The Saint Class Reincarnator
CHAPTER 92: DISASTER

War had broken out in the Dwarf race Tenstheon Industrial City. The demonic monsters ravaged the entire city and destroyed what they saw. The city was enveloped by flames and completely endless smoke extinguished.

Those who choose to fight raise the sword they forge in order to defend their country.

“Pull your swords! Face them with all your abilities!”

The black sky did not make the spirit of the Dwarf race decrease. Under the command of Elder Orlos all of the Dwarven troops he led numbered less than 200 men. In addition there were some Elders who helped on the battlefield using blast cannons.

“Hahaha, it's time for this kid to act.”

Holding the end of the giant cannonball trigger he was carrying, Elder Mouris put on a face of mad smoldering spirit. The child he called was a cannon that he had deliberately created along with the model of the vehicle he was using back then. Full of all his might from the pull of his right hand, the cannonball was launched with a fierce exploding sound.

The air shrieked and the wind split and as the small bomb touched the ground where the monsters gathered, amidst it rained the corpses of monsters filled the sky.

KA-BOOM!

“Good work Mouris, keep going!”

“Hahaha this is great!”

Feeling satisfied with the huge explosion he created everyone gaped at the sudden attack from Elder Mouris. Elder Vergo praised him and felt if this party had a chance of winning.

Seeing that huge explosion attack was other than Elder Vergo and Elder Mouris who were happy with the change of terrain. There were Elder Orlos, Elder Gruazi, and Elder Helgam putting on a wry look.

Elder Orlos whose ribbon was broken screamed.

“M-Mourist... Yours!!! Old bastard! What are you doing, huh!”

“Eh? Of course, destroying monsters. Why?”

“Why? You told. You almost destroyed half the city with your tools it's a bastard!”

“Yes, we can fix it again later. As long as we win, it doesn't matter if it crumbles a little.” Respond indifferently to Elder Mouris by taking this lightly.

Elder Orlos who was already not strong with the tone of Elder Mouris's voice that casually instantly drew his sword with emotion and brandished at him.

“Destroyed slightly? All right, come here and I'll destroy you and your silly tools!”

“O-Orlos relax.”

Under the anger of Elder Orlos was Elder Gruazi who helped to calm them down. Elder Helgam shook his head with a sigh and stared at the battlefield.

It was true that the city could be destroyed with Elder Mouris' cannon attacks but because of that too many monsters instantly disappeared just like that with a huge impact. Fortunately the distance of the cannon blast was not too large and propagated, so the rear of the troops did not engage the attack.

The ground was shaking and it felt like the closer it got, the stronger the vibration was but did not know the cause.

Elder Orlos realized that strong feeling and immediately turned his neck in the other direction.

“It..”.

Then an explosion of smoke came out from the direction of the large gate that was in front of it. Elder Orlos tried to sharpen his eyes and there he could instantly see clearly and yelled pale.

“Princess!?”

July who was trying to fight out of the mouth of a giant snake so that he was not greedy as if there was difficulty. The Elders with their instincts without lingering immediately rushed towards the direction July was in.

[Kugh! This snake.].

Inside a protective shell similar to a translucent green cocoon, July was slightly overwhelmed by the tight grip of the mouth of this predatory animal. If he was caught off guard then he would go straight into the esophagus of this snake.

[Haa—!]

Fortunately, he was outside his territory. If only he had faced off against this snake while he was still in Astaroth's dominion realm then he didn't know when he could survive. Gently July moved her fingers into the air and the roots of the large-bodied shoulder blades tightly bound the body of the Gorgon snake until she screamed.

- Kiiiik!

The oval cocoon in which July is spewed out by him.

There the cocoon fell by bouncing lightly like a football.

The sounds of commotion sounded from within the city. The sound of incisions, the noise of sword blades, and the sound of monster screams. Just then the Elders also arrived quickly and were in front of the main gate.

“Princess!” Shouted Elder Orlos who was already panicking at the events of July was inside the mouth of the giant snake. But he felt a little calm again because seeing July was okay. After that Elder Orlos asked.

“Princess what happened? Why are you outside?”

[As you can see, this monster is dragging me out of there.]

“What?”

That instant also the entire Elder instantly turned deathly pale and appeared extremely desperate. Especially Elder Gruazi who spoke with a trembling voice.

“L-then, how about those kids?”

July gritted her teeth tightly.

[They are inside with Astaroth.]

