Weed Reincarnation ~ Carefully Raised in the Elf Village ~

Chapter 98-: Opening war, stalling, or counteroffensive

(TL By GUST)

Countless flaming arrows running through the air rain down on the undead like a torrent, setting them on fire with the force of firewood.

"Perhaps it's turned into wax."

"Is that so?"

That's probably the reason why the undead burst into flames with unexpected intensity.

Anyway, due to the magician squad's attack, there are no undead that can reach the city wall so far. One of the reasons is that the magician corps is not afraid of running out of magic power, and is releasing magic one after another.

Of course, we also distribute mana recovery medicine to them, so there is no need to worry about the remaining amount of mana for a while.

Additionally, the closer the undead get, the more intense the arrows and magical storms fired from the city walls. Due to the presence of the stone pillar forest, the momentum of the enemy's advance has weakened, and at first glance, the situation has turned into a stalemate.

But.

I knew that this situation would not last long.

The number of people here is overwhelmingly small, so the consumption is intense. It was difficult to keep resisting the momentum of the enemy for a long time.

On top of that, behind the undead was a gigantic lizard--the undead of the holy beast basilisk.

And that is my biggest concern. If the stone forest were easily destroyed by the basilisk's giant body, all the enemy forces would rush in at once, and the defenses on the city walls would be quickly captured.

"――Belsol!"

So, further, strengthen the stone pillar forest.

To a certain extent, under the stone pillar forest――at the stage when the undead had gathered in the hole created as a result of making the pillars, I spoke to Belsol on the ground via telepathy.

"Are you ready! ?"

“Leave it to me, Lord.”

Belsol, who was on the ground below, smiled gracefully and sent a reply via telepathy.

she is not alone

Surrounding Belsol, who was dressed in a dress and exuding the dignity of a queen, there were four girls who were similarly dressed in dresses and had glossy green hair.

They look like Belsol and wear similar clothes, but they also look like young girls.

Through repeated hunting around the sacred mountain Frizus, they also evolved.

Her race is "Dryad Rose Princess of Tree Spirit Thorns."

The same lineage as Belsol, but slightly different evolution is probably due to the amount of titles acquired and [divinity value] collected. After all, the "first three," No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3, were often treated by the village residents as if they were representatives of the guardians, and the amount of [divinity value] they gained was different from the others. Hence, Gram, Belsol, and Embra seem to have evolved in a special way.

That being said, it's not like the girls who became the ``Torn Princesses of Tree Spirits'' are greatly inferior in ability.

Like Belsol, the ability to bind and absorb the thorns of the body, the ability to spread the scent of sleep, etc. were equally manifested.

"Karin, Anzu, Sakura, Ichigo, it's your first debut, so we're going to be flashy, okay?"

""Yes, onee-sama""

Belsol looked back at the girls behind him.

The girls with cute names nodded with soft smiles instead of being nervous.

By the way, their names were decided by Sephi, as usual.

My nomination was rejected. I was sad.

Barami, Baraseyo, Barae, Baraka...

"Come on, cover it with thorns!"

Along with Belsol's command, the girls' dresses and their skirts wriggle.

From a complete humanoid form, only the lower half of the body was transformed into thorns.

--Overflowing.

Their lower bodies became a large amount of thorns, overflowing from the hem and crawling on the ground toward the front and flowing quietly.

The green carpet that flowed like waves on the ground entered the bottom of the stone pillar forest.

"--devour it!"

""Yes! Onee-sama!!""

A large amount of undead had accumulated at the bottom of the hole.

The thorns coil around them, trap them, pierce their spines—and absorb them.

I don't know if the undead golems have 【Vitality】. [Magic] must be there. However, it's not just the energy listed in their stats that they absorb. Just as all things return to the earth without exception, plants use their bodies as nutrients for the earth and grow large.

The bodies of the undead wither.

It lost its magical power and stopped moving, dried up, cracked, and shattered.

And the numerous thorns are thick, long and large, and even increase in number and grow.

Green thorns erupt like an overflowing geyser.

It crawls on the surface of the stone pillars lined up, or moves from stone pillar to stone pillar, filling the space between them.

It is a reproduction of the wall of thorns that once surrounded the elven village.

A huge wall of thorns will appear on the east side of Bifrost, with the stone pillars as pillars. In this case, even a basilisk that boasts an outrageously large body wouldn't be able to break through easily.

But this is not the only role of the wall of thorns.

"Come on... I'll make a beautiful flower bloom."

Belsol transforms his lower body into thorns, stretches out into the wall of thorns, and "associates" with those of his sisters.

It's different from the skill 'Assimilation and Erosion' that I have, but Bersol and the others also have the same type of skill 'Assimilation'. It is a skill that assimilates with plants of a lineage similar to itself and manipulates them.

Bersol, who has assimilated with the sisters, uses the magical power that the sisters have gathered to make roses with crimson petals bloom here and there.

The rose flower has a rich scent and scatters magical power with special effects around it.

Skill――"Destructive Bino Thorn"

It is a composite skill that integrates multiple abilities to make roses bloom using the enemy as food.

However, the scent was not something that simply lulled me to sleep. If it was the subject of the skill, its name would have been written as "Sleeping Reno Thorn".

It's not.

Precisely because I knew the essence of Belsol's ability, because I knew that the majority of the enemies were undead, I entrusted her with dealing with numerous undead.

[Destruction]――as the name of the skill was engraved, it was a thorn that invited all things to destruction, and the ability to sleep was only a part of the manifestation of power. It is said that those who are still alive lose consciousness in the process of dying and fall into a deep, deep sleep.

The undead are immortal but not immortal.

Even though the golem is lifeless, it is not indestructible.

All living things and non-living things alike will come to an end.

The scent of poison, which invites existence to its doom, was released quietly, like a heavy, dense gas, into the army that surged through the Stone Forest.

It is both a scent and a magical power, and the presence or absence of breathing has nothing to do with its effect.

Resistance to harmful magic is what matters.

However, the large number of undead that make up the army of the religious country were originally commoners living in Vanaheim, and had no resistance to powerful magic. If they are dead, it's all the more so.

――Like sleep.

The undead, wrapped in the scent of poison, collapsed one after another.

All of a sudden, without any injuries.

In the far future, strong signs of turmoil were conveyed from those who made up the main force of the Religious Army.

Of course. The undead were incapacitated by something unknown. It will also upset you.

"Good--"

With that sight under my eyes, I nodded with a slight sense of relief.

So far it's going as planned.

Even though they are generally on the defensive, they seem to have a slight edge at the moment.

In order not to lose this advantage, we will move on to further action.

Just protecting it is boring.

Just a little bit, to try to counterattack.

"EMBRA"

“Already, Lord.”

When I sent my voice to Embra via telepathy, there was an immediate reply.

Before I knew it, Embra was on top of a stone pillar forest.

A gentle-looking Embra dressed in white vestments with a sacred atmosphere. However, a total of four people with a similar atmosphere were also stationed on the stone pillars here and there.

Go-kun number 3.

Those who were ivy-shaped plant golems, just like Embra in the past.

“Then, shall we increase this number?”

Gazing at the undead that fell from the top of the stone pillar forest, Embra smiled bitterly.