The Academy’s Weapon Replicator Chapter 420

Chapter 120 Machia (8)

Now that I think about it, I entered the Pantemonium in this posture. I don’t know how much time has passed in reality, but it seems like Carla has been holding on to me all this time.

“Oh, sorry.”

I let go of her face and stepped back. I actually felt sorry. Because I had no idea what kind of situation Carla would be in.

‘Athena, who cursed Kala, enters the Pantemonium with me, but Kala herself is unaffected.’

I thought Carla might faint, but it seems she didn’t.

‘While in the Pantemonium, I am completely defenseless. ‘You might need to consider this.’

In this way, if my enemy has divine powers, I cannot use Pantemonium carelessly.

God, the owner of the divine power, will go to the Pantemonium with me, but there will be no effect on the humans who are the recipients of the divine power. They will simply slit my throat as my consciousness has been taken away by Pantemonium.

I suddenly remembered and asked Carla.

“Why don’t you just take me away. “It must have been a very difficult situation.”

“It was really difficult! It was very difficult! “I was in so much trouble that I almost died!”

Can a person die from hardship?

Carla said as if she was truly aggrieved.

“If you think I wanted to stay that way, you’re really mistaken! I mean, he didn’t even budge! your body! Even though I tried my best, I couldn’t even get my finger off! It’s not that I didn’t give strength! “I wasn’t doing it because I wanted to make eye contact!”

“Yes, I don’t have that misunderstanding.”

Right. Don’t move. Is this a characteristic of entering Pantemonium? This is good information.

“So, I thought you turned into stone…”

When she said that, tears eventually came out of Kala’s eyes, which were already filled with tears.

“It didn’t turn gray, but its body didn’t move, so I thought it was another form of petrification, and it felt like it was because of me. “I just thought I killed you.”

Carla covered her eyes with both hands and sobbed. It was very pitiful that she was doing that with her already frail body. So much so that I tried to apologize without even realizing it.

“But what is this!”

But Carla glared at me and shouted. There was no time to apologize.

“Suddenly, his eyes became brighter, his focus returned, and he looked at me and said hello as if asking me if something was wrong! And that too while holding my face! No, how can people do that? No, humans can’t do that! You are the devil! “You wicked human being!”

“Are you a devil or a mean person?”

“I thought you were dead, but you’re alive!”

“Why are you angry about that?”

“Crab, plus, and…!”

Carla shouted with such vigor, but before she spoke her next words, a question appeared on her face. She once again looked at me as if I was very strange and said.

“…and my petrification doesn’t work…?”

A really new thing to say.

As if Carla herself was not convinced, the end of her voice turned into a question.

The curse of petrification.

Although the collar provides some control, it becomes difficult to control under certain conditions.

I saw it as emotional turmoil, and I think that’s roughly correct. Because I think it was Carla herself who shot the stone at me.

Carla asked.

“What happened?”

In a way, it was the most correct question.

I was trying to explain the question kindly.

“…Oh.”

It occurred to me that Athena was still trapped.

“wait a minute. I have one last thing to do. “Once this is over, I’ll explain everything.”

I opened up my sixth sense. To find a pantemonium made like Bael did.

Carla stepped back a little and looked at me quietly, as if she knew I was concentrating even though she didn’t know what I was doing.

Then she suddenly asked.

“…by any chance, you know.”

“yes.”

“Are you the only one whose petrification doesn’t work?”

What about me?

I tilted my head at the somewhat strange vocabulary.

Carla continued.

“My petrification has never failed to work on objects or living things. Are you an exception?”

Is that how it appears through Carla’s eyes? The ability to petrify continues, but I am an exception.

I looked at Carla.

…It’s a face full of anticipation.

“no.”

I said.

“It’s not that I am an exception, but you have come to the moment where I will become an exception.”

“…What do you mean?”

“What I’m saying is that if this matter is resolved well, you won’t be able to use things like petrification.”

While I was saying that, I discovered it. Pentamonium.

As expected, he was in the same spot where he made eye contact with Carla. I tried it last time, but finding and seeing something that is not of this world is not very easy sensuously.

I approached the front of the Pantemonium. Of course, Carla won’t see it.

“So,”

I said, feeling a little playful.

“It becomes normal. Without any abilities. “It’s okay to resent it.”

* * *

And again, Frondier stood still.

Carla knew the moment she saw it. It’s the same as when I made eye contact with her.

“….”

Kala approached Frondier. Frontier is standing still and motionless.

Briskly, Carla circles around him, looks at his face, and then pokes his shoulder, back, or cheek.

‘It’s the same as before. Hard as a stone. ‘Like I was petrified.’

The difference is that since it is not a real stone, it looks like it is standing still when seen. And, without a doubt, it would be much harder than the stone she created.

