134 – The End (3)

The deepest part of the Church, thought no one knew.

In the hidden space, pieces of flesh are scattered.

“Uh, how…”

The Archbishop stuttered. Dwayne’s followers widened their eyes at the shimmering god of Tarnhelm.

“Why is a shaman during the day…! Do you want to touch us!”

The bearer of Tarnhelm, holding the greatsword, reached out his hand without saying anything. Dismembered body. Several Paladins gritted their teeth and attacked, but they burned powerlessly like mayflies jumping into flames.

Strong. But something is not that strong. Seeing Tiella’s overwhelming power, Archbishop Farceline widened his eyes.

Compared to the power I saw before, it is somewhat inferior. Muwei is a bit crude, and I feel flaws somewhere.

But the problem wasn’t with its power. An invincible shield that deflects all spells.

Tarnhelm was powerful by itself. The archbishop’s attacks were scattered powerlessly, and all holy laws returned to nothing.

Relic.

The very existence itself is fraudulent.

The archbishop’s voice was trembling. The words that seemed to have barely realized pointed out the main point.

“Yes, yes two years! You are not Tiella!”

“Yes. That’s right.”

A voice flows out. It was also the first time that Archbishop Parselin had heard the voice coming from within Tarnhelm.

A calm yet intelligent voice. The words he uttered were frozen cold.

“Tiella-sama ordered it. This kind of help can be done for her close friend.”

“Did the daytime shaman break the taboo! If you deny Ra’s teachings head-on, why are there other rules…!”

“No taboos or rules were violated.”

The heavy heavy armor took a step forward.

“I am a candidate for a daytime shaman, so I am not yet a daytime shaman.”

“A pun…!”

“This is not something that those who still follow the archbishop who turned into a demon will say.”

The daytime shrine maiden candidate, Irene, swung a greatsword.

“I am just following orders.”

Tear apart. Flesh and copious amounts of blood. Burning the messed up priest’s clothes, Irene silently moved on.

It is murder. It’s different from Paramer.

The things that stain the armor are the blood of the living. But there was no hesitation in her stretching sword.

All enemies.

Everyone who listens to Dwayne is Zahard’s enemy.

Kill it. Kill. Chasing them to the end, they all slaughter them.

Contrary to the saying that he was just following orders, the greatsword he struck was full of emotion. The brightly burning flame of Ra swept everyone.

“…Cause and retribution.”

The massacre continued. Amidst the archbishop’s miserable screams, a cold sword cut his shoulder.

Let’s build strength. Let’s keep building.

…Everything.

To kill all who touch mine.

. . .

Pass.

Dwayne’s body, with a greatsword lodged in his chest, began to scatter into dust. The rest of his head murmured helplessly.

“Not yet…Not yet…Here…Can’t collapse…”

“Don’t be mean and go away.”

“Choices…Something…Remaining…One…Number…”

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Dwayne’s gaze moved. As if meeting someone’s eyes, fragments of the crumbling flesh were torn into long pieces.

“Far, Fabian-sama…!”

Cries desperately. I turned my head around at the name I had heard before.

Reality has returned in the fantasy that is being lifted. Magical power lifted and the original structures revealed.

Dwayne’s gaze was directed toward a spire.

The white and black priest’s uniform moved. As if watching the situation, his eyes met with the apostle Fabian, who was watching this place with interest.

Dwayne cried out, coughing up blood.

“God, save me… One more time… Help me one more time…! I… I somehow…!”

“You were good enough, why are you greedy?”

“We can do more, better…! Please please…!”

Awesome.

Before I could say more, I stepped on his head and popped it. It was a pitiful last for an archbishop who tried to swallow the church whole.

I leaned Surtur on my shoulder.

My body is holding up even after using Levatein. It means that the former has definitely grown.

But…

What is it? This kid.

I don’t think we can win easily.

I don’t think you’re an ordinary apostle?

“…Fabian.”

“The Mixed One. Zahard.”

Exchanging glances. Fabian shrugged his shoulders.

“Calm down. Because I have no intention of fighting. I already got everything I could get.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Well. Isn’t the scale too big to be seen as a joke? Well, if you ask me, you’re right. Because I made up for Dwayne’s lack of ability.”

Fabian raised his gaze. I looked down at the zealots and priests who were still fighting the messed up battlefield.

