Archmage Transcending Through Regression Chapter 126

Episode 126

Cardium, the Warchief of Gerton, had great ambitions.

In a way, it was natural.

Because Cardium had that kind of talent.

If he had been born into the royal family of a more dignified country rather than Gutton, he might have had the possibility of realizing that ambition.

But the reality is grim.

He was born with a rather blessed destiny, but his destiny was not great enough to satisfy his ambitions.

Nonetheless, Cardium struggled somehow.

However, his goal was not something that could be achieved with a fair amount of talent and effort.

if you could admit it.

He would have been a little happier if he had known how to be satisfied within the limits he could.

However, not only the external requirements, but even Cardium herself could not be satisfied with the reality.

because it was

-Let me help you.

It could be said that his failure to reject the temptation was a set procedure.

…No, would it be correct to say that he did not reject it?

he wanted to believe.

Actually, from the moment I first accepted this woman named Marianne, something changed.

I was certain of something.

Root’s presence was felt.

As a result, he became completely dependent on Marian at some point.

With her, it really is…That he could make the root the most honorable.

And that belief….

“…under.”

Cadium opened her eyes.

As soon as I came to my senses, an indescribable pang of pain hit my whole body.

It’s like there’s no difference between a full body window.

However, what is more painful than the excruciating pain felt is the sense of shame.

“ha ha ha…ha ha ha.”

Belatedly, the things he had done came to mind one after another.

Work for Root and Girten?

No, what he did was rather eat all of them.

A laugh came out of nowhere.

Since when did he become like this? To be swayed by such a demon at will.

“…damn it.”

He lowered his head, his eyes stained with bewilderment.

trust?

No, that’s not a belief.

He was just intoxicated with his own delusion.

It was only after everything had ended that he was barely able to realize the fact.

‘How do you look at them?’

Gutten’s guides.

How absurd it is that he, who should have led them to the right path, almost led them to destruction.

He covered his face with both hands. If I could, I wanted to hang myself right away.

But that was then.

Before I could organize my thoughts, I heard a voice above my head.

“Warchief.”

“…!”

He shrugged his shoulders, then raised his head with difficulty.

It was the first time I heard the voice, but I somehow knew who it belonged to.

“It’s a pity to see the Warchief of Gutten for the first time this way.”

“you…oh no you…”

“Yes, you might have noticed.”

With those words, bright red eyes shone in the gaps in the shade.

“My name is the brave Mikhail Walpurgis.”

“…!”

Also, the hunch is not wrong.

Cadium’s eyes trembled.

* * *

The warchief is a pretty complex one.

In a way, it may be said that it is the cause of the current misery, and in a way, it can be said that it is a victim by Asmodeus.

The root cause of the warchief’s arrival to this point is his inferiority complex and hatred toward the kingdom.

The question is, did it arise for no reason?

no it can’t be

The cause was provided by the old man, Archbishop Killian.

It’s as if his intolerance and arrogance have brought about all this.

“Yo warrior…The

warchief, who was looking at me with exhausted eyes, soon averted my eyes.

A look so shabby that you wouldn’t even dare to think that you were smart once.

“That’s right. Are you Marian…Did he annihilate the demon?”

“That’s right.”

“ha ha ha…At my words

, the warchief laughed weakly.

He stared blankly into space, almost in desperation.

“…I was wrong. What the Archbishop of the Church said that day…“

Let’s stop talking bullshit there.”

As soon as I came to my senses, I stopped the warchief from digging.

“It is true that the old Archbishop did a great disservice to you that day. There is no need to blame those memories for nothing.”

“ha ha ha…Are you saying it’s the Archbishop’s fault?”

“That’s right.”

When I think about it like this, I want to think that the old man has caused trouble in so many places.

If only in Gyo-guk, they don’t talk about it.

What were you working so hard for?

At my words, he laughed.

“Then, are you admitting that the Church is to blame for the wolves?”

“Why are you going like that again?”

It’s ridiculous.

Why does the old man, Killian, go so far?

“Apart from that, it is your fault that you lost to the devil’s temptation and broke the girdle. It is not good to blame others even for succumbing to temptation yourself.”

“….”

“Anyway, the holy grounds of Gurton have been tainted by that goddamn devil. Because the demons ran rampant, Gutten’s credibility would have dropped considerably…The damage is not the only one.”

“….”

“That is certainly your responsibility, Warchief. It would have been if you hadn’t allowed the demon access in the first place.”

At my words, the warchief’s face contorted horribly.

But I couldn’t resist.

because it was true

Therefore, what came out instead of a logical refutation was a kind of foolishness.

“The Kingdom of Religion has always looked down on us! Are you saying that if I didn’t do anything, I should have just endured in unreasonable humiliation?”

“Who told you to be patient?”

“So I didn’t put up with it! That means you keep working hard! Because it didn’t work…To that damn temptation…!”

“Yes yes that is correct.”

I stopped the warchief from saying anything more.

“If you hadn’t been tricked by the devil, I would have said you were right a hundred times.”

“…!”

“But since I’m a warrior, I can’t confirm this again.”

At my words, the warchief stared blankly at me. Then stutter.

