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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒𝟖: 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭 (4)
As he finished reloading, he pulled the trigger. Blood-red electricity surged through the rails, propelling the high-explosive armor-piercing shell forward with extreme acceleration.
A single line of blood shot out, striking the black veil once more. This time, it didn’t stop easily. It tore through the black veil and pierced the witch behind it, exploding violently.
Kwaaaang!
The witch at the center of the magic circle exploded, and the surrounding witches were also caught in the blast and fell to the ground. Meanwhile, Oswald took out a potion and gulped it down before hurriedly leaving the spot.
As soon as he jumped down from the third floor, various spells rained down on the place where he had been standing, and the building soon collapsed with a loud crash.
Kwakwakwang!
Oswald quickly hid himself in a nearby building. Soon, witches flocked to the place where he was.
Thanks to his high stealth level, Oswald remained hidden and observed the situation outside.
Fortunately, the black veil had disappeared, presumably due to the collapse of one of the five-pointed stars, and the citizens who had been showing signs of frenzy had collapsed from exhaustion.
With this, Oswald switched the Blood Demon back to its original form and began loading dispel magic bullets into the Winchester V11. These were bullets he had crafted specifically to counter the magic formation.
Even so, they were not very effective against high-ranking wizards, but they could still have some effect on magic.
Since he was dealing with witches, it wouldn’t hurt to test the effectiveness of the dispel magic bullets. If worse came to worst, he could always use the cursed Plague Grimore or the Blood Deamon to deal with them.
After finishing his preparations, Oswald emerged from the building and aimed at a witch flying through the sky. He calculated the speed and direction of her flight, moved his aiming line ahead of her, and pulled the trigger.
Ta-aang!
Shuaak. Peureuk!
The bullets flew at an incredible speed, so even witches who used magic wouldn’t be able to maintain a constant shield and were bound to be sniped.
Moreover, since it was a large-caliber rifle designed to fight large monsters, a direct hit could instantly kill them without giving them a chance to cast a healing spell.
After pushing the lever to reload again, Oswald quickly ran through the alley and hid himself in another location. He then took an anti-aircraft shooting position and aimed at the chest of the witch who was hovering in the air.
Ta-aang! Peureuk!
In this way, Oswald steadily reduced the number of witches flying in the air. He would have liked to fight them head-on, but. . . the sheer number of witches was a problem.
Also, were they somehow connected to the liberal revolutionaries? He had been attacked by those revolutionaries earlier.
‘𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵. . . 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮?’
With the power of the cursed artifacts, he could easily massacre them. However, he hesitated to use them because the Order of Knights of Order and other onlookers might mistake him for a Chaos worshiper.
Just as Oswald was hesitating! A massive explosion occurred among the witches who were gathering to repair the magic circle.
Kuwaaaaang!
More accurately, it would be more correct to say that they were engulfed in the explosion.
The explosion, which started from the south of the witches, spread out like a fan, engulfing everything in front of it.
Perhaps it was because it happened suddenly. . . or perhaps they didn’t sense any warning signs. . . the witches were caught in the explosion and vanished without a trace.
‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. . . . . .?’
At that moment, a man emerged from the explosion. He was dressed in New Continent cowboy attire, with a magitech exoskeleton on his right arm. With the help of the exoskeleton, he was holding a huge fusion cannon.
Just by looking at it. . . it seemed to have the body of a grenade launcher with a revolving magazine, the barrel of a modern pump-action shotgun, and the size of the muzzle alone was reminiscent of a 155mm field gun.
It was a bizarre gun with a scope and various magic stones mounted on it. Then, in his remaining left hand, he held a cigar with an air of nonchalance. Oswald knew well the man who looked like this.
‘𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥. . . 𝘉𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘔𝘤𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘦.’
They were a brotherhood operating in the New Continent, and he was a hero, a musketeer who had risen to the rank of Grand Master as a gunslinger.
The right eye seemed to be covered with an eye patch, but it was actually a magitech aiming scope. Since the zero point was aligned with the direction of the muzzle, he could shoot accurately without having to take a shooting stance and aim with the scope.
“Tsk. hoooo. . . Hey, you over there!”
At that moment, Blast Grave, who had turned his head directly towards Oswald, called out to him in a loud voice.
Oswald knew that the other party was not an enemy, so he revealed himself and approached him.
“Are you the demon hunter?”
‘𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘮𝘦?’
“You’re just a cripple without magic. . . I don’t know what Valerian is thinking.”
“. . . . . .”
Although he was insulted as a cripple without magic in front of him, Oswald didn’t feel particularly bad. He had chosen this character to clear this scenario in the first place, so if he felt bad, he should blame himself, the Oswald inside who chose this character and was dragged into this world.
‘𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯. . . . . .’
One of the four founding members of the Dark Brotherhood, and the only surviving founder and current leader of the brotherhood. The golden wizard, Valerian.
‘𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 200 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘰. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯. . . 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘙𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺.’
Valerian, who was the crown prince of the Imperial Empire 200 years ago, was the eldest son and an 8th Circle Grand Wizard. He was highly regarded as someone who would become the most powerful emperor. However, he suddenly disappeared one day.
