“So, what would happen if we poured this cure on the zombie monsters… is that what you were going to ask?” I nodded emphatically, and Rosetta quickly scribbled the cure recipe onto a piece of parchment on the desk before handing it to me.
“If I may say so, Your Highness.”
“Yes.”
“I believe you will have to make a very generous donation to our temple this time.”
I grinned, took the recipe, and shouted outside the temple.
“Summon the production guild members and all the heroes! Right now!”
***
In the zombie apocalypse genre, the ultimate solution to saving the world is always the cure.
I never thought I’d be devising a tactic that involved ‘pouring’ the cure, though.
“I’m announcing Operation Carpet Curing!”
I shouted to the heroes gathered in the reception room.
“We will mass-produce the secured zombie plague cure and pour it over the heads of the advancing zombie monster horde!”
The heroes all stared at me with blank expressions. I grinned and tapped the blackboard.
“It’s similar to how we defeat undead monsters with divine magic. We’re eliminating the disease with medicine.”
“Well… even so…”
I continued to explain to the bewildered heroes.
“Oral administration of the cure is the most effective method, but tests have shown that it’s also effective when applied to the skin.”
Since we had a considerable number of patients, we were able to observe how the cure worked in various ways.
Mikhail, who had been listening to the story, swallowed hard, his voice thick with emotion.
“Our Sky Knights… are used to being experimented on…”
Hey, saying it like that makes me sound like a jerk, doesn’t it…? I cleared my throat and pointed to the outline of the operation drawn on the blackboard with my staff.
“So, the main thrust of this defense will be as follows!”
Tap, tap!
I tapped the blackboard and spoke in order.
“First! We will pour the mass-produced cure over the heads of the monsters advancing towards Crossroad. Second! We will repeat this process up to the field in front of Crossroad. Third! We will clean up the remaining zombie stragglers. End!”
I lowered my staff and looked around at the group.
“Any questions?”
Lukas immediately raised his hand. I gestured with my chin.
“Speak, model student.”
“My lord. Is there a way to produce that much cure?”
He’s cutting straight to the chase, as expected of my designated tackler [a person who directly addresses problems].
“I understand that the cure is effective against those infected with the zombie plague. However, to see a definite effect, a certain amount of the cure must be administered. I don’t think it’s possible to produce enough medicine to treat all those monsters in this short period.”
“Good point, Lukas.”
I nodded.
“That’s the tricky part… but before we address the mass production of the cure, I think we need to clarify this first.”
I glanced south.
Towards the direction where the enormous zombie monster horde was advancing, even at this moment.
“According to the analysis, the current size of the zombie monster horde advancing towards Crossroad is approximately 100,000.”
“… !”
The faces of those who heard the exact number turned pale.
The largest monster horde we had faced so far was the goblin horde.
(In terms of sheer numbers, it was the Fly King, but that guy was also an irregular case since he was merged into one.)
Back in Stage 15, the goblin horde that almost captured Crossroad numbered about 50,000.
Now, zombie monsters, whose individual size and power are much higher than goblins, are coming in more than double that number.
Of course, the goblin horde at that time had a remarkable commander, Kali-Alexandre, and the goblins were a well-trained army, even if their individual specs were insignificant.
On the other hand, this zombie horde, while having high individual specs, cannot move as an army at all. They are just a horde of zombies.
‘Even so, 100,000.’
It’s an absurd scale. The destructive power of the horde itself is at an all-time high.
“In the first place, it’s impossible to stop that many monsters with a cure bombardment.”
But it’s also not an option to just deal with them with a gunpowder bombardment.
I was convinced that this tactic using the cure was the most effective solution.
“So, the primary effect we’re aiming for with this cure bombardment is… to ‘weaken’ them.”
“Weaken… you say.”
“Yes. And the test results show that this ‘weakening’ is… sufficiently achievable with diluted cure.”
That’s right.
Dilute the cure with water. Like adding water to espresso to make an Americano! [a diluted espresso drink]
‘The point is to drink it deliciously and wake up, isn’t it!’
It was a statement that would make people from Earth-Italy have a fit, but I’m a proud member of the ‘Iced Americano Till I Die’ club, a Korean mindset holder. I have no qualms about dilution!
“When the diluted cure was applied, it was confirmed that even if it didn’t kill the zombie parasites, it significantly reduced the infected’s control over their bodies. In other words, the zombies’ combat power will drastically decrease.”
I poked the map attached to the side of the blackboard with my staff.
“So, for the next two days until they reach Crossroad, we will carefully and continuously apply the diluted cure thinly over their heads.”
Would you pour undiluted bleach when cleaning mold? It’s a waste, isn’t it? You have to dilute it with water and clean repeatedly to save bleach and keep the bathroom clean.
“And then, we will annihilate the remaining weakened monsters that reach the front of Crossroad all at once.”
I immediately turned my head to the side.
“Of course, even if we use it diluted, the fact that we need to mass-produce the cure remains unchanged. Currently, all the priests, mages, and alchemists belonging to the temple are gathered and working together on the production and replication of the zombie cure.”
Lily and the head of the alchemist guild, who received my gaze, nodded.
What’s the good thing about magic? It’s the power to turn these absurd orders from the boss into reality.
Fortunately, all kinds of potion ingredients, which can be called the raw materials for the cure, have been piled up as support supplies from all over the world.
It’s enough to make the cure in two days of all-nighters.
“And since the cure is in liquid form, our Mermaid King will use the power of the merfolk to help replicate the cure, even while leading his sick body.”
King Poseidon, who was leisurely lying in a portable bathtub and attending the meeting, was flustered and pointed at himself.
“Wait, me? I’m still sick, you know?”
