Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

Chapter 640

I try to calm my pounding heart as much as possible and assess the situation calmly.

Then, surprisingly, the conclusion that I was in no position to gain anything came to me in an instant.

“Yep, sick”

Can you fly? No. Do you know the enemy’s level? No. Do you have armor? No. Is there anything you have to defend and fight for? No. Isn’t it advantageous to have many allies? What’s the use of all that when there’s no room to fight?

The only consolation is that its approach speed is not that fast. I don’t know how it is possible for it to fly at the same speed as a train, but approach so slowly.

If that’s what it means to be on guard, then that’s a really frustrating situation in its own right. I don’t even know what the meaning is in moving like that, but he’s saying that there’s a meaning to moving like that?

At the worst, I was getting goosebumps thinking that he might be a weakling who was much stronger than me and yet cautious. Then, Este’s urgent voice echoed in my head.

[Is that a vampire? Why is it here?]

Vampires? Those guys who got hit in the back of the head by that evil spirit, then got hit in the back of the head by that evil spirit and then killed themselves?

“Is that correct? Why is that here?”

[What I mean is]

I couldn’t believe it even after seeing it with my own eyes, so I asked her again, but Este didn’t go back on her words, and that made my head even more complicated. If that was really one of the so-called vampires, then it didn’t make sense for me to encounter it like a goblin I came across on the road like Este said.

They are a species, so they are young ones that cannot increase their population unless they catch people and suck their blood.

Even that was a story from the past when they were able to function normally, and now, in the process of stabbing the back of the head of Lycos or whatever who gave them power, they were cursed so much that they can only do blood sucking to sustain their lives.

In other words, if that twisted netherworld-like thing is really a vampire, it must have matured for at least a few hundred to a thousand years.

“Why is a kid who should be hanging out in a place like Gosung acting all sassy here?”

My head is trying to understand the situation somehow, so I mutter to myself, but my body has already decided that there is no point in looking into it, and is preparing to fight.

Originally, I was planning to take another look at them, but it’s a different story with mosquitoes. Unlike the vampires from their previous lives, they don’t have many weaknesses, but they have all sorts of troublesome abilities that are just as bad, if not more, so it’s better not to give them a chance.

As I made that decision, my heart started beating louder than the noise coming from inside and outside the train.

In the moment when my senses, sharpened by the tension, accepted the bastard’s movements a little more slowly, I quickly aimed at the bastard Estero and drew up my divine power, not missing the moment when the bastard, flying while maintaining a level plane, moved slightly to approach the train.

It was a quick movement, just like cowboys in Western movies pulling out their pistols. Just by that, Este, who understood my intentions exactly, fired a ray of light that pierced the center of the bastard.

“Ahhhhhhh!!”

Contrary to my concerns that it might not work, it produced a proper reaction. Something that looked like a fluttering piece of cloth twisted around and changed into a proper human shape, sprinkling blood.

The jet-black hair, the snow-white skin, and the woman’s dress were all tangled together, and just before they rolled through the air and fell to the floor, I had the feeling that my eyes had met with that of a woman, not a man, and at the same time, I had the instinctive feeling that I was exposed to an endless murderous intent.

But that was the end of it for now. Because of the speed at which it was flying, it was impossible to properly see what it was like. The vampire fell to the ground with a loud noise and was buried in the dust, starting to disappear behind it.

[Did you get it done?]

“Don’t say that. It’s a magic spell that can make even the dead come back to life.”

[Huh···? Really?]

I don’t know how effective the magic spell is, but I can at least be sure that I didn’t die from the blow I just had. At best, it would only buy me some time. Still, I had a chance, so I had to let everyone know quickly and prepare for the next attack.

“Ega Kyung! Are you okay?!”

Fortunately, I didn’t have to gather people one by one. It was thanks to Ambassador Hugen, who was thrown in at the first blow, who quickly assessed the situation and called people.

“What the heck is this···”

Both the dwarves and the knights escorts looked flustered, as if they had never imagined that the train would be attacked… But despite this, no one asked unnecessary questions or caused a commotion. That alone gave rise to the belief that everyone would do more than just one person’s share.

“It was a vampire. I managed to shake it off somehow, but even if it had only half the abilities written in the book, it would soon resume its pursuit. Ambassador, can you empty the back of the train?”

At the mention of the vampire, both the captain of the guard and Ambassador Hugen opened their mouths like they had a mountain of questions to ask, but they quickly shook their heads and closed their mouths. It was the behavior of those who understood that actions should take precedence over questions at this time.

