Episode 478: Tochika Annihilation Battle (6)

The eruption of the Nouvelle Vague volcano. And the trigger that caused it, Poseidon.

The small ball that Bikir shot eventually created an enormous butterfly effect.

A great flood that sweeps away the whole world.

This heavy rain, which will pour for the next 150 days, will engulf all land except some high plateaus.

The forest fires that were spreading throughout the empire, the hordes of monsters that took advantage of the evil situation, and the persistent drought were all swept away.

Naturally, everyone in Tochka was able to receive salvation.

Not only did the current not reach the high plateaus, but the ground made of hard rocks and fine sand was very easy to drain.

The fortress was also strong enough to withstand wind and rain, and its only drawback, the lack of drinking water, was naturally solved by collecting rainwater.

Under normal circumstances, the great flood would have been recorded as an unprecedented supernatural disaster.

However, thanks to the great disasters of wildfires, droughts, epidemics, swarms of monsters, and monsoon rains that spread throughout the empire due to the Gate of Destruction, the great flood that occurred later became a miracle.

Destruction was offset by destruction.

* * *

Deep drainage ditches were dug throughout the barracks within the fortress.

Large barrels were placed in front of the barracks, and the refugees caught rainwater and drank it to their heart's content.

I am enjoying to my heart's content the water that I have not been able to drink even a drop of for several days.

"If the situation outside the castle is like this, the enemy will never attack. "Now is the time to focus on internal security."

Director Orca released Nouvelle Vague personnel to manage security inside the fortress and reorganized various regulations.

Meanwhile, the Marquis de Sade seemed to be already itchy, even though it had been a while since the battle had ended.

"Pusssss – I guess we can finally complete the revolution that we couldn't accomplish 40 years ago! Where is the crown prince! "The emperor has already fallen, so I have to kill that bastard!"

"Oh, grandpa! "When my body gets better, let's go together!"

Sadi barely managed to stop Sade, who wanted to grab a small boat and go to the imperial capital right away.

In addition, reorganization after the battle was being carried out step by step.

Everyone, led by Osiris and XindiWendy, joins forces to expand and rebuild Tochka Fortress.

Everyone was preparing and preparing for when the flood was over in 150 days.

Hope that we can move towards the future. Because of that, everyone's expressions were bright.

… … However, there was one person who still maintained a blank expression.

Bikir.

He always stood at the top of the castle wall, taking in the pouring rain.

… slam!

The outside of the castle has now turned into the sea.

White roses bloom above the wildly undulating waves.

Bikir was comparing Tochka before the regression with Tochka now.

"… … ."

As it was, the wheel of fate should have turned in an even harsher direction.

The present world has become hell due to the invasion of demons.

Sadi took advantage of the chaos and led his troops to attack Nouvelle Vague.

The Marquis de Sade was able to escape from the Nouvelle Vague thanks to the help of his granddaughter Sadi.

Director Orca exploded the Poseidon discovered during work to prevent the Marquis de Sade from escaping.

And the monsoon season of Gyeophwa ended due to the resulting great flood.

However, countless people had already been burned to death, and the unexpected flood dealt a huge blow not only to the devil but also to humanity.

… … But what about now?

Although it was quite difficult to secure drinking water due to an error of about a week, the flood began relatively on schedule.

The rainy season of apocalypse has cleared, and the gates of destruction have also cooled.

[At this point, it is nothing short of a complete victory. Isn't that right, human?]

Decaravia spoke in a proud tone as if it were his own.

But Bikir shook his head quietly.

"We have not won yet. "We just won a big local battle, and the final battle remains."

[Are you talking about the first hour?]

"Yes."

Vikir nodded, looking at the outside world that had turned into a vast sea.

Decaravia opened his eyes wide and admired.

[indeed. So, as soon as I escaped from prison in the Nouvelle Vague, Don Quixote, the Changhaechang family, was the first to be restored. In order to obtain an invincible fleet that divides the power of the Don Quixote family along with an invincible cavalry.]

"Yes. In a world like this, only those who have a fleet can reign as losers."

Decarabia paused for a moment at Bikir's words.

Then, after some thought, he spoke again.

[I thought of you when you said loser, human.]

"What."

[This is Flauros, whom I dealt with before.]

Decarabia continued speaking with a slightly uneasy look.

[Flauros was one of the losers who was famous for his lies and persistent life even in hell.]

"What do you want to say?"

[Is he really immortal? I doubt that. If he faked his own death... … ]

Flauros is so good at lying that even his death is suspicious.

however.

"No need to worry any more about that matter."

[What? Why is that so?]

"Whether he was alive or dead at that moment. "Because in the end, he won't survive."

Vikir smiled dryly as he looked at the raging storm and waves, and the distant tributaries of the Red and Black Mountains beyond them.

"This world too. "If you know it, it's a place as dangerous as hell."

* * *

A jungle with heavy rain pouring down continuously.

There was a man running through a forest filled with blade-sharp leaves.

[Huh! omg! Wow-]

The person running with his entire body covered in blood was clearly Thomas de Leviathan, the second son of the poisonous hermit Leviathan.

However, the red aura of death rising from his body and his sharpened teeth clearly meant that he was not what he used to be.

Flauros. Just before his death, he performed a trick to transfer Thomas' soul and take away Thomas' dying body.

In the first place, all demons were merely demon hosts, spare bodies that could be replaced at any time, so it was not such a strange situation.

