Absolutely Do Not Touch Eldmia Egga

A failed work made from the remnants of a dead evil god, commonly referred to as ‘dregs’, is the discard of the demon king’s army.

It is also an item that, no matter who wears it, turns into the same monster that not only attacks the surroundings, but also never returns to its original state. Since even ordinary soldiers are strong enough, even the command didn’t want to operate them like disposable consumables.

However, it was a by-product that was too good to just throw away. So the military decided to focus on the fact that everyone becomes the ‘same’ monster.

The first idea that came out was to make it a weapon.

A weapon in which the remnants of evil spirits contained in the weapon transfer to the target just by inflicting wounds, causing mutation and necrosis.

As soon as it was discovered that there is almost no way to reverse it, it is effective immediately, and it can quickly cause the collapse of the body by dropping it rather than reinforcing safety. established as a tool.

However, mass production was difficult because it was not easy to manage. It was a natural result because the blade did not pierce people.

At that time, it was Khalesi, who built a tower, who had changed his name, who suggested a new point of view.

The idea that if ordinary soldiers are precious, then those who cannot even become soldiers should be discarded.

Their spontaneity is unpredictable, so the idea of controlling their behavior.

It was an idea like hers, whose ultimate goal was to deeply intervene and manipulate people’s minds, and the military approved it.

Anyway, in the Demonic Territory, there are many inmates who have only a value that can only be used once and thrown away. It can be used on traitors as well, and can also be used on captured enemies.

Above all, even the ‘control’ proposed by Khalesi was not difficult if you did not care about the problem that the wearer would die or become paralyzed with a high probability in the process of separating the magic tool.

– Beep!

The demon king army had no intention of giving the dregs a second chance, so it was a perfect condition indeed.

“What, suddenly one died?”

The result was a crowd control magic tool that forcibly controls the target wearing the magic tool with remnants.

Commonly known as ‘workshop’.

Of course, not all magic tools can be controlled. Among the soldiers, only those suppressed by exclusive magic tools, now more commonly called dog collars, are controlled by the workshop.

In addition, it had to go through the cumbersome process of dragging the target and connecting them with magic, and there was a limit that it could only manage up to twenty, but considering the powerful power of the debris, that was enough.

It was only natural for the castaways organized as prisoners to be recognized as military forces, and for a separate magic class to be created to manage them.

“I heard that one died a few days ago.
“This morning?”

Arse Diput, a welcome wizard belonging to the ‘Puppet Master’, which was launched with the completion of the workshop, was one of the illusion wizards who were put into the front line as a workshop pilot.

Due to the sudden death of a corrosive body a few days ago, the team members like him, who checked the status of the magic tools connected to the workshop day and night in 3 shifts of 2 people, were crumpled by the warning sound that went off just when they were about to fall asleep. He looked at the workshop without hiding his losing expression.

As if the zealots of Epagasierra had suddenly gone mad at dawn, one light that signaled the life or death of the entity had really been turned off.

“You usually only fought in the morning. Didn’t you come here because you thought you wouldn’t be vulnerable at night?”
“Fuck, I’m fucking on my duty…”

They were also wearing magic tools that Kalesi and her subordinates used, but they were relatively different in terms of completeness, so there was a difference in output and safety.

Even if they are already dead, they are unmistakable gods. The process of processing such an existence into a magical tool could not be smooth. Those who are not directly involved in battle receive items that are relatively incomplete.

To the extent that he had to put his heart and soul into forcibly manipulating the resisting prisoner’s magic tool to go all the way to that wall and disabling the magic tool’s safety device there.

Although other soldiers and officers who did not know this fact recognized them as ordinary people who had nothing to do with dragging prisoners and releasing them in the meadow, they laughed at them, but if they made a mistake, the remnants of the magic tool would flow backwards, and even the puppeteer who cast magic would get involved. It was a fact known to all puppeteers.

I just couldn’t say it because it was a secret that I shouldn’t leak to my allies. So, the puppeteers were full of complaints today as well.

“Let’s think positively. But you’re the best at your skills.”
“Should’ve just acted like an asshole…”

-Beep!

Until an ear-piercing warning sound and the movement of the three people in the tent stopped.

The colleague who giggled and talked like a stranger, Arcedo who gnashed his teeth and tried to punish him for swearing at him, and the other colleague who was half-asleep and watching the whole situation, doubting their eyes and ears, looked at each other and then looked at the studio again. saw.

And I was embarrassed to face the unchanging reality.

“…died again?”

