A Sleepy Summoner Wants To Rest

104 – 2. ■■’S Summoner (49)

#104

Inside the castle, which is so wide that it would not be strange to mistake it for a palace, a large number of works were displayed as if reminiscent of a museum.

I felt strangely uncomfortable, perhaps because of the combination of the soft lighting and the dreary atmosphere.

Of course, it is probably because of the bizarre appearance of the works that account for the greatest proportion of the discomfort.

None of these are normal.

Women, men, children, and the elderly were spread out inconsistently with Jung-gu heating, but the only commonality was found.

Despair.

Paintings, stone statues, sculptures, and works of art all had human figures added to them, and their expressions were always stained with despair.

Ignoring them, I move forward.

There was a huge hall in front of the continuous corridor, and there were countless stairs leading to it.

Even though it is a place reminiscent of a podium at a ballroom, there is no moment to miss the gloomy atmosphere. It was because there were stone statues of people screaming as if they were going to replace people.

“I feel bad.”

Those were my pure feelings after seeing that work. No, should I say ‘I have a bad hobby’ in this case?

“Huh, is that so? Do you like me?”

I raised my head to the place where I heard the sound of a woman’s voice that I heard the moment I was positioned exactly in the center of the hall.

My first impression was ‘noble’ itself.

If the high-ranking vampires I’ve met so far were third-rate acting nobles, that woman was so perfectly noble that there was no doubt that she was an aristocrat the moment she saw it.

The silver hair, which seemed to be washed by moonlight, had a blue light, creating a sense of mystery.

As the red pupils, reminiscent of a kaleidoscope, half-opened and bent finely, the long fangs in her mouth peeked out.

“Whoa, staring at me with such a passionate gaze… Did you fall for me too?”

The atmosphere of the vampire who covered her mouth with a hairy fan in her hand as if to cover it up felt a completely different spirit from the top.

‘That b*tch is the boss.’

I’m not even half of Lee Se-rin’s half of what I’m doing, but from the point of view of resembling that b*tch even a little bit, my inner liking is no different from the bottom.

I could feel it from the eyes of that b*tch looking at me.

That vampire and Lee Se-rin are the same. As if to wrap it up, the way of thinking underlying it regards humans and me as simple toys.

Se-Rin Lee deceives people for fun. She tricks, embellishes, and slowly entangles them. She then enjoys watching her unravel it.

That woman kills ‘cattle’ for despair. I can know that I am connected to Siege through [Link]. Fragments of the soul, fragments of thoughts, were contained inside the eerie structures that I had seen so far, as if they were sealed.

Without a single detail of that.

A mixture of two or three is a nobleman. There are so many souls that permeate the inside of the terrible painting behind that woman that it is difficult to even count them. Of course, it was constantly whispering her curse and death to that woman.

“Valencia de Noire.”

At my words, the woman, Valencia, raised her eyebrows. He wondered why I knew his name. But it soon turned into interest.

“Ah, I thought some of the little boys on the city side had disappeared, but you killed them?”

I didn’t answer. But that alone is not the only answer. At that, Valencia laughed. I also generate magic. Because she got confirmation that she was her boss.

“I am not a member of the Seonghwangcheong, but I am a person who hunts vampires… It will be a fun collection after a long time.”

A dark red aura began to flow around the woman in line with the figure of the shadow slowly dissolving. When I strengthened my eyesight with magical power, I could see that those were finely scattered blood drops.

That woman…No, that ‘boss’ has to hold out until I evolve the others. A means to make vampires constantly ask for support, and have a blind purpose of saving them.

This is the base work for that.

Shadows quickly erode the world. The annoying thing about this method is that I can’t get myself off the ground. In the first place, the shadow quickly loses its effect the moment it leaves my body.

It is not for nothing that weaving loose shadows like threads when shooting an arrow.

Being able to emit shadows like this is a skill that is only possible because of the overwhelming magical power created through the [Subjugator]. The essence of this shadow is in the ‘clothes’.

“Ahahahaha, you are using an interesting trick.”

Chaoak

As her fan unfolds, bloody energy flies along its trajectory. It aimed at the shadow and fired, but it could not see any significant blow. The shadow, which had stopped for an instant, immediately moves again and erodes the surroundings. For the first time, a smile hardened on the corner of the boss’s mouth.

“…How about this?”

Whoop!!

The wind of blood blows. The blades of blood that were quickly scattered in all directions imitated the shape of the wind and flew around.

Tooung~

But even that was not enough to defeat the shadow. Of course, that doesn’t mean it didn’t work. I could see that I was manipulating the shadows.

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The moment that blood touched the shadow, that part petrified. Literally, the shadow is hard as stone.

When I first arrived here, I saw the bizarre statues I had seen all the way here, and I roughly guessed that she might have these abilities, and it fit very well.

