Player Who Became A Constellation [EN]: Chapter 129

129

“Goddamn it-!”

Hellaeus cursed.

He, Yuma, and the Black Inquisitors were fleeing in terror.

He recalled what had happened.

They had discovered a secret passage at the end of the corridor and were ‘transferred’ to some space.

And the place they arrived at was this underground dungeon.

And now, they faced the cause of their escape.

They looked back.

Kukukukukung-!

Skeletons chasing after them at high speed.

“…Monstrous bastards!”

Skeletons, each one at the level of a Death Knight? Could such an absurd dungeon exist in the barbarians’ base!

Still, they weren’t unbeatable.

Hellaeus smashed dozens of them, and the Black Inquisitors also struggled, reducing their numbers.

However, the reduced numbers were ‘restored’ again.

As time passed, skeletons crawled out, breaking through the dungeon walls.

It was as if this dungeon, no, Valhalla Palace, was alive, spewing out monsters to digest the intruders.

‘At least it’s fortunate that only a limited number are maintained?’

Among the Black Inquisitors, a monk unleashed divine power.

He drew on the walls with his staff, casting magic.

Divine power spread around.

They searched here and there to escape this maze-like dungeon.

“Oh, there’s a place that looks like a cavity on the right!”

They ran according to the monk’s words and were able to reach a huge hall.

“This is…?”

Hellaeus and Yuma looked up.

Before them was a door made of huge stone slabs.

Hellaeus, Yuma, and the Black Inquisitors stared at the door, bound by numerous huge iron chains, with surprised eyes.

The sacred energy seemed to protect the door.

‘These aren’t ordinary chains.’

Yuma felt the extraordinary energy dwelling in the chains.

It was as if the door had been forcibly sealed.

“A, a dead end?”

The monk looked back.

Skeletons.

They were only watching them from between the entrances of the huge cave hall.

“…What is it?”

Yuma frowned.

It was because they were no longer chasing after them.

And he could understand the reason.

As the skeleton reached out its hand-.

Kwajijijik-!

Sparks flew, and the skeleton’s hand burned and disappeared.

The skeletons aimed their bows and shot.

The arrows were blocked by a ‘transparent wall’ and bounced off.

Ttak ttak-!

Kkiaaaaaak!

The skeletons gnashed their teeth or screamed.

The skeletons were blocked by an invisible barrier and could no longer approach them.

“A barrier?”

Yuma’s eyes widened. Then he turned his head and looked at the stone slabs.

Strange patterns engraved everywhere.

The sight of something huge there judging humans.

“…Beautiful.”

Yuma had a blissful expression at the sight of the world collapsing.

And looking at the huge door, he said to the monks.

“Can you open that door?”

“Yes? Ah, please wait a moment.”

The black monk came forward.

He examined the door here and there and nodded.

“…It’s an amazingly high-level magic, but it seems to have a surprisingly simple structure, so I think I can open it. But it seems like it will consume a lot of divine power.”

“Then open it.”

“…A, are you sure?”

The monk looked at the murals around him.

The murals, full of vividness and grandeur, seemed to imply something.

In particular, there must have been a reason why the monstrous skeletons in front of them were guarding it.

Feeling uneasy, the monk asked again for confirmation, but Yuma glared at the monk with a cold face.

“Open it.”

“…I understand.”

The monk put his staff on the door and muttered an incantation.

The huge door vibrated as light rune letters were engraved on it.

“That door shouldn’t be opened.”

At that time, a blunt voice echoed from behind.

Yuma turned his head and could see an old man walking out.

The old man with white hair and white eyes, wearing a long robe that dragged on the floor, was walking with a rough staff in his hand.

The way he was walking casually among the skeletons showed that he was no ordinary old man.

‘A necromancer?’

Could that be the one who handles the monstrous undead here?

The old man guarding the door, the Shaman, smiled and said.

“Get away from that door.”

“You, a cult’s sorcerer.”

“I won’t say it twice. I told you to get away right now.”