Hearing July's reply, the Elders could no longer imagine. The children were inside that huge gate along with the monstrous monsters that once made them so desperate that they could no longer even think that hope existed.

Elder Gruazi with great panic could no longer think clearly and was about to rush forward. However, it was fortunate at that moment that Elder Helgam gripped his arm.

“Are you crazy?”

“But, kids... They will..”

“Let Gruazi rest, let's think of a way together. For now let's focus here first. After that we'll break inside and save them.”

That makes sense. But, if it was Elder Helgam who said that it felt a little...

But with the results of Elder Helgam's efforts, Elder Gruazi had noticed it. Getting inside the gate also did not solve everything. If the entire Elder even July entered then who was protecting the City and its inhabitants? Elder Gruazi frowned.

Thinking again that his encounter with the little Saint was indeed short-lived and did not yield any memories.

However, as a result of his efforts in convincing the Elders with his cold and brash attitude. Elder Gruazi felt that if the chance to get out of this gap between races existed, he was unwilling to lose it.

To him now, seeing that little Saint instead made him feel like he had a grandson.

“Good. We think of it.”

Whatever it is, whatever it is, for now he can only pray the best so that the ones inside the gate at least there is a miracle that makes them able to survive until the one here ends.

Then beside the Elders, July who squeezed his fist revealed an annoyance.

[Free. I tell you even though we defeated this creature and defended the city. It's impossible for us to save the one in there.]

“What do you mean princess?”

The sight of July staring at Elder was clearly very sad.

[The gate authority no longer allows anyone to go inside.]

It turned out that it was impossible and made the Elders' expressions break and their hopes of saving the children had dissipated in an instant.

“B-how could that happen princess?! Isn't this a dungeon break and again the gate has been fully opened to bring out the monster earlier!”

July nodded in understanding what Elder Gruazi meant. In fact, it was not as he had imagined. All this time never once did July or the Dwarf race encounter such a phenomenon. Where dungeon break can not be entered or constrained from the inside. It was never found in hundreds of years ago or now.

So the conclusion that July could come to after studying all the turmoil that had happened so abnormally before, she had a strong speculation.

[This is not Astaroth's authority. There were others who could make it take out a gate or portal very easily.]

“What is possible?”

“Is ‘monster’ the culprit?”

July shook her head. [If it's ‘dia’ then making a small disaster is very easy. But why didn't he just send the others here and why did it have to be Astaroth? Obviously it wasn't him. It seemed like there was another intervention siding with the Demon race.]

During the alliance war that occurred hundreds of years ago this never happened. The outside interference? It is almost impossible for them to imagine who the perpetrator is. The fact that is now being talked about is none other than the Devil race itself.

The event where a gate or dungeon break can be manifested simply without waiting or synthesizing distortion of space is obviously impossible.

Unlike simple teleportation or summoning portals.

It is a mysterious element in which no one knows who all these irregularities are and how spatial mastery rights can be this big to penetrate the powerful and hidden dimension of July.

[To now inevitably focus on the present. You can go back to the city and protect the others, I'll confront this creature.]

The wild roots that bound the Gorgon snake began to loose and he grew increasingly in revolt with his screams.

Desperation here is pointless and takes a lot of time. All Elders are aware that if they are pessimistic and waiting for answers will be useless. All the Elders took out the Dimension Pouch from their pockets and took out something.

“We will help you finish the one here princess.”

“While the inside is almost finished, here should also be finished.”

“... Whatever it is we have to endure.”

“Also it looks like this creature is a little dangerous.”

“What do you mean, Orlos. This little worm was nothing more than a lizard that spouted poison fire from its mouth back then.”

The Elders, something they took from the Dimensional Pouch was none other than their war equipment. Now they were all wearing ancient war clothes that they had long hidden.

Legendary level, mystical level, even the ancient level that was said no one could make it anymore other than the owner himself. Those weapons are what make the Dwarves known as the strongest armed military forces of all races.

“Disaster Class? It seems, Demon Lords also like to joke.”

Elder Orlos brandished his sword forward, a sword different from the one he had once thrown towards the Saint to destroy one of his protectors.

The sword he was holding right now was believed to have once broken one of the commander heads of the Demon race.

“Stlagernouth, time to wake up.”

The tip of his sword gave off a golden glint of its heyday. An extremely powerful sword that could never rust or break. Natural is made of the mineral of hope and is forged wholeheartedly.

Stlagernouth, gave off a sharp voice even with a gentle swing from the simple movements of Elder Orlos' hand.