The Outer God Needs Warmth-Chapter 190: Deep Under The Sea (15)

As soon as I went outside, a blue light flashed in the distance, and several buildings were buried in ice.

I wasn't the only one who heard the explosion.

The people who were staying at the inn I came out of came out wondering what was going on, and some people even came out of the houses with weapons.

Maybe it's because this is the world, but there were many people wearing swords or armor.

I walked through them and headed toward the most violent scene in this town.

It's a town with a low density, with almost no buildings over three stories, but there are a lot of people.

There's a faint smell of charcoal mixed in with the pungent smell of burning.

The city center.

A place with buildings wrapped in barbed wire.

Soldiers and people are fighting there.

Usually, when soldiers and civilians fight, you think the soldiers should unilaterally kill people, but here, many people have a certain level of individual force.

That level isn't just fighting with clubs.

Swords or blunt weapons. And there are people holding shields and defending in front, and there are people shooting powerful magic from behind.

If the civilian side looks like a fantasy-like armed group, the army fighting them looks more like a futuristic army with clockwork weapons that look like steampunk.

That's strange.

What's strange is that there's no one on the civilian side who uses clockwork machines.

That's because only the poorest people use clockwork machines.

If you think about the clockwork machines that suddenly started killing people on the airship, you get the general idea. They can't be used for some reason.

While I was slowly figuring out the situation, I arrived at the battlefield. Since I'm stupid, reality hit me before I could properly figure out anything.

"Eww!"

Next to me, a man with half his body roasted by fire was crying. Life disappears in various ways in a battlefield where magic flies.

Thank goodness I didn't die instantly.

I crouched down next to the man. And I waited until the screams died down. When the pain made him lose his mind and he had lost most of his strength to move.

After enduring until he had to hold on to even a rotten rope, I asked him this.

“Do you want to live?”

The man mumbled that he did. He was so weak that he couldn’t even make a sound, but I could hear him.

So I recited the contract.

“I’ll give you myself, but when you finish everything, I’ll take everything you have. How about that?”

It’s strange in context. He asks if you want to live, and then he says he’ll give you me. If you were in your right mind, you’d probably ask him what he was talking about.

But what if this was the case? You had to grab onto anything, no matter what.

Sniff.

Soon his whole body hardened like porcelain and fell off, and I could see his blue skin inside. Oh, man. He really was dying.

If your limbs are blown away, or if you have a serious illness, it ends with white skin.

Anyway.

The man stood up with a dumbfounded face. I also stood up and said to the man,

“Do what you want.”

Then I moved on to the next target.

Among those who witnessed the man come back to life, the one who was injured was the first to approach.

I recite the contract.

That person heals his wounds.

The more people saw me heal his wounds, the more they came running to me, begging for my help.

Hehe.

“That b*tch is healing someone! Kill her!”

At that moment, someone shouted loudly from where the soldiers were. When I turned my gaze in that direction, I saw a soldier wearing a brass exoskeleton holding a weapon and approaching me.

Then the harvester stopped them with a serious expression.

When you become a harvester, all your functions increase across the board. Even the ability to use magic power increases.

Those who were defeated once, returned to the battlefield stronger.

In addition, their intelligence also increased.

This means that they are better at hitting weak points.

As the balance of power changed, the soldiers gradually began to fall behind. The injured became harvesters and ran out to fight again.

One person's good fortune is another's misfortune. In order to catch me, who seemed to be a healer at first glance, a heavy brass armor sprayed blue magic and rose into the air, then flew towards me.

Unfortunately, their attacks all ended in failure.

As soon as they flew up, they were hit by magic from all directions and fell to the ground. The battle changed.

The soldiers tried to kill me, and the civilians tried to protect me.

As the soldiers' corpses gradually piled up, I approached the soldiers this time. A soldier who was trapped in a crumpled brass armor and dying.

There were a lot of broken springs stuck in his half-ruptured side. It was a wound that would not have been strange if he had died instantly.

I approached him and recited the contract.

At that moment, the surroundings became quiet.

“Why, sir?”

The dying soldier asked me.

So I said,

“Because I am dying.”

I believe that he will not refuse to become a harvester. And he answered that belief.

His whole body turned into porcelain, and his brass armor cracked, and a man with blue skin emerged from an egg.

“Do what you want from now on.”

Then he hit his head on the ground. In other words, he bowed.

“I will follow you.”

It has a religious feel to it. And what’s scarier is that it spreads in an instant.

The people around me also bowed to me one by one.

Well, isn’t it a bit strange that a cult is created when one doesn’t want it? Isn’t it normal to just say “thank you” and praise my morality?

Or thank you for curing me. Now die! There's such an ungrateful act, right?

There's no brainwashing function in making it into a harvester!

"Bell? Now, what the... ... ."

I turned my head and saw Victoria standing a little way away. Nearby, Polaris was also shaking, holding onto Victoria's hem.

