The Academy’s Health Teacher Wants to Take a Break

Episode 119. Have you ever seen a clergy punch?

Smells of blood spreading everywhere.

They must know very well what kind of emotion is in my eyes shining through them.

Because we’ve been talking and facing each other all along.

Because it would have been impossible to completely hide the anger I was feeling right now from the conversation so far.

“… Even a child is the daughter of a slayer.”

Nevertheless, he speaks calmly.

Extremely confident, even with half of my subordinates stretched out.

“Don’t you think that applying guilt-by-association at the genetic level is too savage?”

“Even so, it is only one person. If it’s for a cause…….”

-Koo Goong!!

A stomp loaded with mana.

The wave spreading from it spreads to the floor of the alleyway, and frighteningly, the bodies of those standing on it start to fly upward rapidly.

-Pupperpung!!

The stones thrown at the right moment repelled their bodies one by one.

I kicked the bodies of those who were collapsing like that and took a leap, preparing to swing my fist at the chief who was glaring at them.

“The cause will freeze to death.”

Breaking a mocking laugh at him.

“What kind of country are those guys who can’t even save a child in front of them save?”

-Quaang!

The fist that was swung with all its might slams the body and slams the body onto the roof.

It seems that the guard didn’t work properly, but what about it?

It would be ridiculous to do something like hand-to-hand against those who make the choice to push the children back to limb with their own stubbornness.

“I’ll give you some respect, though.”

But they’ll think they’re right.

“Because you guys still have a will and justice, and you must have risked a lot. I will fully understand with my broad generosity that all your efforts have not yielded results yet, so you are making such a fuss.”

If his will to sacrifice his life is strong, then I will need to respect him accordingly and face him as an equal.

“So from now on, let’s keep one thing in mind.”

-Chijik.

The embers burning the end of the cigarette that was newly bit into the mouth.

As soon as I took a sip of the smoke, my mind opened up clearly, and then it was directed to the bugs that fluttered in front of me.

“What’s going to happen from now on, at least a slaughter battle where you kill each other.”

Go back to the orthodox guy who is now trembling so dangerously that even fighting is difficult.

“………Before the slaughter?”

At that moment, the man staggered and gave an answer.

As expected, the shock is not light, but the voice is shaking…….

What is it? What is this feeling?

“An abomination, a sound…”

Even though his jaw is twisted, his voice is powerful.

As if he didn’t feel any hesitation even in that state.

-Duduk, duduk.

The sound of twisting bones followed.

I wanted to straighten my jawbone with my hand, but it wasn’t just my jaw that made the sound of friction.

As well as the limbs twisted from the previous impact.

“Go, sorops…” …. Even if she is the daughter of the imperial sword, she has the upper hand with only a few successful attacks, so confident…… !!”

-Dududuk!

The joints are aligned one by one along with the hard-fought words.

With the body straightened with him, the bloodshot eyes soon turned to me.

“We are truly unprepared for this city… …. Do you think you came?”

The moment when the skin that was thought to have been hidden by the burn peels off, and even the inner flesh and muscles are clearly visible.

However, it was not difficult to observe its condition with the naked eye, even in the dark where only the moonlight shined.

“…What is that?”

I can’t feel the vitality under the peeling skin.

Like a corpse……. Yes, the figure I see now is almost like a corpse.

Not only the dilated pupils, but also the skin that gradually turns pale.

Even the blood that had flowed from his body before had gradually hardened, and the smell of blood that had spread from it was gradually being covered with a rotten smell.

“We, do not die.”

There is not one thing that has changed to such a state.

The shadows gradually settling around the top of the roof I am standing on.

But they are not new reinforcements.

The ones I knocked down earlier came up here with their broken bodies.

“We are the ones who inherit the will of the old beings, whom you despise as outdated.”

“We, who inherited that will, will not be broken no matter what adversity or hardship.”

“The power he bestowed upon us will keep us moving until the moment we fulfill his purpose…….”

In a body like a corpse, a voice that was even indistinct, as if the respiratory tract had hardened.

Although it rapidly changed like a corpse, it was safe to say that the moving figure itself stood on the border between life and death.

“… Seriously, I wondered what kind of bully he came into this city with.”

A phenomenon seen for the first time after coming to this world.

The reason that the sight didn’t seem unfamiliar was because I had seen them in a game before coming to this world.

“I would never have thought that it would not be just human garbage, but that it would degenerate into recycled garbage. The rebels have gone too far.”

Necromancer.

A crystal of twisted divine power created by mad faith.

The technology derived from it was handled by a group of cultists who worshiped the god of the Great Old One in the setting of the game.

It is none other than the remnants and their successors who served the ‘Old Emperor’ who opened the beginning of the war that lasted half a century.

***

A game I played.

In World Wars, there were rebel forces against each country.

In the Empire alone, not only the ‘Astora Revolutionary Corps’ facing me, but also a number of rebel forces exist.

Each one is small in size compared to the country as a whole, but they had to be prepared for the annihilation of their forces without empty words if they attacked from time to time in a coalition.

If you fail to deal with such people and the flow of the game gradually moves toward the fall of the empire, there is one force that appears in the game without exception.

‘Elder Fanatics.’

Cultists who worship the emperor of the old era as a god.

Their purpose was only to collapse the current imperial regime, and countless undead were swarming in front of them as if to express the despair of the times.

An army of living but not living dead.

Since there were countless corpses to be resurrected during the war, they used to come as the most dangerous to the empire or its allies in the latter half of the game.

“However, when the war is over, the revolution is killing cultists.”

Anyway, there may not be a lot of dislike, but the war that has been going on for a long time is over.