“Shut up. There’s no reason to follow a demon worshiper-.”

Thud-.

The old man’s figure disappeared.

The moment he recognized that, Yuma’s face turned to the side.

“Huh?”

Right next to him, the old man who had appeared a moment ago was punching him.

“What-.”

…Strength!?

Yuma’s jaw was crushed. He bounced and rolled on the floor several times before finally stopping against the wall.

Yuma raised his gaze and widened his eyes.

The old man threw off his fluttering robe.

Underneath the stripped top, muscles like steel could be seen.

Unlike his face, there were no wrinkles on his muscles.

Resilient, tough skin, veins bulging on it, and various scars crossing his entire body.

A strong body that mages who only read books in temples, caves, or magic towers could never see was before his eyes.

“…He’s no ordinary old man.”

“Don’t underestimate me too much. I am the Shaman of the Nord tribe.”

The Shaman had been the mediator who had been leading and connecting the Nord tribe since ancient times.

In order to mediate the strongest and nearly uncontrollable Nord tribe, corresponding force was needed.

Magic is essential, and one must not be weak in close combat.

This is why the Nord tribe does not resist the Shaman, a mere magician.

Currently, excluding the divine ability users in Asgard, he is an individual who cannot even defeat Kudan.

A being who has coordinated the traditions and rules of hundreds of Nord tribes for hundreds of years.

“You’re a hundred years too early to take on this Shaman. Brat.”

He was the mediator of the Nord tribe, the Shaman.

***

The capital of Asgard was in chaos.

“Everyone is in danger! Lock the doors tightly!”

“Do not leave your homes until the alert is lifted!”

“Those who have nowhere to go, evacuate to the shelter immediately!”

Nord soldiers were running around busily, shouting.

The Nord people went straight into their homes and locked the doors.

Even in the early morning, when a large crowd gathered and the bustling market suddenly lost its people, the foreign delegations who came here for diplomatic purposes were seized with anxiety.

“W, what’s going on?”

“I, I heard a plague has spread!”

“What? P, plague?”

“Worm Fest! They’re saying the demon’s plague has spread!”

“……!”

“Y, you’re right, it’s a country of cultists! That’s why it spread!”

“Ah! O, Azellan Constellation!”

The people of the continent, deeply influenced by the Azellan Church, screamed, and the Nord soldiers who were announcing the evacuation frowned at those people.

“Before you find your god, why don’t you run away first? I heard that Valhalla Palace is properly suppressing the plague, so it’s not that dangerous. But just in case…”

“S, suppress? Hah, suppress that plague? What nonsense…!”

“Why hide here when you don’t know when the dead will attack?”

“I’m leaving this country! I will survive!”

At that time, the alleyways of the city center were noisy.

“Kkaaaaaak-!”

A swarm of Wight [undead creatures] wriggled and poured out of the narrow alley like a wave.

“…Huh?”

Cancun, who was evacuating people, frowned at the group of Wight.

“Uwaaaak!”

“Wo, Worm Fest!”

The people remaining in the city center screamed and ran away.

“Wait, everyone, don’t scatter-!”

Despite Cancun’s warning, everyone scattered.

The Wight sensed the movement and moved quickly, riding on the walls and rooftops of buildings.

“Ah….”

No matter how much she says, they don’t listen.

The Nord people who have received evacuation training listen to her, but the foreign delegations and strangers who came from foreign countries are in a panic and are busy running away, so there was no way to protect them.

‘If I make a mistake, it will become a diplomatic problem!’

It is her mission to protect the city center.

If someone dies or gets hurt, it is her responsibility.

Above all, Aum had repeatedly emphasized that Asgard is in the most important period right now.

If the delegation’s safety is endangered, it will instill distrust in Asgard’s security issues.

‘It’s hard to exert my strength in the city!’

If she swings her sword wrong, the city will be destroyed immediately.

She threw herself and cut down the Wight one by one.

At that time-.

“Huh?”

There was someone in her eyes.

Black and white hair fluttering, as if slowly descending from the sky.

