35. Survival is Winning
“Since it’s our first time meeting each other, let’s introduce ourselves.
As for me… I am in charge of the missionary of the Devil’s Church.
I am in charge of an important mission to convey the gospel of the great demons to you. Sisters, what kind of mission do you stand here with?”
A very unpleasant person… No, it’s Mine.
Your behavior and tone are polite, but your voice, like scratching a blackboard, frowns.
Like regular fanatics, they are wearing black robes, but the large horns on their masks gave them a different sense of intimidation than regular fanatics.
“What is that…?”
“The devil’s preacher of the devil’s church… They’re scammers who trick innocent peasants into converting to the devil’s church.”
At the first appearance of the devil preacher, River pulled out his sword.
I don’t know what kind of person he is, but he seems to have instinctively realized that he is a dangerous person.
“A swindler. He just opened my eyes. I’ve never taken my brothers and sisters by force. Everyone just took refuge in the Devil Church because they wanted to.”
-Tang-bang-bang!!
Demon evangelism love that preaches the gospel of the great devil cannot be communicated.
Instead of answering, he fired a silver bullet with the pistol in his right hand, but it still didn’t seem to hit the missionary.
“Hmm..? That’s you. I heard there’s a disturber who’s been bothering us lately…. Did you guys make this precious altar like this? That’s sad.”
“It’s not what we did…”
“To make excuses while wearing something like that… The person next to you seems to still have room for conversion, but you don’t.”
Under the mask of the devil evangelist, a snake-like gaze scans River.
It was unpleasant that he was looking at River like that.
“Can’t we attack Amy now?”
“Not yet. Let’s wait a little bit.”
River wanted to slice up the demon preacher at once, but he had to endure it.
The devil’s evangelist is the core combatants of the devil’s church, who have the power to protect themselves enough to recruit followers throughout the empire.
I’m not ignoring her reaver, but her demon evangelist is dangerous for her as she doesn’t know how to deal with demons.
“Ah, Brothers and Sisters Ivan, Freah, James, and Charlie… Your martyrdom will be remembered by me… The Great Devils.
Please go to hell comfortably….
I will carry on your will.”
The Demon Preacher’s shoulders bulged out, then two more of her pitch-black arms.
“Then, let’s put an end to the intruders and welcome the new sister.”
“Who would follow someone like you!!”
It seems that he chose battle over evangelism.
The river aimed her sword at the demon preacher.
-You don’t even need to hear more. Let’s use ‘it’.
I’ve already dealt with the demon evangelist several times.
Conversation with the devil evangelist, who preaches the gospel of the great devil and increases fanatics, is not possible.
What I’ve let go of so far is that I’ve been watching him because he could have been talking and disappearing by himself.
I didn’t prepare it for use against missionaries, but fortunately, I now have a weapon that is very effective against demons.
She took out a pistol in her left hand that hadn’t been fired yet.
I have been taught that the silver bullets have been consumed continuously and that the gun has no special effect.
The gun he is holding in his left hand is no different from the gun he has fired in his right hand.
The other thing is two bullets loaded inside.
Unlike the gun in the right hand, where you just had to pull the trigger, this time you had to put magic into the gun before pulling the trigger.
That’s the trigger that wakes up this special bullet.
“Unseal, St. Mackinto’s fire.”
As magic was injected, I began to feel fragments of terrifying power inside the pistol.
I pulled the trigger before the demon evangelist even noticed it.
-Bang!!
As soon as I pulled the trigger, a dry sound echoed like the pistol on the right.
But what was fired was not a silver bullet.
What was loaded was the holy breath of the red dragon ‘Saint Mackinto’, who was admiring the word of God and rose to the ranks of an adult despite being a high-ranking dragon.
The holy flame sealed in the bullet was released and swallowed the demon preacher.
-Roaring!!
The fire of St. Mackinto, which lasted for about 5 seconds, burned up the destroyed Foundation without leaving a trace.
“Wow??”
Liver, who was preparing to jump out at any time, is startled by the white flames that fill his field of vision.
The sacred dragon’s breath, which can damage even the great devil, has been reproduced.