“Hmm. Delicious. I mean, it’s delicious too. Chaos is what contains all the pleasures of the world.”

“If you have abnormal s*xual desire, think about hiding it.”

Beatrice, who had been playing with fire with his hand, flinched. I hurriedly put out the fire.

“What, what?! What are you hiding?!”

“Not Beatrice.”

“That’s what you said to me! Things I can’t say when I see the president…!”

“Because it’s not!”

Fabian chuckled. He wiped away the flowing tears.

“Beatrice. A fire maiden Has it been hundreds of years since the Second Coming? She must have been inside Bryunark. It must have been a temporary embodiment of the body with unbelievable holy power. Amazing. Very good And the other side…”

Patching.

Fabian’s eyes broke. Fabian grinned as he casually wiped away her bloody tears.

“A woman I cannot recognize…Well, it must be like an incarnation. Although the class is different, the body is the same as that of the living. It’s not that threatening.”

“Don’t make fun of our naga.”

“Come on, Zahard…”

Hiding the tear-stained naga behind his back, Fabian raised his hands. She raised her body, which had been leaning against the wall all along.

“Anyway, I have no intention of fighting against you now. Am I still on your side?”

“My side sucks. Then why did you do this?”

“Dwayne is more capable than I thought. Raise people well Wasn’t the military force that was in the middle of the day too huge? I just put a spoon on it. I just strengthened it a little bit.”

Okay. He was a capable person.

It’s a problem, though, because that ability has gone in a direction that wasn’t in the original work.

A stigma flashed on Fabian’s hand.

“If the Sunsin Church gets too big, I’ll be in trouble.”

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The warning sound fills my eyes.

[The apostle of Ra, ‘Fabian’ bursts into laughter.]

[The apostle of Ra, ‘Fabian’, reveals its true form.]

[The Manager of Chaos, Fabian.]

[The list of Corruptors is updated.]

[List of Corruptors: ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ‘The Manager of Chaos, Fabian’, ‘The Devourer, Aris’]

Hwaruk.

The flame burned. The torch that had been burning in Fabian’s whole body lit up in a green light.

A spark of green light that covers the face. The tainted chaos itself that enveloped his body nodded at me.

“Zahad. As expected, it’s like an apostle chosen by Ra himself. I didn’t know that I would make it this far, but I never thought I’d even saved that ‘demon of love’.”

“To bounce?”

“I was caught. I’ve done my work, so let’s go. The headquarters of the Sun God Church are all broken, and now even the Empire will press on. Fatal wound. It’s obvious that even the church chapters will turn their backs on you.”

“Who sent it?”

“Well…It’s still early. Hmm. Not come More than anything, if I touch you now, I think you will hear something. This was all an arbitrary act on my part.”

Fabian shook his hand. In the burning green flame, he slowly began to disappear.

“I’m fed up with nagging, so I’ll go here. Zahard. See you later That’s when…”

Laughter mingled in the fading green flame.

“Because we will meet again as ‘competitors’.”

…Competitors?

What else is that…

Fabian has completely disappeared. I glanced down. Fanatics still fighting. They vomited and fought even though the chieftain had fallen.

“Ah! Glory be to His Highness, Cardinal Dwayne!”

“I will dedicate myself to creating a spark!”

“Death and Slaughter! Is that the only meaning for me!”

I loosened my shoulders. Fabian has gone through a lot of sh*t.

But that doesn’t mean the situation is all bad. It’s like I’ve cut out a rotten scar from where I’m going to be.

“Let’s see…”

I have more questions, but I can’t solve them right away anyway.

Did you say Fabian? You are sentenced to death I’ll go pick up the heads after I’ve collected all the relics that don’t exist and those that do.

First of all, after sorting out the situation.

“Now that the traffic control is over…”

I sent a signal to the mortal sinners.

“It’s time to free the prisoners!”

Beatrice looked at me with cold eyes.

“If you just listen to what you say, anyone can see you are the villain.”

“Now, don’t do that to Zahard…”

The naga sneakily clung to my back and buried its face in my neck.

“Whoop… Whoop… Good smell…”

Beatrice clicked her tongue.

“Are the gods like this? Even the original image of Ran, whom I love so much, might break a little if I do that…”

– No! Beatrice! I mean absolutely not!

“Well, no matter what…”

Beatrice shook her shoulders. The pyromaniac’s eyes burned with madness.

