I Became the Hero Who Banished the Protagonist chapter 68

68. People waiting for help (4)

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A sound that seemed to magnify the sound of static electricity amplified dozens of times occurred between the child’s right half and Isis’ hand. Isis frowned and clenched her hands. The healing light did not permeate the child’s body, but scattered and spread the light around. The man’s expression turned white, and I looked at Isis in silence.

“I didn’t think it would be easy… .”

Isis murmured and opened and closed her hands as if they felt numb.

“That deformed body refuses to infiltrate magical power. Certainly a quality that contradicts my divine power.”

Isis let out a small breath. The remnants of Isis’ divine power were wriggling and hovering over the child’s body like lightning. Isis’s blue eyes were fiercely following the trail.

“Do you think you can take that off?”

“If only my magical power could penetrate that hide.”

Saying that, Isis rolled up her sleeve again and placed her hand on the child’s right shoulder. There was no sign of life in the child’s body, but the tentacles and blood vessels that occasionally sprouted from the flesh and squirmed as if breathing were reluctant.

“If we succeed in infiltrating it, we will be able to do it because the magical power and the nature of that flesh are incompatible. I will make it happen.”

Isis widened her eyes, saying that she would succeed. Again, mana wriggled from the heart of Isis. The current flowed down her arm and came down to Isis’ hand. This time, Isis showed stronger united magic power.

Kwajijik!

The black skin and the holy power of Isis clashed again. Isis did not lose her magical energy and maintained it. The fading magic power and the sound of foreign objects were as painful as scratching a wet glass window with your fingernails. A drop of sweat ran down Isis’ forehead.

“you can do it.”

Isis repeated as if casting a spell on herself. Candle wax rust was dripping from the candle the man lit. Feeling the disturbing silence outside, I gently closed my eyes.

“[The air is agitated.]”

I was feeling it too. I couldn’t see it through the window. Something was about to happen where the Bishop, Marianne, and Arjen were now.

—

The bones were crushed. The woman rolled her eyes and fell backwards, half unconscious. The woman’s legs lost their shape in one blow. billion, billion. ‘Teacher’ supported the back of a woman who could not even exhale complete pain from her mouth while doing so. Tears streamed down the woman’s face.

“Good job. It was a courageous act indeed.”

‘Sir’ put his hand on the woman’s leg. The woman was writhing in pain. Black and ominous magic rose from the ‘teacher’s hand. Like a waterway in an abyss, it began to wrap around the woman’s legs. The woman’s breath sank.

“We can learn a lesson here.”

‘Teacher’ took her hands off the woman and stood up.

“The pain is only momentary.”

The voice approached the people behind it with sweet seduction. ‘Teacher’ looked at the woman and held out her hand. The woman held his hand and opened her eyes dimly as if in ecstasy. Tears of pain flowed along with the woman’s expression as distorted tears of joy. ‘Teacher’ gave strength to the hand that held the woman.

“The reward is eternal.”

‘Teacher’ picked the woman up and walked to the people in line behind her.

“Now, brother, what did you receive treatment for?”

“I am… My arm was broken.”

The young man unknowingly grabbed his right arm and answered. A smile appeared on the teacher’s lips.

“Should I help you this time too?”

“no.”

Without hesitation, the man slammed his arm onto the brewery floor, took the hammer, and slammed his right arm down again. once, twice. The arm did not break and only complained of pain, but the ‘teacher’ took the hammer away from the man and swung it.

bang.

And the ‘teacher’ bent down and eased the man’s pain. Marianne turned her head to Bishop Andre and looked at him asking for orders, but Bishop Andre only shook his head slowly. next. next person. People collapsed on the floor, recovering from the wounds that had healed, and were increasingly free from harming themselves.

Arms were slit with razors, ankles were crushed, and bodies were punctured. The man who said he was healed stabbed his own eye with an awl. A thick liquid mixed with blood and the vitreous of the eyeball flowed down.

“good. Very desirable.”

‘Teacher’ said, removing his hand from the face of the man who had punched the eye. Those eyes caught the next person. She was a mysterious woman. She was fixing her face as she looked at the people in front of her. ‘Teacher’ looked at the reaction and tilted his head to the side.

“How long have you been here?”

The woman shuddered and nodded her head.

“Sister, what did you receive treatment for?”

“… in the wreckage… My side is pierced… There was.”

is that so. ‘Teacher’ nodded emotionlessly and walked towards the corner of the brewery. ‘Teacher’ picked up an iron pipe from the floor littered with kegs and pipes. It was a pipe with the tip cut as sharp as a bamboo spear. ‘Teacher’ held out a pipe, and the woman looked at the pipe hesitantly for a long time.

“If you don’t like it, refuse. But I don’t know if I, my brothers, can show mercy to you like that.”

The teacher’s voice was eerie. The woman reluctantly took the pipe and gripped it, her arms trembling. The woman’s hand holding the pipe was shaking. If I get pierced through my side again there, pain relief or whatever, I’ll die. Marianne was agitated.