In order to use it even once, you need to build a good relationship with the church, not just a lot of offerings.
As I started hunting demons, the hardest thing I did was to build a friendly relationship with the church.
The whole thing is that I’ve been trying for years to get this ‘St.
I received one shot a year, so I had a total of three shots, but I used one of the remaining two after the first one.
If I had been alone, I would have fought and won somehow, but now I have a river by my side.
I had no choice but to use it.
It was a pity to use McInto’s breath, which he only gets once a year, but let’s be content with the fact that he kept Reaver safe by his side.
“That’s right~”
“?!”
I can still hear the eerie voice in the misty smoke.
Saint Mackinto’s fire definitely engulfed the demon evangelist.
There’s no way you’ll be fine after getting hit by that, so how are you talking about it?
“I’d have no choice but to use both hands…No, one hand to bring something like that.”
The sly devil preacher was in a state where most of his body had been blown away.
The devil preacher, who has been reduced to ashes by divine flames from his left arm to his legs, seems strange to be alive, but he is alive with only his right leg and right arm without a backbone.
“Do you think I’ll let you go?!”
I pretend to be relaxed, but half of my body is gone.
Instead of the silver bullets that didn’t work, I picked up the mithril greatsword that was on my back.
If you strike the final blow now, it will be over.
“I don’t think you can afford to worry about things like me.”
Suddenly, a lot of demonic energy started pouring out.
“The altars are all broken, where are they coming from?!”
To summon a demon, you need an altar and a sacrifice.
They’re both smashed, so where the hell is the ritual going on?
“Amy on the ceiling… what is that?”
River pointed a hand at the ceiling.
It was easy to find where the altar was.
From the end of the high-looking ceiling, a black orb with pitch-black demons is slowly descending.
“I really enjoyed the structure of this dungeon.
Sealing the boss room and stealing control… What a great idea. You don’t even know what’s inside and you just keep it closed…
The pastor said so. They said that it would be very nice to present it to the master with that interesting seal.”
As we did in advance, there was no problem with the sealing of the boss room.
This ritual was devouring the boss room with its seal intact.
People’s lives didn’t matter that much.
What they were aiming for was the dungeon itself.
“Was this altar a bait?”
“No, this was also an important altar. This is under the boss room, and when the ceremony is held here, the altar on the ceiling… That is, the altar right under the boss room works as well.
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Ordinary believers cannot perform ceremonies by hanging from the ceiling.”
-Only hairs lined up… !!!
I didn’t even know that the ceremony was going on because the altar was destroyed.
If the ceremony had been carried out properly, there would have been a foreboding phenomenon, but this advent is so sudden.
The Demon Preacher laughed as River and I looked flustered.
“My master likes to talk with the lambs.
If you like it, master… You might accept the gospel and join us.”
The black orb descends slowly.
“Then I’ll stop…”
The demon evangelist just said that and disappeared.
The black sphere was slowly falling toward us.
[Are you the fearless bugs that called me?]
The orb, which was made of dense demonic energy, was scattered, and someone appeared from within.
The sight of it falling from the pitch-black ceiling evoked fear as if an unknown nightmare had awakened from a black egg.
On the outside, the Great Demon that descended looked just like a huge old man.
Deep wrinkles on the face, a hunched posture, a protruding belly, and a beard reaching to the tips of the toes.
If it weren’t for the wavy horns sprouting from his head and the long, pointed fangs sprouting from his mouth, he’d just look like an old man with a bad temper.
But he is clearly the ultimate evil.
Wearing in thick demonic energy and exuding terrifying dignity and power, it appeared as if it had descended from hell.
His presence shook the cave with endless terror.
My hands are shaking.
Looking like an old man with lazy eyes, he gave people a fundamental fear.
Seeing the humans trembling in front of him, he opened his mouth for the first time.
[I am Belphegor.. Every great evil that rules the swamps of hell.]
It was a low voice like a large rock rolling.
The great devil Belphegor spoke with a voice like that of an old man.
Belphegor’s voice resonates like an echo throughout the cave, and it feels like the terrible low voice is pressing on the chest.