A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 248
Muriel, who was thought to be dead, showed a slight movement.
Her slender right hand, trembling, touched her chest and poured out divine power.
She barely managed to raise her body after restoring her own body. Rex urgently supported her.
“Yes! You’re alive! Oh, ‘Strict Order and Good’! Thank you!”
“......Thanks to the protection of God, I narrowly escaped my heart.”
When wrapped in the name of God, the lie became a plausible miracle. Rex also didn’t notice anything suspicious.
In reality, she hadn’t avoided death. She was already dead, so there was no need to avoid it.
‘Still, it’s not without its impact. I should stop by the Holy Land soon.’
Conveniently, Rex changed the subject first.
“Your Majesty, there is something I must report to you. Sir Clovis, who was in charge of your escort, was killed by the Black Swordsman....... Heuk.......”
“He has passed away.”
Muriel finished what Rex could not finish.
It felt more like he was wasting time rather than being considerate of the other person.
Rex thought it was just his mood and continued.
“And...... the Holy Land Construction was taken away by the Black Swordsman.”
“The Holy Land Construction? Anything else?”
“That’s all.”
“I see.......”
Muriel’s eyes darkened. She, who had been lost in her own thoughts, opened her mouth slightly.
“Sir Rex’s face was.......”
“Your Majesty?”
“No, it’s nothing.”
At that moment, strange sounds were heard. The ghosts’ groans seeped out from the ground of the courtyard that had become a cemetery.
Senedic, Muriel, and Rex flinched, wondering if another black magic was being used.
Fortunately, there was someone among the leaders who was quick to judge the situation.
“Hurry and dig! There are living people!”
Cardinal Cattleya, who had escaped the fire because he was inside the building, called the knights and gave them instructions.
Indeed, she was right.
In the dug-out ground, there were survivors who had fainted from the weight of the soil.
Their groans were the last desperate screams of their lives.
“We have to hurry before we suffocate!”
Pavabavabak!
At that moment, the soil in one part of the courtyard spurted out like a fountain. The two Auror Masters emerged from the hole they had dug themselves.
“We’re done digging, Marquis Recandro. Come out now.”
“You are truly amazing, Your Majesty.”
“Ahem, I have a knack for selling things. It’s the result of years of training.”
Prince Hispenril and Marquis Recandro tore off the skeleton arms attached to their bodies and threw them away.
They were also about to help rescue the buried people.
Pope Senedict approached and spoke in a grave voice.
“Prince, Marquis, I’m glad you’re safe.”
“What happened to that magician?”
“It seems like the goal was the Holy Land Construction Artifact, Marquis. With that, he opened the gate and suddenly disappeared.” 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
“The gate...? You’re saying it wasn’t a human, but a demon?”
“......I don’t know about that.”
After hearing the answer, Marquis Recandro looked up at the night sky.
The triple moon still occupied the night in the middle of the sky.
King Hispenril, who was digging out the citizens from the ground, said a word.
“It seems the disaster is not over yet.”
“There is something the Black Swordsman ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) left behind before he disappeared.”
The one who intervened to convey an important fact was Rex.
Everyone’s eyes were focused on the muscular young man with a sporty head. - Go to the Ritniel Plain and wait. The Demon King will come out through there as a royal family. “I predicted that the Demon King will come out through the Ritniel Plain.”
“......!”
Muriel, King Hispenril, and Marquis Recandro hardened their faces.
Only Pope Senedict quietly lowered his eyes.
“It seems that the Demon King Dungeon is about to burst. I don’t know which Demon King it will be.”
The others silently agreed with Marquis Recandro’s opinion.
It was serious.
With just the SS-class dungeon burst, the Ragnef Republic of Magic and the capital of the Elfenheim Church suffered a near-destructive blow.
And yet, it was a terrible disaster, a demon king.
Moreover, the burst had the effect of raising the power of the dungeon owner.
A demon king who had raised his level would be much more powerful than inside the dungeon.
King Hispenril's desperate voice was heard.
"The existence of the Serentra continent is at stake. We must gather all our forces to the Ritniel Plains."
I had to prepare for the Demon King subjugation battle.✠ The system map displayed the name of the area I was currently in as follows.
Chaos God's Tomb (混沌 神陵).
The name, the Tomb of the Evil God, was truly arrogant. Since it dared to call itself a god.
The exterior looks like a combination of a pyramid and a tower, so it goes really well with the sandy sea of Sana'ra. [The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' says that he prefers a sleek, towering shape rather than a pyramid.]
[The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' is a little disappointed with the height of only 200 meters.]
[The 'Trial Skyscraper Architect' says that he still likes the temperature control system using hellfire and hellfire.]
