Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 480

Gods definitely exist in this world. Of course, there are blessings, blessings, and miracles, but the concept of divine punishment belongs to the unfamiliar side.

There is no particular reason for that. Just because the gods are generous.

When problems arise, they trust that mortals can solve them, and when blasphemy arises, ‘this blasphemer!’ instead of casting a warning.

Except for very few exceptional circumstances, since that is the basic policy taken by the gods who look down on this world, the concept that the gods directly punish them is only applicable to the bastards of the world, and is by no means common.

‘Oh right. There was something like that.’ It means that this feeling is the universal view of dealing with divine punishment.

So when that actually happened, the war literally stopped as everyone went into a brain freeze.

I initially thought someone had set a box of flash grenades in the air.

However, even though the battlefield looked black and white due to the tremendous light, I realized that there were no abnormal symptoms, let alone dazzling, so I noticed the strangeness earlier than others.

While looking at the source, feeling the divine power spreading like a breeze or like sand blown away by a storm, the light fell once more, and when I realized what the light was, all of them stopped moving, regardless of whether they were demons or humans. He turned his head and looked at the rear camp of the Demon King’s army.

No sound, no shock. As if looking at a muted world through a monitor, pure white light flashes, turning the world into black and white each time.

Seeing the light, both sides began to withdraw to their respective camps as if they had promised.

The intentions would have been completely different. The Demon King’s Army is close to recognizing that the light is falling on their headquarters and retreating, recognizing that it is a terrifyingly serious situation, and it is probably because we did not want to be swept away unfairly by sticking together with the ‘real’ divinely punished ones.

Even with the few Demon Lords who were sitting down and weaving as if they had been hit by that ray of light, no one swung a sword or attempted to make a bold charge. Rather, they sneakily avoid it as if they had seen a plague-ridden one.

No one even said anything about it.

There was no difference between the superhumans who were fighting each other.

No, it was a little different. As soon as the sword master stopped moving, the guy who wielded the ax spear ran toward the base with the same momentum that he had rushed to the battlefield.

It was truly superhuman to take action without saying a word even in this situation.

“Eh, isn’t it amazing?”

And such boldness was not easy even for our superhuman side.

She had no regrets about the retreating axe spear, and without hesitation, she turned around and immediately turned to me.

There was only one reason why it was possible even in a complicated battlefield. While the soldiers were splitting like bees into their camps, I was almost alone on the battlefield.

“I’ve often heard from the hero. I’m Santua Santri, a member of the Imperial Guard of the Eshnua Empire.”

Unlike her, who barely moved in place and fought closely, I was in a state where I was quite forward, but she quickly closed the distance and approached me, casually shaking my hand.

But I couldn’t hide my embarrassment when I received that handshake. It was because her sarcastic attitude and the words that seemed insignificant were very important.

“Looking at it up close, you’re far more unusual than I’ve heard. Are you of mixed demon race?”

His mouth is smiling, and his handshake isn’t particularly strong, but his eyes aren’t smiling at all.

Even after fighting the demons from the side like that, if there is something suspicious, I’m full of thoughts to dig into it right away.

Of course, I could fully understand such a reaction, and there was nothing to be embarrassed about, so I spoke confidently.

“No. He’s just an ordinary demonic warrior.”

On the one hand, I hope that the sword master of the empire is not a fucking racist.

?

Ever since the war began, the position of the Demon King’s Army, which had been devastated to an unprecedented degree, was chaos itself.

It was a problem that all major logistics and facilities had literally evaporated, and it was a problem that no one knew why, how, or where this disaster came from, but the bigger problem was that all of this was accompanied by noise and even physical shock. Not doing so was the most serious problem.

Not even a trace of the soldiers and objects in the area was left behind by a terrible disaster that was unknown, even debating whether it could be called a bombing. As if there was nothing there from the beginning, only the crushed grass and the earth remain.

At the time when the light fell, even white ash was scattered, but it had long since disappeared in the cold winter wind. In a scene where an unfamiliar person could only assume that the camp was being built or the camp was being moved in a peculiar way, the troops in the camp were divided into exactly three categories.

