosion could reach them, and by a very narrow margin, everyone was able to escape the influence of [Black Flame].

Having nullified the conversion blow, this girl with bluish-black skin, violet eyes, black hair, and the lower body of a black snake said to me in triumph, “I did a good job, right?” While doing so, she held up her two fingers and drew a V shape.

Are you doing this out loud to make me feel bad, or is this just my personality?

If you’re teabagging me like this because you think you’ve screwed me, that’s great.

I saw a huge piece of meat standing on the ground where we were, and in another place along with that ground.

And at the same time, a figure appeared.

Niyog-Sotep appears to be in a state of death, with all his limbs cut off and his head torn apart, and trapped.

Nebula.

My damn love.

Well, let’s say that’s the case.

Because it was clear from the beginning that it was something that needed to be killed.

“What is this? Where am I?”

“It’s not a very exciting space. It looks like the black snake woman teabagging Clark over there brought us, that monster bitch over there, and Alskari here.”

And while Elizabeth was confused and perplexed by the sudden change in space, Merlin had already seen what kind of situation she was in, and her expression hardened after she realized what kind of place this was.

“Oh, I didn’t know I’d fall into this.”

“Oh my, Mr. Merlin. Are you regretting it now? If you had known who we were in the first place, you should have learned to accept things like this as everyday life.”

“You were thrown into a space similar to Nyarlathotep’s stomach in the first place?! Isn’t it even weirder that you don’t panic here?”

“Don’t worry, I can tear this place apart as much as I want.”

If it were my sister, I would have done that.

Nia was trembling, and Lucy also had a flame in her mouth, ready to vomit at any moment.

Carol was trying to protect her day somehow by spreading her form all over her body, including her robes, but if she were to be honest, her actions were nothing. It won’t make any sense. Nyarlathotep’s attack isn’t so weak that it can be blocked with just that.

The reason this monster doesn’t kill me and just teases me like this is because it has some kind of purpose, and the reason it doesn’t do anything even though it looks at us like it’s looking at dogs that are openly barking at itself is most likely because of that purpose.

He kills Pierre with black salt, induces him to kill him with it, and as soon as he is about to completely wipe out the underground waterway, he jumps out and intervenes like this.

From the beginning, I was able to easily infer that Nyarlathotep’s purpose was to prevent me from killing Niyog-Sotep with [Black Flame].

“They’re being very evil so that I can’t wipe them out with black flames.”

The target, Niyog-Sotep, was trapped and on the verge of death, with only the last hit remaining. Looking at that figure, full of pain, as if he would die with just one hit, the beast inside me filled him. I was crying while looking at it.

Cr■■■Rrr■■Rrrr■■■■■

This beast, the [■■■■■] Inside me, was trying to eat the corpse of its dying mother.

…

Calm down.

Crrrr…? Keueuuu-

Have you come to your senses a little?

If so, that’s a relief.

From my point of view, I didn’t want to be like a dog and eat my parents twice.

The animal-like instinct to eat my weakened parent began to stir, and I took a deep breath to finally calm down the [■■■■■] Inside me.

Of course, there was no way Nyarlathotep could not have noticed the change inside me, as he approached me. Do I know what I’m going to do here and this is coming to me like this?

Quaaaaa!!

A great sword sliced ​​through the air and stuck in the ground.

“What?!”

And soon after, Elizabeth seemed to be angry when she saw that, so she raised her sword and struck it down, and at some point, she came back behind me and Elizabeth right next to me asked, “What is this?” While I was behaving like this, Nyala Totep was next to me, with her hand on her shoulder, lifting her finger and looking at Elizabeth, wiggling it from side to side.

“Oh~ Did I really look like such a shabby being that I could take on all the visible attacks?”

“You were burned by me and your avatar was destroyed, you idiot.”

“Wow, my aunt, it’s you. Where have you sold your manners? Niyog-Sotep! Why don’t you educate your son?”

Damn, I’m so sleepy.

“Don’t hesitate, you bitch.”

“You can’t believe you say that about her grandmother. Why is my niece so upset?”

“Are you just going to do the one who blatantly teases me?”

“Ah, I’m better at tea bagging than anyone else, Nyarlathotep! I am Nyarlathotep! I’ve made you all suffer with this! Since you’ve come here, give up all hope!”

…Ha, yes, this was such a crazy bitch.

Is this mirror therapy?

