novelraw Chapter 139 : Chapter 139
Chapter 139 : Chapter 139
Chapter 139: Mixed Colors (3)
“──Ugh!”
Monica's brows furrowed.
Severe pain dominated her whole body. As the Aura wrapping her prosthetic hand penetrated below the ground, sensations were transmitted while making contact with the Ley Line. The pain Monica was experiencing was the suffering this land had endured. Lizer was also feeling pain equal to Monica's. While resting his hand on the convulsing prosthetic hand.
“You must not open your eyes, Monica.”
Lizer whispered busily.
Subsequently, he rummaged through the inner pocket of his coat. While pulling out a short wand, he continued his words.
“What we are feeling is the sensation of this land…….”
Lizer's wand was swung.
CRACKLE, it went. The magic circle that was intricately entangled held radiance. A passage to connect the Spirit's Nest and Monica was opened. The composition of a Spirit is non-material. The existence of a human is material. Lizer intended to suture the essences that could not mix through the magic circle.
“You are feeling the five senses of Spirits right now.”
The five senses of Spirits…….
Monica repeated Lizer's words.
Are Spirits feeling this kind of pain every moment?
“So concentrate.”
Toward a more painful direction.
Toward that place, you extend your Aura.
Lizer whispered like that.
“The source of the pain must be the Spirit's Nest, and you must flow your Aura to that place. The pain of the land and the conviction of a human. We will make contact in a way that collides two power sources that have no reason to touch.”
To the domain of the Mother God,
Who brought down Divine Punishment, he thought.
While extending his wand, Lizer muttered,
WHOOSH──!
Along with the chant, he fired a spell.
3rd Rank Elemental Magic, ‘Usage of Conveniently Condensed Anger’.
Sparks flew from Lizer's wand. Flames soaring toward the empty air. At the same time the fire sharpened like a blade bisected the air,
──KREEECH!
A screech echoing above Lizer's head.
THUD, it went. A Banshee crashed by Lizer's side. Flames were eating away at the Banshee's body. CREAK, CREAK. The Banshee struggling while twisting its wings died before long. Is it an individual separated from the flock? Narrowing his eyes, Lizer thought.
‘Not good.’
Lizer's gaze headed toward the coast.
The battle was in full swing. Amidst obstacles piled on the breakwater mimicking a fortress, Demian and the vigilantes were fighting a battle. It would be difficult to expect victory. The number of Banshees was too large. Hoping for them to buy time was the utmost they could do.
‘Since it has come to this…….’
Lizer swung his wand.
Twitching his lips, he recited a chant. Toward the Banshees gliding over the breakwater.
‘I must make it succeed by all means.’
Spheres of flame, awls of hardened ice, sharply compressed gales.
Spirits constructed spells following Lizer's command. Banshees trying to fly up crashed one after another, and Lizer examined Monica's complexion while hiding his impatience.
‘……Will it be possible.’
Lizer's brow shook briefly.
Because it was equally painful for him. Indescribable pain was wrapping around Lizer. It became difficult to breathe, and he felt as if the edges of his skin were rotting away. As if he was cast out of this world.
“Monica, can you hear my voice?”
Thus, Monica thought.
That it is like the environment of the Lost Library.
She felt the same feeling as when she stayed in the Lost Library, the domain of the God of Oblivion ‘Fichte’, which she visited previously. She didn't expect to experience the sensation she endured there in this way.
“……I hear you.”
Monica opened her mouth.
Lizer's voice was echoing in the vast darkness.
Although her eyes were closed, she could see ahead. Amidst thread-like Ley Lines tangled haphazardly, a lump of light resembling a Spirit shimmered by Monica's side. Lizer must be speaking through that. Lizer's voice was transmitted from the lump of light.
“I know. I have experienced something similar.”
It's bearable.
So far, at least.
Monica whispered quietly.
“Yes, it's gross as always.”
THUMP, THUMP,
The Spirit's Nest beat faintly.
If she thought, I go to that place, she could go. Borrowing a strange floating sensation, Monica moved. She was extending her Aura toward the Spirit's Nest.
“Now…….”
It didn't need a long time.
A part of the land resembling a giant heart. The Spirit's Nest covered Monica's vision.
“……What should I do?”
Lizer laughed cautiously.
The lump of light moved quickly. Hovering around the Spirit's Nest, it seemed to be diagnosing. How sick it is.
“And after that?”
Touch, or feel.
Monica thought so.
Green color bloomed from a place near her vision. Aura manifested in the shape of a grass stem stretched toward the front.
Lizer's voice gradually became small.
Meanwhile, Monica's Aura began to wrap around the Spirit's Nest. At the same time her vision was dyed green, the pain became intense. There was no room to even scream. THUMP, THUMP, it went. Monica's convulsing inside. It wasn't her heart beating wildly. The sensation of the Spirit's Nest beating was transmitted.
<……You must persuade.>
It won't work.
Something is wrong.
Monica instinctively intuited.
They cannot mix.
It seemed as if things that could never mix were poured into one place.