With the number of lights reduced from 9 just before to 8, the first to speak was a half-asleep colleague.

“Do you guys fight with each other?”
“Don’t be stupid. It’s already been verified that those corrupted by evil spirits regard each other as the same kind…”

-Beep!

With a warning sound, this time the lights go out in front of everyone. The pupils of the three people looking at the seven lights shook violently.

“Something’s wrong with this…”

And in the tent warmed by magic tools, Arse felt a severe chill and goose bumps all over his body.

– Beep!
– Beep!
– Beep!

Something out of the ordinary was happening.

“Fuck, fuck! Arse! Run! It’s an emergency! They’re doing something! Call the commander!”

Arse couldn’t accept the situation right away even when he heard the urgent cry of his colleague, who had been teasing Arse until recently. However, it was unfair to call him an idiot who was slow to grasp the situation just because of that.

It is natural to suffer from cognitive dissonance.

That’s a light that shouldn’t go out like that.

– Beep beep beep!

“Fuck Arse!!”

In the end, Arse was able to come to his senses only after seeing all three lights go off at the same time and his colleagues arguing at the same time.

“You, you wake up the others and connect the prisoners! Vigil! Vigil!!”

Without a chance to struggle in the fear he had never experienced before, Arsé spurred out of the tent.

– Beep.

From behind Arse, the final warning sound, smaller than the pounding heart, was heard very distinctly.

Ironically, the warning sound caused Arse’s legs to lose strength, and at the same time, it became the driving force that made him grit his teeth and run to the command post.

The person himself was not aware of it, but thanks to him running, screaming for an emergency, the campsite that had just begun to fall asleep began to get out of the water much faster.

Most of them were startled and woke up by Arsé desperately screaming as if the world was collapsing, and then they didn’t understand the situation and were annoyed, but Arsé hurriedly entered the command post, bypassing even the guards who were trying to block him. shut up

“Geez, Commander! Emergency! No matter what the enemy did, all the corrosive bodies are dead!”

Despite the report ignoring all procedures, the commander, who was sitting alone reading the military manual, did not frown.

It wasn’t because he had extraordinary patience, but because he had been instructed by his superiors to be careful with the workshop and the puppet master’s treatment.

The young commander, who took a deep breath while swearing at Arse, saying that he was no different from a soldier in his heart, kept his calm attitude as much as possible while hiding all his annoyance.

“Puppeteer Arse. I have two questions to ask you first. Why didn’t you report while everyone was dying?”
“Choi, I reported it as soon as possible, Commander! It’s hard to believe, but one of them started dying, and in less than a minute, all the remaining nine died!”

Arsae was crying and talking urgently, as if she would cry at any moment, but the commander thought it was just a ridiculous excuse.

He knew very well what kind of power the corroded body had. Even if he jumped right in, he wouldn’t be able to deal with them in such a short time.

No, maybe it was impossible to deal with all ten at the same time.

If they had the power to do so, why would the Demonic Cult have been entrenched in the city and engaged in defensive warfare? It was clear that he had not been on duty properly and fell asleep, only to find it belatedly.

Still, there was an order from the superior, so I had to endure it. because he was a soldier

“…Huh, okay. Then, the next question. Aren’t there enough prisoners yet? If I remember correctly, there should be thirty-four prisoners left?”

Of course it was an exact number. He had no intention of leaving his name in history as a failed commander because he failed to properly grasp the situation of his allies on the battlefield under his leadership, and to do so, he updated information by receiving reports on the supply situation and the condition of soldiers every day.

“Now, the number of them is not important, Commander! Even if all of our men got up and connected all the prisoners, it would take over an hour! We killed 10 enemies in less than a minute!”

He even presented a clear number to emphasize his own thoroughness, but Arse just spit out words in a hurry as if the world was still collapsing as if it didn’t matter.

“…let’s go out together.”

I was so irritated at the moment that I almost went mad, but it was also true that I was too desperate to make an excuse for just standing on duty and talking about it, so the commander changed his mind and closed the military manual.

If true, there will be changes in the city too. Rather than judging right and wrong here, it was better to properly grasp the current situation.

Leaving the fidgety Arsé behind, the commander, dressed in a fur coat, left the command post with a dignified gait and did not forget to warn Arsé.

“Forget that if there is even a hint of lies in the report, we will strictly rule it with military law…”

That was the commander’s last will.

A mysterious ray of light swept across the plain, sweeping him and his surroundings.

“Ughhhhh!”

Chaos descended on the camp with the screams of Arse, who suddenly watched the tent and people disappear right in front of his nose.

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