Chapter 267: Harpy Kingdom Revival 7
TL/Editor: Raei
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When you reach a higher level of mastery over mana, you go beyond human capabilities.
I'm not being arrogant by calling myself superhuman.
Ordinary humans can't hear, see, or feel what I can. With abundant mana, my senses are enhanced, including gaining a sixth sense, a supreme state of being.
Seven warriors, who could easily kill hundreds of soldiers with their bare hands, were clearly in trouble, sweating heavily and turning to flee.
"Crazy f*cker, what, what did you use?!"
"I don't know, damn it! Just run, I'll buy drinks or whatever later!"
"It's always the damn mages causing problems, motherf*cker-!"
The burly axeman, his one-eyed spear-wielding friend, along with Katie slicing through tentacles and Rebecca crushing them, all started running towards the Temple Knights, turning their backs to the enemy.
And, of course, I was doing the same.
There should have been seven fleeing since seven attacked, but I only saw six.
Looking around, I noticed the bald greatsword warrior far away.
He probably used the recoil of my fully-charged warhammer swing to launch himself back.
"Ro, Roland! Something's coming! Something's on its way! What the hell-!"
"Stay calm and control your mana, Katie. We can make it out."
Despite Katie nearly losing it due to the intense warning of her sixth sense.
The long-haired dual-wielder, having thrown one of his swords away, essentially tossed Katie to me.
She calmed down once I caught her.
After stabilizing her, we started running together.
Dragging her by the scruff and thumping her on the back like a malfunctioning radio seemed to fix her.
"Thanks, over there! Get the sword money from that hairy f*cker!"
"I'll collect it all: the drink, the sword, the life debt, damn bastard!"
As Rebecca, Katie, and I rushed towards the Temple Knights, the hairy man and his one-eyed friend disappeared into a pit, and the long-haired swordsman who helped Katie vanished into the distance after stepping over a stalagmite, just as the ground began to crack open, releasing a disgusting green liquid.
"Damn it, you said it was an intermediate-level scroll!"
"It was supposed to be intermediate-level, according to the Magic Tower, really!"
The ground burst open like a geyser, spewing green liquid and silencing the distant shouts of the hairy man and his companion.
A towering pillar of water, at least 10 meters high and a deep green color, suggesting it was highly toxic.
All the tentacles previously reaching for us vanished instantly.
When the acid from the geyser touched the persistent tentacles, they snapped off in less than a second, not just melting or being severed but completely disintegrating upon contact.
This terrifying sight nearly made us freeze, but we pushed forward and safely reached the Temple Knights.
"Brother Roland? What exactly is that?"
"It's something strange from the Magic Tower! Everyone, cast protective spells now. A single drop could be deadly!"
A Temple Knight, initially fighting off tentacles, rushed over to me, alarmed.
He started reciting a prayer after seeing a droplet dissolve a stalagmite as thick as a mature tree in just five seconds.
Fortunately, the boss monster, along with its tentacles reaching past the acidic geyser, retreated hastily, though apparently not adept at moving backward.
"Watch out! The protection spell is breaking!"
The protective spell, a collective effort from Temple Knights, priests, and nuns, began to dissolve under the attack of a green, acidic gas, acting like a potent magical acid, even boiling through the magical shields erected by mages.
This made everyone who was actively fighting the tentacles to start asking what was happening.
This included Irene, using protective spells, Grace, aiming her arrow, and Han Se-ah, who was firing barrels with a catapult.
-Lol, thought the scroll was blocked, but it wasn't nah it wasn't blocked, just f*cking exploding
-A lava hot spring from hell would be milder than that sh*t
-Cute how the seven of them instantly turned their backs to run the hell away
-The bald greatsword warrior bolted before even Teacher Roland, guess that's what a senior adventurer is about
-What the hell is the Magic Tower doing, making and selling such things lol
-What kind of magic is that, exactly?
Facing those critical looks, I naturally took the lead to deflect the blame.
"It appears a defective scroll from the Magic Tower used by an adventurer caused the explosion."
"The Magic Tower... I understand. That was a close call, brother."
"It's typical of those responsible for making the scrolls. We need to find out who it was."
The blame naturally shifted from the person who used the scroll to the unidentified mage who made it, thanks to the notorious reputation of the Magic Tower's past deeds.
After catching my breath, I approached a mage brought by Charlotte who looked familiar and asked what had just happened.
"It seems like an attempt to forcibly modify an existing scroll into an acid attribute went berserk. If we were unlucky, it might have exploded right in the adventurer's hands.
Still, although it became unstable, its power seems to be on par with high-level ones. With some fine-tuning, this could lead to a new method of scroll production..."
Even in this situation, this guy is thinking about creating magical dynamite, as expected of a mage.
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Raei Translations
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Most tentacles melted upon contact with the acidic geyser, leaving the boss monster in agony.
We backed away, fearing even a drop could dissolve our gear and kill us instantly.
The one who broke this sudden truce created by the acid geyser was none other than Han Se-ah.
"Hanna, what's your plan?"
"I think I can hit its eyes now."
I mistook her loaded catapult for something else, but it looked more like the skeleton of a tank.
She adjusted angles from a targeting seat on the catapult.
She had been using the catapult for damage since her most potent skill, Call Lightning, would likely be blocked by the monster's rocky exterior.
She had also used a golem to fight the boss on the 30th floor, not engaging directly.
It was another tactic for handling large monsters.
A quick look at the stream showed a targeting device on the catapult, indicating the impact area.
-Time to hit the eye jackpot already
-It's really annoying how the tentacles and eyes all wriggle together lol
-It's so frustrating, it feels like it's about to hit but then doesn't, like a sneeze that won't come out
-Since you can't hit it anyway, just pan the camera on Irene beside you
-Se-ah, you're not missing on purpose for donations, are you?
"Ah sh*t, how do we deal with dozens of tentacles! A goalkeeper only has two hands, how many does that thing have?"
However, the viewers' reactions were ice-cold.
The boss's 11 red eyes remained unscathed even after our failed attempt to hit them and our retreat from a malfunctioning magic scroll.
Despite numerous attempts, we hadn't landed a single successful hit.
The viewers, who usually tease over trivial matters, were relentlessly mocking Han Se-ah's 0% success rate in boss raid gimmicks.
[Mr. BB donated 10,000 Won!]
It's not much, but take this and please hit it at least once...
[Eye Poking Magic donated 100,000 won!]
So it has to be this way... donations.. do you feel good now?
[Lover of Irene's Divine Energy Pouches donated 300,000 won!]
I'm donating this because I think going to the dentist would hurt less. Please take it.
"Hey! Are you guys giving donations? ...Thanks for the donations, but this isn't intentional. Now that the tentacles are gone, I'll try to aim properly!"
Han Se-ah, who was about to lose her temper over this unexpected financial support, gets serious.
She then starts aiming from the catapult's control seat, squinting one eye as if she's using a sniper rifle.
With only a few weakened tentacles left, our chance of success has definitely increased.
However, it also means the remaining tentacles are being used defensively.
"The eyes seem vulnerable. Now's our chance with many tentacles cut."
"We might be able to freeze some of the remaining tentacles."
With the distance between us naturally widened and the sight of yellow-green smoke rising from the cavern floor, melee warriors like me need more time.
Grace and the mages quietly gather near the catapult, ready to target the boss's struggling eyeballs, before all of its eyes retract into its shell.
"...What's going on? Why is it doing that?"
While everyone hesitated, not knowing what to do, I had a sudden ominous idea and instinctively ran forward.
If it hides inside its shell like that, isn't it a 99% chance it's entering a healing phase?
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