[The 'Balance-Adjusting Tongue' asks if he's the only one who's excited.]
[The 'World-Building Word Spirit' tells him to stop chatting and do some structural analysis.] Agnes and I exchanged impressions while walking through the dark passage.
<The interior is no different from any other castle. Except for the fact that there are no windows, so it's pitch-black.>
"That's right. It has a dark atmosphere, as expected of the Demon King's Castle."
The chaos tomb was originally a place that didn't exist in the original.
I was taking each step with my guard up.
The inside of the Shinreung was completely empty, so I didn’t see a single demon while walking for quite a long distance.
However, there were still guards.
Uuuuuuu... ... .
Suddenly, the wall to my right began to ripple, and a ghostly moan flowed out.
Indeed, the demon’s architecture was different. Periodically, the walls, ceiling, and floor became mushy like mud, and then the shape of a face appeared.
“It’s back again.”
Crack.
When I smashed it with my fist, the face disappeared again and returned to its original smooth stone wall.
<Hmm, it doesn’t look like a human face?>
“This is probably.......”
I spoke carefully. A guess based on the traditions of the demon world and Carpeios’s disposition.
“It seems like humans and demons who were sacrificed during construction. I wonder if they tied their souls to the building and used them as guards.” [“The Words That Build the World” says the correct answer.] Since ancient times, when constructing large-scale civil engineering projects such as castle walls, embankments, and piers, the custom of sacrificing human bodies in the hopes that the buildings would not collapse has been common in human history.
It is impossible for demons not to do the same evil and cruel things that humans have done. [“The Architect of the Skyscraper of Trials” explains that it is called the “Human Pillar Ritual.”] I will stop talking about the unpleasant story here.
We still have a long way to go to the destination, the deepest part.
Because the stairs did not extend all the way at once, we had to go from one floor to the other several times. This building really is inconvenient.
I walked and walked to get to the next staircase.
But then I encountered a problem.
“Oh.”
<Oh.>
Even though I followed the map diligently, I came to a dead end.
I wondered what was going on, but then I noticed a decoration hanging from the dead end wall and the ceiling.
A bronze relief of a cat wearing a Pharaoh’s hat. It spoke.
<What has four legs in the morning, two legs at noon, and three legs in the evening?>
“.......”
I guess it thinks it’s a sphinx.
Agnes was flustered.
<Huh? I thought the door would open if I solved the riddle? Since the number of legs changes, it must be a demonic beast... ... . Ugh, what on earth is it?>
It was a gentle difficulty level for the possessed. I told them the name of the ‘demonic beast.’
“Human.”
<Meow, meow!>
The stone gate disguised as a wall opened.
It was the same from then on.
<What eats mortals, rusts the crowns of kings and the long swords of heroes, and crushes the great rock mountains into sand?>
“Time.”
<Meow-dong-daeng-dong!>
There were some philosophical questions.
<Who is the most awesome demon king in the world?>
“......Carpeios.”
<Meow-dong-daeng-dong!>
There were also some pointless ones.
<Who is the great, beautiful, and awesome one who will destroy the human world in the future?>
“......The newborn chaos evil.”
<Meow-dong-daeng-dong!>
There were also wishful thoughts that Reed would really like to hear.
Agnes got angry.
<Oh, that kitten. It wasn’t cute, but it was broken.>
The questions became more and more insincere as they went on.
It was good that there was no need to think because there were only idle praises directed at Carpeios or Reed, but it was mentally exhausting.
“I think I’m only about a third of the way down.......”
What on earth was so hard about making a straight staircase?
I vowed that if I caught the demon who designed this place, I wouldn’t let him go. [‘Trial Skyscraper Architect’ hopes that you realize how wonderful the Tower of Trials was.] ‘It was the best. But you’ve already completed the 299th and 300th floors, right?’ [‘Trial Skyscraper Architect’ says that you can take your time since you graduated.] At that moment, I saw a dead end and a bronze cat relief in front of me again.
Which answer would be Carpeios or Reed?
I walked to the bronze cat relief without enthusiasm and waited for the question.
But it was different from what I expected.
<What is the noble true name of the ‘newborn chaos evil’, the one who deserves to be revered?>
“.......”
This is another new mental attack.
While I hesitated, the cat’s eyes flashed.
<Countdown 5 seconds! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow! Meow... ... !>
“......Tesilid Argent.”
<Meow-dong-daeng-dong!>
The stone gate opened again with a rough grinding sound.
However, the scenery beyond the gate was completely different from the path we had walked along so far.
“Oh.”
<Oh.>
A wide, bright, open space greeted me and Agnes.
Special privilege for the possessed
