149

Ep. 149

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The cults assigned to the Angra-class high-speed frigate belonging to the carrier battle group were fortunate.

Five days ago, they were hit by a heat ray of psychic power fired by a three-headed demon and crashed onto an island.

This planet Saigil 08 is like a magical world filled with dangerous creatures. It was never an easy environment for them to survive, as their physical abilities were only at a sub-human level.

If they had fallen on the continent, they would not have lasted even a day.

"Will the rescue team really come?"

"Once that magnetic storm subsides, we will be able to contact the satellite. "You just have to hold on until then."

Cults with various horns were sitting around a bonfire and eating grilled fish. One cult member had one of his horns broken from the impact of the fall, while another had his body wrapped in bandages.

Although he looked like a defeated soldier, the eyes of the 25 people were full of determination to endure at all costs.

"If you look at the sky, the magnetic storm has weakened compared to yesterday."

"The communication equipment has been partially restored. "It's just that we're short on parts."

"Let's try again tomorrow morning. "Technicians, check to see if there is a way to obtain parts from damaged aircraft."

The cultists nodded, following the instructions of the goat-horned warrior.

"It's going to be hard for everyone, but we have to endure it somehow. "Many have left under the guidance of Providence, but our time is not yet right."

The cults are a race blessed with psychic powers, but that didn't help much in this situation.

Most psychic power techniques consume a lot of the user's energy. If you use psychic power techniques to catch fish or pick fruit, you will run out of energy in an instant and collapse.

The warriors who knew this fact worked hard to ensure that the cult members could move without causing any trouble.

The sailors also knew the warrior's intentions and followed his instructions. Regardless of whether this situation is dissatisfying.

After finishing their meal, they moved to take care of their respective tasks. The leader, a member of the warrior group, walked around non-stop and helped his colleagues with their work.

Time passed and the sixth night came to the island.

The warriors went around and confirmed that there were no dangerous creatures on this island. Still, something unexpected could happen during the night, so I decided to keep watch.

Except for the three people on watch, all the remaining personnel fell into a deep sleep.

"The fire is getting weaker."

"I'm going to run some errands, so I'll pick it up then."

A member of the cult entered the forest carrying a rifle.

"Wow, I almost had to cum."

Some distance away from the campfire, he went about his business. He pulled himself together and picked up tree branches around him.

Thinking that this was enough, he was about to go back when he heard a rustling sound in his ear.

The sound of leaves and branches being stepped on. He quickly threw away the branches and picked up his rifle.

"Who is it?"

He shouted, but there was no answer. Another watchman heard his cries and rushed over.

"Why are you screaming all of a sudden?"

"I just heard footsteps in the forest."

"what?"

The two watchmen aimed their rifles in the direction from which they heard the sound, but no footsteps were heard.

"I think you heard wrong."

"is it?"

The two were about to go back to the bonfire.

Then again, an unidentified sound stimulated their ears. This time it wasn't just footsteps.

"Did you just hear that?"

"…."

The two held their breath and listened.

The faint sound of waves heard from beyond the forest, the sound of leaves blowing and swaying in the wind.

and.

"Is there anyone?"

The small but clearly audible sound was clearly the voice of a female cultist. It was clear that one of the cult's survivors had found their way to the island.

"What should I do? Should I help you?"

"Wait a minute. "Something is strange."

It hasn't been a day or two since I came to this island, and that doesn't mean the island is large enough to be called a continent. It's large enough to circle the island in half a day, so there's no way there's a cult they haven't seen.

"We've been here a few days. "There are no other ships here."

"Maybe it came from somewhere else? "Wow, the situation is better than ours, so they can come on a ship-based plane."

"That's…"

It's not wrong, but there was a fact that was overlooked.

Even though it was nighttime, there was no sound of an aircraft flying at all.

"In times like these, we need to join forces! hey! "This way!"

"wait!"

Before his colleague could point this out, the cultist ran towards the direction from which the voice was heard. While shouting loudly.

"What are you two doing?"

"I heard a woman's voice from over there a little while ago."

"what?"

The two watchmen thought for a moment, but decided to wake up the warrior instead of following their comrade who ran away. No matter how much I thought about it, that voice was suspicious.

As the two were moving toward the campfire, the voice of a colleague who had run in earlier came from behind the bushes.

"hey! "Help us!"

"uh?"

"These are friends from the Mt. Jasville 02 frigate! You do not have to worry!"

"you're right! "A problem arose while bringing the aircraft in."

"Please come and help me."

The voice coming from beyond the bushes was not from just one person. Shouts were heard simultaneously as if a large number of people were here.

There was no sign of threat in the voice of the colleague who ran over. Rather, I was just happy to meet my fellow countrymen after a long time.

"weird. "I didn't hear the sound of the aircraft carrier?"

"I guess we missed it. "Let's go and check it out."

So the two remaining watchmen also relaxed. They followed the voice through the bushes.

The trees growing on the island are not that huge, but it is currently dark night. Even if there is a light attached to the rifle, it is not easy for non-combatants to pass through the dark forest.

As if they understood the situation, the voices of the cultists emerged in a timely manner.