Because there was no aftermath, those who came out late and had no idea what had happened, and those who accidentally witnessed the disaster and were terrified.

Finally, those who are in a position where they have to deal with all this mess because of their position as commanders.

“According to the testimony of eyewitnesses, the first pillar of light began in the study tent of the Illusion Wizards.”
“Some said that after the pillar of light disappeared, something like a mysterious piece of metal remained…” ”
…In the process, 60% of the food…”
“The arsenal…”

Their mouths were reporting over ten, but There were only four of them sitting in the command post.

Even then, the position of the top commander is vacant. It would have been fortunate if they were all out on the battlefield and not here, but it was the result of ‘disappearing’ in an unlucky disaster.

Those who remain are also reporting and listening, but their heads are no different from a blank page. I couldn’t say anything about them though. At least it deserves praise for setting up this place to listen to reports and trying to rectify the soldiers.

The four commanders hadn’t exchanged a word since they gathered here, but they had already come to a tacit conclusion.

Destroy the command post. dissemination half wave. Unable to maintain wires.

“In addition to the remnants of strong divine power from other magic units… It was suggested that this would be impossible unless the divine intervened.”

The soldier who said something that made the commanders’ bodies flinch like idiots who were about to drool like idiots at any moment was very nervous that sparks might fly, but fortunately, they only lost the energy to think, not to vent their anger somewhere far away.

“Divine intervention? Not an enemy attack?”
“…that.”

There is no intention to put pressure on the gaze that naturally gathers on the hesitant soldier. It’s just full of endless questions.

As a result, the soldier was able to maintain his composure and carry on his difficult conversation while receiving the attention of the commander and other soldiers.

“There was such a counter-question among them, but if this is an enemy raid, our enemy… will be a god…”

The soldiers feared that it was the intervention of such a powerful enemy, and the commanders who knew the truth to some extent were afraid that they had really incur the wrath of God.

After that, reports continued, but there was no ‘command’. Even after defeating the soldiers who finished the report, time passed as no one was able to open their mouth first.

In the vaguely passing time, it was another soldier who rushed in urgently to bring about a change in the increasingly heavy command post.

“Bo, I have a report! A special operations command direct investigation unit has just arrived via teleportation magic!”

As a result, questions lingered in the minds of the commanders, who were only white. I haven’t even seen it yet, so soon? Even if it was observed with the naked eye, it would have been difficult to pinpoint the location.

“Are you coming here?”
“No, I went to check the scene right away…”
“…Okay.”

From the moment the Special Operations Unit investigation unit is dispatched, it has higher authority than the commander-in-chief of that unit. And it appears only in situations where it is inevitable to understand that such authority is being given.

The commanders got up from their seats, feeling sorry for themselves who were relieved that they were in such a special situation.

I didn’t need a guide or anything. After all, all directions were ‘sites’. As expected, they soon encountered a caped survey unit.

Responding to that was a man wearing a uniform that was as angular as the horns, standing behind the troops surveying the surroundings and silently crossing his arms. The unified uniform was also a uniform, but the man, who was even more differentiated because of his neatness far from the battlefield, even wears angular glasses, which makes you wonder if he is a person who embodies strictness.

However, the eyes drooping low enough to overturn the impression that such an outfit gave off gave the impression of being infinitely lazy.

As if someone wears clothes deliberately and reluctantly.

“four?”

Even talking seemed annoying. Someone who understood that that short word was a question cautiously opened his mouth.

“…The commander-in-chief and other commanders are dead.”
“ah.”

The man, who had seen the enormous damage with his own eyes, maintained an attitude of not being impressed, and turned his head to the scene of the incident again, and gave the order as if it were not a big deal.

“Ordered by authority of Special Operations Command. Troop withdrawal.”

It took some time for the soldiers and commanders around them to understand that the order meant giving up the front line that had been held unwaveringly for years, but there was no refutation.