Return of the Calamity-Class Death Knight Chapter 133

The Return of the Destruction-Class Death Knight Chapter 133

Episode 133: Historic Site (1)

“Then, Victor, let’s go now. If you want to find a decent place to stay, you need to get moving now so you can get into bed before the sun sets.”

Damien shook his head at Thiebaud’s words.

“No, I changed my mind. I’m going into the ruins right now.”

“Yes… …? You’re saying that you’re going into that dangerous place without any preparation?”

Damien headed towards the iron gate without even listening to Thiebaud’s words.

At that sight, conflict appeared on Thiebaud’s face.

“Damn, people die once or twice?”

Thiebaud followed Damien, swearing. The two passed through the iron gate and entered the ruins.

The interior of the ruins was truly another world.

Unlike the small iron gate, there was a long, wide hallway inside.

The walls, the floor, and even the ceiling were all bare. I don’t know what materials were used, but it was completely different from modern buildings made of stone.

“This is a historic site… … .”

Thiebaud looked around with a curious expression on his face.

Just entering the entrance, you could tell how advanced the ancient civilization’s technology was.

The two walked inside. After walking a little down the hallway, an entrance leading to another room on either side appeared.

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The entrance to the room had these words written on it, which translated to ‘Security Equipment Storage’.

Damien entered the vault.

The interior was empty, with only a few long benches anchored to the ground.

“There won’t be anything left in this place. Other explorers have probably already swept it all away.”

Thiebaud told Damien. It was the room closest to the entrance, so it would have been touched the most, so it was natural for it to be empty.

“If you want to find something, you have to go deep. That’s dangerous, so you have to be fully prepared… … .”

Damien wasn’t paying any attention to what Thiebaud was saying. He was looking at the writing on the wall.

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When I translated it, it meant “equipment storage.”

There was nothing else besides the writing in ancient script. All that was visible was a wall.

Damian recalled his memories of exploring the ruins with Dorgo in his past life.

‘At that time, I clearly activated it by sending magical power.’

Damien felt around the wall, pumping his magic into it and finding a way to open the equipment locker.

‘It’s harder than I thought.’

Damian had to figure out where and how much magic power to inject.

About a minute passed like that.

Suddenly, with a loud bang, the wall parted to the left and right, revealing the equipment rack.

“Huh, huh? Huh huh huh?”

Thiebaud, who was watching the scene from behind, shouted in surprise.

“T, what on earth is going on… … .”

Damien looked through the locker.

Unfortunately, there wasn’t much left. Only one helmet was sitting on a stand.

It is probably a helmet used by guards guarding ancient ruins.

Unlike modern helmets, it was rounded rather than sharp or pointed. It looked like a perfect sphere.

It also had a structure that could raise and lower the guard to protect the face.

‘I thought there would be a map showing the structure of the ruins.’

Damien had no interest in the equipment the guards used. It was just unusual to look at, but not remarkable.

Even if they were relics, the performance of lower-grade items was not much different from that of equipment being produced now.

It had a unique shape and was much harder, but that was it.

A helmet of this size could probably be easily split even with a blade.

‘I don’t know if it’s something used by high-ranking officials. I don’t need this.’

The equipment from the ruins increases rapidly in performance as it goes up to higher grade.

Advanced technology, excellent performance, powerful power.

When people talk about relics, the common perception they have is that they are high-quality items used by high-ranking officials.

‘They say that even this low-quality product is sold at a high price… Should I take it anyway?’

Damien lifted his guard helmet and held it out to Thiebaud.

“Take good care of it.”

“Yes, yep!”

Thiebaud said this and hurriedly received the helmet. He opened his knapsack, took out a large piece of cloth, wrapped the helmet in it, and put it on his back.

After that, Damien looked through three more vaults.

I opened the hidden storage box in the storage room and cleaned out all the remaining items.

Thanks to this, Damien was able to complete a set of security uniforms.

‘It hurts not to be able to find the map.’

Damien’s first goal was to find Gasdal.

It was a shame that there was no map, as it would have allowed us to deduce where Gasdal might be hiding.

Maybe it was on a different floor.

“Let’s go down.”

“yep!”

At Damien’s words, Thiebaud shouted while carrying the guard uniform on his back.

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If the first basement level was a large, long hallway, the second basement level was a spacious common area.

Each common wall had an entrance.

‘It says ‘3rd floor entrance, break room, and supply warehouse.’

Damien read the letters written on the entrance one by one and thought about where to go first.

‘The supply closet would be nice. There might be some maps left over there that I was going to hand out to the guards.’

Damien took Thiebaud and headed to the warehouse.

As I passed through the entrance, a hallway appeared. As I walked along the hallway for a while, doors leading to different warehouses appeared here and there.

I went in one by one, but they were all empty. There was only dust rolling around on the floor.

The two reached the deepest part of the warehouse. There was nothing left here either.

“Everyone has been scratching away so persistently. There is nothing left.”

Thiebaud said, putting down his guard uniform. He sat down on a nearby box-shaped chair, perhaps tired.

‘There’s really nothing.’