So I made a plan. Even if it becomes petrified, it pours more than twice as much mana before it is revealed, replacing it as if it were covering the hardened part with another shadow.

It’s kind of a trick. You might think that it is a waste of magic, but more than that, it was important to give the enemy the illusion that “Attacks don’t work.”

Actually, that woman was completely caught up in the numbers.

The more arrogant and disrespectful they are, the more confident they are in their own power. That’s why such people quickly collapse from the moment their power does not work.

Irritability arises, I lose my composure, and I begin to get angry that I had such a ‘weak’ thought.

Through that anger, he is trying to turn away from the fact that he harbored weak feelings.

That woman is similar to Lee Se-rin. However, if there is one thing that is crucially different, it is the difference in perspective.

Serin Lee is a transcendentalist. Although she is in the position of the overwhelming strong, she takes on herself and plays the weak side. She wants to be liked rather than awe. She is so adept at playing with people’s minds that she is considered shrewd.

No matter what kind of pain and agony awaits, she is a serious hedonist who is willing to accept it if it is for her own ‘fun’.

But that woman is different.

Because he is a lofty aristocrat, he does not try to understand the following. He is a person with a self-centered mindset who treats humans as livestock and treats them with disdain.

The difference between Lee Se-rin, who knows and understands everything and enjoys it from the point of view of a transcendent, and that woman who is satisfied with the halfway strong position of a simple ‘noble’, is small, but big.

A gap in understanding.

The difference between Lee Se-rin, who knows everything and willingly ‘enjoys’ by assuming that she loses, and that arrogant woman who doesn’t even assume the future itself, that she loses, is truly the difference between heaven and earth.

So she can never beat me. If I didn’t know this Serene, she’d been with me for more years and years than that.

That’s why she is confident that she can cook that kind of dish better than anyone else.

After creating the atmosphere, the next step is to instill a sense of intimidation. She brings her down to the position of her prey with her thoroughness, which she always thought was her hunting side.

It’s to let you know that no matter how hard you try, it’s useless so that you, not anyone else, can think that way.

“This can’t be…Why is my power…”

Embarrassed, seeing the boss who draws her blood and creates the shape of her whip, I sense her presence, which she had deliberately blocked in order not to give her time to figure out her situation, with her mana. Put on

As the liveliness was added to the naturally added [Charisma], The already pale complexion became even paler.

“Ah…Ah…”

I narrowed my eyes even more coldly at the natural moan that flowed from her mouth, which was gradually turning to earthy color. However, the will contained in it was able to be conveyed more intensely than anyone else.

The proof is the reaction of the boss who stiffened up with the whip he had made. In fact, the atmosphere has completely turned this way. Then, from now on, it’s time for a play that isn’t poetic.

In order for that woman to forget her status as a member of the duke’s family and survive, we have to organize a plan to call as many people as possible.

“I was expecting a little bit because it is the lineage of the duchy, but in the end, is it this much?”

As if sincerely lamenting, it imprints on the object in front of you that it is not even worth seeing anymore. With that, the preparation is complete. The nightmare that will continue for a long time begins now.

“Everyone, you…no, who are you?”

Her tone became more polite. Perhaps because of my overwhelming magic power and fire magic, they mistakenly thought that they were their own people when they saw the dark red eyes shining like blood.

No, that’s what you want to think.

I am not afraid of humans. There’s no way a human can generate such power. That is a monster that imitates a human.

Thinking that way, he must be trying to rationalize himself. Lament flowed naturally at that meager way of thinking. How stupid. I don’t feel it’s worth talking about anymore.

Perhaps they were positioned as the strongest in ‘this world’. That’s why it may be that I can’t admit to being like me all the more.

In order to pierce the accident, I personally snapped my fingers with magical energy.

Perfect!

“Come out.”

The thing surrounded on all sides is a shadow. And those who appear through my magic soon flow out of the shadows.

Chi Ling!

The first thing that appeared was the flames of the underworld everywhere. Along with the mysterious yet eerie sound of overlapping bells, purple-colored green flames illuminate the darkened space with shadows.

The Shizu who appeared as if they were going to fulfill their role with the newly altered [Leader] Skill were followed by blue flames that blazed brightly as if they were going to eat up all the green flames.

“Just, Tadadak”

His jaw clicked, harmonizing with the sound of the bells, which in turn lit a flame as if to mark the dark path ahead.

“aaah!!”

“”aaa!!!””

It was only then that the flames were lit, and the black things hiding between the shadows began to raise their heads. The sound of flying all at once and howling was deafening.

Not one or two. Valencia wanted to get out of this place quickly with the appearance of those who are still appearing more and more. But I couldn’t. It was because the venue was already covered in shadows and it was impossible to tell where it was.

There is only one destination they are heading to, right in front of them.