I nonchalantly gestured with my chin.
“King Poseidon. Aren’t you still in your prime?”
“W-well, yes. I still want to live in my prime.”
“They say youth is supposed to be a little painful. It’s okay. Let’s go.”
“… ?”
Serenade appeared behind King Poseidon’s dazed face in his mobile bathtub, smiling.
“Shall we go, Mermaid King?”
“Huh? Uh, uh?”
Serenade grabbed the bathtub handle and rolled it out. The alchemists who were waiting grabbed King Poseidon from both sides and disappeared somewhere. King Poseidon’s belated scream echoed through the mansion hallway and faded away.
‘Let’s use your strength one last time before retirement, King Poseidon.’
I nodded to myself when I saw someone else raise their hand.
It was Hannibal and the spiritists. When I gestured with my chin, Hannibal carefully looked around and said.
“Um, Your Highness. If it’s about replicating the liquid cure, we might be able to help…”
“Water spirits, huh? Good. I’ll ask you, Hannibal.”
After finishing the meeting on the mass production and replication of the cure.
I raised my voice to the remaining heroes.
“But just weakening the zombie monsters like this doesn’t mean the battle is over. We will eventually have to directly annihilate the monsters that withstand the cure bombardment and reach the front of Crossroad.”
Tension flashed across the heroes’ faces.
“Especially since the condition of the south wall of Crossroad is not good. I know you must be very worried about having to face them directly.”
Everyone nodded slightly at my words.
In the end, the repair of the south wall was not completed. It maintains its shape, but it is impossible to see it functioning as an actual wall.
I wonder if the repairs will be completed even by the final battle, let alone this defense. It’s a worrying situation.
So, how are we going to handle the zombie wave in this situation?
“To solve this problem, our various races and the blacksmiths have been working hard all this time.”
Kellybay, who was listening to the story, nodded. Berdandi and Kuilan were looking at the back of the boastful bald dwarf with dissatisfaction.
The other heroes, who didn’t know what was going on, blinked in confusion. I grinned.
“Now, my heroes.”
With the heart of Santa Claus handing out presents to children on Christmas, I took out a new drawing and attached it to the blackboard.
“I will introduce the ‘new wall’ of our monster front that we have been making!”
Flap…!
The material attached to the blackboard.
Seeing the bird’s-eye view and the operating method of the ‘new wall’ depicted there, all the heroes who had not heard the news until now opened their mouths wide.
“What…”
“No way.”
“Could that be… !”
Good reactions! This is why I do new product presentations!
I couldn’t hide the smile on my face as I glanced at the bird’s-eye view attached to the blackboard.
‘After all, the one who broke it should take responsibility and restore it with their own body.’
That’s the way of the world, isn’t it?
Isn’t that right, Night Bringer?
***
The mass production and replication of the cure went smoothly.
In particular, an unexpected jackpot hit, and it was Hannibal.
As a result of Hannibal spinning the spirit gacha [a lottery-like system] with the [Mountain God’s Axe]…
Flash-!
“Another rainbow color?!”
Another Spirit King! Hannibal’s gacha luck is insane! From now on, I should leave everything that needs to be drawn to him!
And what was summoned… was the Water Spirit King, who appeared at the perfect timing!
“100 percent bonus on this month’s salary, Hannibal.”
“Hehe… I was just lucky.”
Thus.
With the combined efforts of the Mermaid King’s power and the Water Spirit King, the already prepared cure was multiplied several times in an instant.
I don’t know what principle they use to manipulate liquids to replicate the cure, but magic is awesome! I’m telling you, the cure is being copied!
Once a sufficient amount was prepared, La Mancha immediately prepared to fly south again. The aircraft and pilots were accumulating fatigue from continuous flights, but the situation was urgent.
The air force mobilized for this ‘Carpet Curing’ operation was La Mancha, and…
“Are you going to be okay?”
“Of course, Prince Ash.”
Mikhail grinned and adjusted the reins of his griffin.
And about 20 griffins.
The Sky Knights were all being treated at the temple, but only half of the griffins were infected, and the rest were fine.
Mikhail was the first to suggest using these healthy griffins for the cure bombardment operation.
“Controlling over 20 griffins by yourself seems difficult.”
“My griffin is also the leader of the pack.”
Mikhail thumped his chest.
“Griffin blood also flows in my heart. Don’t worry. I’ll lead them well.”
“…”
“And griffins are very intelligent animals. They will be able to handle the cure spraying without much difficulty.”
I was worried about the success of the operation and the griffins, but I was also worried about Mikhail.
Last time, he lost all his subordinates, and this time, he almost lost his new subordinates and wives. He could have rested while nursing his wives at the temple without saying a word.
“I’m also a king now, Ash. I’m in a position where I have to protect the lives of all my people waiting in my northern homeland.”
Mikhail showed a more mature smile on his still young face.
“And I know that to protect my country, I must first protect this front line.”
“…”
“Then, I’ll be back.”
I quietly watched Mikhail’s back as he boarded La Mancha with the griffins after a short salute.
He was like a naive child back then, but he’s grown up so much.
“…Everyone is growing up so much.”
On this front line, in the face of the trials they each face, everyone, regardless of age or gender, is growing taller in their hearts.
When this winter ends, and all the invasions are over.
Will I be able to see the 모습 [appearance] of each person who has finished growing?
“…”
After putting away my thoughts about the distant future.
I watched the airship leaving the hangar until the end before turning around.
The operation has been established. The route has been confirmed.
Now, all that’s left is to face it with all our strength.
“Then, shall we prepare to welcome our guests!”
In preparation for the zombie march that will come from the south.
It was time to prepare our Crossroad’s specialty, the trap festival, which the monster guests love to death.