"This way!"

"Here! here!"

"You just need to come a little further!"

As if trying to make sure they don't get lost at all.

After following the voice, I ended up at a beach, not a forest. Perhaps because of the waves, a female cult member wearing a reinforced suit was standing alone in a wide and deep dent in the sand.

"what? Where are the others?"

The female cult had no answer to the constant questioning. She just looked at them with an expressionless face.

The owners of the voices that had been heard simultaneously just moments ago were nowhere to be seen. The aircraft carrier they say they came on board.

That's when I thought things were going strangely.

One of the watchmen who was looking towards the rolling waves felt something strange.

'what?'

The waves were supposed to hit the beach, but they were hitting the air as if they were being blocked by something invisible.

The moment the cult realized that it was unnatural, they felt a strange smell coming from somewhere.

There is a strange smell faintly hanging in the air. A foul smell that is fundamentally different from the salty smell of the sea.

The colleague sitting next to me stepped back, wondering if he was the only one who felt strange. His gaze was focused on the shadow of a woman standing alone on the sand with a strange face.

Cult followed his gaze and saw a shadow, feeling the fur on his body stand on end.

At first, I thought the wet sand looked black, but that wasn't the case.

All of the black sand in front of them was a shadow.

"Are you going?"

The image of the female cult shimmers like a haze. At the same time, the shadow wriggles and moves.

And the voice you hear.

"Where are you going to leave us alone?"

"Don't leave us behind."

"Come join us."

A shadow fell upon them along with the voices of their compatriots.

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The warriors of the Angra-class high-speed frigate opened their eyes to an unknown ominous feeling.

In general, the Goat Horn Cult is known to be skilled in psychic power techniques related to physical strengthening. Although he joined the warrior corps by taking advantage of his aptitude, he had one thing that was more special than others.

Excellent crisis detection ability.

Thanks to his ability to sense danger more quickly than his colleagues, he often escaped death even on dangerous battlefields.

So, after this mission, he planned to retire the warriors and prepare for the prophet exam. His abilities are far below those of true prophets, but he is talented, so as long as he trains, there will be no major problems.

In any case, the crisis detection ability, which is close to precognition, was suddenly activated.

The warrior quickly picked up the weapon he had placed next to him. He strengthened his five senses with psychic power.

His strengthened ears picked up every little sound coming from outside the tent.

"So we can separate this?"

"yep. When combined with these parts, it can be operated immediately after attachment."

"Right. "What else do you need?"

"If you're going to take it, you can take this too."

What I heard was the sound of a conversation between a male cult and a female cult.

'Is it night watch?'

Seeing my fellow countrymen talking calmly, it was far from a crisis situation. But his brain's ability to sense crisis still rang an alarm.

Get out of this place right now.

Moreover, there is one important fact.

There are no female cults among this group of survivors.

'….'

The warrior unit member, who was worried, finally decided to look into the situation for himself. With his heart pounding and shaking hands, he gently opened the tent's covered entrance.

And he regretted his actions.

"good. "I guess this will be fine."

A half-wrecked ship not far from the tent. There was something so huge that it was difficult to capture it all at a glance.

A monster with a terrifying appearance that had never been seen before was disassembling ships with its long arms.

"So, are you going to save me?"

"I worked hard too! "Please save me too!"

"shit! me too!"

What was even more terrifying was the 'something' on the guy's back. Five white faces of the cult were stuck on its back like boils and were crying out for help. Among those faces, there were ones the warriors knew.

"I told you everything I know! please…!"

"quiet."

As a smooth female voice flowed from the monster's mouth, the screaming faces calmed down. The monster's pure white eyes moved and headed toward the warrior's tent.

"Did you see it?"

The warrior who made eye contact with the guy thought it would all be a dream.

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'I got everything I needed.'

There is a lot of time left before Nightmare Horizon's cooldown expires. So, I visited the ship crash sites checked by the Mother of Heaven and collected parts that could strengthen the armament of the new frigate.

'There is nothing bad about having a high level of armament.'

The stronger the ship becomes, the more weapons it can use through erosion.

'Today is the 6th day. 'We can leave as soon as tomorrow.'

I am returning to the Saintopia 02 continent with newly acquired parts and ship weapons on my back.

This is the final destination. The other ships crashed on completely different continents and are too far away.

'Anyway, it's been a while since I used the mimicry machine and human face combo.'

Both of these are the two main characteristics used in the game. In fact, there is an important synergy between the two characteristics that is not officially known.

'If you have the character trait, you can select the victim to apply as a mimicry organ.'

When the mimicry organ ingests a new gene, it discards the previously stored gene and replaces it with a new one. So, every time you eat, the target that you embody as a pheromone changes.

'That's the weakness of the mimicry organ.'

The object I want to embody with pheromones cannot be changed by my own will.

Due to the sense of disparity that arises as the size increases and the limited ability to deceive the enemy by pretending to be a specific target, it was difficult to continue using the mimicry organ until the latter half of the game.

'Originally, it would be like that, but…'

When the character of a human being enters the picture, the story becomes completely different.

