I’m Not That Kind of Talent Chapter 273

273. Hero Hunt (7)

I know that Rweche is not unique in terms of military power, but what happened?

‘This is almost at the level of the imperial army during its heyday…’ The

formidable strength and confidence in the venomous eyes are almost like that of the imperial army during the reign of Edoardo Desert. Dan frowned as he felt the spirit of the army advancing, trampling on everything that he had seen at first glance during the Eight Year War, in the soldiers in front of him.

‘I think it would be difficult with just the two of us…’

“I have to go to Deon! Don’t block my path, you humans!!”

oh.

Now that I think about it, the demon next to me is not a doctor, but a berserker.

Ben, who was huffing and puffing, rushes in, swinging his travel bag at the guys blocking his path. Every time his bag was swung, someone’s neck snapped or their head exploded. Some people even flew away.

Nevertheless, it seems like it will take quite a long time to break through as he only hesitates for a moment, hardens his eyes again, and raises his weapon…

‘I guess it’s possible.’

How long will it take?

Ben had already entered the battlefield anyway. Knowing that it was next to impossible to find another way now, Dan sighed, adjusted his sword, and jumped into the chaos after Ben.

***

“How long has it been now?”

“It’s been about three hours.”

“…I wasn’t a hero for nothing.”

There are no monsters.

Lindel looked bored.

Deon Hardt, who only avoided a fatal wound with minimal movement, rushed forward, ignoring his own wounds. As the heroes hurriedly retreated to avoid his swinging dagger, their empty hands, whose weapons had magically disappeared, appeared before their eyes.

I was confused at first, but now I understand. I heard the sound of someone dying somewhere in the distance.

‘In the midst of hectic moments, he was steadily killing even long-distance heroes…’

Meanwhile, all of his wounds had recovered. Everyone in the human camp was appalled at the situation where even if they were injured, they would end up back at square one.

And at the same time confident. If it weren’t for the weakness of the Lofty Knights, we would have struggled even harder than we are now.

‘Probably Deonhardt’s nerves are as sharp as they can be right now.’

There were so many things that bothered him that he must have been quite stressed.

‘Then it would be nice if my emotions exploded and I got upset.’

It is not just a collection of heroes with short-range specialization, but a force that is clearly prepared for long distances as well. They never created an environment where Deon Hardt could run free.

When Deonhardt tried to kill heroes at close range, arrows and daggers flew from somewhere and stopped his actions. When he tried to throw a dagger to kill ranged heroes, the melee heroes blocked him by swinging their weapons.

At the very least, if they became distracted by the battle even a little and the distance between them and the Lofty Knights increased, the heroes pointed their weapons at them as if they were waiting.

“Captain, we’d rather die too…”

“Shut up.”

One of the knights, unable to bear the helplessness, cautiously opened his mouth. Immediately a sharp voice interrupted the conversation.

Kaga River! Deon, who was able to block the rain of arrows with his dagger, pulls out an arrow stuck in his side. As soon as I applied force to my hand, the arrow shaft broke without any force.

“There are degrees of talking about having an open mouth.”

“….”

“Just avoid long-range attacks like you are now. I’ll take care of the rest.”

You too, stay still.

I pressed down on the flower pot that was wriggling on my side. As if reading my mind, the guy clings to me calmly.

Deon exhaled slowly, gathered his emotions, and took up his stance again with his weapon. The heroes let out a sigh of relief as they didn’t seem to show the slightest sign of exhaustion. Meanwhile, Lindel, who was looking at Deon and the murderers alternately while lost in thought, slowly raised his hand and waved it.

“…!”

All kinds of long-distance weapons poured out.

Not towards Deonhardt, but towards the Murderous Knights.

It felt like it was the most serious attack among the attacks against the Knights Templar so far, so Deon hurriedly turned his head. A long sword pierced the side of my neck from behind, but I didn’t care. The wide red eyes were shaking as if there had been an earthquake.

“you guys…!”

“Captain! We’ll take care of this, so you can focus on your work!”

“We’re fine!”

The guys who dodged it on their own, pulled the guy next to them to help them dodge it, or even swung their weapon at it, waved their hands. The red eyes finally regained their composure after confirming that no one was dead or seriously injured.

Lindell watched the entire situation with narrowed eyes and smoothed his chin.

‘This is more effective than I thought…’

The effect of the weakness is stronger?

If you do it right, you can use this against them and kill them. I glanced back at the heroes who had fallen by my side to protect me.

A brief signal is exchanged, and those who understand the meaning nod their heads almost invisible. Only then did Lindell pick up the communicator.

“everyone.”

For a moment, attention was focused and eyes met with Deon Hardt.

He frowns, as if his eyes are curved without any trace of warmth, as if he is anxious.

Either way, the merciless orders followed.

“Kill the Murderous Knights first.”

“…!”

He said ‘all power’.

This means that both long-range and close-range heroes should target the Murderous Knights first.

It’s a completely different approach than before. Until now, even if they were targeting knights, they had been making minimal attacks against Deonhardt. Deon’s eyes twitched greatly.

All kinds of daggers and arrows are raining down on the knights, and close-range heroes are swinging their weapons at them, who are barely avoiding them.

“no…!”

“Sweet!!”