I looked around to see if there was any space I could open separately, but I couldn’t see it.

‘There’s no map in the supply warehouse either… … But I don’t think there’s one in the break room.’

It was when Damien was in trouble.

“What are you two doing here?”

Someone shouted from the entrance of the warehouse. The two turned their heads and saw a young man wearing chainmail.

There was a large pattern drawn on the young man’s armor. Thiebaud, who saw it, whispered to Damien.

“Victor, this is the emblem of the Baekguk. It seems to be a Baekguk soldier.”

“Why are the soldiers of Baekguk here?”

“I heard that for the purpose of maintaining security, soldiers from Baekguk periodically patrol the historic site.”

While the two were whispering, a Baekguk soldier entered the warehouse.

“I see that you two have recently come to Baekguk, right? So you’re looking around the historical site?”

“Young man, you have great taste. As you can see, it is so.”

Thiebaud said jokingly. The soldier shook his head at Thiebaud’s words.

“You won’t find anything here if you look around. You’ll have to go down to the fourth floor at least to find something.”

Thiebaud’s eyes widened at the soldier’s words.

“Do I really have to go that deep?”

“You’ll have to go down to the fifth floor to find any usable artifacts.”

“Ugh… … That can’t be.”

Thiebaud gave a short sigh.

“Victor, it’s late today, so how about we head back? We’ll prepare thoroughly and try again tomorrow.”

“That would be good. The ruins are extremely dangerous.”

The soldier spoke to the two men as if preaching to them.

“Besides, you shouldn’t be complacent just because you’re on a low floor like this. If you let your guard down, you could be in big trouble.”

“What does that mean?”

Thiebaud asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“There are quite a few people who died on the lower floors.”

“What are you talking about? Isn’t this place already safe since the exploration is over?”

The reason the ruins were dangerous was because of the traps and ancient golems that remained inside.

However, the second floor was a place where explorers had searched like rats, so there was nothing left, but there were no dangers either.

“Everyone thought so… … But bodies have been steadily being found here until recently. No one knows who the culprit is.”

It wasn’t usually anything unusual.

It’s so weird that something like that happens when there’s no danger.

“Could it be that the mercenaries were killing people and stealing their goods?”

“We also suspect that and are investigating… … In any case, the fact remains that it is dangerous until the culprit is caught, so please be careful.”

“I think I know why there are missing persons cases.”

Suddenly, Damien opened his mouth. The soldier was surprised by his words and asked,

“Have you seen the culprit? Or any evidence?”

In response to the soldier’s question, Damien gestured for him to come closer.

“Yes? Why are you doing that?”

The Baekguk soldier approached with a bewildered look on his face. At that moment, Damian pulled out his sword and cut the soldier’s face.

Just before dawn, the soldier threw his head back. Immediately, he backed away, doing a somersault on his back.

His movements were incredibly nimble, making it hard to believe he was just a soldier.

“Rain, Victor!”

Thiebaud shouted in horror.

“Ship, you shouldn’t touch the soldiers of the Baekje Kingdom! If you do, the Baekje Kingdom will issue a wanted poster… … .”

Damien pointed at the soldier without saying a word. Thiebaud looked in that direction absentmindedly and then was startled.

The soldier’s face was torn, and the muscles and veins that should be there on a human were nowhere to be seen.

All that was visible was a pure white skull.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

Unlike Thiebaud, who was startled and screaming, Damien was indifferent.

Damian knew the soldier was undead the moment he showed up.

‘A skeleton that can communicate with people?’

Of course, this was impossible for the undead.

Undead were created by twisting and destroying human souls, so most of them lacked full intelligence.

The same was true of the undead. They were not only unintelligent, they simply did not exist.

Yet the reason we can have conversations with people is because memories have been implanted in us.

‘It seems certain that Gasdal is hiding here.’

The area that Gasdal focused on as a shaman was human memory.

Originally, memories were supposed to disappear the moment a person died. Gasdal pondered over how to gather and utilize those memories to the fullest extent possible.

The undead before our eyes was born thanks to that research.

An undead that can pretend to be alive by regenerating memories.

The way Gasdal strengthened his legions was also connected to memory.

‘The mastermind behind the low-rise murders is clearly Gasdal’s undead.’

Perhaps Gasdal has hidden undead on each floor.

When explorers come to a remote place, they are attacked by the undead to steal their souls.

Disguising themselves as soldiers of a hundred nations seemed to be a shallow trick to lull the adventurers into letting their guard down.

“Joe, be careful… … be careful… … be careful… … be careful… … .”

The young soldier repeated his words as if he were broken.

The memory that was injected into me by an unexpected event was not functioning properly.

Soldiers of a hundred nations.

No, the skeleton pulled out the sword at his waist. A bright aura instantly covered the blade.

“I told you to be careful!”

The skeleton ran towards Damien with a roar.

“Ugh, eww!”

Thiebaud screamed in surprise. Damien grabbed the back of Thiebaud’s neck.

He threw himself backwards to protect Thiebaud from the skeleton.

Then, he grabbed the dawn to cut down the skeleton.

That was when.

The blade of dawn emitted a dazzling light.