Could blessing and curse be bestowed simultaneously? Putting strength into her dizzy head, Monica questioned.
Why did she become curious about such a thing. That was obvious. Because a sensation as if completely different things were being mixed haphazardly was triggered; like bright or dark, far or near, or Main God and human.
Asking to lend power.
Asking to withdraw the Divine Punishment brought down on this land.
Lizer whispered like that, and,
‘No, it's different.’
Monica's body became light.
She felt as if she was falling endlessly.
- Human, human, human.
- I hate humans.
Then suddenly,
Voices engraved in Monica's ears.
- You humans who pollute the sea, cut down trees, and scatter blood on the soil──.
- I won't forgive. I won't forgive. I won't forgive.
- You humans who murder kin, savor sins, and devour lives one after another──.
- I will curse. I will curse. I will curse.
At a glance, they sounded like children's voices.
However, Monica knew. That the voices of Spirits were being transmitted. The moment voices full of resentment raged in Monica's head,
‘It's not something that will happen by requesting.’
The pain poking her whole body subsided.
In addition, she felt better. Clean energy stimulated Monica's five senses. Thus, she ended up opening her eyes. While being startled. Because the peace that came after the pain was unfamiliar.
‘This land was so overwhelmed with pain, and the Spirits are cursing the residents, but…….’
Thus, before long she discovered.
Her own figure standing on the ground.
‘Why is this place peaceful.’
A flower garden that seemed to be forged by cutting iron.
In the middle of a garden dotted with hard artificial flowers, looking around, Monica thought. Although a neat garden was prepared, it was entirely iron. There was no entrance, and a lifeless flower garden was spread infinitely. This place constructing a scene as unrealistic as the Lost Library is……,
[The lantern of the Pantheon shines upon you.]
Mother God ‘Ivensina’.
It must be the domain where the head of the Pantheon resides.
[Welcome, one who walks the path.]
Monica opened her eyes wide.
Bewilderment spread in her amber eyes.
[You have arrived through a special journey.]
In the middle of the flower garden, a girl stood.
Not a human. That much she could be certain of. There was no intonation in the voice, and armor cast from platinum was wrapping the girl's body.
[Rest assured.]
However, she couldn't regard her as a god at all.
Monica took a step forward while mumbling with her lips.
[My domain was created so that creations can stay. It is thanks to greeting through an Avatar, not the main body. I who reached by your side am merely a single flower. I am only speaking by taking the shape of a flower.]
“……Fleur?”
At Monica's question, the Mother God did not answer.
It must be because she didn't know the meaning. Light blue eyes looking as if they contained stream water. Blue hair waving like waves. What the shape of the Avatar the Mother God took was alluding to.
[It is truly strange.]
It was precisely because of that.
The Mother God tilted her head.
She examined her own body with an indifferent air.
[One who walks the path, I took the shape of the flower that suits you best, yet…….]
For some reason,
Really for some reason,
I am taking the appearance of a human, she thought.
The Mother God's whisper lingered in Monica's ears.
Through a voice more familiar than ever.
* * *
‘No.’
──SWISH!
Demian shook off the blade.
A Banshee's head scattering on the sandy beach. The beheaded Banshee collapsed weakly.
‘If this goes on, it's a matter of time.’
There was no time to check the corpses.
At a glance, it looked as if the tide was surging. While the blackish bodies of Banshees resembled the color of the Black Sea, it was because they looked like waves due to forming a flock.
‘Before long, the defense line will be breached.’
Demian swung his sword at the forefront.
He cut down Banshees lightly as if dancing a sword dance. It wasn't difficult to fight one Banshee, or three or four Banshees. However, Demian's sword was also only one, and even if he was skilled in swordsmanship, it was burdensome to suppress a flock.
‘But…….’
Demian grit his teeth.
He looked back just like that. The vigilantes were repeating battle. While blocking Banshees by mobilizing clumsy skills,
‘……Why aren't they agitated?’
Those who were injured were sprawled out.
Even so, there was no sign of agitation. The confusion that spread before fighting the battle became colorless.
Is it because they are used to it? Someone dying in the middle of battle.
Questioning so, Demian extended his blade.
‘I am…….’
CLANG──!
After cutting off a Banshee's head again,
‘……Still soft after all.’
Demian ran.
“Aaaack──!”
Near Demian,
Toward a man who was being bitten by a flock of Banshees.
“H, help me! I don't want to die!”
Torn flesh scattered wildly.
Blood leaking from the Banshees' teeth dyed the sand, and,
“──It's alright!”
The moment Demian, who ran with all his might, shouted,
SCREECH, it went. Along with a cry, gazes heading toward Demian. The red glint of Banshees dominated Demian's gray eyes, and,
“Because I came──.”
The moment Demian extended the hand not holding the sword,
“──Ugh!”
Banshees pounced all at once.
One individual among them, a Banshee's claws grazed Demian's eye area.
Claws sharpened as sharp as a blade. It was more than enough to bisect Demian's vision.
Ernst communicated, but,
Demian could not respond.
His right field of vision was getting wet with blood.