Deon quickly turned around. The monster plant, which had been quiet the whole time, let out a scream-like cry as if warning something, but I couldn’t hear it because my attention was elsewhere. And phuuk-!

A blade protruded from behind his back, piercing his stomach.

“Leader!!”

“ah.”

Only then did he realize what he had been missing.

There were heroes left to protect Lindell Reiner. Since he was not participating in the battle the whole time, he was being pushed out of the expected range.

Without missing a moment, various blades pierce my body one after another. But instead of turning around and dealing with them, Deon chose to run forward. It was a fairly desperate move.

‘They can’t do that.’

They must not die. It’s not as good as them.

As they run forward, each weapon that pierces their body comes with it either drawn or stuck. I felt like the monster was trying to attack again from behind, waving its stem and trying to block the weapons aimed at its back, but it didn’t turn around and flew away.

The first thing I did was to push the mad dogs remaining within the range of the barrage of long-distance weapons out of the range with just enough force to help them regain their balance. The next thing was to throw the dagger and block the weapons of the close-range heroes targeting them.

In the process, a few more arrows and daggers were lodged in my body, but I didn’t care.

The problem is next.

“Leader!!”

“Yuck!!”

“Avoid!!”

Another arrow flew. Deon, who was reorganizing his disheveled posture due to having just thrown a dagger, heard the sound of the wind and quickly turned his head. I thought this would be enough, but as if I had already gotten used to it, the arrow calculated the direction in which I would open my body and was flying.

If I had stayed still, I would have ended up getting hit in the shoulder. The pupil facing the arrowhead from the front was greatly dilated.

It was aimed squarely at the eyes.

‘…You can’t avoid this.’

It was too late to raise my hand to stop it. On the contrary, in the process of trying to strike or catch it, not only will the damage to the eye be increased, but the forehead or cheekbone may also be torn.

Not even all the crazy dogs have been saved from danger yet. A dark resignation appeared in the red eyes.

It was then that something strange happened.

“Sweet!!”

The arrow stopped.

‘….’

The world falls into silence and I feel my back becoming empty. Deon found the green stem holding the arrow shaft and slowly shifted his gaze.

The sight of a huge green monster breaking out of a flower pot and safely rescuing the mad dogs was clearly visible.

“…you.”

***

The monsters that follow Deon Hardt are omnivorous.

What the gardener had given in the past as a nutritional supplement was actually a seed that the world, now polluted by demonic energy, had given to the fairies.

Monster plants that are ‘omnivorous’ and ‘seeds given by the world’ given in the name of ‘nutritional supplements’.

What will happen next?

[Are you ready to sacrifice?]

The gardener who raised me once asked.

If only for Deon Hart. The monster nodded without hesitation.

And a seed was given. Hien, the gardener who watched it being hidden under the roots, quietly opened his mouth.

[It was in the face of sincere sacrifice that the seed that would not budge no matter what I did was slightly purified and showed vitality.] While

looking for flowers in the human world for Master Deon, I came across a bee hive by chance and found out about it.

A life-threatening attack by bees to drive away wasps. In the face of a sacrifice that seemed no different from suicide, the seed I always carried in my arms responded.

Of course, this was not something that was confirmed at first discovery, but experiments were carried out with bees from the human world, people were killed by humans and other demons out of fear that someone’s life might be sacrificed, and people were caught and threatened to kill anyone to see if suicide was a condition, and various experiments were conducted. That was the conclusion I reached in the end.

[So, unless you are truly willing to sacrifice, give it back to me right away. Rather than wasting time needlessly, it would be better to find another number.]

[Sigh.]

Even part of the root has already been placed in the seed. Since it is said that you only react to a sincere sacrificial spirit, you can carry it around without absorbing it and then absorb it with the readiness to sacrifice when necessary.

Even so, putting a seed the size of an adult man’s fist in a small pot will press on the roots, making it uncomfortable and burdensome, but that is not a reason to give up protecting Deonhardt.

The monster let out a confident cry. Hien’s expression became subtle.

[That’s a good answer, but… I don’t understand.]

[Which?]

[I don’t think there’s any reason for you to care for Deon that much.]

Just like that plant from last time, it was created based on plants from the human world. Perhaps because of this, it has a different texture from the guardian plants of the Demon World.

It seems like they’re protecting the target… but I think it’s more like they do it out of instinct rather than through training. While normal guard plants are trained to suppress their instincts and protect their targets, these guys are trained to use their instincts appropriately.

Other than that, I didn’t teach anything in particular, but still, it’s like this.

[Tsk…Tsk.]

[I don’t want to pry, so it’s okay. It’s not simple communication, and it won’t take a long time to hear and interpret the explanation. More than that, the soil is bulging there now… How can that not happen?]

[Ugh…]

This is the best…

The strange plant adjusted its rhythm as if it had been waiting for the topic to change obediently. After that, things went smoothly.

Deon Hart expressed his doubts about the bulging soil and attempted to dig up the roots of something that was not absorbed over time…

After somehow protecting the seeds without being seen, the monster plant that had absorbed the seeds now realized.

This is not about me absorbing the seed, but about being absorbed by the seed in return for borrowing power from the seed.

“Yuck…!”

Still, I don’t regret it.

Rather, I praise myself for being good at sticking with him tenaciously even though I knew he hated me. Thanks to you, I was able to protect it.

A human being who is subject to both the world’s expectations and hatred.