I'm the Only Totem in Another World - Chapter 187

Chapter 187: I’m the Only Totem in Another World （6）

While Malak and Rake were engaged in a fierce battle against Karon and Shamishur, a war was also raging underground.

“Holy Strike!”

“Light’s Protection!”

“Holy Flame!”

“Light Explosion!”

The low-level Paladins, who were not part of the Close-Range Spy Raid or the other strong fighters like Dina, were also engaged in their own fierce battle.

“Hey! Block that, block that!”

At the shout of Siu, the Paladin with the nickname “Morning Tent Erection Knight,” a middle-aged man turned his head.

His nickname was “Maljukgeoriboksangsa.” He had become famous for falling on a deserted island instead of a cave, and he was better known by his nickname “Maljukgeori” than his real name.

“Oh!”

Maljukgeori spotted a demon with four arms lifting a ball made of iron from afar.

Its target was likely Malak-nim’s disposable totem placed here. If they lost this totem, which continuously provided healing and purification to their allies, the tide of the battle might turn.

“Focus your fire on that demon!”

Even a single disposable totem that Muri had hastily made was precious. The civilized soldier, acting as the temporary commander, issued the attack order.

The Barbarian archers, who had long been hunters in the forest, fired their arrows at the four-armed demon in unison.

But the arrows didn’t reach their target. The zombie worshippers, carrying shields, moved swiftly to block them all.

“Tsk!”

A few of the observing Paladins clicked their tongues. The zombie worshippers controlled by Karon moved with the organization and precision of an army.

The worshippers, moving as one body without individual will, were dangerous in a different way than the demons who relied on physical strength.

“Anyone with long-range skills?! I don’t think we can stop it with arrows!”

“Bangguseok Choseon,” who was cutting down the worshippers on the front line, spoke up.

“Morning Tent! You have that! Holy Flame!”

“I Trusted the Monkey Man but,” who was either fighting or running away, it was hard to tell, replied.

“No mana, you punk! I shot it six times already, you think there’s more? And do you think my flame is some kind of missile? It won’t reach that far! Uh, uh?”

Siu, who had been frowning and scrutinizing the enemies, widened his eyes and shouted.

“That’s not important! Look! He’s lifting it again!”

The demon, who had momentarily lowered the iron ball to hide behind its shield, lifted it again.

“Something, something that could help… I should call for help now…!”

Maljukgeori searched through the community. He regretted not sending out a help call sooner while blocking the attacking worshippers.

[Close-Range Spy: Official Combat Power Chart for Goja Buro Raid

━ Greater Demon（Tentative）=Level 11 or higher ~ Capable of destroying a nation or the world

━ High-ranking Demon=Level 8~10 ~ Capable of occupying multiple cities alone

━ Mid-ranking Demon=Level 6~7 ~ Capable of occupying a single city alone

━ Lower Demon=Level 3~5 ~ Capable of occupying a single village or multiple villages alone

Levels are based on Paladin levels, and Greater Demon is tentative, as mentioned.

This concept is used to distinguish those who are clearly stronger than ordinary high-ranking demons, such as the Dark Cloud Demon, the Seven-Headed Dragon Demon, and the Evil God Shamishur, so don’t be mistaken.

If you encounter a situation where you have to face a demon alone, compare your level with the demon’s rank. You can identify lower and mid-ranking demons by their size, and high-ranking demons by their power.

Hoping that more possessed individuals will survive, Goja Buro, leader of the Goja Buro Raid.]

This was the last post on the community, and it had been posted several hours ago. It was evidence that everyone was having a busy time.

But that didn’t mean there was no activity at all.

[Ultra Sanz Crazed for Nighttime Massacre Mode: Subjugation of Overlord of the Dead Karon Live Update Board]

Comments were still steadily being posted on this thread. In fact, only this thread was active.

Maljukgeori quickly posted a comment requesting help. But it was futile. The four-armed demon was just about to throw the iron ball.

Maljukgeori was currently standing right next to the totem. If he didn’t want to be crushed along with it, he needed to get out of the way immediately.

However, Maljukgeori simply looked up at the sky, doing nothing. He felt like Malak-nim would open a dimensional gate and come to his rescue any moment.

‘That’s not going to happen.’

Suddenly, a ridiculous thought crossed Maljukgeori’s mind: ‘If I bravely fight and die here, wouldn’t I be able to see my family again?’

He had been devastated after Karon destroyed the cathedral, believing he would never see his wife and child again. Malak-nim’s absence for several days had only amplified his anxiety.

