I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 64

64. People waiting for the end (5)

64. People waiting for the end (5)

Let’s get closer.

Bishop Andrew sent such a hand signal. The last person entered the brewery, and the brewery door was firmly shut. The brewery was located on a relatively open plain. The only place to hide nearby was a collapsed grain silo. The bishop leaned against the fallen wall and looked at the brewery.

profit.

It was the sound of the brewery’s back door opening. Someone with a book in hand was walking into the brewery. Perhaps an apocalypse worshiper and their preacher. And with a high probability, the ‘teacher’ the woman said. The back door closed slowly in time for him to enter, and the eyes of the people who were in Jung-gu were focused on the preacher as one.

“Thank you for gathering here today. Brothers and sisters.”

The preacher stood on the podium and looked around the brewery.

“There are more brothers than at the last meeting. This is a very desirable phenomenon. As I said, I am glad that you continue to spread the teachings to your family and friends.”

blank.

The preacher placed the book he had brought on the podium.

“Then, for those of you who are new to us, let’s start today from the beginning.”

Pararak. I heard the sound of books turning.

“The end is inevitable. You can’t stop it, you can’t deny it.”

The preacher’s face was not visible. Worshipers sat in rows on the floor of the distillery in pitch darkness without a single candle. Bishop Andrew narrowed his eyes, but even with his keen senses he could not see the preacher’s face. A thick shadow was cast over the preacher’s face, as if being protected by the darkness itself.

“We are born in darkness and return to darkness. That too is an end. There is an end to everything, and we need not fear him. Because everyone will be like that eventually. The end is never negative. It’s not scary. We need to open our hearts and accept the end. So that we can face the end at any time.”

The preacher’s voice was serious and persuasive. A feeling of intimidation that seemed to encompass the crowd. The preacher continued to speak in a toneless, natural voice.

“We call it natural order. And the end is coming upon us in what people call a catastrophe. Disaster is not to be feared. They are the apostles of the end times, and they are a destiny that we must open our hearts to accept.”

The preacher spread his hands wide open and held out his chest wide open. It wasn’t even great logic. However, the tone of voice, the acting-like movement, and the crowd psychology of the people who were concentrating were driving the preacher’s words into the minds of the residents.

“But how about it? Those who claim to be followers of the Outer Light are rejecting our destiny. Saying that things will get better if you pray. So, how do you think that prayer made things better? Did you even bring the dead back to life? If not, did you at least bring your lost land back to the surface?”

Then the preacher pretended and pointed at one of the residents. The designated resident shook his head.

“anything… There is not.”

“you’re right. In the end, all we got back was an eviction order and the news that Evernode had averted disaster. So, why did we have to be the only ones like this? Why did we have to be the only ones left behind, losing our land and losing our families?”

thud. The preacher slammed his hand down on the podium. There was something like joy in the voice that was getting higher and higher.

“Because we were chosen! It is because you have been chosen as an apostle to deny the false God of Light and the church and return the world to where it should be! To experience the apocalypse and to know the bare face of the world that has come to an apocalypse!”

Should I kill

Bishop Andre’s eyes flashed as he grasped the memorized words hidden under his cloak. If you want to kill it now, you could kill it. Those who sympathize with him in the front row will be able to kill them together. Or, there is a way to inflict enough pain to make them cry out for death rather than catching them. The preacher’s nonsense passed by the bishop’s ears.

“The world is so dizzy. Humans are dirty creatures. That is why we must let go of human filth. Anger, sadness, irritation! We have to give up everything that makes us filthy. And you have to open your heart and embrace the end.”

Variables of immediate action. Their strength is unknown. I couldn’t go out recklessly. It was unknown how many demon worshipers were hiding among them.

“We will be forever with the end. Those who escaped the apocalypse will eventually meet an even more terrible end. Our pain will disappear, and the world will know and experience our pain together.”

I heard the sound of turning the pages again.

“Now, let’s wait. Let’s wait and pray under the pentagram.”

people put their hands together The bishop murmured a prayer. It was in a form that could not be called human language. An evil spell rather than a prayer. Bishop Andre shook his head and brushed it off to get rid of the noise that seemed to be ripping through his brain.

“What should I do.”

Bishop Andrew shook his head after being questioned by the inquisitor. Fighting head-to-head at night is dangerous. Even if he can’t win, the darkness of Jicheon is too favorable for him to escape.

“We need to get a clue to their roots. You can’t blow up all this in a moment of anger. Organize the information collected today, and start a full-scale investigation with Isis tomorrow.”

People started to disperse. The sky slowly cleared and the moonlight fell. People left the brewery with a dreamy look on their faces. The preacher disappeared as if he had melted into the shadows before he knew it.

“Before the hostility to the Puritan Church grows stronger.”

You have to catch them and kill them.

I couldn’t sleep. I got up, creaking on the old church bed. Georg was sound asleep. I picked up the Holy Sword leaning next to the bed and stood up.

“[What happened?]”

“I just can’t sleep.”

I slid my holy sword and opened the bedroom door. Passing through the corridor and coming out to the groom, the air is stuffy. The door of the church was broken on one side. The wind came and went through the broken door. I felt that the wind here was not free even at dawn. The night was very dark with no moonlight.

“[You look like you haven’t been able to sleep all night long. How is your body?]”

“it’s okay. I’m fine. It wasn’t because I didn’t sleep much.”

It would be okay to stay up all night for a day or so. I stood at the end of the groom and opened my eyes wide. On the farthest chair, Isis was sitting still. Isis, who was staring blankly at the relief of the cross, turned her head to look at me.

“Illroy.”

Isis called my name softly. I looked at her blankly and walked slowly towards the chair she was sitting on. Across the aisle of the groom, I sat down on the chair next to me. Isis followed me and turned her head.

