YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW [6]

Regressor's Instructions Manual Episode 999"

You reap what you sow (6)

The type of demon that appeared before us seems to be the complete opposite of what we expected. While there was some concern that the one we faced might not be Zen, it was more likely that among the Templars, this would be the one we haven't encountered yet.

This giant demon, with the face of a bull and the head of a snake on its body, is different from Templar Simon in that it has focused on strength and endurance.

Like the spider, the eyes of the extra villain who constantly shouts "Bahamut" are a mix of fear and terror towards its master.

Rising up its robust body and letting out a massive roar, the tension is palpable in the eyes of the expedition members facing it. Being skilled individuals, they would likely feel it even more acutely.

It's possible to recognize that this monster is different from the ones we've encountered so far.

While there was a bit of unease, it wasn't a major concern. Even though it's frustrating, I know very well that the demon summoner, who once stood at the pinnacle of villainy, wasn't inept, even though he's sitting there flicking his fingers arrogantly.

'Moreover...'

Hyunseong is here too...

If the pattern is simple, dealing with it shouldn't pose much difficulty. Like all hunts, the issue with this type is making mistakes during the strategy.

It's hard to imagine that this arrogant individual, who considers themselves a perfectionist, would make such a foolish mistake.

"Uwoooo!!"

The strategy will flow smoothly.

The monster, resembling a bull, charges in like a charging rhino, and protective spells layer upon layer in an instant.

The protective spells the mages chanted are absurdly easily shattered, but they weren't entirely ineffective.

The spells that absorbed damage instead helped the warriors withstand the demon's attacks for another round.

Buff spells are instantly stacked on the main tank's mob, while debuffs are applied to the bull's body.

With a booming sound, the tank's body that successfully took the hit is heard crunching, but thanks to healing magic, it quickly recovers.

'It's not easy.'

Memorizing attack spells is impossible for mages.

After all, there's a priority. They probably thought that preventing the charge with protective magic was the first priority.

And yet, the mages start memorizing the next spell immediately, and later, Yu Ah-young, the blue sub-tanker, steps forward, adjusting her helmet in front of the demon.

After noticing her, the bull shifts again and extends its fist, but once again, layers of defense barriers begin to stack.

The demon summoner flicks his fingers arrogantly.

Then, this time, one warrior from the Republic stands his ground.

The tanker continues to recover and creates an environment where he can block the enemy's attacks.

Continuously deploying frontliners who can withstand the demon's attacks, they don't spare any investment in them.

It feels like several toreadors are surrounding a single bull.

The seemingly inhuman tactics, placing the necessary chess pieces in the right positions, were pushing our forces towards the enemy.

Ordered and organized, the gaps left by the fallen frontliners are filled by executioners. This time, it was Kim Yeri who faced the demon.

'Are they using her as an evasion tank?'

As the demon summoner anticipated, Kim Yeri, with just one sheet of paper's difference, continues...and starts to let the demon's attacks flow past her. Since even a single mistake would lead to an immediate game over, tension is evident on her face as well.

With each flick of Jincheong's finger, troops or individuals start moving continuously.

Whenever the foolish bull needlessly consumes its turn, the allies' side can take a meaningful turn.

Simple yet challenging, conventional but not something just anyone can do.

Utilizing the small advantages gained in each turn to continuously secure other advantages felt reminiscent of the previous Republic War.

At first glance, it appears that the expedition is sweating. The demon is screaming and rampaging, and the allied forces are retreating to reorganize their formation.

But the reality is different. In my eyes, that monster seems to be sinking into the swamp slowly.

Of course, there are differences. What was different from before was the sword it had the ability to wield.

The formation it created, the turns it saved, and the small advantages it prepared were all for the sake of its sharpest sword.

Kim Hyunseong is moving between the tank and mage, between frontliners, creating pathways between troops, and placing himself where he's needed.

The turn it used translates into one turn where the dealers can attack.

The archers fire their arrows, and the other frontliners strike the demon's surroundings, knocking on its armor.

Kim Hyunseong also sticks to the demon, swinging his sword.

Seeing him nod, it seems Kim Hyunseong is satisfied with this situation.

'He did enjoy it. More than necessary.'

For melee fighters like Kim Hyunseong, creating space for them is of significant importance.

He might not even have needed an order. Kim Hyunseong's task is merely to step in where he needs to be and swing his sword.

'It seems things are going as planned.'

An arrogant expression, a gaze that everything is flowing as he intended

- General?

-....

- General.

-What's going on? I'm busy right now. If you have something, come back later...

-Save your power.

-What's that supposed to mean? I don't understand.

- Literally. It's just as it sounds. It's a reminder not to expose our full power recklessly, to keep Hyunseong's strength intact before the main event. You know we need to have enough power saved up to prepare for the Bahamut battle, right? The Blue Guild members are the same. Unless it's an unavoidable situation, exclude them from the front lines immediately. I'll give you 5 minutes since I think you need time to regroup.

- Why do you decide that at your own discretion? I'm the field commander. Regardless of the method chosen, the decision is mine...

