125 – Beyond the Dream (3)

Collapsing Vatican headquarters and rising dust.

Dimona raised her head in the crucible of chaos. The surroundings were noisy. As if the eardrum had been damaged for an instant, all sounds were heard in a daze.

Something happened. Destruction and destruction. A sudden explosion.

The barely surviving paladins stood up around them.

“What the heck…What…What…”

“The light…Burst…But…”

In an instant, the thick dust was lifted. The wind that happened made everything clear.

“…Ha.”

The tallest building in the headquarters of the Holy See. It was half-destroyed, but there was someone in the place that hadn’t collapsed yet.

A gaze looking down naturally. He walked slowly The exoskeleton, out of human form, landed on the collapsed chair.

Tak.

He slowly turned around. He sat down in a chair and let out a breath mixed with sulfur as if to catch his breath.

Dimon I smelled a terrible smell even though she was far away.

Smells like even humans gave up for what they wanted.

Someone muttered. The tremors were contagious, and the fear slowly spread to all.

“Evil…Don’t…”

“My God…what the hell…”

“What is this…”

Dimona also felt. It was felt on her skin too.

The smell of wickedness. An existence that seems to have been created by the accumulation of human malice.

“…Finally.”

He murmured. The sound was loud enough for everyone to hear. The magic naturally engraved in every word swallowed up even the holy power and took its place.

An antinomic being. Mana and holy power are incompatible. Two beings that intersect are bound to confront each other…

What…

What got mixed up and how?

Dimona staggered to her feet. She wiped the blood from her forehead.

That could no longer be called a human. It’s just like everyone said.

Devil.

…It is itself.

“You are freed from all restraints.”

A being who could no longer be called a priest spoke. He raised his hand and looked at his stigmata.

The stigma engraved on the back of the hand is slowly being colored by magic. Under the clenched fist, it is engraved in a completely different form from the first one.

The inverted stigma of Ra. Dwayne, mingled with demons, shook his shoulders. He casually stretched out his hand to the side as if he were experimenting with his body.

Quaaa!!!!

With a simple gesture, the entire building was blown away. The frame of the building that was obstructing the view was completely twisted and shattered.

Debris swept across the battlefield. Hundreds of casualties occurred simultaneously.

Dimo I involuntarily trembled her hand.

“What, what…”

It’s completely different from before. A different level of power. An area that you can never have as an individual.

What the hell…What happened?

Where did that sudden power come from…?

The hymn flowed from deep underground. Contrary to the holy atmosphere, the battlefield was filled with silence just before an explosion.

Dimona gripped her sword tightly. He pressed her trembling hand hard.

It’s okay. Can do. Even if it changes, there is no example of the source itself changing anyway.

Hymns. Okay. That’s the problem I keep hearing. All the changes started when that singing voice resounded.

If that thing is cut off somehow, the winning spirit will return to normal…!

“Dimona.”

Sitting on the broken chair, Dwayne raised his hand.

Don’t be in a hurry. I’ll keep you alive until it’s ‘complete’.”

An outstretched hand gripped the air. Dimona looked at the space that had been shaken for a moment.

Move.

Reality crosses the line and is greatly altered as if recreated.

“What…?!”

Dimo I moved the pitch of her prop. Rapidly, her stones and gravel melted away, replaced by solid iron.

A strange feeling like walking in a dream. Everything she believed to be reality collapses. The colors melted on their own, and black swallowed everything.

The frame of the building is twisted. A wall enters the place I thought was next to it, and even gravity is mixed, and what was above becomes below in an instant.

Boom! Bang! Bang!

Buildings that began to rise arbitrarily continued in a complex way. They connected each other like a labyrinth, changing the entire battlefield except for the building where Dwayne was sitting.

A realm that recreates the land in empty space. Dwayne, who used his strength, seemed to be tired, and buried his body deeply in the properly erected iron throne.

Demona had glowing red eyes. And even that was eventually covered by the wall and became invisible.

“I will play with you until the work is done. It’s because the connection isn’t complete yet.”

