To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 820

episode 820 beila the deceiver (4)

when the allied forces escaped out of the plain with only the bare minimum supplies.

shortly after they fled, the bombing of the black room began.

kwaaaang-!

coo-!

in the ensuing binge drinking, everyone looked back with the knight commanders.

then, a fire soared in the place where they were just a moment ago.

rocks from the mountains hit the barracks and flames erupted, burning up supplies.

by the time the flames died down, knights and soldiers rushed in and began to search everywhere.

the allies who watched the scene from beyond the forest were dazed.

what would have happened if i had stayed there?

perhaps he was stoned to death or turned into a lump of charcoal.

if it were not for him, he would have received the swords of the knights who succeeded him and ceased to be a person of this world.

it was only belatedly that i realized that the reason why they asked me to leave the tent and supplies was to buy time to escape.

the captains of each country looked at ray.

“how did you know?”

it was a magical bombardment that would have killed most of the allies even if it was 30 minutes late.

i was even more surprised because there was no element to notice in advance.

of course, ray received a secret letter from forty-five and expected it.

however, explaining it directly would make things complicated, so i decided to gloss over it.

“i didn’t know. i just had a hunch and avoided it.”

‘i was lucky.’ i muttered, but the captains shook their heads as if it was nonsense.

if this was really simply predicted by intuition, his intuition was already at the level of foreseeing the future.

as the captains continued to stick around and ask questions, ray avoided his seat.

* * *

inside the temporary barracks.

zeke threw a burdensome gaze on his knees.

“i was impressed by the master’s deep wisdom.”

“okay.”

“as a subordinate, i did not recognize it and dared to make fun of it. anything is good, so please punish me.”

if i don’t punish it, something big will happen.

somehow i feel that way.

ray pretended to think deeply before opening his mouth heavily.

“zeke, your sin is great.”

“i am familiar with it.”

his head bowed even deeper.

“since the situation is the situation, it must be punished.”

“yes. i will gladly accept any punishment.”

literally, if you say you’re going to die, you’re going to die.

said ray.

“no punishment is your punishment.”

“....”

seeing as if he had heard it wrong, zeke inadvertently raised his gaze.

was this a bit too much?

as i glanced at zeke, he soon became more and more shocked as if he had realized something.

he said in a whirlwind of emotions.

“even wishing for punishment is ultimately my desire... you are saying that your lord will notice that and will instead punish me for wanting punishment by not punishing me....” zeke must have been a madman

.

the maniacal gaze became more and more frightening.

it seemed that saying any more would only have the opposite effect, so ray silently affirmed.

“i just need to know.”

“you are indeed the lord. as a lowly person, i couldn’t understand that opinion.”

“get out and see.”

“excuse me.”

zeke, whose face was almost crying, left the barracks.

* * *

affiliated with baybon.

a woman was sitting on a rock that rose alone.

no, it would have to be a master of one major field.

deris stopped her.

“mother simon, the saints must all have a high opinion.”

“why don’t you fight when you have overwhelming power? if we join in, there won’t be anything we can’t drive out.”

at that, ray let out a sigh.

“don’t overestimate your strength. individual force may stir up a battlefield, but it cannot win a war.”

in this absolutely unfavorable situation, there is little to change even if you step out.

in addition, the limit of flying meteor is only two or three times.

unlike meteor magic, which is unique to the 9th circle, your fake meteor, which is made up of the magic of the lower circle, requires much more mana.

if you use the atmospheric mana that much, you will surely find yourself in a difficult situation.

then, it would be a good environment for the numerically superior heukbang to swarm, so it was a method that could not be used recklessly.

‘although i can’t help it in times of emergency.’

even the undead forces that had driven the kingdom were not to this extent.

i’m fed up with their way of pushing through humanitarian tactics.

moreover, it was not easy to deal with because each one of them was a soldier scattering demonic energy.

seeing that the goblins were struggling with only two or three soldiers, i could roughly guess what their level was.

richie sighed with an expressionless face.

“they think they can do anything just by holding a sword. if you are going to whine or talk, get out of here.”

“what!”

“impolite! how dare you insult me, the heir of count zellweyer!”

“superficiality. aren’t you so proud to step forward with a position that you didn’t even build on your own?”

“this guy!”

the moment zellweyer’s self-control tried to punch richie in the face.

a soldier hurriedly brought a telegram.

“the soldiers blocking the trade routes have moved!”

“how many are there?”

“this is 20,000 people!”

i knew it.

i guessed from the time the entire army moved.

he said that there was no way the black room could move while leaving the retreat route unattended.

that’s why i tried to run away as soon as possible, but it was too late and now i was completely surrounded.

“why am i so unlucky?”

ray got up from his seat.

now i can’t run away even if i want to run away.

if there was only hope, it was to quickly push back the iman soldiers who were stationed behind them and run away.

zeke guessed his intentions.

“return the troops. open trade routes.”

“i will join this knights too.”

“as before, let the goblins spearhead and the knights take both wings.”

“yes.”

they left the climbing platform and went out to find their own business.

lady simon, who couldn’t stand it, approached him.

“write us. are we of no help?”

“lady simon.”

“i don’t want to just run away anymore. i didn’t train to run away or escape. please let me fight with you.”

it was a polite tone, but because of the excitement, i felt a slight trembling at the end of my words.

ray looked at her and called zeke.

“please tell me.”

“give armor to the ascending moon group and let them fight.”

“lord.”

i couldn’t hear the back talk, but the look in my eyes was, ‘are you sure?’ it contained a question.

richie clicked his tongue.

“you are inviting death.”

“...i will.”

“prepare the same equipment as the goblins.”

“yes.”

after ignoring him, he threw a cold gaze at deungwoldan.

“follow me.”