If you listen to my shit, this is also shitty in its own way.

Of course, for a moment.

“Why are you trying to prevent me from killing you with black salt?”

“The energy needed to give birth to another star is burning in your hands, so you’re telling me to hold back?”

…

Oh, so this is for species preservation.

And when I heard it, Nyarlathotep probably thought he understood it, but he was possessed by Too Much Talker and was talking incessantly. There is so much to say in his father’s notebook that he was said to be a talkative person who could not be matched by anyone, a trickster, and a god of madness.

“Remember, Clark. You have to kill it the right way. I’m not trying to stop you from killing your mother… You know that, right? How much the [Being] Inside you wants to eat this up. I can see it. I can see it very well! Just like you ate your father, Nebula was supposed to die by being eaten by you like that. You know that, right? In the right way, right… You [ [Correctly] He should become our [King]! He would never burn himself with black flames like that and annihilate existence itself…”

“What do you know about that?”

Taaaaang!!!

And what I brought out.

And a stroke of conversion.

A bullet that fires a warhead with burning black flames.

Following Dick’s advice to one day prepare and carry a round of repentance with me to fire, I loaded it and fired it at Niyog-Sotep, who was right in front of me.

“…Uh?”

And only then did Niyog-Sotep look at me with blank eyes, probably unable to judge the situation, looking dumbfounded and burning in black flames.

-■■■■■■■■■■■■-!!!!!!!■■■■■■■■■■■!!!!!!!!

And the other one is Pierre’s lower body that turned into alskari. It shoots towards the groin area.

Out of a total of 8 bullets, 6 bullets remain.

The destructive power of the .45ACP bullet and the magic power of the black flame contained in the warhead.

The power to destroy the existence of Mortus, loaded with the power of the Soul Spark, began to burn their bodies, and naturally, upon seeing this, Nyarlathotep’s expression began to distort horribly. Is the avatar’s form gradually collapsing and finally on the verge of turning into a monster?

“Follow me, Clark.”

“…!”

And before me, Demon Sultan’s Chosen. Charles appeared.

“What on earth are you doing!?”

Elizabeth is very wary of Charles’ appearance and raises her sword. Of course, Charles came in front of me and spoke casually to Elizabeth. In the first place, not only was she unable to deal with Elizabeth yet, but this being was so strong that she barely managed to get one hit after I had been beaten by her.

This was paving the way, even though Nyarlathotep could be dealing with us right now.

The door to the space was opened, and instead of the underground waterway that was there earlier, the road to the accommodation where we were was left open.

“If you don’t want to die here, please follow this path and return. Normally, Nyarlathotep should not be involved here. Please understand that helping you here is not to restrict your actions, and you can do as you please like now. “If you kidnap me and force me to act, I can intervene too. You shouldn’t die here and you shouldn’t be forced to act. So, Clark, for making the choice and not giving in to coercion and pressure, the blessing of the Demon Sultan to you.”

“…What axis…Huh!?”

And the ashes of Niyog-Sotep, burning in black flames, begin to absorb towards me. And with that, Charles threw something to me, a pendant. Niyog-Sotep’s ashes entered the pendant, and Charles looked at it and said:

“This is a pendant that allows you to see memories. You can see the memories of those you have absorbed and even have some conversations with them. I hope you can talk to your mother with it.”

“I have no business talking to this bitch.”

“That’s freedom. I won’t force you to do anything. And next time I see you… I hope you’ll be stronger. Right now you’re weaker than me.”

Teabagging this again.

“If you twist it, be strong.”

“…”

Yes, if you twist it, you have to become stronger.

There is no way I can deal with Nyarlathotep intact here and now. After all, there are times when people need to fight, times when they need to run away, and times when they need to pounce and crush something. Now is the time to step down, and my sister agrees with that.

“Clarke, let’s go.”

My sister led my hand. Elizabeth also looks suspicious, but she is starting to grow bigger and the lumps of flesh are trying to trap us. A cosmic-sized monster was trying to grab hold of the land we were on and destroy it.

-I think I should leave the store!?

I was filled with anger.

Was he angry at me for not acting according to his intentions?

Honestly, dealing with him here and now is like committing suicide.

That’s why we headed to the accommodation through the portal that Charles opened.

“Next time I see you, I hope you show a little more growth.”

With Charles’ last words, the portal closed.

-…What are you doing!!!

