Regressor Instruction Manual-Chapter 1171. Army of the Forsaken Saint (2)

Han Sora was one of the underrated members in the Blue Guild. In addition to the fact that she was working on the business and administrative side of the guild, she was also a black mage.

Unfortunately, the fact that she was a black mage meant that she couldn't actively step up to lend a hand.

In fact, there were only a handful of times when her abilities were shown to the public. Even then, she was working as Jung Ha-Yan’s backup, so it wasn't an exaggeration to say that her abilities as a black mage were never shown to the world.

The black mage had little to do with Light Ki-Young’s branding. Even if the world knew that Han Sora was a black mage, it wasn't like she could use necromancy in front of everyone.

Basically, her skills and abilities that could ruin the Blue Guild’s image were sealed, and she was recruited as Jung Ha-Yan’s babysitter rather than a combatant, so there was no reason for her to go out to the front lines.

But since we were in this kind of situation...

‘She’s quickly proving to be quite reliable.’

While the battlefield’s unique circumstances played a part, the sight of the Blood Golem rising up was truly a sight to behold.

The sight of the small army moving forward while trampling and pushing aside the forsaken ones was enough to make people cheer.

Of course, the golems’ form wasn’t all that great, but in a chaotic situation like this, being the meat shields was more than enough.

— Rooooooooooar!

Their numbers were growing. There were dozens, hundreds—no, thousands of them.

The sight was impossible with Han Sora’s current level of skill, so I instantly understood what was happening. It wasn’t Han Sora backing up Jung Ha-Yan this time. It was the other way around.

‘Damn it.’

Even if that was the case...

‘She had grown pretty strong in such a short period of time.’

I thought she wouldn’t work as a black mage in Rohen, but she had to have thought that it would be advantageous for her goal if she walked on the same path here. Perhaps the promise we made was the reason she changed her mind.

‘But the promise she made with me might’ve been nothing, Sora. If I’m the fake Ki-Young... none of that will matter.’

I promised her that I would help her spread her wings when we returned to the continent, but if I were fake, then it was a promise that was bound to be broken.

The contract I had made with Jupiter’s side could be fraudulent, so if I weren't the real Ki-Young, my promise with her would end up falling apart.

If he had a shred of conscience, he would probably be considerate, but unfortunately, the real Lee Ki-Young was a scum who would go back on his words whenever he wanted to do so.

‘But if I’m actually the real one, then... I’ll make sure to keep my promise.’

Han Sora’s influence on the battlefield was so great that I couldn’t help but think that way. Of course, the fact that players from Arhendel had come to support us was a huge help, but the sight of the golems having a small war with the forsaken ones was impressive enough to boost the morale of the troops.

“Arhendel! They’re from Arhendel!”

“Open the path!”

“It’s a golem!”

The Blood Golems that looked like giant slimes manifested all over the battlefield.

I could see them taking form while absorbing Jung Ha-Yan’s mana. A weapon appeared in their hands at some point, and they started swinging it.

Slam!

The forsaken ones were sent flying.

‘Not bad.’

It was also impressive to see them maintaining formation.

‘This is a full-on battle of monsters.’

The forsaken ones controlled by Sun Hee-Young and the golems controlled by Han Sora were fighting each other, creating a sight straight out of an end-of-the-world legend. Both were the studious type, so they were following the Blue Guild’s tactical handbook.

The difference was that one side used strength while the other had the advantage in numbers.

Compared to Han Sora, who had invested a lot in each of her summons, Sun Hee-Young's investment was low. Since she was fighting the war with numbers, sacrificing dozens just to take down one golem was enough.

The Blood Golems’ attacks were losing momentum.

It wasn't much, but they were sticking closer together.

Perhaps it was just me, but they reminded me of Park Deok-Gu and Yoo Ah-Young. They stood in a line and pushed the forsaken ones back to create space for the rearguards. The golems’ attacks struck dozens of the forsaken ones and blasted them away, but the forsaken ones stood up once more before relentlessly charging at the golems, forcing them to go down one by one.

Booooooooooom!

“Screeeeeech!”

Crack!

“What are these Blood Golems...”

“Reinforcements from Arhendel have arrived.”

“It’s like they’re opening a path for us...”

“Ha... haha... what... in the world...”

“I can’t... believe what I’m seeing.”

They were obviously talking about the Flower and Fertility Familia who had destroyed the balance of power. When the Blood Golems opened up a path as if telling us to move forward, we started moving again because it’d be strange not to do that.

Of course, the situation at the walls had changed as well. They had to have realized that it was meaningless to keep climbing the walls because the troops had rushed out of the walls.

The players from Arhendel didn’t seem that powerful, but the number of reinforcements was enough to hold up the shields for the exhausted troops.

‘I feel like Sora picked this time on purpose.’

“For Rohen!”

“For Rohen!”

“Fight!”

“Charge! Chaaarge!”

‘The atmosphere changed.’

I was sure Sun Hee-Young knew that better than anyone.