Valencia’s body began to tremble at the sight of the flock of crows that seemed to imprison her and the flames burning to covet her soul.

Everything that appeared after that was heteromorphic.

A wolf with a strangely strong smell of blood, and a demon in the shape of a nun. A monster in the form of a human but not a human, and even something that rips through the air every moment and makes a noise like scratching a blackboard.

But nothing was less than that. Her, Valencia’s eyes were always fixed behind her.

Because she saw.

“Grrr….”

The appearance of a pure white disaster that can be fully seen even on the other side of darkness, beyond the abyss blacker than the abyss.

For.

A being of the past known to have been there from the beginning and ruled the world. An unknown existence that could only be seen in the murals of old ruins or in literature is alive and breathing and harbors hostility towards itself.

It felt like my skin was being ripped off just by that. Just as a bug that flew into a fire burns to death in the heat of the fire, so too does one die.

Despair.

She despairs at the overwhelming premonition of death.

What on earth is that man who treats so many strange monsters as if he were his own limbs?

Can’t win. There is no way you can win

Instinctive, blood-etched fear erodes the image of Valencia. It seemed that he now knew what his parents had been telling him. If you put an enemy you can never defeat in front of you, you won’t be able to think of anything.

As a child, he thought that there could be no such thing, that he was just making up stories to scare himself.

But now she felt acutely that she was wrong.

The whip in her hand immediately turned into blood as if to represent her will. Having lost her will to fight, she sat down, exhausted as it was.

How can she survive? The answer is simple.

Let’s act like those who have been crying out to themselves. Valencia, who had reached that point, immediately put it into action.

“Buy, save…”

The field of view is reversed. What just happened? Why does she keep herself on the floor?

Before I could come to a conclusion, I could see blood pouring from the body of the woman whose head had been blown off like a fountain.

She is the look she used to enjoy herself. But somehow it looked familiar. Only then did the accident, which was consumed with fear, come to a conclusion.

That is his body. I got goosebumps at that moment. It was the body that responded to it. He immediately spurred his seat and searched for his head.

Like the headless knight I once saw, what I felt the moment I grabbed my neck was a sharp pain that turned my brain into mush. He almost knocked his head off without even realizing it.

But he put up with it. He endured and endured and endured the pain and forcibly attached his head to the section of the severed neck.

Ppudeuk, ppudeuk!

The part that was wrongly joined rotates quickly and regains its original shape, and the discomfort felt in the neck quickly disappears accordingly. My senses returned, and the pain that seemed to burn my brain slowly subsided.

It was a skill that was only possible because of the regenerative power of a top-level vampire that was so excellent that even comparing it to a top-ranking vampire was embarrassing.

However, even if the body returned to its original state, the experience and emotion did not become absent. Rather, it became a thicker fear than before, and it weighed heavily on Valencia’s body.

Yes, he did too. He deliberately gave hope to those who begged for salvation in the hope of salvation. Then, he snatched it right in front of his eyes and stuffed it into a screaming figure. And then I put it on display here like I’m proud of it.

You must not hope for salvation yourself. He doesn’t deserve it

I learned from the previous one. Valencia de Noire was neither incompetent nor stupid enough to deny it and do it again.

But that’s why she had a hunch.

That guy has no intention of killing himself gracefully. Causal retribution. Like the stuffed animals here, he intends to torture and kill himself thoroughly.

She was wrong. She should have begged her mercy from the beginning, not that she wished for mercy, but that she would die without any pain. In the terrible future ahead of her, the light in Valencia’s pupils went out and she died quickly.

Kwadudeuk!!

“Quaaa”

As if awakening her spirit, the thorns of her shadow penetrated her. Forced to her feet, she stood on her feet, now a blue flame rose beneath her.

It burns.

Even with the highest level of magic fired by the wizards who came to defeat her, her own body, which felt her lukewarmness, felt the heat and pain and complained of her pain.

In response, her body moves. She ran, following her instinct that this would relieve her suffering. Then, miraculously, the flames died down. Convinced by her reduced pain, she made full use of her vampire powers and ran desperately.

Every time she fled, flaming arrows chased her own. Its appearance was no different from that of a hunter tracking prey.

“hahahaha, hahahaha…!”

Various monsters stand in their way.

“Kong!!”

Quad Deuk!!

My arm is ripped off by a wolf chasing me as I run away. Even though it was just a bite, it was strangely difficult to manipulate the blood. As regeneration slowed down, fresh blood spurted out and blood fountains splattered in all directions.

At last, one of the tattered arms was cut off and dropped by the wolf’s fierce attack, and the wolf retreated to the other side of the darkness.

It hurt.

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“If you want to live, struggle. Head to rest. Do your part.”

The devil with divine power whispers to himself. Deaf to him My vision narrowed, and goose bumps appeared on my skin, as if insects had landed on it. Scratching her prickly skin as if it had been burned, she ran.