“Come on, sister. Choose. If you need my help, tell me you do.”

The woman’s eyes flickered madly. The Bishop’s gaze was restraining the woman, lest she should turn her head the other way. The woman lifted it high as if she were about to insert a pipe into it. As Marianne’s presence was about to be revealed, someone approached and stood in front of Marianne, the bishop, and Arjen. They were people with similar gicheok as ‘teacher’.

“Our church is closely watching the movements of you, the Heretic Questioners. We are deeper into the world than you think.”

‘Teacher’ said in a sarcastic voice. Bishop Andrew looked at the serpentine blades of the demon worshipers thrust before their eyes.

“Come on, brothers and sisters. Have a look at this look. The writers of the Cheong Church came here with a dagger in their arms to harm us. They will grab us and tie us to a chair in the basement of the church.”

‘Teacher’ started talking again.

“They claim to be the servants of a merciful god and have no mercy. They will hold you in the chest with a heated iron, stab you in the thigh with an awl, place you on a burning wooden horse and torture you, asking if you are possessed by a demon or collusion with the devil. And if you can’t overcome the torture and tell the truth, they will either hang you or burn you alive.”

People started to mumble. Not even thinking about how ‘Teacher’ brutally abused, broke, and tore their bodies until just now, he began to show hostile gaze towards the three.

“There must still be people hiding in this town.”

“Catch it.”

“I will catch you and bring you.”

The buzz was growing. The door opened and people started running outside. There was madness in the eyes of the residents. They stormed out, almost breaking down the brewery door, screaming their rage. ‘Teacher’ opened her arms wide and looked at the woman holding the pipe.

“Now let’s show it! Our united image of never giving in! Our determination not to give in to lies and deceit that ignore our suffering!”

The woman’s eyes were blurring. The gazes of the worshipers pushed her to her death. ‘Teacher’ smiled.

“ruler. Then do you know what to do, sister?”

Put that iron spear into your side.

At that time, someone’s model disappeared in the darkness.

squeak.

“uh?”

The sound of the swing was once. However, the sword attack that cut through the air exceeded dozens of times. blood. It was black water that bloomed in the dark. Blood gushed into the sky and fell to the ground, creating a sea of blood. The arms of the demon worshipers standing tall were flying into the air.

thump.

‘Teacher’ looked down at his severed left arm, then slowly raised his head and looked around. The turmoil he caused faded and disappeared in an instant, like a gag.

“… uh?”

A man was walking out of the darkness and the crowd, exuding a chilling, murderous spirit that overwhelms even his own darkness. The man was holding a sword. In the blink of an eye, blood dripped from the sword that cut through the arms of demon worshipers.

“It’s a much more irritating sight than I thought.”

The mercenary, Arjen, walked out to the center. He looked disapprovingly at the woman holding the pipe and shivering, then snatched it from her hand and threw it into the corner of the brewery. The empty pipe tumbled to the floor.

“You go sit in the corner over there.”

Arjen shoved the woman, and she looked at him with bewildered eyes and backed away. Marianne came over and wrapped her arms around her shoulders.

“By the way, they know the obstructionists and send them all out.”

Arjen’s voice overwhelmed everyone present.

“You bastard devil worshipers are dumber than you think.”

‘Teacher’ scrunched up his face and jumped backwards. The blood pouring from his severed left arm became tentacles and fired at Arjen. Before Arjen could raise his sword with a frown, daggers wrapped in light flew in and pierced the tentacles.

“You, your skills are definitely useful. If you hadn’t moved quickly, I would have been in a bit of trouble.”

Bishop Andre loosened his joints and came to the side of the mercenary.

“Marianne, take that woman and get out. After we evacuate to safety, we go to support the other side. Let us clear this place.”

Marianne nodded and took the woman outside. The door of the brewery, which had been wide open, closed with a rattle, and the light emitted by Bishop Andre’s sexual organ illuminated the darkness. The bishop contorted his face as if he was in a bad mood when he saw the ‘teacher’ with the hood removed.

“You guys are definitely insane.”

‘Teacher”s upper face was covered with tentacles and flesh, like a boy transplanted with a fragment of a disaster. On Arjen’s severed left arm, tentacles like those of an octopus wriggled.

“It’s already too late to be called a human.”

“Kuhhhhh… . It was a foolish choice, to decide to fight us at night.”

As ‘Teacher’ raised his hand as if signaling, the demon worshipers’ bodies twisted, transformed, and began to transform into grotesque monsters. There were locusts mixed with people, and there were snakes with scales on their bodies.

“How is it?”

“Do it yourself.”

Arjen muttered as he drew the aura from his sword. He then glanced back. Where Isis will be treating the child. It will probably be noticed by the locals soon.

After all, the world is like this. It does not change by chance or luck. Even if I struggle honestly, it doesn’t make me smile. I don’t know how the warrior party will respond to the swarming residents, but I don’t know how long they will stay still if Isis is harmed.

“… yes. You will feel it this time too.”

Faintly, feeling the wrath of the hero, Arjen swung his sword at the demon worshipers.