First Outer World Story Series: The Black Mist that Devours - Chapter 51
Translator: MadHatter Editor: MadHatter
“Human beings, make your choice.”
Since I didn’t speak the language of this country, I posed my questions to the humans who were captured in English. At my feet lay the Karajin, who has been rendered unconscious.
“Will you continue to work here until you die? Or shall you be exterminated by us for the sake of escaping from this world? Or will you escape with an indeterminable future? Or will you struggle to grasp your lives by your very own hands!”
Upon hearing my words, some were appalled, others were agitated, and some reacted with trepidation. But such reactions were ineluctable. After all, I was now in the base, “Red Tilt Taiji Cave” of the Demon King called “Crimson Scattering Spice King” and I intended to defeat his kin, the Karajin. Furthermore, the captured humans were forced to confront a choice between living and dying, which was an unbelievable thing for a young girl like me to be doing.
Now, allow me to direct their thoughts.
“If you are anxious about not being armed, I will supply you with this.”
With these words, I beckoned Izumi to draw near and she silently utilized her ≪Bio Weapon Creation・Axe≫ to produce a dozen or more axes comprised of bone.
In addition, although it was originally difficult to consecutively utilize ≪Bio Weapon Creation ・Axe≫ in this way since it involved bleeding and lacerations during the creation process, Izumi can achieve this thanks to her ≪Unbloody≫ and ≪Self-Regeneration (Weak)≫ skills.
“If you desire to save your family, loved ones, and friends, save them with your own hands; if you desire to avenge them, avenge them with your own hands.”
While my words appeared to light a fire of courage in many people’s hearts, some people’s hearts were lit up with a darker flame.
“Let’s go. They regard those with power as justice. Then you, in the name of justice, shall reclaim all that they have deprived you of!”
A whirlwind of zeal and cheers erupted from among the people as I lifted the dagger in my hand. Then I aimed at Karajin’s head at my feet while simultaneously declaring.
“Everyone! Annihilate the adversaries!”
And so the war cry arose with the head of the Karajin being decapitated, thus signaling the commencement of the battle.
That was my first impression of the girl, Hisano Ichiko.
She detested the “King of the Devouring Black Mist” to the point of wishing to exterminate him and has been training to attain the capability to actually kill him. However, on the other hand, she also seemed to hold feelings for Kurokiri.
I wondered if this conflation of emotion and abomination was truly unique to human beings.
And the “King of the Devouring Black Mist,” for his part, tolerated her, acknowledged her, and used her for his own ends, which was to revolt against the God of Calamity. This was indeed a riveting development.
Now, this time she was inciting people to act on her and Kurokiri’s behalf. Should this succeed, the Spice King will suffer a major blow, thus vastly boosting her and Kurokiri’s capabilities. For me, that would be a joyous event as it would signify that the experiment would make progress.
The girl and her group, nevertheless, will not be a match for the Spicy King in their current state. The gap in power between the Demon King and the rest was still far too wide. Hence, if a battle were to ensue, they would be defeated without the slightest hope for victory.
In any event, the Spice King was a Demon King that will not grow if his current stance persisted. If so, there would be no harm thwarting him by lending the girls a helping hand.
Thus, I have made up my mind to stand on their side.
Well, it would be best if the battle doesn’t arise under the present circumstances.
We were advancing through the “Red Tilt Taiji Cave” composed of 6 people per team, conducting searches in each room and eradicating the enemies in this hierarchy.
The kin in their respective dungeons was certainly superior to us. Their status was about twice the original value of humans, and their HP, MP, and SP were also drastically amplified. But they have been conceited and careless. Therefore, they were unable to adapt to sudden insurgents and were overwhelmed by the disparity in numbers, leading them to be eliminated one after another.
Ultimately, individuals with such limited strength were insignificant in the face of sheer numbers. If a frontal attack could be stopped, another human being would simply launch an attack from behind. Even if they were clad in ≪Crimson Dust≫, trying to attack the vanguard was meaningless in front of the long-range attack skills that will be saturated with fire. While their individual skills can be somewhat effective, even so, it was not feasible for them to defeat this number of people at once unless their skills are at a high level. Not to mention, our number of people will only be multiplied back several times over after rescuing further captives.
Besides, the number of opponents was limited, but our side can grow its numbers by liberating individuals who were now being held captive.
“Tch! So now they’re playing the hostage card!”
And apparently, it was my turn for the role.
My turn to step in at this stage was when a level 1 human being encountered demons that they can’t handle or a hostage-taking opponent like the one I was dealing with right now.
And what I did was remarkably simple.
“Listen up, you guys! If you…”
While the enemy was making threats, I simply approached them with ≪Mist Cloak≫ or ≪Short-range Teleportation≫ and beheaded them with ≪Decapitation≫. There existed neither any resistance nor any possibility of resistance from them. The power of level 7 was not a mere feat.
Now, shall we hunt as many as we can, “Crimson Scattering Spice King”?
Check out other Outer World Story series in order: Outer World Story: The Black Mist that Devours (First series), Outer World Story: Pumpkin Sorcerer (Third series), Outer World Story: Basilisk of Ice Sculpture (Fourth series)
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