“I don’t think you’re talking about simply emptying the contents of the train car. Are you planning on blowing away all the external armor as well?”

“It would be fine if it could secure a clear view… but if that’s possible only by sacrificing one train car, then I think it should be done that way. As you, Ambassador, have seen, the thing can fly at a speed that even a dragon would have a hard time keeping up with. The mediocre outer wall would only be an obstacle blocking the view.”

The most ideal thing would be to build a barricade to block his ranged attacks, but that doesn’t seem possible right now. The best way would probably be to tear down the outer wall by damaging the train.

Of course, I thought it would be an unpleasant request for the dwarves, but surprisingly, Ambassador Hulgen nodded willingly.

“If the opponent is a vampire, then this is not the time to be nitpicking. Okay. Let’s create an environment where we can fight properly.”

Starting with his words, everyone started running towards the back of the train without any hesitation.

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The violent noise of iron clashing with iron strikes my ears. The pain caused by my whole body being pinned to the ground and rolling violently strikes my brain.

And this whole situation makes my soul boil.

“You fucking bastards, what the hell are you aiming at…?”

The form that Raual transformed into to chase the train was not magic, but power.

It is also close to a form of power that forces irrationality on the enemy. Physical attacks cannot hit, and simple attack magic can be easily avoided by changing the form at will. There is a disadvantage in that the means of attack are limited because a lot of effort is required to maintain the transformation, but even with that limited method, most mortals will be helpless.

However, I approached cautiously because the other person had used the Holy Law.

Unlike attacks that move according to set rules, the Holy Law is ultimately an extension of the miracles given by God. Because of this, the method of responding and the level of risk differ depending on who the opponent believes in as the god.

However, it is not at a level that cannot be dealt with completely. Rather, since the form is implemented very honestly according to the faith, if you have the knowledge, it is often easier to deal with than some high-level magic. At least, that was the case in Raual’s experience.

···To be more precise, that was my experience before I was hit by the blow just now and rolled on the floor. It wasn’t a direct hit, but it was an attack that could have been just a graze, but it seemed like this was the first time in my life that I couldn’t endure the intense pain.

“···Fuck·”

Since being cursed by Lacosma, swearing habitually came out of Laual’s mouth, who had thrown away all dignity and ignorance. The wounds he had just received were slow to heal, and the unidentified vehicle that ran across the ground at an incredible speed went far away, scraping the ground with its long snake-like body. She was annoyed and resentful of this whole situation.

But what surpassed that resentment was anger. The human race that made him like this, the demon race’s orders that lingered in his ears to chase the train, and himself feeling impatient as he watched the train gradually moving away.

As the anger rose to the tip of his head, Raual’s entire body began to sway like fog again and shot like an arrow toward the train.

There is no fear. It is only anger that the confidence of a survivor of the most chaotic era on the continent has been hurt. The anger only made him accelerate, and the time it took to get close to the tail of the vehicle that seemed to be disappearing into the distance was greatly shortened.

I had no intention of attacking it. The protective magic engraved on each of its plates is so strong that it makes my head hurt just looking at it. If the demons had only given me the information, I would have tried it once, but now it’s just a meaningless assumption.

Go to the place where the humans were, open the door, and go inside. That was the best choice Raual could make at the moment.

As I was thinking that and trying to increase the speed a little more, a sound like gears meshing together echoed from the tail of the giant vehicle, and the metals that had not been cracked at all split apart with a crack!

Raual, who had been following closely behind and thought the outer skin was coming off, was startled and distanced himself, but he quickly realized that he was mistaken.

I don’t know what the structure is, but the lump of metal was changing its form by moving around like a puzzle piece.

The ceiling disappears and the walls lower. In the process, the outer skin that originally formed the ceiling and walls moves around and piles up like tree rings. It wasn’t a movement that could be said to be extremely fast, but since it was a sight he had never experienced before, Raual unconsciously backed away little by little, preparing for an emergency.

There were two things I learned in the process:

The fact that the strange object was the work of dwarves, and that something that had been nothing more than a lump of iron just moments ago had turned into a low, solid wall, so…

“You’ve already chased me?”

As soon as he saw the familiar human standing between the walls and looking at him, he raised his sword again, and Raual’s thoughts hardened and he hurriedly dodged the path of the sword, but… the blow he had received earlier was not repeated.

Is he exhausted? As he was wondering without realizing it, the human who was looking at Raual snickered. And it wasn’t just a simple laugh, it was a very blatant mockery, so Raual almost got angry without realizing it.

“You mosquito, you little mosquito”

···There were three things I learned·

Whatever that race was, they were fucking assholes.

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