73 [2-7] Kilmys baby. (2/2)

Lawrence couldn't move a finger. The huge, profane fresh golem was only a sensory organ for sight and hearing.

But only his consciousness still remained.

Lawrence looked down at the knights and farmers that the Marquis of Edfelt had gathered.

The people who were fighting to protect the city, the people, and the country were pointing their weapons at Lawrence.

They look overwhelmed with fear and filled with a sense of duty. They look like they're facing a powerful monster!

”Kill me!　Kill me!　Kill me!

With a crushed throat and an extracted tongue, Lawrence was still screaming.

Rene followed Lawrence as he rampaged through his bullshit.

”That wasn't so bad. It would be more convenient if we could do something about the slow movement. The only problem is that it's not suitable for expeditions because it can't be stored alive.

≪This is a fresh golem that was created by abusing Repair Corpses and fusing the undead together.

It's not a bad asset, except that it costs a bit more magic to maintain, and there's room for improvement if you tweak the shape. You can make it wear armor, or make it a mobile torch. ......

Stop, stop, stop!

Wait a minute. ...... Why isn't it working?

A voice in a choked tone rose in the path of the Lawrence.

A clear, physiologically disgusting light was shining down on Lawrence from the top of a building on the side of the street.

'Some kind of divine magic shot?　That's a strange magic item. But it doesn't do much for this 'meat tank'.

In any case, no matter how evil the formula is, it's still a living creature, and Lawrence, the core of it, is a living human being, so it won't be fatally damaged (though it will be painful to death).

It's not like these guys are the ”Dolorettes” of .......

One of them is a wizard, a woman of sweet beauty and flirtatious attire.

Iris, who had possessed Rene before, had seen the ”Drouet,” and Rene had inherited her memories.

The two men on the rooftop desperately move their searchlights to lick Lawrence's body and try to catch Rene as well. Rene jumped over Lawrence's body and dodged the light.

As Lawrence swung his hammer, the three men in armor looked on.

The man in the silver armor is Erminio, the leader. The two in full body armor with seals in front of him as if to protect him are his temple knights.

They're the ones who broke into the capital and wreaked havoc, reducing Rene's army. I think we should kill them for now.

They're not bad for undead.

I think the two strongest are the Temple Knights. ...... I think they're a good material, but I'm pretty sure they protect their souls. You can't make it rich without catching the soul. d*mn.

Well, it's not bad for ghouls and skeletons.

Rene thinks about the arrangement.

First, Rene should eliminate the two who are hitting him with the sacred beam, while the other three let Lawrence hold them back.

And ......

Oh, ......, that's not good. This is the kind of thing that connects a living person to the undead.

An old woman's voice sounded relaxed, not unlike a battlefield.

As an ex-Japanese, Rene's tone reminded me of an old lady sitting on the porch, petting her cat and drinking tea.

Rene was not the only one surprised by what was happening.

Erminio and the others also turned toward the source of the voice.

An old woman emerged from the distance, cutting through the cautious soldiers.

Pure white hair pulled up in a bun. Her face wrinkled.

She was wearing what I guessed had once been a white robe. It was white with mottled reddish-brown stains.

Her back was bent, but her legs and feet seemed to be strong, and she was coming at a surprisingly fast pace, even with a cane.

Rene wondered. No fear. No hostility. She's just an old woman with a strange mind, like she's been painted all over with cheap white paint.

Go ahead.

The old woman muttered a few words, and holy air swelled up from around her.

--Something's coming!

The old woman muttered a few words, and holy air swelled around her. And then.

”Goaaaaaaa!

”Uh-oh!

A white and gold tiger-like beast leapt at Lawrence.

Its fangs and toes looked like gilded armor that had become one with its body, like a cyborg.

The legions of sacred tigers descended from the heavens one after another, sinking their fangs and claws into Lawrence's massive body.

”Yeah, you should suffer. Even if you didn't mean to, you should suffer for what you've done to this body. It hurts, but hang in there.

”Ahhhh!　Aaahhh!

Good boy. Good boy.

Lawrence coughs up blood and screams in pain.

The attack of the mysterious cyborg tiger seems to be clothed in holy air, which is the most painful thing for Lawrence right now.

The old woman's eyes narrowed in delight as she watched Lawrence writhe in agony.

--I'm sure that's a ...... sacred magic summoning beast, a ”holy beast”?

I'm sure you've heard of them.

You can find a lot of different kinds of beasts, from spirits and angels to demonic spirits like distorted animal spirits, but these majestic shapes (designs) and overflowing holy air are definitely sacred magic.

The nearly ten holy beasts quickly put Lawrence out of action.

Each and every one of them is powerful enough, and many of them are ......

But for all that, the old woman in front of me doesn't seem strong enough to take on such a thing. I don't feel the magic of sacred magic either.

Maybe she's just a commander and there's a sorceress behind her controlling the summoned beast, but if that's the case, why did she come out to the front lines like this? ......

Anyway, this old woman was strange and creepy in many ways.

Well, this seems to be the main topic.

The old woman turned to Rene, her expression as calm as ever.

The old woman turned to Rene, her face as calm as ever.

God is watching. Yes. You're not going to get away with it.

You're going to ...... hell. d*mn kids.