“Dwayne!”

“I even fooled myself just for this day. Hiding her disposition, and adorning her speech with high-pitched words, she prostrated herself.”

Dwayne’s murmur resonated throughout the combed area, now like a giant cube.

“That is over now. As of today, I am complete, and the Church will believe in a new God under me. Fantasy will become reality, and a new star will be born in the sky above.”

Tak.

An elite paladin sat down in front of Dimona and took off her helmet. With only four of them left, their bodies were twisted individually.

The skin peels off as if shedding skin. As if following the owner, the exoskeleton covers the outside and creates a new species.

“Your Highness…Only Your Highness…”

“Will it become a new sun…”

“I will follow him… And stand by his side…”

“I will offer my sword… I will burn the flame of sacrifice…”

A thick smell of sulfur fills the battlefield. The whole body of the fanatic who followed him was covered with green flames.

“I am.”

Everyone heard the whispers. The one mumbled word was very simple, unlike someone who had been crouching for decades.

However, the ripple effect was extraordinary.

”Today is the sun.”

The spreading fear engulfed everyone. Beneath the black ceiling that even covered the sky, human flames shook as if they were about to go out.

The difference in overwhelming power. A living hell with nowhere to escape.

The helplessness of having to stand up to a god-like being.

“Ah… Ah…”

The priests howled. Trembling with fear, he extinguished the torch.

“Oh my God…four…”

The Paladins trembled. The dropped sword made a rough sound as it fell to the floor.

“What is this…!”

“Wasn’t it a simple internal division…?”

“What kind of fight are we getting into…?”

Ashwal Haltz’s soldiers fell back. He struggled to get out, even though his back touched the structure.

Everything was getting messed up. In the meantime, the fanatics continued to fight. It destroyed the army of Maya, and soon surpassed it, showing off its strengthened power.

The moment of despair.

Dimona caught her breath. Instead of dropping her sword, she chose to hold onto it.

“They are so different…Really…!”

Dimona growled. She forced her languid body upright and straightened her sword.

I’m afraid. It’s even weirder if you’re not afraid. Reality turned upside down before her eyes, fantasy became reality.

Power enough to build a new world. You are far ahead of yourself. It’s so far away that you can’t even see your back.

But…

So what?

It is not a matter of can or cannot. It’s just what you have to do.

Put your shaking leg forward. Take one step forward.

She was born as a paladin, and decided to die as a paladin. Didn’t she make a promise from the day she became the Heresy Judge?

“…My body is the glory of Ra.”

Whispers flow. Dimona raised her head.

Now.

The only time to prove it is now.

In a place where everyone has collapsed, time to burn yourself with your own flame…!

“I will become firewood and light the world…”

In front of her eyes is the heresy that has stained Ra’s stigma. It is no longer a simple power struggle within the church.

As a human being.

As a paladin, he only fights against demons that pose a threat to humans.

“With fireworks…”

He remembered. I remembered the man who had plunged himself into Paramer’s nightmare.

Whisper your name. I picture it quietly in my head.

At first, it was just a simple thank you. I was just glad that she was alive.

However, the emotions that came after that were not very positive.

Why couldn’t I build more strength?

Why couldn’t I be of help when I really needed it?

Should I only look at his back every time this situation comes up?

Just…

Am I supposed to be content with just standing behind his back?

“With fireworks…!”

I deny myself. Bring out the holy power that has reached its limit to the end.

Cry out. As if whispering to myself, I step more strongly.

No!

I’m not here to do that!

I am Dimona, the Heretic Inquisitor! An existence that will lead the 5th Inquisition and save people!

Think of what the master entrusted to me! Think of the time when you’re going through the infinite darkness!

For what…!

What will you wield your sword for?

“With fireworks…!”

Shivering. A trembling that started from the chest swallowed up Dimona. Beyond the structure, I stare at the place where the now invisible great evil used to be.

The raised holy power envelops the body in flames. The exhaled breath is hot. The heated time flows down once.

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Not enough. Everything is lacking, my body trembles as if it will collapse at any moment.

