For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.-Chapter 352: Scales (8)

“Huh?”

Isn’t the Boiling Silence too quiet?

If it were that cunning, it wouldn’t be strange for them to aim for our backs while we were in the midst of battle.

For instance, sneaking in to attempt an assassination.

That was why we didn’t just fortify the walls but also spread a barrier covering the entire Yggdrasil.

Since the barrier was made of the holy power of the Circulating Life, everything within it would be within her sensory range.

Even if an assassin from the Boiling Silence infiltrated, she would immediately notice.

…Yet there was no communication at all.

No matter how great the power of the Boiling Silence, the authority bestowed upon their followers couldn’t deceive the domain of a god.

So, is the Boiling Silence really just watching without any tricks?

No way that could be true.

If there were spies already planted inside, I would think they were up to something, but we’d already taken care of any suspicious elements.

Now, there was no need to even stab with the Shining Ray;we could detect cultists directly with their detection trait.

From the unusual behavior of the Grotesque Proliferation, to the captives we’d managed to detain, to the elves that protested and demanded I be handed over.

While the Boiling Silence hadn’t come forward, it was clear they were deeply involved in this war.

Then, what exactly were they doing and where?

I canceled the spell I was preparing and chanted a wide-area detection spell.

“[Eyes that see the unseen. Ears that hear the unheard. I am nowhere and everywhere. Area Search.]”

A strong wave of mana radiated from me, causing echoes in everything around the area.

With so many people and monsters gathered, and with residual mana from all the spells being cast, there was a lot of noise, but this should still be manageable.

Suppressing the throbbing headache, I sorted through the information flooding into my mind.

Thanks to this, I finally discovered the source of the anomaly.

“Huh?”

These bastards. They were secretly gathering the fallen corpses using their stealth powers? This was quite surprising.

Neither the Grotesque Proliferation nor the Boiling Silence had powers related to using corpses. Only the Cardinal of Intolerance dealt with the undead.

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Then why were they collecting bodies?

“…Wait. Do I even need to think about this?”

The why wasn’t that important. If I was just going to blow them away, there was no need to confirm their identity.

I aimed my staff towards where the detection picked up signals.

The greatest advantage of the Fire Phoenix was that once summoned, it would fight autonomously according to the situation, requiring no further attention.

That meant, even while maintaining four of them at once, there was no problem casting other spells as long as I had enough mana.

Well… something like Punishment, which required full power, would be tough, but that would be overkill for the current situation.

The Grotesque Proliferation wasn’t even channeling power through instant incarnation. They were better off just using a high-level spell than going into a brief groggy state for no reason.

If I mixed Dragon Language and Resonance, that alone would be enough.

Wooong.

Waves of mana scattered from my heart, and as I felt the mana responding, I began the incantation. At the same time, one magic circle began to form in the air.

With each syllable of the chant flowing from my mouth, the previously faint magic circle gained clarity.

Though made of complex formulas and symbols, to me, who understood their interpretation, it just added detail to the image in my mind.

What I imagined was a massive hurricane tearing through enemy lines, uprooting even ancient trees, scattering the cultists helplessly.

As the chant neared its end, that image became increasingly vivid.

From something seen through a screen to a tangible sensation felt right before my eyes.

When that imagination solidified into a conviction of what would happen, I spoke the first word of the trigger.

“[Rush forth. Dual Hurricane!]”

The wind, which had been slightly refreshing, began to intensify, converging into a single point to form a vortex. Two such storms were created.

Like two dancers aware of each other, the swirling tornadoes created even greater destruction as they spiraled outwards.

The storms advanced, tearing up the ground and shredding the cultists and monsters caught in their path… but the enemies weren’t foolish enough to let such magic go unchecked.

I didn’t know his name. But thanks to my exceptional memory trait, I clearly remember the face of the beastman cardinal.

The muscular wolfman, looking exactly as he did in the cutscene, let out a loud howl.

“Awooooooo!”

At the same time, his lower body grew larger than his torso. It was an unrealistic sight, but the true essence of that power lay elsewhere.

As if following the size of his now massive manhood, his entire body began to grow larger as well.

Even transforming from an ordinary beastman with just ears and a tail into a bipedal wolf.

If I had to name it, perhaps “Full-Body Erection.” As terrifying as the power was, its strength was equally ferocious.

The giant werewolf he became swung his claws at the two storms.

“Whoooooooo!”

With a sound like tearing through the air, his sharply honed claws collided with the magic I had created.

Booom!

It was clearly just claws meeting wind, but a metallic collision sound rang out, and sparks flew in all directions.

It might seem evenly matched at first glance… but I knew. I was the one at a disadvantage.

Wind-based magic had a wide range and was versatile, but its power was somewhat lacking compared to magic of the same level.

At this rate, my Dual Hurricane would likely be split in half by the werewolf’s hands.

So, before the magic was cut and dispersed, I used it differently. After all, all I needed to know was what they were hiding, right?

“[Merge!]”

Using my command, I forcibly combined the two storms. This actually reduced the range and power… but it condensed the wind, making it harder for the werewolf’s claws to easily tear through.

The large-scale magic didn’t cleanly collapse its core, but what happens when it receives an impact it can’t ignore?

The answer was simple. It would go out of control and explode.

Booom!

“Kraaak!”

A sound like a balloon popping amplified thousands of times, and a blast of wind spread across the battlefield.

The giant werewolf, taking the brunt of the impact at close range, had his front torn apart as if slashed by knives.

Of course, it was only skin deep… but enduring this must have drained all his strength, as his body began to shrink again.

Seeing him slump as if in a post-climax state, he wouldn’t be able to use his power properly for a while.

That was enough.

“Heup!”

I swallowed my breath and focused on the Fire Phoenixes flying around in the sky.

The firebirds, which had been dodging strong foes that could destroy them while nipping at weaker enemies, flinched for a moment. Then, following my command, they flew toward me at full speed.

Whoosh.

A red afterimage passed by the side of the Cardinal, who had returned to his wolfman form. And shortly after, an explosion sounded.

Kwang!

It was clearly empty air, but the Fire Phoenix seemed to have collided with something, causing a grand explosion.

No matter how well the Boiling Silence had hidden it, it couldn’t withstand such an impact. The space shimmered, and the veil of concealment lost its power.

Shall we find out what they were hiding so desperately?

With a smirk, I cast a simple far-sight spell on my eyes and waited for the smoke to clear.

“…This is insane.”

I couldn’t help but freeze the moment I confirmed its identity.

Elisha, who had been casually managing her mana and casting various spells nearby, tilted her head at my expression.

“You? Why the sudden change? Everything seems to be going according to plan… Is something wrong?”

“Look over there.”

“You mean where the explosion just happened? What is it—ah.”

Elisha’s mouth dropped open as she saw what was revealed beyond the smoke.

Yes. Whatever that was, you could tell it was something ominous. Even I, who knew its identity, felt an instinctive unease and discomfort, my body trembling.

The corpses of the followers of the Grotesque Proliferation and the still-living captives were bundled together and rolled into a round shape.

At first glance, it looked like an egg or a nest, but upon closer inspection, its true nature was horrifying.

Swollen female breasts, erect male organs, and the faces of captives driven mad by power, sticking out their tongues with vulgar expressions.

Not to mention the undigested parts sprouting like boils, it resembled a small hell.

Elisha, unable to tear her eyes away, asked in a trembling voice.

“Wh-what is that? You know, don’t you?”

“Yes, I know. I know too well, and that’s the problem.”

It wasn’t complete yet, but it was a birthing chamber.

A birthing chamber to give birth to the Grotesque Proliferation.