The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard-Chapter 148: Inside the Beast’s Skull (2)

The javelin technique, which he had been trained in for decades as Baraha’s successor, fulfilled its role even underwater.

"Ugh."

As if it stung a bit since it was an attack with quite a lot of magical power, the giant sea serpent glared at him with eyes now completely dyed green.

In other words, that was all it did.

From his recent experience, he knew that his specialty "Light of Judgment" was sufficient to split scales and tear flesh, but if he approached that close, he would certainly lose his life.

Moreover, for some unknown reason, it had even copied his technique earlier, making him even more reluctant to attempt such an approach.

As he hurriedly moved his body to the side in preparation for the coming counterattack, a massive tail cut through where he had just been, creating a powerful vortex.

"Gruk-!"

The breathing passage he had created above water disappeared, and seawater instantly filled his mouth.

Inhaling salty water instead of air, Solif desperately swam toward land using all his magic and physical abilities.

Fortunately, Rowena, who was passing by, grabbed him with her pincer and pulled him up, allowing him to ascend quite quickly.

"Kehek, hek... thank..."

"Where’s your leader? He was here until just now, but he’s gone."

Solif, who was urgently poking his head out of the water to breathe, looked up at the sky at Rowena’s words.

As she said, Turan, who had been flying in the sky and drawing attention until just now, was nowhere to be seen.

Had he finally been shot down by lightning magic?

Or had he retreated underwater like them because it was difficult to dodge?

Wondering if he might be with Meisa, he looked, but that wasn’t the case either; Meisa was diving around the giant sea serpent just like Solif had been earlier, continuously shooting arrows of light.

She seemed to be approaching too close, perhaps because she could move her body much more skillfully than him.

’Should I tell her to move back? Hand signals probably won’t be visible from here.’

Just as he was thinking this, Solif’s eyes widened as he saw an explosion occurring above the giant sea serpent’s head.

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’This is definitely its weak point.’

Turan approached the vital point on the crown of the head, which he had earlier penetrated with a boulder, using invisibility magic while absorbing the power of the sun bloodline from the Baraha nobles he had obtained in the past, particularly the strongest one’s power.

Normally, even with Zahar’s invisibility magic, it would be difficult to dare approach the constantly moving head for fear of being accidentally hit.

It was an approach made possible because it had become sluggish from exhaustion, and because its attention was divided towards enemies attacking from underwater.

In that state, Turan poured a large quantity of fire spirits into the place where the drowned god’s arm had been stuck in the past, now widened by the boulder’s passage, and then moved away and set it alight.

The hole created inside was wide enough for a person to pass through.

Jumping inside and activating the Light of Judgment, he frantically swung the light whip to erase the essence of the undead, causing the giant sea serpent to scream as if it were about to die and twist its body violently.

It was a natural reaction, considering that in terms of a living being, he was essentially digging into its brain.

’Yes, that hurts, doesn’t it?’

Turan wedged his foot into a relatively narrow groove inside the skull and swung his whip while his body swayed back and forth.

With each of the undead’s green light being consumed by the light whip, the screams and convulsions grew stronger.

"No!"

Then a human voice was heard from somewhere.

Turan instinctively knew it to be the voice of the being that had merged with the giant sea serpent, the Mimicker god.

"Die."

Who needed to die? Turan, who was threatening its life?

The question was immediately answered.

"Monster, die. For the sake of humans, serpent, die..."

That was the intention held by the undead of the Mimicker god, probably the essence of the strong desire he had harbored until the moment of his death.

How sad that the undead left by a god who had fought the giant sea serpent for humanity had collaborated with his arch-enemy.

To end this misguided devotion, Turan squeezed out what little magic he had left and erased, again and again, the green light filling the part where the brain should be with the Light of Judgment.

After minutes of the acrid smell of the undead’s essence burning filling his nostrils and his body hitting the walls of the shaking skull:

Finally, the shaking inside the skull stopped and then began to free-fall.

He could feel that something entangled between the giant sea serpent and the god’s undead had completely shattered, and that the magic controlling this enormous serpent’s body was converging into a single point.

