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Chapter 156: Raid...? (3)

Erniel couldn’t believe her eyes as the massive sword fell from the sky, but she quickly thought about how to deal with it and made a decision.

“Everyone, evade!”

If they could block the absurdly large sword falling from the sky, the ground forces might avoid significant damage.

But the problem was that the angels would need to use a combined spell to block the falling sword, leaving them vulnerable to the enemy.

And Erniel prioritized the lives of angels over humans.

Ka-ga-ga-ga-ga-k!

As soon as she gave the order, the angels scattered in all directions as if waiting for it. Erniel broke out in a cold sweat as she watched the sword continue to fall toward the angels below.

The ground was filled with the unending screams of humans.

“What is this-”

She also knew that Lartania possessed some level of unpredictable power.

After all, it was because of that unpredictable power that the Holy One had asked the heavens to send 1,000 angels to the ground.

But what she saw before her eyes was too close to a catastrophe to be dismissed as merely ‘unpredictable power’, so she frowned.

In the next moment.

“…!”

Erniel saw it.

In that split second she hadn’t noticed, a black-haired girl holding a sword appeared before her, floating in midair.

And then.

“So, you’re the leader.”

With those words.

Crack!

Erniel’s consciousness was abruptly severed.

After some time had passed, her consciousness, which had been forcibly submerged, resurfaced.

“Ugh-!”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

She winced in pain from the sharp ache in her head as she forced her eyes open.

“…Huh?”

In the next moment, she could see it.

A hellish scene spread out on the once-empty meadow.

On one side, the bodies of the soldiers who had marched with the angels were piled up like a mountain, and the ground was soaked with their blood.

Around these soldiers lay the angels who had descended from the heavens with her, all fallen and dead on the ground.

All with their wings broken.

And in the middle of this hellish scene.

“Is it over now?”

“It’s over.”

“Yes, it’s finished.”

They were standing there.

“So, it’s over, so hand over the sword.”

“Why should I?”

“Huh? Because that sword is mine, obviously!”

“You’re petty. Didn’t I tell you? That’s no artifact.”

“That’s your problem, not mine.”

“Hmph, you broke all the stuff the Lord bought and then regretfully gathered the pieces, and now you’re showing off.”

“…Are you done talking?”

“Fight here if you want, I’m going to see the Master.”

In the midst of this hell they had created, engaging in what could never be called a peaceful conversation, Erniel stared at them with a blank expression.

At that moment.

“Huh?”

“…!”

As if sensing Erniel’s gaze, Merilda, who had been speaking moments ago, turned to look at her.

“What the – you’re still alive? …See, you can’t even finish the job properly.”

“It was a mistake, just a mistake!”

With a sigh, Merilda spoke, and Rin, blushing slightly, retorted, staring at her with an annoyed expression before drawing a sword from the shadows and approaching Erniel without hesitation.

As Rin calmly approached to take her life, Erniel frowned but made no move.

She had already realized.

That at this point, no matter what she did, she couldn’t avoid death or even escape from them.

“…You have no respect for life.”

Realizing this, Erniel didn’t beg for her life but instead spoke those words to Rin.

“What?”

Seeing Rin frown as if she didn’t understand, Erniel continued.

“I’m saying you have no respect for life.”

“What, are you saying we should spare those who came to attack Him?”

Merilda, hearing those words, wore an incredulous expression, but Erniel began to speak-

“No, that’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what?”

“…At the very least, I’m saying you should feel the weight of the lives you’ve taken-”

Thud!

-She couldn’t finish.

Because Merilda, who had been standing far away just moments ago, had suddenly appeared and driven the sword Rin was about to draw into Erniel’s heart instead.

And then.

“You’re noisy.”

Erniel saw it – the red, uncaring gaze fixed on her.

“Guh-”

Seeing the utter lack of guilt or concern in her eyes as she took life, Erniel spoke.

“…Don’t think this ends with us. Now that we know of your existence, the Archangel will descend here.”

Erniel declared this as if pronouncing a judgment.

But Merilda listened indifferently to her words.

“Archangel or whatever, I don’t care. What’s important is whether or not you threaten the Master’s life. And if anyone dares to-”

Merilda’s red eyes gleamed menacingly as she spoke.

“-They will die by my hand.”

And with that, Erniel saw the two heroes behind Merilda staring at her.

“Even if it’s a god.”

And she let go of her consciousness.

In the past, when playing Arteil, heroes were essential not only in labyrinths but also in wars.

After all, the main content of Arteil was labyrinths and wars.

And in Arteil’s war content, it was the heroes who ultimately determined the outcome of battles.

Heroes in Arteil possessed the power to crush overwhelming numbers with their sheer strength alone.

But that didn’t mean all of Arteil’s war content was just about hero battles.

After all, there were certainly strong units in the game, even if weaker than heroes, and plenty of items existed to weaken the power of heroes.

Additionally, no matter how powerful a hero was, it was still challenging to deal with overwhelming numbers, so honestly, he was a bit worried.

He had been worried, but…

“…You dealt with them all?”

“Yes, Master!”

Seeing Merilda wagging her tail enthusiastically with a ‘Didn’t I do well!?’ expression, Kim Hyunwoo spoke with a curious look.

“…Are you okay?”

“Not a scratch!”

Merilda proudly twirled around to show off her unharmed body.

Indeed, Kim Hyunwoo couldn’t spot any injuries, and he was once again reminded of how incredible a 5.5-star hero was. Seeing her eagerly perked ears, he patted her head.

“♥”

As soon as he started patting her head, her expression relaxed, and she wagged her tail slightly. Kim Hyunwoo then turned his gaze to Rin and Charyll standing beside her.

“Thank you both for your hard work.”

“We only did what was necessary.”

“Same here.”

Nodding as if it was obvious, they both subtly shifted their gaze to Merilda.

More precisely, they glanced at Kim Hyunwoo’s hand on Merilda’s head and then subtly looked at him.

It was an overt expression, obvious to anyone.

If he were still under the restraint, he might not have noticed such a simple gesture, but now that the restraint was gone, Kim Hyunwoo smiled and patted their heads.

As if they had been waiting for it, Rin and Charyll welcomed his touch, and Kim Hyunwoo reminisced about the past.

‘…I’m pretty sure none of the heroes liked having their heads patted, except for Merilda.’

Kim Hyunwoo thought back to how, in Arteil, Rin had always shown clear dislike when head pats were dispensed, yet here she was, relishing his touch.

After stopping the angels’ advance in just a few hours, Kim Hyunwoo, a few hours later.

“Hmm-hmm, hello, Lord.”

“Yes.”

He had another chance to meet Adria, who hadn’t yet left the Lord’s castle.

“I came because you said you had something to tell me.”

Adria cautiously sat down and asked as she looked at Kim Hyunwoo.

Since it was indeed Kim Hyunwoo who had invited Adria to the castle today, he nodded and said,

“…Yes, I wanted to convey something to the Crimson Dragon, so I took the liberty of asking you here. Is that alright?”

He got straight to the point without hesitation.

“What? The Crimson Dragon-”

“I heard it from Merilda.”

“Oh.”

Hearing this, Adria fell silent.