The longer the battle dragged on, the more the battle would tilt in her enemy’s favor, but a competent commander wouldn’t react sensitively to such changes.

The forsaken ones continued falling, and the troops, whose spirits were lifted, aggressively pushed the enemies back as if this were their only chance to do so.

I heard explosions and screams along with loud cheers.

“Move it!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Move it! A little more!”

“A little more!”

I extended my hand out while wearing the wreath of light, and brilliant swirls of light danced around like flower petals. Instinctively, I knew very well this was the time to unleash the light.

A single beam of light pervaded the dark battlefield, and for the allied soldiers looking forward, it probably looked like a guiding beacon. I was sure they thought the light was telling them that they could win and that the light would eventually win.

“O light!”

“For the Goddess of Flower and Fertility!”

The mentally and physically exhausted troops saw a lone light illuminating the path ahead of them. Some of the drama queens were probably crying right now.

[You pests! You’re nothing but insignificant pests, so how dare you!]

‘Hee-Young, y-you’re acting too much like a villain.’

[Yes, struggle all you want. I’ll crush that hope of yours!]

‘Y-You’re too immersed in your role.’

I immediately realized that I was up high enough to see Sun Hee-Young’s face.

‘Why is she so...’

She was frowning; she was clearly upset, and she was feeling hesitant as well.

I was looking at her, and she was doing the same.

Despite the fact that she was clearly showing hostility toward the Flower and Fertility Familia, she seemed frustrated, and it was probably because the current situation felt somewhat familiar to her.

Fighting for Rohen alongside his comrades and sacrificing himself for justice and the light while being covered in blood and sweat were the hallmarks of Light Ki-Young.

She was looking for Light Ki-Young in Flower Ki-Young.

‘Keep looking.’

I put more dirt on my face, and tears rolled down my face. I panted hard as if I were out of breath, and I screamed while unleashing a radiant light.

“Hang in there everyone!”

“Okay!”

“A little more! Hang in there just a little more!”

'You remember the time we worked together, right?'

I was sure there was a time when the Blue Guild fought against evil and darkness. Obviously, Lee Ki-Young from back then wasn’t all that different from the current version, as I would always prioritize others before myself.

Moreover, I would always fight on the side of light.

“Miss Emilia, are you okay?” I asked.

“O light...”

I wasn’t afraid of getting hurt.

“Ugh... I’m okay,” Emilia answered.

I never gave up hope.

“Yaaaaaaaaah!”

Even though Kim Hyun-Sung had made it clear that I wasn’t the real one, I was still persistent and brave. I was living while carrying the light in my heart.

[What... the hell... are you?]

“Haa... haa...”

[What the hell are you?!]

‘What do you mean? I’m Lee Ki-Young.’

I was the Lee Ki-Young who had lost his memories.

[Don’t imitate him. You...]

'I’m not imitating him. This is my true nature.'

She was becoming mentally unstable, and her control over the forsaken one was weakening. The closer the Flower and Fertility got to her, the more transfixed she became on me.

As expected, the system hadn't granted Sun Hee-Young any close combat skills, but the forsaken ones crawled out once more from the swamp of pitch-black, holy power.

They were a lot stronger and more formidable than the previous ones, but the summoner’s focus was elsewhere, causing them to be less efficient.

The named beings were getting attacked by the Blood Golems and the Flower and Fertility Familia.

Sun Hee-Young looked at me with an astonished look, and it was obvious what she was thinking. I was sure she wanted to know why Han Sora and Jung Ha-Ya were helping me. She wasn't sure, but she probably figured out that the Blood Golems and the tiny, radiant sun weren't from Rohen.

There was also the fact that they were fighting according to the tactical handbook.

‘Kim Hyun-Sung can probably recognize the strange details.’

But that wasn’t the case for Sun Hee-Young...

It was basically gambling, but at least I could instill some doubt.

The doubt that the person in front of her was the real Lee Ki-Young...

I was sure that doubt would lead to another doubt. If I were the real Lee Ki-Young, then Kim Hyun-Sung, whom they had dragged to this place, would probably be the fake one.

It didn’t take long for her head to become filled with complicated thoughts.

[Do you... recognize me?]

'Anyway, Kim Hyun-Sung is fake. Forget logic. He’s the fake one. I don’t know if I’m the real one or not, but whether I’m real or fake, I’m better than Hyun-Sung when it comes to politics. Anyway, he’s the fake one.'

“...”

“You’re...”

The moment I clapped my eyes on Sun Hee-Young, I cried without realizing it.

It was the perfect moment to squeeze out some tears, and of course, I couldn't miss out on saying a memorable line.

“Ah... why... am I... crying...”

Perhaps it was because of the faint memories I had of her, but I couldn’t stop crying. Nothing could prove it better than these heartfelt tears. Based on my lore, the soul of the twenty-three-year-old Flower Ki-Young had just remembered the woman named Sun Hee-Young.

[Do you know... who I am?]

Anyway, Kim Hyun-Sung was the fake one.