Although Malak-nim had returned, that anxiety hadn’t completely dissipated. The fact that he was wavering like this during Malak-nim’s brief absence was proof of that.

“Ajusshi! Don’t just stand there, get out of the way!”

Just as the Monkey, unable to watch any longer, grabbed Maljukgeori and tried to run, a new post appeared on the community screen that Maljukgeori had left open.

[Love Death Cat: Meow meow meow meow~! （This body has arrived!）]

Along with the new post, a knight in pure white, riding a unicorn, appeared from the sky. It was Love Death Cat. She pointed her sparkling sword towards the demon.

Whooooosh━!

A magic circle formed at the tip of her sword, and white flames erupted. The flames, shot out in an instant, engulfed the demon.

Uwaaaaaaaah!

The demon dropped the iron ball and howled in pain. The flames that had burned the demon spread to the worshippers and continued to spread.

Fwoosh!

The unicorn, as if its task was complete, headed towards another location.

The anomaly wasn’t over yet.

“Lufurabasella… Solpiratuvania…!”

Paya, riding on Tteunteuni’s back, chanted a spell. A white circle appeared in the sky and dropped creatures resembling ladybugs.

They were spirits of the Spirit World, called “Rabak.”

Maljukgeori didn’t know, but it was the effect of the one-time blessing “Summoner of Spirits” that Malak（Sanz） had received as a reward for escaping the Spirit World.

[Summoner of Spirits: Summons a spirit residing in the Spirit World to Earth with its consent. The duration of the summon is temporary and determined by the caster’s ability.

This blessing can be bestowed upon a single follower who has learned spirit magic, and that follower can only use this blessing once.]

Paya, who possessed a strong ability to communicate with spirits, was able to summon multiple individuals. The ones summoned were notorious for their foul temperaments.

Krrr…!

Clack clack clack!

The “Night Predators,” the Rabak, rushed towards the demons, their six legs moving busily. Their eyes were filled with rage, hatred, and disgust.

Lower to mid-ranking demons were spirits artificially created by high-ranking demons. It was only natural for the pure-blooded spirits born in the Spirit World to despise the demons, who were hideous hybrids and impurities.

Keeeeeek!

The freaking racist, or rather, purist spirits, trampled the demons and advanced. It was like the march of an enraged herd of rhinoceroses.

“Wha, what is this!”

“It seems like the spirit summoning Malak-nim mentioned!”

“So they’re allies?”

The Paladins, gaining momentum, confronted the worshippers. Maljukgeori looked up at the sky again.

Kwwoooooooh!

Malak-nim, who had returned at some point, was ripping apart the Evil God’s protective barrier with a majestic roar.

“Ah…!”

His god was fighting alongside him. Maljukgeori shed tears at that fact.

He remembered the words the messenger had left behind.

[Live. You need to be alive to have a chance.]

‘Right, if I live, there will be a chance to go back. I won’t give up.’

Maljukgeori, emboldened, adjusted his grip on his weapon and joined the ranks of the Paladins.

▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄

Crack!

Inside the Imperial Palace, filled with vines and moss, exuding a gloomy aura, the high-ranking demon fell to Hanna’s final attack.

“Legendary 3 Knights. Not bad skills.”

Close-Range Spy, who had been holding the demon’s feet in the front, spoke.

“You’re the one who stripped them of their title.”

“Ah, right.”

“Enough chatter. We need to close the dimensional gate.”

Close-Range Spy nodded at Dina’s words and led the way.

“Alright. Just past this path-”

Close-Range Spy’s words were cut off as he saw those blocking their path.

“Grooo…!”

“What is it?”

“Aren’t they just zombies?”

Everyone murmured, but Close-Range Spy could tell who they were.

“They’re Paladins…!”

Even though they had lost their armor and become zombies, their characteristically robust bodies remained.

“There’s only one raid that disappeared without a trace, not even leaving behind corpses.”

The one who had gathered their broken armor and created a grave muttered. It would have been impossible to save so many Paladins at once otherwise.

These individuals, clad in black armor and shrouded in a sinister red aura, were undoubtedly the George Raid.

“Fuck. I guess it’s what I’m thinking. What are you all doing! They’re just zombies now! Get a grip!”

As Hanna shouted and pointed her sword, the other possessed individuals, who had been in a state of confusion, gulped and prepared for battle.

Shing━

The zombie Paladin at the front drew its sword. A red aura flickered on the blade.

“…George.”

Close-Range Spy, sensing his identity, raised his shield.

After a brief silence.

With the fate of the dimensional gate at stake, the raid clashed with the raid.