- I'm the one in charge. And even if the General doesn't want to, I can speak up first. I gave you the extra time because I thought you might need time to regroup, even if it's just 5 minutes. I hope you understand that.

- ...

- Keep sending updates.

Seeing him hit the armrest of his chair with his fist, I felt a sense of relief as if a slight tension was being released.

During the readjustment process, some variables would naturally emerge, but...

'In case of a very urgent situation, whether it's sending in Kim Hyunseong or him directly joining the front lines, he would do something."

He wouldn't be able to maintain an arrogant attitude while sitting in the chair.

- Hyung? Hyung?

- Handle it yourself, Raphael.

- Uh... Okay...

Protecting Kim Hyunseong's strength was a wise decision. As the Templar hunt took more time than anticipated, the thought that we needed to prepare for the Bahamut battle grew stronger.

"Save meeeee! I don't want to die!"

While saying that and pretending to be weak, the creature was still resisting, swinging its legs.

The pattern kept changing. It continued to scatter spider silk as it moved the ceiling, focusing on accumulating damage on the expedition members.

Despite deploying guild members including Park Deok-gu, the situation remained unchanged. Of course, we weren't completely unable to deal damage, but...

'It's taking too long.'

While the long-time persevering Draktaris was powerful, with priests in the vicinity, delivering the decisive blow wouldn't be easy.

"Bahamut! Bahamut is here!"

I didn't want to show any signs of nervousness, but it's hard not to feel restless. The more the strategy dragged on, the more my mood soured.

Raphael, who was keeping an eye on this side, seemed to be constantly anxious and had dry saliva in his mouth. The creature probably felt frustrated as well.

Contrary to what I thought, the hunt wasn't going well as I thought.

'It's insufficient.'

With just this spider, how are we going to face Bahamut? There's one more puzzle piece prepared...

'Where's Templar Zen?'

"We need assistance."

"Raphael?"

"Priests, please provide assistance!"

At that moment, a large beam of light from the priest's side appeared, and the quickly shot beam hit the creature's back with a flash.

"Aaargh!"

After that sound, Raphael, wrapped in wings, wielded his sword and headed towards the creature.

In an instant, the gray-colored sword pierced the creature's body with a screeching sound! Green bodily fluids poured out from the creature's back.

Although that also seemed to be acidic, it was quickly turned over onto its body. However, Rafael continued to pour sword strikes without hesitation.

Although Cha Hee nodded as if it was alright...

"That friend fits my taste."

'A complete mess...'

If the priests hadn't been skilled, the situation would have quickly deteriorated.

Hitting it with a proper effective blow was praiseworthy, but engaging in reckless actions like that wouldn't be helpful.

While the creature's body repeated melting and recovery, the sounds of chewing were continuously heard, but the gray warrior didn't stop swinging his sword, almost like he was on the edge of a cliff.

"Aaaargh! It hurts! It hurts!"

Although the defense barrier was painstakingly set up, he pounded on it with his legs and was striving with all his might to escape the situation.

He was breaking the wall with his legs, trying to create an escape route...

"Don't let it get away! Damn it!"

Raphael, who spat out coarse words, kept cutting with his sword, his lips tightly clenched. To anyone looking, the situation felt like it was spiraling into chaos.

As long as this side had this advantage, it was a situation we could capitalize on.

Thunk! Crash!

"Son of a bitch! You bastards! It hurts!"

It was becoming unbearable to watch, heading towards a chaotic situation.

On the Draktaris side, they continue to send out sacred attacks. The spider and Raphael, who is running away, are consuming their energy while doing meaningless tag and weakening their stamina.

Although the demon is continuously creating a crack in the wall they put up and is pouring damage onto them...

THUD

Suddenly, a loud sound was heard.

"Hahahahah."

The guy who had been screaming suddenly burst into laughter.

'Shit.'

"Bahamut is...You...guys are...haha"

While on the other side, the large hand that emerged suddenly grabbed the spider's neck.

"Bahamut... it's your fault... Save me..."

With a sound like a crack, the creature's neck twisted, visible within sight.

A sensation of the heart throbbing heavily.

Quaaaang!

Following that sound, the wall burst open...

And the creature was revealed.

"What is that...?"

Some members started murmuring while clutching their trembling bodies.

"Monster... Monster..."

"Sh*t... Sh*t... Sh*t..."

Cha Hee-ra's showing her teeth. The feeling of unease as if she's about to bolt is evident, and I immediately twists my body, embracing Heera nuna in her arms — a natural reaction. I clung to her as if her clothes might collapse any moment. Otherwise, this lunatic would charge at him.

"Honey?"

The appearance of the saint, clearly consumed by fear.

The expression of an adult who wants to believe this reality is not true.

"..."

"Just a moment..."

"Heera, nuna. Run... I'm about to..."

"...."

"Run away..."

At the same time, a roaring sound erupted.

[Waaaaah!!!!!]

Bahamut, whom I shared warm friendship countless years ago. The unforgettable person...

Now. Now, he's sick, disgusting... turned into a filthy monster.

"That... that disgusting monster bastard..."

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