Nigoru Hitomi de Nani wo Negau ch 69

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69. Chapter 69

The abdomen of the Tyrant Worm, which was integrated with the walls, was burned, and heated body fluids and burnt pieces of meat were scattered around. 

From the inside, a protruding sword tip repeatedly scraped off the outer skin and something crawled out.

It was Walm.

Walm took pride in his decision to jump into the mouth of the Tyrant Worm, which had died out of breath, but in addition to fatigue, he was squeezed inside by the rubble of the gate tower and the weight of the Tyrant Worm. He was stuck and fainted.

“To have fainted three times on the battlefield…”

Loss of consciousness on the battlefield shouldn’t be that strange, but those unconscious people died in most cases. Those who were able to stay alive should consider themselves lucky.

Still, Walm, who had fainted three times over a long period of time, could be said bad luck.

Overlooking the castle from the huge corpse of a lying Tyrant Worm. 

It was excruciatingly quiet.

“No, sound…”

Walm, landing on the ground with a longsword thrust against the outer skin, began to run.

Birds were singing on the top of the corpses of humans and monsters, and insects were springing up. Some corpses had turned into undead and were reaching out to Walm in search of fresh meat. As if they were jealous of the living flesh――

“Sorry.”

A sword that entered from the temporal region stopped its action as the head was sliced.

Frustration and anxiety dominated Walm.

Accelerating his feet.

There were no large monsters left, and the number of monsters wasn’t that many either. The problem was, that humans couldn’t be seen at all. Only their corpses that were being eaten, or that had become monsters.

“Anyone there?! Is anybody out there?!!”

Shouted Walm as he blasted death onto the monsters. There was no one in the warehouse, and no one on the ramparts. He felt lonely, like he was alone in the world.

Death was scattered everywhere. There were various types of dead bodies, old or young, women or men, soldiers or civilians, humans or monsters.

A faint black smoke rose from the scorched hut. It was just a place full of corpses.

“Reply if you can hear me!! Please!!!”

As long as the one who replied was a human, it should be fine. 

Moved the eyes here and there, searching hard. Still, hope never came true.

Walm realized that his steps were getting heavier as he made his way to the treatment center where he made a promise to return. It was as if a wraith was holding his foot.

“Aahh, please. Don’t do this to me… Stop… I won’t believe it…….”

Walm had to see the inside. But he didn’t want to see it. Hesitating, his hands were shaking. Still, he decided to open the door to the treatment center.

The smell had imprinted itself on the air. A stench that seemed condensed spread through his nasal cavity. The viscera and excrement mingled with the putrid smell that painted over even the residual scent of incense and holy water.

From the dimly lit room, the sound of chewing and slurping something could be heard. There were only goblins fishing for meat. Those engrossed goblins continued to shake their hips over the corpse. Full of wrath, Walm embodied the flames of hatred.

“… Don’t think, you’ll die easily.”

A group of goblins about 20 in number, attacked to welcome the late visitor, Walm. 

In less than a minute, the goblins were already trying to escape from the room.

Cut off the limbs of the goblin that the legs had been burned by the blue fire, then tore the torso repeatedly, until it died.

If there was no reaction, time for the next prey. All that was left was a pile of goblin corpses and devoured corpses. It was no longer possible to tell who was who. Still, it didn’t change the only reality, that there were no survivors left. 

In the room, which was smeared with viscera and bloody vomit, only corpses were left.

All the beds that should have been occupied by people were empty.

“Everyone, are you all, dead?”

The comrades who had fought together, the people seeking asylum, and the girl who came from the same world, the same country as his previous life…… All of them couldn’t be seen.

“Ha, HAHA!! You, damn useless! You couldn’t do anything at a crucial time. You couldn’t help even one. NOTHING!! Nothing could be saved! You’re just a useless human… you worth, nothing…”

Walm laughed at the decaying castle. He could only laugh. 

He couldn’t control his emotions well.

Randomly killing monsters and roaming the castle in search of survivors, but everywhere, only the traces of a bloodbath were thickly left.

At some point, Walm stopped leaking out any voice. 

The area around the temporary wall was particularly terrible, with millions of human corpses and monster corpses. It was a place where they fought for their survival after all. At one corner, Walm was reunited with the adventurer.

Leaving the body to the rubble without making a slight movement. Life was gone from the eyes staring at the void. There, was Amy, and her arms, lovingly holding Al, who had only his neck.

There was no doubt that the cause of death was bleeding from the neck caused by the wolf species, as could be seen from the bite marks.

“I couldn’t let go of my grudges for what you did in the forest, but I didn’t want to kill you. It’s true. Believe me. I’m, sorry.”

Having fought side by side, Walm found that they were nice people to get along with. They fought not only for the Myard people, but also for their nemesis, the Highserk soldiers. Although it was all for survival, they looked good in Walm’s muddy eyes.

There were no survivors in the castle. As he wandered on, he came to the headquarters and climbed the castle tower, which was half destroyed by the dragon’s breath.

The inside of the castle tower, where the traces of the dragon’s blow were still clearly visible, was also stained with blood. There was no preferential treatment between men and women of any age. The mother with the baby in her torso was pierced in the abdomen and now lay breathless on the ground. Highserk soldiers, with only a few pieces of flesh still clinging to their armor, lay scattered on the ground. The wreckage of citizens who had completely lost their hometown was piled up in the corners.

As he climbed the stairs, Walm was greeted by a spider web and corpses. Right, there was a spider and in one corner, corpses piled up, covered in white like a mummy as the bodily fluids had been sucked out.

It was a fat “Death Spider”, raising its legs to threaten Walm.

The mana of the human facing the spider swelled, and although the spider had patiently sowed the nest, it abandoned its nest and chose to flee. Immediately, a blue flame poured down the hallway and burned the spider and its nest, even the corpses.

After extinguishing the fire, Walm turned to the carbonized corpse. There was a slight expression of anguish on his face.

It was hell. The sense of balance went wrong. It was the limit. Supporting the staggering body with a wall as he walked down the corridor, Walm found a room that couldn’t be opened. It seemed that the entire castle tower was deformed by the breath and some rooms couldn’t be opened because there was something wrong with the door.

With the sword in hand, Walm pried open the twisted door with 《Strike》. The doorknob was smashed and pieces of wood lay scattered around.

Walm forced his way into the room. Fortunately, no one resented the act.

In the room, which was supposed to be the private room of the castle servant, household goods were left behind. It wasn’t contaminated with blood or filth and was kept clean. At this time, it could be considered a valuable place in the castle.

Walm, who blocked the entrance with furniture, took off all his armor in the room, and jumped into bed, holding his sword and magic bag.

Having already exceeded his limits, Walm exhaled his emotions.

“Ah, aha, AHAHA!! Damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!! WHY!? Why did it turn out this way…?”

Walm, holding a sword, was struck by an unbearable loneliness. In order to preserve his sanity, he took the fruit liquor from his magic bag and swallowed the contents of the bottle in one go. Not even trying to enjoy the taste.

Taking out the high-percentage liquor in succession, Walm poured it all into his stomach. The liquor bottles were emptied and rolled to the floor, one after another.

Gastric acid began to regurgitate, as if suddenly rejecting the alcohol. He leaned out the window and scattered the contents of his stomach one after another into the castle.

The mask that was next to him shook a little. Walm laughed a little, seeing the mask that looked like it was comforting him.

“Kuh, Uhii, Hihi, are you and I, the only ones left?”

Once again Walm drank fruit wine. This time, he put on a cloak, and when he held the mask to his chest, he curled his body while scratching his head. 

After drinking and vomiting several times, Walm finally fell asleep.

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