YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW [11]

Regressor's Instructions Manual Episode 1004

You reap what you sow (11)

Regarding the vomiting Bahamut, no matter what, you should consider him at least a myth-grade monster or above.

Rough patterns, physical characteristics, special skills, unique abilities, etc., about him, we've obtained rough data, but there's no guarantee that the data we've collected is accurate.

The data obtained during the chase with Raphael is practically a nerfed version.

If you're cautious about the feather being damaged during the pursuit, it's appropriate to assume that we don't know what ability he has.

'He probably has long-range skills too. Oh well.'

Whether breathing out breath attacks or firing beams from his fingers, or throwing off shards, he probably had a few means to subdue Raphael from a distance.

It's unheard of that a monster of his level has no long-range attacks...

'Even the pre-corrupted version of Bahamut could probably release some magic.'

That was probably something even the old version of him could do.

Of course, it was a pointless question.

If by any chance he couldn't witness Raphael disappearing along with the feather, it's certain.

The feather of the angel is an excellent means of not only sealing the movements of the disgusting demon but also inflicting debuffs on him.

The monster, whose attacks are mostly sealed, can only move its body as if it's been hit by silence magic.

In this situation, the only means available to the monster that fell among the enemies with the feathers is one thing.

Simply crouching. Just one thing.

Somehow...

'For some reason, it looks so divine.'

Who would have thought that a feather that merely shines would have such an effect?

Perhaps the angel of sacrifice left the feather on this land in anticipation of such a situation.

The angel's feather not only completely envelops the vile demon but also forces him to reveal his weaknesses. The giant body blocks the attacks of the expedition, and there's hardly a gap anywhere.

Despair to the enemy and hope to the allies.

The small feather, sent up with a sacred light, instills confidence and faith in the exhausted comrades.

'Can we really defeat that monster?'

Can we, who are nothing more than humans facing a beast akin to a devil, dare to stand against him?

Although they've never expressed it in words, everyone carries a small unease deep inside.

Despite the continent and humanity overcoming immense crises, the pride and self-esteem that have been whittled away by the appearance of an unimaginably powerful foe.

An instinctive fear that can't help but be felt towards the transcendent, monstrous being that has lived for eternity.

The feather of the angel of sacrifice gathers those who feel negative emotions together, serving as a symbol and a source of strength, reminding us once again that we are strong.

"Push forward!"

"Fire! Fire!!! Spread! Spread!"

From ordinary adventurers.

"Mission failed."

"His durability is too tough... and the places we can target are limited."

"Operation start."

Heroes harboring their own intentions.

-For the Priest of Prophecy!

-For the Priest of Prophecy!!

-The time has come! The long-awaited time has come.

-We shall reclaim the light! Our light! The reward we've been waiting for throughout eternity!

Even the sacred ghosts, who have been waiting for the darkness to recede for an eternity.

While the gathering members are all different, each with their own pride, honor, and the mission to protect the continent in their hearts, they begin to move.

'It's ambiguous to call it a firepower battle.'

We can't view it as just sticking everything.

'Basically, we need to focus on attacking wounded areas.'

I'm talking about the parts where the black liquid is flowing. They're the parts where he inflicted wounds on himself over a long period of time, not the injuries we caused.

The core of the strategy is to incapacitate him, rendering him unable to move or do anything, and we need to deal continuous blows to the joints and major muscles.

'He won't be able to avoid a decisive blow anyway.'

[Woahhh!!!]

Kwaaahhh!!

It doesn't need precise aiming. He will come to us.

A large light falls. The massive spear, the combined strength of the priests and priestesses of the ghosts, falls onto his back.

While it might be an attack that can be easily evaded by twisting his body, he can't twist his body.

In the pouring saturation from all sides, he isn't certain that he can keep his feather safe.

He learned it from the previous experience.

He's learned how stubborn these humans are, how much they bothered him, and he knows it'll be ingrained in him.

'What should I do?'

"Fire! Fire!"

'Do you want to slip to the side?'

There's no certainty.

'Or should you shoot upwards?'

Four eyes. Two eyes seem to be fixed on the feather, but the other two are surveying the surroundings.

'How about breaking through the encirclement net? There are even places that look deliberately weak. Yeah. That way. If he dodges towards that direction, could he escape from the current situation?'

[Woahhh...]

Kwaaahhh!!!

Crash!!!

Kwaaahhh!!

[Woahhh!!!]

'Yeah. It doesn't look like it's going to work there either? Seems like a trap? Right?'

It will look like a trap. In fact, it is a trap.

The trap isn't dangerous to him. However, it's a trap that makes what he's trying to protect dangerous.

A situation where he needs to move cautiously step by step.

I can't speak for other things, but he's not audacious enough to roll the dice in the process of protecting his treasure.

He's trying to avoid even the smallest risk, the tiniest possibility. The only thing he can do is move his tail.

But.

'Has the range assessment already been completed?'

Those within range step back, while the remaining personnel move one step forward.

Thanks to his poorly executed turn, the treasure he holds is exposed to even more danger.

The moment when he was absorbing mana became apparent.

'Would you shoot a breath attack too?'

He can't shoot.