But I have no intention of giving up. There is only oneself

In a place where there is nothing, the only person to lead people is yourself.

“I will return… to the flame…!”

A longing for Zahard.

Hatred against oneself.

The two mixed together and destroyed something inside Dimona. It made hope to rise above despair.

The holy power reacted strongly to the human’s hopes. The hotly heated stigma struggled to break free from human limitations.

What is faith?

The fate of being born a genius in the first place. If there was anything lacking, it was that it was not an apostle’s vessel.

But it goes beyond that. In order to replenish the lack of holy power, the stigma desperately fights. Even though the unbreakable resolution has reached its limit, the spirit to stand up mutates the body.

It was only possible because he was a genius.

Things that are possible because you don’t give up.

Innate talent blooms. The chrysalis, which had been shrinking all the time, is cracked.

The Heretic Judge, who hoped to become a symbol himself, speaks out. He spoke in a clear yet steady voice, like a whisper.

“With fireworks…!”

Everyone’s eyes were on him as the spark of hope went on. The onlookers stared blankly at her back.

Dimona took a step forward.

The priest squeezed his voice.

“With fireworks…”

Dimona took a step forward.

The paladin picked up his sword.

“With fireworks…”

Dimona took a step forward.

Those who don’t believe in God gritted their teeth when they saw that noble gait. I clumsily recited their prayers together.

“With fireworks…”

Believe is mixed. One may be small, but when gathered, beliefs that become a huge flame gather.

Forward. Further forward.

Muttered little words are mixed into one. Looking at the same place, walking in the same place…

Follows one person’s back as if possessed.

‘He who leads.’

And…

‘Followers.’

“My God…”

Arpina opened her eyes wide. Shaking her hands, she muttered involuntarily.

“The Voice of the Church…!”

Determination and faith lay her back. As followers move forward together, the “Voice of the church” Is gaining strength to rise again.

Bringing on the faith of others and escaping one’s own limits of ability.

An authority that can only be exercised by a cardinal called the voice of the church!

But how? How many years is it possible to learn…?! What you can do without learning…

“What the heck…What are you doing…?”

Arpina watched her back. Insufficient bowl. Since he is not an apostle, there is a limit to the vessel that can contain holy power by nature.

But now it’s different. Fill the contents of the limited container with someone else’s. Collect small voices to complete a bowl that never runs out.

Sacred power is gathered. Holy power escapes from the paladin’s body. The prayer that flowed through the priest’s voice enveloped Dimona’s body.

One is small.

But many are different.

Like faith, like a god worshiped by someone… Holy power flows into her body.

The Inquisitor advances. Come face-to-face with four demon followers.

A faintly engraved overhead ring. The tails of his eyes burn with fire, and the tips of his hair turn red.

Partial deification.

The lost holy power is refilled through the voice of the church. Due to the influence of the ‘followers’, it gains infinite holy power that lasts for a moment but does not cut off.

She murmurs. She swallowed her breath, thought of what to say, then drew her sword.

A locked voice whispered. The sound was low, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Ra will watch over me.”

Maya stands next to her. Raising a spear of bone, she commands her legions.

The First Inquisitor raised his sword. Revealing his lack of strength, he immortalized his death.

The Archbishop sighed. In his hand, he spread the Holy Law with all his might.

“… In vain.”

The corrupted elite paladin’s mouth opened. Dwayne’s voice came out of his mouth.

“It is a futile struggle. Dimona.”

“Don’t talk bullsh*t.”

Dimona raised her hand.

“I know. How things I thought were impossible were solved. He came and I changed. Rather than being complacent, I started dreaming.”

Put one finger out.

“Nothing is impossible in this world. Depending on how much you risk your life, the story will change. Dwayne. Your story ends there.”

“That is bullsh*t.”

“We have to wait and see which one is ‘bullsh*t’. I have only one thing to say.”

Dimona snorted her snort.

“Cut your dick. You’re a dirty devil Get ready to burn. You dirty firewood that won’t be used even if you give it to me for firewood!”