Madness, mania. And Nyarlathotep, who runs rampant, vomiting mental disorders. Even though it was only for a moment, he skillfully laid a trap to the point of screwing over Clark, dragged Clark into this space, and even laid the plan so that he could kill Niyog-Sotep without using the black flame on the [Beast] Inside Clark.

Originally, this may have been Nyarlathotep’s purpose, but in the first place, there was only one order that Charles received from the Demon Sultan.

Watch for Nyarlathotep. If the rules are broken, intervene and take action.

…

He is truly an arbitrary god.

I’m probably not sane either.

That’s right.

Because it’s unbecoming of a god to do what Dick did to Clark, to fall into traps that normal people wouldn’t have fallen into, and to be deceived.

I don’t know what it means to be unbecoming of a god. At least from Charles’s perspective, they accepted this even though they knew it, and are now enjoying the situation itself.

“Why are you pretending to be angry when you’re not really angry? You’re so fucking stupid.”

-…Sheesh, that’s not fun. I never would have thought that someone from another world would use an item they used as their own weapon. And you’re no fun either.

Nyarlathotep clicked his tongue as he looked at the two shell casings on the floor.

-The next time I see that brazen little bastard, I will drag him to the banquet hall.

“Do whatever you want.”

-You won’t be able to intervene then?

Well? Wouldn’t the variables of that time arise again?

Although it was only for a moment, Clark was smart and was good at setting traps and catching fish to the point where he fooled Nyarlathotep.

After Nyarlathotep disappears, Charles’ gaze turns to the floor.

Pierre.

And I look at Pierre’s burning corpse.

-Quaaaaa!!! Ouch!!! Ahhh!! My body, my body is on fire!!! My soul, my being…The lower half of my body!!!!!! AA AA AA!!!!

He looks like he’s burning from the waist down.

Charles was laughing as he looked at Pierre, who was unable to have sex because the bullet had passed through a very bad place.

I should have put a bullet in this dick a long time ago.

If so, would they have been less hurt?

Charles’s eyes were filled with coolness as he thought of the women and himself who had to do just that, endure, endure, and follow orders and had to be hurt, and as he looked at Pierre, whose soul was burning and whose body was burning from the waist down and turning to ashes.

How relieved Charles felt when he saw Clark, Mira, and Elizabeth beating up Pierre.

He seems to be hitting more than he can.

Nevertheless, without being swayed by his emotions, he figured out Nyarlathotep’s intentions, dug a trap, and even dug another trap to fuck him.

Dick Johnson.

No.■■■.

His…Yeah, let’s say he’s his student.

His disciple was clever, and he was clever enough to fool Nyarlathotep once again.

-Char, Charles…Please save me. Save me… I don’t want to die like this. I don’t want to die like this – I barely survived, but I can’t believe I’m dying like this. It shouldn’t be like this. It would be unfair to die like this…

“Now then, let me ask you, Pierre. Do you remember how many tears flowed from the eyes of ∙■■■, ∙■■, and ∙■■■?”

-…

“Oh, you probably don’t remember. So this time, let’s ask a pretty famous question. Cry.”

Clap-

And then, to Pierre, who whined but did not shed a single tear, Charles took out his gun.

“Cry and prove your innocence.”

I don’t really think I’ll cry.

Even when I was human, if I wanted to make others cry, I would have cried, because I wasn’t the one to cry.

Although he showed irritation and anger, he never did so.

Even as his soul was burning and his soul energy was draining away, Pierre was unable to cry in the end.

And the gun is pointed at the soul – Pierre, who had been looking as if he were about to cry, laughs helplessly and looks at Charles and raises his middle finger.

-…I didn’t mean to save a bastard like you.

I guess so. Because the goal was simply to keep him alive and show it openly and cause him pain.

Taaaaang!!

A bullet fired into the soul.

And as he watched the black flames rapidly encroaching and burning the remaining remains of his soul, Charles chuckled.

She grabs her own neck.

…

Clark’s blow that instantly set his head on fire.

He did so while he was dying.

And I once again express my admiration for ■■■’s ability to train students.

■■■ Also fought well.

The face I want to see, the person I want to see.

And once again, the reality of having to fight and be separated from the person I wanted to be with.

In this reality, Charles just chuckles.

In the empty space left alone, Charles’s laughter echoes.

Like the scream of another monster.

-■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■!!!!