"So, which personality of the Holy Gun are you again?"
When that evil aura-filled demonic gun died, they were left with the last phantom doppelganger, whose eyes slowly animated.
Eleazar pressed the head of the dragoness at his side that kept coming up to him while pouring potions and coldly looking at the disheveled acolyte.
"Ugh... I'm the real Garn."
"You? It doesn't look like it at all."
"Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, if you say it doesn't look like it..."
Gahn pulled out his rolled cigarettes with a disinterested look on his face.
Eleazar narrowed his eyes, probably understanding a bit about the holy guns and the two doppelgangers.
A very unexpected transcendental ability, splitting one's negative personality and fusing it with a phantom doppelganger, so that the doppelganger with a special consciousness can not only use the body's transcendental ability but at the same time have two lives in reserve if something unfortunate happens to the main body.
And the aftermath is probably the ones they just encountered.
These negative personalities act solely on their preferences and don't think about any consequences at all.
Eleazar, who had finished the potion, tossed the bottle to the dragons to continue licking the top, and then stepped forward to confiscate his equipment, intending to return it when the real Holy Lance returned.
Gahn, who is now a swinging personality, lifts his hands hands with a look of disinterest.
"Doesn't matter, take it if you want, I'm tired anyway."
"And two guns, I don't even understand why they're trying so hard."
Eleazar removed the other man's ponderous fanny pack and the two superb firearms that felt thick in his hands.
Then they went back to where they had come out of the other dimension and searched carefully.
"After most alien spaces are destroyed, depending on the size of the entrance, the area of the space, and the degree of destruction, some space fragments will be left behind, and these rare materials are not only the casting materials for all space-based spells but can be obtained as precious space crystals after alchemical synthesis..."
Eleazar soon found those fingernail-sized gray crystals in a bush.
It was as if the destruction was too violent, or maybe the place itself wasn't that big, and the alien space that had been blown up by the blackened Garn with a single destructive shot ended up leaving only three pieces of space debris in the real world.
"Well, this will be of great use to Nana."
Picking the material up and putting it away, he looked back at the two men behind him.
Realizing that no one had noticed him, Eleazar quickly opened the belt pouch of the Holy Gun.
The first thing that came into view was two rows of bright and shining holy crystals, ten in total!
Three tubes of potions of divine attributes, compartmentalized by rows of magical ammo of varying colors.
Lastly, there are the greenish-colored feathers gathered in a pile.
Eleazar's face was calm as he took all of the sacred crystals, even snapping off the one mounted on the silver firearm.
"Well, this one's used. When did he fire it?"
"A green bird's feather that contains a transcendent characteristic is a blessing?"
[Blessed Feather of the Harpy: 12]
[Sacred Energy Crystal: 10.4]
[Space debris: 3]
...
Sorting out his harvest, Eleazar quickly leads the two out of this area of the forest.
It was a miserable area, charred and blackened by the dragon's breath ravages, perhaps the size of two playgrounds, and hopefully, it wouldn't affect the ecology of the place too much.
Finding a place where no one would disturb him, Eleazar then began to heal his injuries.
Having eaten hard the destructive shot that blew up all of the alien space, and at the same time the cursed armor had been shattered, his burden was far from being as easy as it seemed right now.
This was a problem that he had tested long ago with the Holy Maiden, the cursed armor simply couldn't be eliminated on a physical level, even if it was purified by the holy light to the point that there weren't even any dregs left, it would still be completely reborn by devouring transcendental activity from its host.
The fact that he had managed to hold out until now was entirely due to the Titan's body resisting the backlash of the cursed armor.
After drinking all of the nourishing potions, healing potions, and recovery potions that were left behind from before, in one gulp, he finally relieved his body, which was like an empty shell, a little.
Silently enduring the eruption of toxicity, Eleazar set up the crucible again, ready to continue refining the potion.
Garn, who was in swing mode, sat in the cavern and fumed, simply oblivious to the state of everything around him, trying to get the dragons to go out and keep a lookout, but she was simply unwilling to leave the crucible in front of her, which was bubbling with a tantalizing aroma.
Eleazar let out a helpless sigh at once.
"Ugh, it's so hard..."
"Yeah, life is so blistering, why do you think we always have to fight so hard?"
Garn nodded as he sat up with great approval.
"A bear is roaming around back there, maybe we're occupying someone's den, why don't you go drive it away?"
"I'm too lazy to move until it gets here!"
When he finished, he went limp again.
Eleazar withdrew his gaze with a grimace, then grabbed another handful of the dragon's claw that was trying to poke his hand into the pot to fish for herbs.
The cavern went quiet again, leaving only the gurgling sound of the potion boiling, and the expectant pupils of the crimson eyes beside them.
Eleazar silently summarizes the mission.
It's just a common cursed person with a magical, otherworldly prison, and how it was put there is probably only known to the first Cygnus.
Monsters that weren't very powerful in the first place might be as insurmountable as gods to the average person, but they weren't nearly as tricky for them to deal with as their crazy teammates.
Mastery of the transcendent powers of fate, blessing, and curse, while that other dimension also possesses transcendent properties such as cages.
But in the end, only the Blessing trait was resolved, and everything else was all but buried in the spatial turbulence, including that mysterious Cage trait.
He suspected that there might also be a cursed object about captivity buried in that place.
Silently lamenting the place that had been spoiled by the blackened Holy Lance, Eleazar suddenly cupped the crucible and drank the potion all in one gulp to the sorrowful look of the dragoness beside him, whose pupils were wide open and mouth slightly agape, and who had no time to stop it.
The dark red dragon's tail slapped the ground with a 'thump', scaring the brown bear outside that had a home to go back to, so much so that he turned around and ran away.
Pendulum Gahn turned his head lazily to look around before changing to a more comfortable position and continuing to lie down.
After drinking the potion and casually tossing the crucible to the dragons next to him to wash the pot, Eleazar closes his eyes again and grabs a moment to meditate and recover.
If he couldn't get the cursed armor repaired before tomorrow's Holy Light Prayer, he was going to be in for a lot of pain.
...
Little by little, the charred black skin fell off, and a faint black mist emanated from the pores, slowly solidifying a black horny film on the surface of the body, which soon became metallic again, and finally formed a pair of armor strewn with black patterns.
He was finally back to his full strength.
Standing up in the darkness of the beast's cave, Eleazar glanced around.
The cavern was silent, Garn, whose body had not moved at all, lay huffing and puffing in the corner, while Luna was nowhere to be seen.
"Ugh, where have you been again..."