My Abyss Survival Diary

Chapter 47 The Land Where Angels Are Buried

"Alright, I'm willing to help you," he finally said. "But with my limited authority, I don't have the right to mobilize the Impure World Healers and Sisters of the Holy Hammer. Those people only obey Azimriv and Captain Elena. I can only represent myself."

Simon turned around and looked at Elphis.

Elphis leaned against the tree trunk, his iron mask facing Andrei, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, as if he were waiting for something.

"Of course you can mobilize them," Simon said, pointing a finger at Elphis. "Isn't arresting the Empire's highest-ranking wanted criminal the best excuse?"

"Simon is right." Elphis laughed, actually agreeing with Simon's idea of ​​using himself as bait. "Father Andrei, you can tell them that you have discovered the trail of the Empire's wanted criminal—Elphis—and that you need manpower to capture him. When they arrive at the battlefield, the monster will also descend."

Andrei stared at him, and after a few seconds, he nodded.

"Where should we choose the ambush location?"

"The crash site of the Imperial airship," Simon began. "A large transport airship crashed there years ago, and there are still quite a few steel plates left in the wreckage, which can restrict the movement of the Hungry Angels."

Andrei was silent for a few seconds, seemingly recalling the location of that area, before nodding again.

"I will take people there tomorrow, so you'd better lure the hungry angels beforehand."

He turned around and walked towards the woods to the east without looking back.

"Simon," he warned in a deep voice, "beware of Elphis. This man brings no hope, only disaster."

The footsteps faded into the distance, disappearing into the mist.

"Let's go back..." Simon breathed a sigh of relief.

"You have a really good way of speaking," Brienne in the birdcage praised.

"It's just that I've met someone I can persuade with my eloquence."

Fortunately, he was facing Andrei, who could be moved by his words of "doctrine" and "salvation." If it were that old priest, he wouldn't have listened to him at all; he would have just stretched out his mechanical arm and crushed their heads.

Two new guests arrived at the camp. Brock squatted in front of Mr. Bell, an open canvas bag spread out on his lap.

He took something out of the bag and held it up to Mr. Bell. It was a strangely shaped gun, without a stock, with a short, thick barrel, and a disc-shaped magazine mounted on the side of the gun. The magazine contained a circular saw blade that reflected the light in the firelight.

"A saw blade launcher." Brock introduced a treasured item like an arms dealer. "You load a polished circular saw blade into the magazine, pull the trigger once, and it fires one blade at a time. The range isn't far, but it can shave off a monster's head within twenty meters."

Mr. Bell took the gun, weighed it in his hand, squinted one eye, looked through the simple sight on the barrel, and then returned the gun.

"Reloading is too slow."

"So you have to pick the right time." Brock put the saw blade launcher back into the canvas bag.

Piqué crouched in a corner away from the crowd, leaning against a large tree. His pigeon coop was at his feet, the door closed, and the strange birds inside huddled together, occasionally making strange cooing noises.

Simon walked around the campfire and came up to Mr. Bell, who just then looked up, revealing his scarred face.

"You knew about their plan all along?" Simon asked.

Mr. Bell stuck the harpoon in his hand into the mud at his feet and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Seeing Elphis's equipment, I know they're cave raiders. As for the plan, to be honest, I'm not interested. I just want to hunt that monster."

Very much in Mr. Bell's style.

Simon looked at him but didn't ask any further questions.

Klein walked over from the tent, his blond hair disheveled, his face still bearing bruises from Theodore's battle. Badal followed behind, his shotgun planted on the ground, his bald head reflecting the firelight.

The two men stood in front of Simon. Klein's eyes were fixed on Simon, and something was churning in his pale blue pupils.

"You didn't tell us anything about the cave raiders," Klein said, sounding somewhat annoyed.

It sounds like Mr. Bell has already told them quite a bit.

"I'll tell you first next time." Simon patted him on the shoulder. "Now you all know about the Cave Thieves. Now we're going to kill the Hungry Angel."

Klein gave a wry smile, "Ever since we met, our lives have become more and more insane."

Simon leaned close to Klein and Badar and whispered, "The Cave Thieves' weapon can slice off half of the Hungry Angel's body. Whoever gets that piece of flesh that serves as evidence will be in a position to negotiate with the Cave Thieves or the Empire. We can use that piece of flesh as leverage to force them to send us away."

The Hungry Angel has devoured countless monsters, and its flesh of sin has evolved to the point where it can heal half of its body. If the Empire obtains its flesh of sin, the research on the Extinction Bomb will advance further. If the Cave Thieves obtain its flesh of sin, their research on the "panacea" will also be much more efficient.

That piece of meat is very important to both sides. Leaving the abyss is no longer a pipe dream, as long as they can seize that piece of meat.

"What did you say? Do you want to join? Or...?"

This is not an easy question to answer. Killing the Hungry Angel is more than ten thousand times harder than chasing Theodore. If they are not careful, they will lose their lives!

But the gains were also enormous. Who among them hadn't dreamed of leaving this damned place? Returning to the ground, returning to their familiar homeland, was a fantasy they all longed for day and night.

Finally, Klein made up his mind, and Badal nodded in agreement.

"I'm in!"

Elphis emerged from the fog and stood at the edge of the camp, his gaze sweeping over everyone inside from behind his iron mask.

"Pack your things, we need to get to the ambush location before dark."

The afternoon sun peeked through the gaps in the tree canopy, the soil beneath their feet grew harder, and more pebbles appeared. The group formed a line and marched westward.

Elphes walked at the front, leisurely smoking a cigarette and casually waving his climbing axe to cut vines and branches to clear a path ahead.

Simon followed behind him, carrying a harpoon and a loaded crossbow. Brienne stayed quietly in the birdcage, while Franny hopped around Simon, her braids swinging behind her, and two pistols tucked into holsters at her waist with the grips facing outwards.

Mr. Bell walked in the middle of the procession, holding a bow and arrow, his bear-head hat appearing and disappearing in the mist.

Brock and Pick walked behind Bell, one carrying a canvas bag and the other a birdcage.

Klein and Badal brought up the rear, keeping a watchful eye on their backs as they moved forward.

Pushing aside the dense bushes, a vast expanse of ruins made of scrap metal came into view...

That forgotten pile of wreckage, where the empire lies forgotten, is about to bury an angel.