It's amusing to see a beast doing a bluffing action, but from this side, he's one step ahead. He boldly positions the vanguards.

'Lift your head and it's over.'

He might view humans as insignificant as an ant. But what can you do? If even one of them manages to get into your territory and take or destroy your Angel's Feather, then what can you do?

Raphael will also be a concern. After all, you can't catch that guy and he might fly around.

[Woahhh...]

He can't shoot.

Kwaaahhh!!

"Chant a spell!"

Kwaaahhh!!

---Hello.

---Grade 1 Commander, Codename Genius speaking.

---Please set up a camp at the designated coordinates.

---Pardon?

---Set up a camp at the designated coordinates and allow long-range classes, including mages, to rest. Divide the mages into seven groups and utilize them. Leave three groups and have them all rest.

---Understood...

--...

---But, are you really sure?

---Just follow the orders.

One can probably understand what this Codename Genius is worried about.

It might be difficult to understand why we're setting up a separate camp, extracting personnel from the carefully prepared encirclement, and making mages rest.

They probably believe that they have more power than their imagination, that as long as they wish, they can leave this encirclement anytime.

But there's no need to be afraid.

'At best, it's just a beast.'

The rear personnel step back cautiously with reluctance.

'Shall we have a cup of coffee?'

Naturally, the weakening encirclement starts to come into view, and the magic and arrows that were pouring out excessively at the beginning gradually become less noticeable.

There's a noticeable difference in the way attacks are pouring out, other than from a while ago. Nevertheless, he can't move.

The crouching figure breathes heavily, observing the battlefield with both eyes, but in the end, he couldn't make any decisions.

-He got scared.

-Does it look like that even to you, sir?

He got scared. He has no way to confirm what we might do, why we removed our forces, why our attacks have decreased. And even if he confirmed it, he wouldn't be certain. He's already experienced losing once before.

-...

-You seem to have overdone it. Would you like to take a rest?

-It's amusing. It would be better for you to rest.

-Oh. Thank you. Well, then, I'll just have a cup of coffee and be back. Please handle the control.

-Since it's going to take a while. I'll take a break too. General Jin. Oppa. Should we rotate the children every four hours?

-That much?

-It's a long battle. I'm telling you just in case, but we need to keep in mind that the monster itself has fast recovery capabilities.

-It's better to keep accumulating. We should let Hayan recover a bit more since it looks like she'll be able to recover by the time we reach her. Until then, we can continue hitting it with siege weapons.

To that beast, who is bound by the Feather of the Sacrificial Angel, everything around him will appear as mines.

He must think that every step he takes will trigger a mine explosion. Even though everything was a bluff, he can't move easily.

"Heera Nuna. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Honey, are you feeling better now?"

"Thanks to noona, I am. Thanks."

After shaking once in a slightly dazed state, I took a sip of coffee.

Of course, my gaze never leaves him. Although he technically said they're taking a break, I couldn't trust General Jin.

A massive ballista bolt, tied with heavy chains, is launched and lodges into various parts of him.

[Woahhh!!!]

The magic artillerymen immediately start welding the chains to the dungeon's iron, which causes him to be embedded with iron. While I don't expect to be able to restrain him, they can at least restrict his movements.

In an instant, the cowering figure, now in shackles, doesn't react to the iron chains restricting his movements in the least.

The sound of groaning became audible at that very moment.

'Huh?'

Along with the creaking sound, the ground beneath the creature crouching began to crack.

'It can't be true.'

The creature couldn't possibly have rolled the dice. There was no chance of escaping underground, and at this point, the ground breaking was even less likely.

'The calculations are already done.'

The analysis of how much weight and impact the ground could withstand had been completed a long time ago. There was absolutely no possibility of the analysis being wrong. It wasn't a hastily made plan.

"Halt the attack! Halt the attack!"

The urgent voice of Commander Jin echoed, but the arrows had already left the bows.

As the ground collapsed while Bahamut was unable to make a choice, it crumbled and the creature fell.

My gaze searched for the feather. Perhaps the creature's gaze was also fixated on the Angel's Feather.

Eventually, amidst the debris of the collapsing ground, I could see the feather falling in disarray.

[······!!]

An indescribable scream echoed in the air.

Although I was taken aback, my ability to assess the situation was swift.

I had plans prepared in case the situation went awry. My steps began to move, and before I knew it, they were beyond my control.

Running until my breath ran out. Tears that I had held back flowed continuously. What were those tears shed for?

"Bahamut... No, Bahamut... Bahamut, you're..." [[[Shit, why do I always get embarrassed when he does the shit.]]]

For the wounded one, the one who endured an eternity, an immeasurable span of time... Was it for a friend? Or was it for the corrupted hero who spent that long time trapped by the monster's body...?

Waiting, endlessly waiting, fixated only on the Feather of the Sacrificial Angel... Was it for the foolish idiot who waited and waited...?

"Lord Bahamut! Lord Bahamut!!"

Tiny memories from the underground shrine, faint recollections of the Sacrificial Angel and the hero of the past. Who could have foreseen that the two would reunite again?

The reunion of the two who had waited and waited.

At the moment when that beautiful reunion was right before us...

The season changed.

The season... It was summer.