Flauros, who took Thomas' body at the last moment, desperately fled from the battlefield with his already battered body, and eventually succeeded in coming here.

[My body is falling apart… … I can't last much longer... … Shit… … Forcibly opening the door of destruction... … Even my soul is in tatters... … Hurry up and go to the imperial capital... … I have to ask Ilbun for help... … ]

Still, since he succeeded in killing Piggy, there may be elements of negotiation.

Flauros thought so.

Right then.

Ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss… …

Flauros felt his whole body go cold.

Starting from the rocky valley we had just entered, the temperature around us was rapidly dropping.

Cold bone. A place name called by the indigenous people living in the waters of the Red and Black Mountains.

There is no way for Flauros to know about the climate here, where frost freezes even in the middle of summer.

As my already low body temperature dropped even further, my body became sluggish and my joints became stiff.

More and more blood was flowing from holes in the neck and stomach, and from open wounds all over the body.

Right then.

[…] … Hehe!]

As soon as Flauros came out of the rocky valley, he had to lie face down.

sssss-

A huge shadow is cast through the raindrops and leaves.

What appeared along with an eerie sound was a spider with a huge body.

The spider was searching the forest as if looking for something.

There were more than one or two such spiders far beyond the forest.

[…] … Am I looking for myself?]

Flauros had a hunch.

If you are discovered by those spiders, you will die. There is no room for eternal destruction.

Flauros desperately held his breath and crawled on the floor.

Avoiding the spiders' gaze, I crawled on the floor like a bug.

… … How much time had passed, Flauros was able to avoid the spiders' siege and arrive at the riverside.

Although it was a river located at a fairly high altitude, the river stream seemed to have swelled significantly due to continued heavy rain.

with a plop-

The moment Flauros dips into the water to cross the river.

… Kwasik!

At that moment, Flauros felt a sharp pain hit his lower body and had to freak out.

[Ugh!? Something like a fish!?]

Fish with saw-like teeth were clinging to Flauros and biting his flesh.

'Nateri'. The man-eating fish that live in the rivers of the Red and Black Mountains could be seen gathering in droves when they smelled blood.

[…] … Shit!]

The moment Flauros turns around to come out of the river.

Hissing-

I see black darkness filling my vision.

A huge maw was holding Flauros' head up to swallow it.

Monsieur hushu. A huge snake that lives in the sea. This snake approached backwards without making any sound and swallowed Flauros in the blink of an eye.

[Keuuuuuuu! This insignificant little thing!]

Flauros used his last strength to burst the snake's belly skin.

Fortunately, it was not that difficult to kill since it was a sub-adult that had not yet fully grown.

However, most of the vitality needed to escape was used to tear the tough snake skin, so it was only a failure.

[…] … I need to find a place to rest. Otherwise, I will be a guest. What kind of disgrace is this?]

Flauros desperately opened his eyes that kept closing.

When I ripped off my eyelids and left only the eyeballs, my vision became clear again.

Eventually, Flauros discovered a deep tunnel dug under the roots of a tree.

I felt like I could avoid the rain and preserve my body temperature there.

Flauros walked towards the tunnel with unsteady steps.

But could it be that his concentration was disrupted due to his low stamina? Flauros did not notice the large claw marks on the side of his tree.

… … And the results were terrible.

[Whoa whoa whoa!]

A thunderous roar erupted from behind.

Flauros didn't even have time to turn around.

A front paw swung by a blind old female oxbear with a destructive force equivalent to a weight of over a dozen tons.

It shattered Flauros' skull.

[Wow! Shuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... … ]

Oxbear looked like he was disgusted by Flauros, who was spewing out poisonous blood from all over his body.

Soon, the Oxbear washed the blood off its front paws with rainwater and went into the den.

It means it's not worth killing.

Flauros crawled on the floor.

[…] … ! … … ! … … !]

No words come out properly from the crushed mouth.

What do you want to say?

A cry for a sick and painful body? Hatred towards those who made him like this? The anger that comes from recognizing the miserable reality? The revenge that you promised again and again while coming here? or not… … Fear of extinction? Do you regret that you should never have come here in the first place?

Complex thoughts are mixed in the muddy brain.

and.

There were people who welcomed Flauros like that.

Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow, Wow! Wow... Wow... …

mosquito.

An incredibly large number of mosquitoes follow the scent of blood.

There were mosquitoes that clung to the body of Flauros, or rather Thomas, and sucked blood.

Unusually, there were also flesh-sucking mosquitoes.

There were also mosquitoes that only suck skin.

Mosquitoes were also seen sticking their needles deeper and sucking on bones.

… … And among them was a mosquito that did not suck anything.

It just floats in the air with hazy, murky eyes.

A mosquito that doesn't suck anything, but somehow reigns supreme over other mosquitoes and exudes an overwhelming ominousness.

And Flauros, who was lying on the floor and groaning, opened his bloodshot eyes at the mosquito.

[…] … ! … … !]

Soon, the mosquito quietly landed on Flauros' head.

Then, he stabbed the needle into empty space, but with a clear target in mind.

Jooooook-

The red-hot smoke enters the stomach through the mosquito's saliva.

Mosquitoes are the most feared and wary of natives living in flood waters.

Soul-sucking mosquitoes decorated Flauros' horse.

[…] … !]

It was a truly shabby and miserable end, reduced to nothing more than a mere meal.