“Should I burn it down too?! Ahahahaha!”

. . .

Dwayne is dead. But the war continued.

The damage continued to increase. The fanatics resisted fiercely, and cut down the priests and paladins with all their might.

“aaa!”

“Dweee!!!”

“Please watch over me!!!”

Screams and moans echo. Dimona swung her sword with all her might in a situation that was a mess itself.

Part of the collapsing battlefield. But the enemies were also believers and paladins. The healing spell was hanging from the body that crawled out even after receiving a fatal wound.

“These cockroaches…!”

Where is Zahard?! Why aren’t you coming…!

Quaaa!!!

The sound of thunder rang out. The dismissal of the battlefield was swept away.

“It’s a splendid comeback. I wanted to sever ties with the damn church for the rest of my life, but…”

Cleaning dust. The gray beastman who appeared, gnashed his teeth. He picked up one of the randomly dropped swords.

“I can’t help it if I can get out of that damn prison.”

Thunderbolt.

A blue thunderbolt swept the battlefield in an instant. The restraints have already been broken since reaching this place.

Dimona widened her eyes at the overflowing magic power.

I know. That appearance. How can I have that power?

“Vulcan, leader of Lycos…!”

Why is the Heretic Inquisitor-class criminal here?!

The surprise didn’t end there. A corner of the battlefield collapsed under the enormous weight. Scales moved in the dust, and a lizard one head taller than the other priests loosened its shoulders.

Lizard. A race that was once devastated by a war between the church and the realm. They managed to push them away, but their combat power was evaluated as being terrifying.

Dimona flinched. The Lizard in front of me is a special being among them. A warrior who was captured by himself for the sake of his tribe.

“Daejeonsa Rock Kum?!”

Why was that released again?!

While I was trembling and watching, Rock Kum picked up a spear. He swung it around lightly and shrugged his shoulders.

“As expected, human spears are terrible. But it’s better than nothing.”

Strength and agility. Lizard, who was born as a strong man, defeated the fanatics.

“Don’t break it into pieces. They are soulless.”

Two mortal criminals have been set free. But rather, they are helping this side drive out the enemy.

Why?

Before he had time to answer the question, his singing voice resounded. A beautiful voice that makes your body tremble just by hearing it.

The snake’s tongue. The one who was born as a witch sang about being born. The swept fanatics stopped.

For allies, the power to bring out their limits.

Say curses close to curses to your enemies.

“…The place where he entrusted himself.”

Eve the missionary whispered softly on the roof of the building.

“It must be purified.”

They have lost their sense. After blind faith, all that remains is instinct.

The standard of believers was not high. Except for some Paladins, everyone was influenced by that voice.

The fanatics pick up their swords upside down. Put it right on the neck

Group suicide following the sweet sound.

Oops. Coo. Cock.

Dimona narrowed her eyes at the oppressed moan.

“What is this…!”

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In the meantime, none of our allies were harmed. Only those clad in green flames put their swords through their necks.

Why…

Why do sinners help us?

Quaaa!!!

A huge explosion that interrupted the flow of thoughts swept across the battlefield. A huge explosion mass fell in the middle of the enemy camp and danced beautifully.

A violent explosion that caused some of the guilty suits to burn. Dimona was frightened by the appearance of the person she had captured.

“Explosive maniac Tsubaki?!”

No.

That’s really bad.

It’s a crazy b*tch who literally explodes people and trembles with pleasure!

But something was strange. The explosion that erupted was intentionally avoiding allies. He focused only on clearing the battlefield, blowing up enemy formations, and extinguishing the green flames.

“Haaahhhhh…&”

Tsubaki, who was runaway with a nasal voice, began to salivate. For some reason, the rabbit doll he was holding repeated destruction and regeneration.

Dimona blinked her eyes. That stuffed rabbit…That piece of flesh… Like I’ve seen it somewhere…

“…Paramer’s Nightmare?”

Thoughts continue. It continues and continues and eventually arrives at one.

I didn’t even have to reach it. Because the deadly sinners told me.

“Keep your promise! Zahard!”

“I believe in my brother.”

“Ah! He is the only priest who can save everyone… No, he is the religious leader!”

“Zahad! Watch over me!”

Gag.

In the meantime, three letters in the name that do not fall out.

“No…”

Dimona pulled her hair out.

“What kind of bullsh*t is this!”