But Victoria?

Why is she making that expression that it's finally coming?

Is it that expression that it's natural for you to worship me? Hey? Have you forgotten the moment you and I first met?

It was a fish monster that was well over 7m long, right?

It's very quiet around here. It's strangely quiet around here, except for the voices in the far distance from the barbed wire-enclosed fortress yelling at me to kill that bitch.

She stopped fighting and bowed her head towards me, as if we never fought.

No... ... . Yeah.

Let's just use it this time. Right now, we need more harvesters. The person ordering the attack here right now is most likely not the one who did all this.

In other words, we need more harvesters.

If the clockwork machine turns against the enemy, it will probably be at a disadvantage for us. So we need more eyes to understand the situation.

“Bring me the injured person.”

This will probably increase the number of worshippers, but we can just throw them out later, whether they like it or not.

After I finish speaking, bring the people who are seriously injured and dying around you.

When the injured pile up one by one in front of me, I approach them and recite the contract.

Since it is close to a civil war, there are also people there who were turned into harvesters earlier. Let this one die. Once you become a harvester, you can’t heal them again.

Becoming a harvester means throwing a cup called a person into a puddle called me. When the cup is full of me, it becomes a harvester.

That is irreversible. You can’t put something back in once it has been put in.

You want me to take it out and put it back in? Why? Why should I pass on the warmth that came into my hands? I'd rather make the next Harvester.

Anyway, if you ignore the Harvester, you know I'm not worthy of worship.

That was when.

A faint ray of light bursts out from behind the building and passes by where I am. Then, the memory of the Harvester I just got flashes.

A sign of the Great Weapon, Craft Nine.

And that Craft Nine is a weapon that shoots rays at airships.

Ah.

A very thin thread of light bursts out from the wall of the building, passes through Belle's location, and reaches the building on the other side.

The moment people wondered what this light was.

"Everyone, get out of here!"

The man who was a soldier next to Belle shouted as he hugged Belle and threw himself.

Most of the people there, including Victoria, froze in place because they had no idea what it meant, but some people moved.

For example, those who knew what this phenomenon was, like the soldier who wrapped Belle, or those who felt it and avoided it before thinking about it, or those who were holding onto Victoria's clothes from the beginning because they wanted to get out of this place, like Polaris, were able to move.

They threw themselves to the other side of the light, holding onto something precious to them.

And then.

Paaaaaaaaaaah!

A thick pillar of light replaced the spot where the faint line of light had been, and at the same time, an enormous amount of heat heated the air along its path.

In an instant, dozens of people there melted into the light and evaporated.

Meanwhile, Polaris, who grabbed Victoria's body and pulled her back, took the heat wave with his back.

The weapon called Craft Nine was made to deal with huge objects like flying battleships, which are fortresses that fly in the sky, or giant flying monsters.

What would happen if it was fired into the city?

The excessive firepower not only literally vaporized everything in its path, but the hot air expanded in an instant, creating a shock wave that caused secondary damage.

However, the attack itself was a simple beam of light.

The light quickly disappeared, leaving only a passage through which a haze ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ of light rose.

Victoria, who avoided fatal injuries thanks to Polaris, who grabbed Victoria's upper body and pulled her behind him, stood up when the strength that was holding her disappeared.

Then, the scorching hell came into view.

Victoria turned her gaze to Polaris, who was right next to her, and groaned without realizing it.

Polaris is dying with severe burns on her back and most of her hair gone. She will die if she doesn't receive emergency treatment.

Victoria thought so and unconsciously looked for Belle.

Hoping that Belle would somehow heal her.

Victoria found the person she was hoping for among the boiling ground, blackened corpses, or people dying with burns.

To be exact, she found the person she was hoping for.

A pure white hand and hem of her clothes.

Belle's hand.

However, there was no more flesh left. The blackened charcoal reached up to her elbow, and beyond that, pure white bones were exposed.

Even that was boiling and melting.

The moment she realized what that meant.

"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

Victoria roared.

Now. Let's take a look at Victoria's superpowers here.

She can control water.

Filled with rage, she lost her senses and pulled out all her strength.

And here is a port city.

Water is everywhere.

As if resonating with Victoria’s anger, not only the moisture in the air but also the seawater around the port was pulled up to Victoria.

Water streams spread out from all directions and gathered to form a lump above Victoria’s head.

The water streams gradually filled the sky, and eventually the sky turned into water.

And even then, the water continued to increase its volume without stopping, drawing in the seawater far away.

And soon, the small port city was literally on the seabed.

Deep in the ocean. In the middle of the deep sea where not a single light reaches. The girl who had created a prison of fierce hatred that would not leave a single enemy behind took a deep breath and exhaled.

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And with a determined expression, Victoria Bett began to crush the enemy.

Just as she had once done at Daegon’s forward base.