“Ah, the devil is just…”

“When I first approached you, the demon didn’t have much power. It was your weakness and inferiority hatred that raised him.”

I have no intention of understanding the warchief.

You shouldn’t even understand it in the first place.

If I, a hero, take this as ‘obvious’, then it really becomes a matter of course.

“I will never approve of this, no matter what unfortunate circumstances you mention.”

I won’t even try to understand.

At my words, the warchief said nothing.

He would know that no matter what he said, it meant nothing.

After a while he said

“…yes it’s my fault It is right that I have to shoulder everything.”

He quietly lifted the sword from his waist and brought it to his neck.

“Anyway, there is a great leader who can replace me. …Kom: Yeah, I should have kept trusting him.”

“No, shovel again.”

Fuck!

“Khehe!”

When he left it alone, he struck the warchief on the head as he tried to shovel again.

The warchief’s head turned.

I raised my staff again and struck him on the wrist, only then did the sword fall to the floor.

“What are you doing! I pay for my sins here…!”

Well, if you’re at the level of the warchief, you’re sure to have strong pride. Yes, it is understandable to shovel like this.

But will my staff forgive me?

Fuck!

“How will I pay for my sins!”

“Cuck!”

Pooh!

“It’s not up to you!”

“Kuhhhh!”

I started beating the dying warchief with my buffing spells on.

The taste was good.

To the point where I can understand why my great father would use his staff as a blunt weapon.

While I was pounding like that for a while, Set, who had been watching me quietly, tapped my shoulder.

[I’ll catch him.]

“Hmm.”

At that, I stopped the staff and looked at the warchief.

“Uhh fuck…I was rolling on the ground, crying sadly with my body curled up

…Did you hit it a bit too much?

No effect.

Now, thanks to my poultice, he has a sincere heart deep in his heart that he will truly repent of his sins….

[Don’t bullshit. I’m crying because I’m sad because I just beat it.]

Well, let’s say that.

I said as I looked at the warchief, who was procrastinating about what was so sad about it.

“Don’t use your life to pay for your sins with a shovel and try to think constructively.”

“Muh what…“

Is this the end? If you’re a warchief, your job is clear, isn’t it?”

At my words, the warchief murmured dejectedly.

“What can I do?”

“I will try again. Stand up. The guides still believe in you as their warchief.”

“They still believe in me? I have the ability to…”

“I can.”

As long as you don’t give up.

If this was a normal era, they might have denounced the warchief as incompetent.

But now comes a crisis.

The devil will descend, and a powerful great devil that cannot be compared to Asmodeus will fall.

The more talent, the better.

I believed that the Warchief of Gutten would make a good leader once he was freed from long years of despair and boredom.

Didn’t he regret that fact several times even before returning right away?

“Ha, but Root must have seen my insolence. Of course you are disappointed in me and have no more power…”

“It’s okay.”

I laughed at his words.

“Just in time, I had a good conversation with that department. It will be fine.”

“what?”

The Warchief opened his eyes wide and looked at me, but I heard a terrifying voice.

[My child.]

“…!”

The warchief’s face filled with astonishment.

I laughed when I saw him like that.

Again, for the future, the more talented people, the better.

And if you need a god to solve the despair and boredom of that ‘talent’, the warchief…

‘Why don’t you just make something?’

what’s that hard

* * *

“I don’t know if this is okay.”

Root said with a confused expression.

After the warchief had finished talking with Root, he immediately left the holy ground to sort out the confusion in Gerton.

It’s not strange.

What a great honor it would be to be comforted directly by a god from the standpoint of a believer.

Until now, Root had never been so vocal.

Let’s not think for a moment that the reason was because he was afraid that he might be found out that he wasn’t really God.

The important thing is that Root spoke out and hearing that voice gave the warchief hope.

that is enough.

“Until now, it was only possible for me to pretend to be a god because I only passed on ‘power’. But is it really right to speak out like this?”

“It is necessary.”

Asar’s Apostle is a demigod.

Unlike Hekau, he cannot be regarded as a true god.

That much I know.

But now it is a state of emergency.

“You have to use what is available. The Warchief is a great talent. With this, if his firearms are revived, it’s enough business.”

“…Hmm.”

“The possibilities of the ‘believers’ you have taken care of so far are by no means small.”

Depending on how you use them, the possibilities of guides are endless.

Because finding a way isn’t just limited to physical things.

“It doesn’t matter if you are actually God or not. It is to convince the warchief.”

that God exists.

Even if Gertten doesn’t become great, their rookie route never disappoints.

“If you firmly define the religious identity of ‘Root’, Gurten will definitely grow. Even if there are limits, you can become great within those limits.”

“Being great within limits…At my words

, Root nodded as if he understood.

“You are right about that. Each of them has different values. As the leader, I should have made the decision first.”

he let out a bitter laugh.

“Thank you, warrior. Thanks to you, I can make a decision quickly.”

“It was nothing.”

Root also seemed to have made up his mind. It was clear that he was taking responsibility for his work.

If that’s the case, you don’t have to worry too much about Gurton’s problem anymore.

If Root is determined and wants to help Gurten, it is clear that much can be improved.

Then there is only one thing left.

“Now let’s get down to business and do some calculations. …”

I said looking at the root.