Chapter 637

Two days after the fall of Warren.

"At this rate, we'll finish recovering all the entities within five days."

Temple Magic University Underground Research Center.

Christina nodded slowly as she watched the immortals whose damaged bodies were slowly being restored at the port.

The scary thing about immortals is not their power, but their automatic restoration.

They are machines that can be repaired and restarted like a golem.

That's why the real power of immortals comes from resurrection.

An army that does not die.

The only one alive in that army.

Ludwig.

Of course, even in the Warren battle, Ludwig participated as a member of the immortals, wearing a helmet and face mask.

Although all entities had exceptional power, Ludwig was more alien among them.

To withstand black magic, he had to receive more powerful black magic and chimera spells. That's why Ludwig had to be stronger than other immortals.

As a price for enduring the unbearable, he is stronger than other immortals.

The Allied forces had only fought one battle since the Serendia battle, but Ludwig, who moved with the immortals, had little time to rest.

As long as he fought with the tireless dead soldiers, Ludwig had to be deployed in more battlefields.

Sometimes he had seizures due to rejection reactions, but his condition after the Warren battle was quite good.

"Ugh......"

Ludwig blocked his mouth while drinking the dark liquid.

"Ugh! Ugh!"

After a moment of retching, Ludwig barely drank the liquid and let out a deep sigh.

Even Ludwig, whose only long-term organ was his stamina, had experienced countless battles, so his eyes were sunken.

Beside him, Louis Ancton and Anna were checking Ludwig.

What Ludwig just drank was an alchemical potion that alleviates rejection reactions.

"The effect is certain. I'm sorry to say this, but... why does it taste so bad...?"

Ludwig was breathing evenly, covering his mouth as if he was about to vomit.

Ludwig was not having a rejection reaction seizure right now, but was vomiting because of the terrible taste.

"If it was just bitter, I wouldn't know, but there's something foul about it... The taste and smell are so bad that it feels like my tongue is rotting..."

Ludwig, who was suffering from pain that would have shocked an ordinary person, was trembling as if he could not bear the taste of the sedative.

Christina shrugged her shoulders as she watched Ludwig, who was even more restless because of the terrible taste of the sedative.

"In fact, there's no reason for it to taste so disgusting."

"Huh?"

"I made it that way on purpose."

"Huh?"

Ludwig, of course, as well as Louis and Anna, who were checking Ludwig's physical condition, were surprised.

She made it taste disgusting on purpose.

"Because if it's edible, you'll keep looking for it. I made it that way so you only drink it when you really need it."

"...Is this bad for the body?"

"There's no way it's good." "The stabilizer prevents Ludwig's body from collapsing or experiencing rejection reactions, but it is ultimately a very dangerous substance. It's not good to drink it frequently, even if it's okay for now." Ludwig nodded his head with a stunned expression when Christina admitted that she purposely made the potion taste disgusting. "By the way... people saw the immortals in this battle. Is that okay?" Louis Ancton cautiously brought up the topic. The situation had become complicated as the immortals had been revealed to everyone in the alliance during this battle. "We don't know what will happen, politics is the job of those who play politics," Christina replied, looking at the ports undergoing regeneration from afar. "If things get complicated, those who have been hiding will come out one by one." However, the emperor said something that should not have been said in a place where too many people had gathered. Too many ears have heard the story and there are too many mouths. Therefore, the story that there is an insider of the demon king in the Allied Forces will soon spread throughout the entire Allied Forces. Keeping the secret is only temporary. The whole world will know about the crazy actions of the empire and the existence of betrayers of humanity. And Louise is one of those betrayers. Louise quietly watches those who are cautious, those who are excited to slaughter the demon king's insiders, and those who silently watch the situation. Not everyone is needed anyway. "What do you think, Commander?" There are many other commanders in this place, but only Louise can be called a commander here because she has the largest army. Everyone looks at Louise von Schwarzkopf. The current leader of the Allied Forces. Her words can carry considerable weight. That's why the emperor didn't come to see her, not him. Startled by the sudden downpour, they gathered to find shade. They know that the empire, the shade that has been protecting them so far, is about to collapse. So they huddle together in the shade that still looks sturdy, called Kernstadt. Demon king or emperor. What's going on? They say they have to kill the betrayers of humanity, but they still don't know. Louise closes her eyes as she feels the attention focused on her. "Hmm...." The emperor threw the dice. That was a signal. She also has to throw the dice now. "I support the demon king." It's like adding cold water. Or like freezing. Even in this situation, Louise finds the sight of people who have become like stones while sitting interesting. * * * People were waiting for the words they had been waiting for from Louise's mouth, an analysis or prediction of the current situation and the direction humanity should take in the future. They were waiting for her to lead them down that path. Is there a future in the empire? What attitude should be taken towards the demon king's insiders? Should we take action now or not? They were expecting such talk. Of course, no one in their heads was in a situation where the commander of Kernstadt declared that she supported the demon king's insider. No one predicted that she was the insider. "What the hell...?" Many people were frozen for a while and couldn't say anything, and when they finally opened their mouths, that was all that came out. "It shouldn't be that difficult to say, right? I am the demon king's insider." The next bombshell that popped out made people's faces turn pale. Supporting the demon king, beyond that, declaring oneself as the insider. No one else. Except for the empire, there was no one else in this place who could stand up and ask to hang the betrayer of humanity. Everyone had the same thought in their heads. Since when had Kernstadt been in league with the Demon King? Why had no one known until now? Those who had been shouting to execute the Demon King's insider until their throats were hoarse now wished they could bite their tongues and die. The anger on their faces gradually turned to fear. "Do you think I'm the only insider?" Louise injected a different thought into the confused minds. If there were many insiders, should they stand with them to survive? Louise didn't reveal everything, but said that the Holy Knights and the Divine Sect had sided with the Demon King, and even the Duke of Sangtu-an had sided with him. "Think carefully about why I said this, where my confidence comes from, and why I decided to support the Demon King." Fear grows larger as one imagines alone, and fear grows on its own. "Those who share my intentions should stay, and those who don't should leave. But I don't know if the door to my mansion will be open next time." The fear within them will make them kneel. "I'll give you 10 minutes." Just 10 minutes. It was too short a time to decide the fate of the world. But urgent time brings anxiety, and the idea that there is no next chance makes humans fearful. The idea that there is no next chance is tantamount to coercion. When the anxious 10 minutes passed, there were some empty seats in the mansion. Someone had clearly left their seat. But there were still many seats that were not empty. In the end, even with all their anger and hatred, were they crumbling in the face of the absolute desire to survive? Louise could not be satisfied with the sight before her.