The sight was so beautiful that Cancun came up with one word.

‘Angel?’

The woman in jet-black armor landed gently on the floor, holding a crimson greatsword.

And she swung the greatsword.

A crimson evil spirit popped out and flew towards the Wight, slaughtering them in an instant.

“…Lady Helga!”

Cancun’s eyes widened.

She knew she was no ordinary person, but she killed so many Wight with just one swing.

Without any damage to the city center!

“Handle it now.”

At Helga’s words, Cancun nodded.

She commanded the soldiers and eliminated the other Wight.

She also grabbed the back of the necks of the delegation in panic and shouted.

“Everyone this way-!”

“Wa, wait, I can walk on my own! So…!”

“No. If you get scared and run away again, it will be difficult to escort you!”

Cancun sighed deeply and looked at Valhalla Palace in the distance.

‘It’s been quite a while since I’ve been on patrol. It seems like Valhalla Palace is also in an emergency….’

She believed that Aum and Per would handle it well there.

But it was hard to shake off the anxiety.

She wanted to go to Valhalla Palace, but if she left the city, it would turn into hell in an instant.

“…What should I do?”

“What to do? What are you talking about?”

Cancun was startled by the familiar voice, and the expression she had been anxious about a moment ago disappeared, and she turned around with a bright expression.

“Lord Loki!”

Loki and Celot.

The two arrived in the capital of Asgard.

***

The Shaman widened his eyes.

This was the first time he had seen a human withstand the blow he had unleashed.

Above all, the one who seemed to be the leader of this group stood up unharmed.

The tattered jawbone wriggled, and worms popped out.

It solidified firmly, forming bones, and blood vessels, muscles, and skin wrapped around it, connecting the nerves.

Completely recovered, he glared at the Shaman as if to kill him.

‘Worm Fest?’

Worm Fest had now restored the man whose jaw had been blown away.

Good heavens… He harbored the plague that had plunged the continent into terror, but how could his ego not collapse?

‘Well… I wondered why the Holy Order guys developed something like Worm Fest.’

It seems that it was not created simply to dominate the continent.

It was definitely strange.

Worm Fest was a difficult weapon to control. That would be no different for the Holy Order.

No matter how many paladins there are, they will not be able to handle thousands or tens of thousands of Wight.

But if they developed it to the point where they ‘implant it in their bodies and do not even lose their ego,’ then the story is different.

They have gained the power to conquer the world.

“Cult old man.”

“……?”

“No matter how monstrous you are…. It seems ‘He’ hasn’t noticed.”

At that time, the Shaman’s back was pierced.

Pook-!

A sword pierces through his chest.

“Cough-!”

The Shaman spat out the regurgitated blood and turned his head back.

‘When?!’

There was an old man behind him.

The emaciated old man was smiling, holding a long sword.

“…Of course, he wouldn’t notice.”

The old man put strength into his neck and said in an arrogant tone.

“In the past, this body also stabbed the Demon King in the back. Assassinating an old man is as easy as pie. I pierced his heart….”

The hero, Hellaeus, said with a smile.

“Now die-.”

The Shaman grabbed the sword that had pierced his chest and broke it.

“Huh?”

He rotated his body, pulled the shortened sword from his body, and punched Hellaeus in the solar plexus.

Hellaeus, whose chest had exploded, looked at the Shaman.

“Hoo….”

The Shaman knelt down. But only for a moment, he took out a potion from his waist and drank it.

The pierced chest is recovering.

It far exceeds the healing power of Worm Fest.

“……!!!”

Hellaeus’s chest, which had also burst due to Worm Fest, was gradually recovering.

But it wasn’t as fast as the Shaman.

Hellaeus looked up at the bizarre sight while kneeling.

“Are you… immortal?”

“This body is just a priest who receives the blessing of the Constellation.”

The Shaman rotated his body.

A clean roundhouse kick with force applied to his leg.

He kicked Hellaeus’s head as it was.

“Nothing more and nothing less.”