In the meantime, the arrows did not stop. Most of them were blind arrows, but from time to time, when a sharp bullet hit her body or leg directly, she collapsed and screamed at the pain that burned herself.

As time passed, instruments of torture began to be placed in her path. Her spinning saw blades, spikes protruding through her floor, torment her with hard-to-know bullets.

Every time, the fresh blood soaks the floor. Intestines spill out and scatter. As if she had been waiting for that moment, her crows attack her.

“aaa!!!”

She squeezes her own body. Rip her skin and spray her blood. It rips through the intestines and increases the pain. On the way, he saw that some of the crows were hardening like stones, but then the crows corresponding to the ship came out and tormented him.

I pull out the arrow stuck in my leg and try to recover my shattered vision and move again.

The destination is in front of the man. However, no matter how far she moved forward, she had no intention of shortening the distance between her and the man. When he rests, the distance increases. It was not an illusion of his own, but he was actually moving away.

At that, Valencia chewed his teeth. That didn’t change anything. Her vision is blurred. It was difficult to tell whether the tears were stained with her blood or her blood.

What is certain is that even at this time, the pain is gradually approaching, and the distance from the man who can stop it is getting farther away.

Get up and run again.

After that, it was repeated. After going on and on and on and on and on, she finally got there.

“Ah…Ah…”

Vampires who lack blood quickly lose their power. Even if he lived an eternal life, his brilliant youth quickly grew old as if he was regaining his original time, and his body, which was so powerful, became something that was pathetic.

Something suddenly falls in front of her. It’s a crystal ball. It is a crystal ball for communication.

“Call me.”

For whom, there is no meaning to such a question. What this man wants has already been experienced. More vampires. He needs a prey.

“…”

I didn’t even moan anymore. I’d rather die like this. They cannot allow their fellow countrymen to share in this suffering. At that the man took something of his out of the shadows and poured it over his head.

You can feel vitality from soaking your hair and permeating your body naturally. Blood so strong that the crumbly body quickly returns. I have no idea who this is. That would be the case, because until recently he had lost it himself.

The body has recovered. But it didn’t move. The thought of doing something is filled with fear.

“Who wants to die?”

My head bowed naturally at the gaze looking down at me as if it were so natural. If possible, I wanted to die as if I were drowning in this dark, dark shadow. But now even that is impossible.

In fact, it seemed that something had snapped off.

“Ah, aha, ahahahahaha…!”

So Valencia laughed. She manipulates the crystal ball with tears in her eyes. She has no destination. She just makes contact with whoever she can send.

If she can give orders, she gives them. If she can ask for a favor, she summons as many people as possible, even if it means erasing debts.

“Kill me, kill me. Please… please kill me.”

Please, please. Anybody is fine. Free yourself from this terrible nightmare. Pray fervently

It doesn’t matter how many people die because of it. If only I could die, that would be fine. It was such a selfish accident, but she didn’t have the energy to argue with it any longer.

A call filled with such earnestness finally arrived.

Chi Ling

“Hey…!”

The bell rings. This suggests that pain is coming soon. After learning several times, she crouched down on her body.

But no matter how long I waited, there was no pain. Suddenly, the man’s feet approaching her came naturally into her line of sight.

While hesitating at that, she raised her gaze. Her cold gaze reminded Valencia of the look in her eyes that she saw when she had an audience with their king one day.

Although she is completely different, she has a somewhat similar atmosphere. She believed it to be the gaze of the one standing above her. But no.

That was the kind of ‘indifferent’ gaze seen by someone who could steal his name at any time.

He removed the mask he was wearing and looked at himself. He is human He was human no matter how he looked at it. But to her, he seemed more than human.

The green light shining on the back held in his hand steals her gaze. That fire is in my memory. It is the flame of the underworld that those in hell carry.

She agreed with that. This place is hell. And that man is the messenger of God who has arrived to judge himself.

I can hear the cries of the people of the church that I have been killing like worms. This is the referee He feels the pain of those he has killed.

That must be it.

If I knew it would be like this, I wouldn’t have done it. He did not enjoy playing with livestock. He didn’t even strengthen his strength until he committed immorality.

A hand rises from inside the shadow. Some hands were remembered, and some were not. Like the gestures of the dead, they arrive at you.

The whole body is bound and floating in the air. The body is being torn apart by the hands and the things woven by the hands. Hands dig through the disassembled body, inflicting pain.

All she can do is scream in tears. This is the cry of atonement. At the same time, it was also a requiem for those who died to him.

Only then can he die. I wanted to believe that anyway. Otherwise, it seemed that this pain would continue forever.

My mind is already broken. I just sincerely hoped that this pain would end as soon as possible.

Like that, she closed her eyes as if she was immersed in the side of the shadow, guided by countless hands.

…The pain continued.