When Frondier was in this state holding her face, he was so embarrassed and confused that his head couldn’t turn properly.

But now I can think calmly.

‘Petrification didn’t work.’

Although Frontier clearly receives her power, it moves just fine. Not a single hem of the clothes changed.

Is that because Frontier is different from other people? That’s what I thought, but Frontier said it again.

Now her powers will disappear.

That I would just be an ordinary person.

“What on earth is this?”

Carla asks Frondier, who has no way of answering.

It was strange from that first meeting. As soon as I saw his face, my heart was excited. The sensation was so unfamiliar and sudden that she was taken aback. Emotions such as favor, romance, or love. I have never felt the phrase love at first sight so literally.

But when I think about it now, I think a little differently.

Of course, the emotions she felt could have been that sweet sense of first love.

‘…Maybe I felt something completely different.’

Something foreign that I felt from Frontier. An unknown power that cannot be felt by ordinary humans, but can only be felt because one has fallen into the category of monsters.

Carla instinctively knew that Frontier was different from other humans. And maybe that’s why I had expectations.

That it would solve her situation.

As long as Frontier is on her side, she can solve her current situation, the curse, and everything else at once.

In short, what she felt when she saw Frontier was similar to but different from falling in love at first sight.

It may be closer to the feeling of encountering a prince on a white horse or a hero from a fairy tale.

However.

“What are you doing here?”

“!”

She knows at the same time.

This world is not a fairy tale, and even if it were.

A prince on a white horse does not approach monsters.

“medusa.”

Carla kept her mouth shut and looked away from the person who was approaching her while saying her real name.

* * *

When I entered the Pantemonium and found Athena.

“hey.”

“….”

Athena was in a worse situation than Bael.

“Hey, wake up.”

Athena did not respond to my call and looked blankly into space.

What’s really strange about this is that it’s proof that I’ve beaten my opponent. In other words, Athena became like this by the power of my soul.

As the owner, I don’t know how to accept that in just a few minutes, the person inside ends up like this.

‘But it doesn’t seem like it’s completely broken down yet.’

Athena is still standing upright, and although her focus is blurred, there is a feeling that she is looking somewhere.

If it gets worse than this, you won’t even be able to stand fully in it. You won’t even know where you are standing.

“Get up.”

I called a little louder, but there was no response.

Athena looked at one place for a long time as if she didn’t even know I was there.

And very slowly the mouth opened and the words came out.

“…mom.”

Some kind of goddess is looking for her mother.

And when you find your mother, the myth becomes very strange.

“Hey, that’s enough, let’s go out.”

I held Athena and shook her and tried to lightly tap her cheek, but there was still no response.

This may be a bigger problem than I thought.

The fact that they are in trouble for fear of destroying God’s spirit seems like the greatest deception a human can do.

“You can’t see anything, right?”

I nodded.

Athena realized that she couldn’t see or hear anything right now.

So it was inevitable.

Originally, I had no intention of experimenting with something like this. If this doesn’t happen.

But since this is what happened, it’s not my fault.

“To put it bluntly, it’s your fault, huh.”

So I prepared a perfect rationalization.

Kkiririk, kiririk.

I take out the ‘Still’ spell that is sleeping in my workshop.

“The light is like the sun that cannot be seen, like the light of an exploding star.”

Light magic 1st form

Stop

chant 1st sentence

‘Light is like the sun that cannot be seen, like the light of an exploding star.’

Completion of the spell

Will O the Wisp

“Will O the Wisp.”

A wisp with all the chants and starter words.

Of course, the meaning is completely opposite to what you did in the gym.

A spark is born between me and Athena.

Last time I had a hard time controlling this, but this time there is no such burden.

Because I have no intention of controlling it.

Buuuuung!

And soon the wisps start working.

Starting with the first spark, the flames that continue to bloom in that spot, countless repetitions.

The fireworks that are born exactly on the spot without an error of 1 millimeter hit each other and explode, collapse and are born.

I held it in front of Athena.

In fact, for an average person, it’s not just a matter of touching the fire, but there is a high risk of blindness.

Well, Athena is a god and has no intention of waking up.

It’s none of my business.

Hiss!

Quaaaaa!!!

The flame goes from red to blue to white.

And, in blue and white.

A ridiculous intensity of light hits Athena.

“Now, wake up, Athena.”

Of course, since Athena is in the process of being consumed by fakes, this may be useless.

If you hold on to the ‘real’ even just by a thread.

It’s impossible to pretend not to see this amount of light.

“…my.”

“my?”

I tilted my head because I thought Athena said something.

Immediately after that, Athena shouted.

“My nuuuuuuun!!!!!”