At least, before he disappeared, he had a son who was the crown prince, and that child was the grandson of the emperor, so the issue of succession was resolved with only a little noise (Valerian’s brothers claimed their right to succession and rebelled, but the Senate, which did not want chaos in the empire during the unification war, unanimously supported the grandson).
‘𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘗𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘝𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯. . . . . .’
If a kinship test was conducted, the result would probably be over 95%.
‘𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰. . .’
The kinship test was a sacred magic that only high-ranking priests could perform.
10 centuries ago. . . when the continent was in chaos, many believers had to be separated from their families. At that time, a believer prayed to God. . . saying that he wanted to find his child, but the war was so long that he couldn’t remember his child’s face.
Chronos granted the high priests with sacred magic to identify kinship and parentage, and the priests spread the noble will of Chronos to the world, solving many problems of separated families.
‘𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥. . . 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘴.’
“Hey, cripple. What are you thinking?”
“I was trying to figure out who you are.”
“So? What’s the conclusion?”
“Dark Brotherhood.”
“Hoo? You may not have magic, but you have plenty of other things, huh? You certainly have the potential for a demon hunter. If only you had magic, I would have been tempted to take you as my disciple. Anyway, I’ll take care of things here. . . so you, the cripple, go back to your original position.”
With those words, Blast Grave began to move as if he were taking a light walk. It was definitely a light walk, but. . . with each step he took, he seemed to be folding space as if he were using a shrinking spell.
‘𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘴. . . 100𝘮?’
It was a sight that reminded him of a hallway ghost from the manga.
‘𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. . . 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. . . 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦.’
Oswald climbed back up to the rooftop and quickly headed towards where the Saintess was.
His destination was the port. The royal ship of Britannia, which was to take him to Birmingham, the capital of Britannia, was currently waiting at the port.
Moreover, Oswald had told them to go to the port before he left, so it was best to go there and join them.
A while later. . . the bustling port.
The Royal Navy of Britannia was stationed there, maintaining a strict guard with a defensive line established.
“Who goes there!”
As Oswald suddenly descended from the sky, the British Navy aimed their Piper series rifles at him, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.
“Calm yourselves, he is from our side, a Paladin.”
Soon, Battalion Commander Lorenzo appeared and confirmed Oswald’s identity.
“You’ve succeeded in your mission, Sir Oswald.”
“Yes, it’s been taken care of somehow. Where is the Saintess?”
“She is currently on board the ship.”
“Why haven’t you left yet?”
“She said she couldn’t leave until you arrived. . . . . .”
“Tsk. . . . . . Then let’s go right away.”
“Yes, preparations for departure have already been completed.”
After that, the ship carrying the Saintess left the port of Calais and headed for the Strait of Calais, escorted by five Royal Navy warships.
‘𝘈𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘢?’
Five steam battleships. They had a four-deck structure, and dozens of magic cannons were mounted on the three decks excluding the top deck.
‘𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵.’
🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
“Cough. . . . . .”
“Hey, witch. What are you up to?”
“Kkukkukku. . . . . . The day of the apocalypse is coming. . . You will surely die.”
“That apocalypse crap. . . . . . It was there 100 years ago too. When is that apocalypse going to come?”
“Soon. . . . . . The apocalypse will come upon you.”
“I heard that 100 years ago too. Just leave me alone.”
The 155mm muzzle was pointed at her head, and soon the witch disappeared with an explosion.
“Hm. . . . . .”
Blast Grave’s original target wasn’t the witches in the first place. He was on his way to assassinate the king of the Kingdom of Britannia. . . but the fact that the liberal revolutionaries, who should have the same goal as him, had joined hands with the absolute evil ‘Chaos worshipers’ was unsettling.
“To fight evil with evil. . . . . . But this time, the evil is. . . absolute evil.”
Ordinary ‘evil’ might have room for redemption, but ‘absolute evil’ was immutable. There was certainly a 0.1% chance of redemption, but. . . it was too dangerous to leave it alive because of that 0.1%.
“I guess. . . I’d better clean up the revolutionaries here before I deal with the king.”
Their intentions, beliefs, and ideologies were good. However, if their means were absolute evil, they could be subject to disposal no matter how much they shared the same intentions.
Blast Grave started to move. . . and soon, the British revolutionaries were wiped out. As for the revolutionaries on the island that could be considered the mainland of Britannia, the disappearance of their comrades who had been in the interior would inevitably lead to a shrinkage in their activities.
Similarly, the Witch Society of Zion also suffered a huge blow and went into hiding, thanks to which the Kingdom of Britannia was able to find some stability.
“The rough outline is done, and now I should go after the king’s balls.”
He had already been nagged by Valerian, the leader, for dawdling.
🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸🔸
As Blast Grave was about to head towards the British mainland, Oswald’s Saintess entourage was disembarking at the Port of London.
‘𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥.’
Looking at the British mainlanders with their slightly different architectural styles and attire, Oswald could only hope that nothing would happen this time.