"Thank you..."

Hearing the quiet voice, Turan lightly bowed his head.

"Rest in peace, I owe you a lot."

He probably wouldn’t hear these words, but this was the best respect Turan could offer in his own way.

A moment later, as water began to fill the inside of the skull with a splash, Turan dived and escaped outside.

The relic’s senses, which had been temporarily blocked while he was trapped inside, activated and illuminated the living beings around him.

The merman king and the royalty, Solif, and Meisa...

Seeing the two people on the sea turtle’s shell, Turan hurriedly used flight magic to fly over.

"Turan! Recovery potion, quickly!"

Solif shouting with an urgent face.

Below him, Meisa was lying with a pale face, but her lower body was nowhere to be seen. Continue your journey on novelbuddy

Her lower half had disappeared—an extreme injury that would have been more than enough to kill anyone who wasn’t a top-tier noble.

Turan hurriedly took out a recovery potion magic tool and handed it to Solif before turning his head.

"Where are you going!?"

"To get her body!"

Fortunately, the other half of Meisa’s severed body was still within the range of the Mimicker relic’s senses, albeit barely.

While quickly diving to retrieve the lower half, Turan observed the state of the merfolk royalty.

’They’re all badly injured and some have died, but... it would be dangerous to use up all my magic here.’

No matter how bad their condition was, it wouldn’t be difficult to kill a noble who had been incapacitated by using up all their magic.

After all, they could transform into giant sea creatures if they could just transform, while his side was merely powerless humans without magic.

So, realistically speaking, one of them should use magic for treatment while the other preserved what little strength remained.

The problem was that Meisa would likely die if they did that.

Recovery potion magic tools weren’t very efficient for magicians of their level, and her injury was so severe that it was hard to guarantee her survival even if both of them poured in all their magic.

After a very brief deliberation, Turan approached Solif, who was urgently administering the recovery potion, and said:

"Lift her upper body. I’ll align her body."

"Can you reattach it?"

"At least unlike with you, the wound hasn’t been burned or melted away. But how did this happen?"

"I think she got caught somewhere when it was making its last struggle. I was already thinking she was too close..."

In the past, Solif’s severed arm couldn’t be reattached because the cut surface had melted with the Light of Judgment, but Meisa’s body was at least quite cleanly torn off.

Should they be shocked that its hand-to-hand combat ability was so immense that it could shatter the various high-level magic tools protecting her body, or should they be grateful for Meisa’s sturdiness in not being completely crushed after being hit by such a monster?

Turan, who had asked the sea turtle to take them to land, took turns with Solif in creating recovery potions to treat Meisa.

After urgently calling Bize from inland and mobilizing all their magic, they could finally overcome the crisis after about twenty minutes.

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"It’s done, she’ll recover as time passes now."

"She’s alive..."

Solif, who was already half exhausted, heard this and immediately collapsed on the spot.

Turan briefly checked if Bize’s wing had been improperly attached, then examined Meisa’s condition.

She was still unconscious with a pale complexion, but warm blood was circulating in her reattached lower body.

According to what he saw with the relic’s senses, it was clear that if they hadn’t all, including Turan and Bize, poured in their magic as calculated, her body wouldn’t have properly reattached, and she would have died.

"Whew..."

As he was breathing a sigh of relief, several shadows fell over Turan and Solif.

The merman king and several merfolk royalty following him.

With fewer numbers than when they first fought, they looked at Turan’s group with a strange expression.

The merman king spoke with an observing air:

"You seem badly injured."

"Unfortunately. Fortunately, we’ve passed the crisis."

Turan responded in a calm tone as if it were really nothing and subtly observed the merfolk’s expressions.

If they showed hostility here, they would die without even being able to resist.

The magic remaining in his body was barely enough to deal with Arma if he were to transform into a shark and attack.

After a few seconds of tense confrontation, the merman king said quietly:

"Let me know if you need any help. I want to retrieve the corpse quickly, so once that woman wakes up, absorb the power right away. For now, I’ll have it brought to the beach."

Watching the merfolk leave, Turan, just like Solif had done earlier, lay down on the sandy beach.