As for the current regime, favorable evaluations will occupy the majority, so it can be said that it was predicted that the position of the rebels would be difficult.

“Still, it was an acceptable atmosphere until just now, but since my brain is rotting, it is painful to watch it even more.”

“Dogs, sounds…… !!”

Until now, he was the chief who calmly tried to persuade me, but after he became half-corpse, his voice grew louder.

There is no choice but to do so.

The technique they used now called ‘corpse-ification’ is applied to the body of the living, not the body of the dead.

It’s a technique that turns half of the body into a corpse, but maintains tenacious vitality with the recovery power using divine power.

“This power is to prove that the revolution we are trying to do is not from a foolish mind… …. Something like four years will disparage it, it’s not good!!”

Since it is in a corpse state, most of the body’s senses are paralyzed and it becomes insensitive to pain, but several symptoms arise to complain of cramps, such as the heart not beating or the lungs becoming stiff.

Instinctively feeling a great sense of danger to life.

As a result, the survival instinct is strengthened, and not only does it struggle without covering its body, but more than that, its emotions are heightened and it develops a strong tendency to attack.

“Everybody, rush…… !!”

And mana is energy that responds to will.

Emotional tone means that attacks using mana become more bloody.

“Kill that b*tch quickly!!”

In the middle of the night, a fierce shouting sound resounded.

The bodies of those who rushed along with him became afterimages, and they began to swing their bloodily forged weapons at me.

If the former were sharp blades, now they are saw blades that rotate wildly.

Certainly, the power has increased, but as the reason is half gone, the movement has become monotonous. It’s not difficult to deal with.

– Whiririk!

A large number of small fish pass by just by bending over.

Those who sensed the movement tried to move the target directly below, but at that moment, the bandage that had come loose on my hand was spreading in the air, preparing to touch their body.

Bandages that move freely with mana.

-Charleureuk!!

It is woven between them like a spider’s web, and their movement towards me is reversed into a restraining force.

Small puppies who frown and contort their expressions.

I showed them the straps of bandages connected to them in front of them, and prepared to put strength into their hands.

“Why do infiltrators scream so loudly? If everyone in the neighborhood wakes up, you guys will be in trouble.”

“This, damn b*tch!!”

-Quaang!!!

The masses of bodies that were swung and flew away slammed the bodies of those approaching from the other side, scattering them away.

A kid who gets in the gap and throws memorization.

After grabbing the handle of the Bido thrown by him, I cut the shoulder of the guy approaching from the side.

“What!?”

“You shouldn’t be surprised like this.”

My specialty is throwing, not catching.

-Faang!!

The moment the Bido thrown along with the swing of the shoulder pierces the thrower’s shoulder.

It is said that pain is bearable because it is a corpse, but being insensitive to pain does not mean that one is strong.

The Bido that was already stuck in his shoulder threw him off balance, and the bandage tied to the end was preparing to pull his body.

-f*ck!

A punch to the face of the guy who was dragged right in front of me.

The moment the guys jumped up on the roof and approached with their swords drawn, the spinning body pushed them away.

The palm aimed at the head and swung a knife.

With the shoes on, the feet touched the secret machine that was aiming for the waist.

– Whiririk!

The worms whose limbs are splintered by punches and joints while rotating with him.

It’s the same that the guys who rushed after that also collapsed helplessly.

No matter how much the overall specs have improved, there were too many of these guys on the front line.

-Quaang!!!

At least one person is worth watching.

The moment the boss’s fist approached from among the scattered guys hit the body.

I couldn’t overlook the shock, so I stepped back and looked down at my arms.

A strike so accurate that even an attempt to deflect it in the blink of an eye is negligible. It is a precision that cannot be thought of as a return ground that has lost half of its reason.

“…… It seems that you don’t play the boss with your form.”

“That is what I am going to say.”

The boss looks even uglier than before.

He raised his fist, crumpled from the previous collision, and began grinding his teeth.

“As expected, the daughter of the imperial sword… …. It sounds like you have a skill to brag about.”

A body whose heart stopped and even its lungs hardened.

The body is easily broken like a can of millet because the muscles do not function properly, but even that is quickly restored by the regenerative power of the divine power.

At the same time, there was something that could be called willpower in those bloodshot eyes.

A willingness to truly beat me.

“But even so, after all, humans… …. There must be limits to physical strength and willpower. Even death will not be able to overturn the power of the transcended dead…… !!”

Even if the body is broken, if the will exists, they will rise again and again.

The ghosts of the past who run amok with the energy to destroy everything the living have built.

For those who have inherited that will, lost reason will be regarded as the best drug to erase resentment.

“Everyone, run again… …. I will offer the head of that foolish b*tch to the great one!!”

So no matter how strong your opponent is, you won’t give in.

Such confident shouts rang out, but only silence came and went over the roofs of the city.

“… Uh, what.”

“I’m sorry, but those guys can’t get up anymore.”

A puzzled boss.

As I lit a new cigarette in front of him, I glanced back at the small strays strewn about where I had passed.

Those who can’t even show the momentum to raise their corpses back up.

“Keep, ugh… ….”

“Oh, it hurts… …. Uh, why…… ?”

“Cool!”

No, I can’t say it’s a corpse now.

The appeal that comes out of the mouth while collapsing proves that.

A moan filled with pain that could never be spit out in a state where the senses were dulled.

“What, how the hell…… ?”

“Historically, zombies have been beaten with shotguns and crosses.”

To the curious idiot, I immediately raised my hand to show him why.

Hand blades sharpened to a light brighter than the moonlight.

“Why, is this the first time you’ve seen a priest punch?”

Divine power.

This power created through lofty faith was the best magic potion to counter the unjust power born from displaced madness.