“I couldn’t sleep.”

“… Did you?”

The chair was cold. I raised the holy sword on my lap and looked up at the ceiling. The ceiling of the church is high. The ceiling was covered in darkness, like the night sky.

“I couldn’t sleep either.”

I saw Isis. Isis was looking at me with a desperate expression. But I can’t tell her what she wants. Because I wasn’t Illroy.

“The inhabitants of the village.”

I changed the subject.

“Perhaps the doomsday faith has penetrated deep into the inhabitants. There are still people who haven’t been affected… .”

I said that, thinking of the man from the village.

“be careful.”

It’s not what she wanted. Isis reached out to me in panic, then put her hand on her lap again and buried her head. I didn’t leave But there were no words of consolation. What she needed now wasn’t comfort. After all, consolation was an act of selling guilt.

“… Yeah.”

After a while, Isis answered my words to be careful.

Come to think of it, the weather in Baktins has not always been good. Isis adjusted the hem of her clothes, feeling the damp morning air. Today, it was her and Arjen’s turn to investigate the village in earnest with Bishop Andre.

“The residents still remember you, Isis. He may still be grateful to you.”

The Bishop looked down at Isis and said. Isis clenched her fists and nodded. It wasn’t heartbreaking. But I had to do what I could.

“You may have to hurry. We’ll have to catch the tail of the apocalypse cult before we have no choice but to capture all the people in this colony.”

The size of the village was smaller than when Isis visited. Isis was able to remember most of the faces of the people she healed. However, fortunately or unfortunately, there were not many people who passed through the hands of Isis. Those who recognized the saintess would come from time to time, bow their heads and disappear.

The stench was worse than before. But the ears were not as painful as before. for no weeping or lamentation was heard.

“Looks like you’re already in deep.”

Arjen murmured. Abnormal peace was more terrifying than Abigyuhwan. The scenery remained the same, but daily life continued with only the expressions of the people changed.

“What if… .”

At that time, someone trotted toward Isis. Bishop Andrew recognized her and narrowed his brows. It was the woman who guided them on their last visit.

“Holy Lady.”

Isis faced her and opened her eyes wide. Isis remembered the woman. It was a woman who came to visit her with a child who was suffering from a severed arm.

“… wife. How have you been?”

The woman nodded with a smile on her lips at Isis’ greeting.

“Yeah. You don’t know how happy I am to see the saintess who healed my leg like this again. What are you doing here? Also with the governor… .”

The woman turned her head toward Bishop Andrew. The bishop shrugged his shoulders and opened his mouth.

“The villagers heard that they had found peace, and they said they came back.”

“Ah, that’s right.”

The woman nodded and let out an empty exclamation.

“Yeah. My child is fine now. It would be great for the saintess to see our child who is all well.”

Baby, are you all right? Isis made a puzzled expression. Next to Isis, Arjen was distorting his expression terribly. The pain felt in the severed area was not something that could be cured even with the saintess’ magic. I was just pouring magic to relieve the pain.

“Ah, since I wanted to repay the saintess, shall we go home together? Also to say hello to my child.”

Isis turned to Bishop Andre, who nodded as if he had to go.

“of course. A saint?”

“… Yes. Gladly.”

I didn’t feel good. Isis could not get rid of the thought that she would not be able to see the woman’s child. However, apart from the ominous feeling, her steps were already following the woman towards the deep alleys of the village.

The stench grew stronger as we went deeper into the alley. The woman went ahead of the road and never looked back. She stopped in front of a shack. There was no nameplate, no, in fact no door. The woman gestured as if to wait a moment, and Isis, the bishop, and Arjen let out a sigh as they looked at the house barely big enough for four people.

“Hey, the saintess has come. You should come out and say hello.”

I heard a woman calling for a child. Isis’s heart started racing with tension.

trudge trudge.

There were two footsteps walking. It was strange. The woman was talking to her several times from the side, but she never heard the child answer. Just as everyone was exchanging glances at the sense of incongruity, a woman and a child approached the door.

“How are you, lady? Everything was fine, right?”

Isis’s beating heart sank to the bottom with a thump. I remembered the face of the boy who was crying out for help. Also, he remembered the boy’s severed right arm.

“… .”

The boy was no longer in pain. He didn’t even open his mouth. No, I wasn’t in a state where I could open my mouth. Isis forgot to even breathe because of her changed appearance.

eight. In the place where the boy’s severed right arm should have been, ‘something’ was attached to replace him. From that ‘something’, very slowly. Something like black flesh grew and ate away at the boy’s right half. Covering half of his face and covering his mouth.

“It’s a bit awkward right now, but they say it will be completely back to normal in a little while! It looks like a chrysalis before becoming a butterfly. Aren’t you surprised?”

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Not paying attention to the reaction of the party, the woman excitedly raised her voice.

“This is all thanks to ‘Teacher’.”

The woman’s eyes looking at Isis were as empty as the sky last night.

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Comment

  1. OnePunchMan12 says:

    Imagine if you didn’t spend useless weeks looking for Arjen and just came here immediately, maybe that kid would live?

  2. LuxX says:

    Damn, I want someone like Zich(TRDLIK) to show up and torture them, those crazy bastards need to know what true despair is.

  3. Shadow says:

    ‘The calamities/gods you worship are nothing save lies, hidden behind masks of folklore and superstition. Cancers on reality, their mindless malice confused for sentience by the lost and the damned.’

  4. SenatorArmstrong says:

    Hesu Kristo!

  5. Extra says:

    Poor kid…

  6. huehue huehue says:

    Damn, the boy was sacrificed? All the others who are terminally ill are too 🧐

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