The Inmyeonsu trait works by copying the enemy's genes and storing them within the body. I can ask them questions and dig up information because when I absorb it, I also take some of their memory information.

What is important here is that the mimicry organ can retrieve and use the stored genetic information.

By selecting one of the genetic information stored in the body, you can create a pheromone that disguises itself as the target.

'Few people know this.'

As far as I know, I am the only person who has used both characteristics at the same time. In the first place, the mimicry organ itself is a characteristic that few people acquire, so there are very few people who have attempted to use the two together.

'I troubled a lot of people with this.'

As I was screwing so many people with the mimicry machine, there were people among them who came up with strategies to attack. They ask for passwords that only they know, or throw bait in the hope that if they catch another prey, they will not be able to camouflage themselves with the previously camouflaged target, etc.

However, they also did not know that I had the means to disguise myself as various objects.

'Of course, this also has its drawbacks.'

The number of genes that can be stored as a character trait is up to 5 people. Therefore, I can disguise up to 5 people at once using the mimicry organ.

'It would be great if we could expand this part in some way.'

No matter how much I looked into the game, I couldn't find a way to increase it.

'It might be different in this world.'

Since this is a place where elements that did not exist in the game appear one after another, there may be a way to increase the limit on the number of faces somewhere in this universe.

While I was swimming with that thought in mind, I felt a familiar wave.

"Big baby!"

Before I knew it, number 26 was approaching me, its fins fluttering. In the distance, on the moonlit sandy beach, the small figures of Heavenly Mother and Adhai appeared.

[Zuzuzuzu Zuzu (Why did you come all the way here?)]

"I was swimming because I was bored."

He answered with a bright wave. Like a marine creature, do they enjoy swimming?

'I will leave this planet tomorrow.'

When you go to your next destination, you probably won't have much time to swim for a while. It would be better to let him enjoy swimming, which he loves, for now.

[Zuzu zuzu zuzu (Then let's go together)]

｢Yes!｣

I enjoyed the last swim in the night sea of this planet with No. 26.

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In the middle of a pitch-black universe.

A small ship was crossing infinite space.

Anyone with an interest in spaceships will quickly recognize that the ivory-colored, oval-shaped ship is an escape ship for the cult.

And here, a more knowledgeable person would be able to see that the rear part of the spacecraft, near the super-light engine, was severely damaged.

The impossibility of faster-than-light navigation in this vast universe is a very serious problem. This is especially true if it is an escape ship equipped with minimal food and medical supplies.

The two people inside the beautifully designed escape ship waited day after day to die.

"Captain, this is the last remaining food."

"I'm not hungry, so you can eat."

"That can't be possible. "You haven't eaten anything for three days already."

Their identity was the captain and crew who escaped from the imperial carrier 'Judge of Damos 08'.

During the final escape, the FTL engines were severely damaged in the aftermath of the carrier explosion. Currently, they were in distress in the middle of space.

Although this escape ship's flight speed is very fast, it would take about half a year to enter the cult's sphere of influence without a superlight engine. Only a week's worth of food was stored, which was not enough to get to the escape ship.

In other words, there are two options left to them. Starvation or suicide.

"Captain. I made a promise to the other guys. "I will make sure that the captain does not die in vain."

"…."

"Please help me keep my promise."

"…I'll just eat half."

As the sailor was about to hand over half of the combat rations to the captain, the ship suddenly stopped.

"What's going on? "Is it a space dog?"

"I'll check!"

The two quickly operated the instrument panel to see why the ship had stopped.

"Captain!"

"…Someone is pulling our boat by force."

Maybe a cult ship would be lucky enough to spot them, but that was unlikely.

This star system through which the escape ship passes is an empty space unoccupied by any force. It is an appropriate place for Space Dog, which is hostile to all forces, to hide.

"Haha, it looks like Providence is trying to take us away."

"…I will fight until the end."

They grabbed the weapons stored on the escape ship. Soon, the sound of a plasma cutter operating was heard from the door of the escape ship.

"gulp."

"…now!"

The moment the door was cut open, they ran out.

Although he starved for several days, he is a captain who has visited countless battlefields in the past. He attempted to attack the enemy by summoning up all of his remaining psychic power.

However, the enemy was more skillful than he expected. The enemy, who was wearing a white suit and had a slim body, lightly deflected the captain's attack and transformed his arm into a blade, aiming it at his neck.

"Huh?!"

"Stop."

"Captain!"

Meanwhile, another sailor had been subdued by an enemy wearing a bizarre suit that looked like a combination of a walker and a reinforced suit.

"We will not surrender to the space dogs."

"Space Dog? Do I look like a space dog?"

The person who overpowered the captain asked back with a cool voice. Only then was the captain able to properly examine the opponent.

Surprisingly, the opponent with excellent fighting skills was a woman. A woman with a long horn on the left side of her head.

"You're not a cult…. "Reveal your identity."

She responded to the captain's words.

"My name is Sihyeon Eugene. Captain Nern of 'Judge of Damos 08' has come to see you."

"Eugene? Could it be the Eugene family of Megacorp?"

Eugene, the noble capital of Megacorp and the former shadow of the Eugene family, came to visit those who had failed in their purification mission.

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