57. God Will
The story of the Mythical Age. People said so.
The sky opens. The sound of the trumpet announcing the advance resounds all over the place, and soon after, a brilliant beam of light descends to the ground.
The god of light and justice, clad in the power of red lightning and holding high a sword to execute justice.
The battle between the gods and the demons was fierce, and their battle, which has come down to mythology, ended leaving a huge hole in the primordial land.
A gigantic sea that separates the eastern and western continents to this day. Cardiff Inland Sea.
Justice is not dead, but evil is also alive.
However, people wanted to believe that justice would be a little more advantageous for now. Always.
Akron, the god of justice and light. A brave and benevolent god who condemns evil with red lightning and does not hesitate to sacrifice himself to establish justice in this land.
Your own upright definition.
The Church of Justice and Light, which believes in Akron, recommends establishing your own upright justice that can exert a good influence.
For example, yes.
Let’s talk about this boy who lost both his parents and is left alone, with bright red eyes as if he’s burning with vengeance.
Vengeance is an excellent means of establishing one’s own justice.
If you go one step further and take revenge for your mother who lost her life at the hands of monsters while going to the mountains to gather herbs, you will be able to establish even greater justice.
Or, let’s imagine that even the father, who is left alone, has his arm cut off due to an unexpected accident, and he has to starve because he can’t find a job.
The unfortunate incident in which the father of the boy who lost the ability to feed his son ended up entrusting the boy to the church and hanging himself.
At church. It is not a noble sacrifice, but suicide to escape from reality is a felony, and abandoning a child inheriting one’s own blood is considered a mortal sin because it is an act of disobedience as a parent.
The boy’s father, who attended every church service every day, became a sinner in an instant and became an object of contempt from church members.
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No matter what his circumstances were, what he did was against God’s scriptures.
Because the boy was the child of such a father, he grew up as a church member in silence while receiving stinging stares as one body.
The missionary said that if the boy’s father did not atone for his sins, his soul would be forsaken.
And since the father is not here now, the boy should atone for him.
The boy did not hate his father. Rather, he was greatly grieved that he would not be saved even after his death.
I know that even though my mother lost her life at the hands of monsters, my father has been tenaciously living to feed the boy with his only one arm.
I longed for the back of my father, tired and broad, who returned home after barely finishing his hard-earned dirty work.
Back in the days when her mother was alive, she missed her mother’s warm and comfortable arms.
The boy was not frustrated. However, he was just facing reality.
He was determined to take on his father’s sins and avenge his mother’s death.
After that, unlike other church members, the boy did not spend much time memorizing the sutras.
He trained his body and raised his weapon. Of all the weapons, the boy preferred an additional, menacing flail at the end of a chain, and a whip that could bind and gnaw enemies at mid-range.
Other church members who initially treated the boy coldly were also deeply impressed by the boy’s bloody efforts.
The boy wanted to become a paladin. However, there were too many restrictions on the paladin beyond thinking.
Paladins had to have unrivaled skills in handling divine power, and needed strong physical and mental strength to not succumb to any difficulties. That, the boy knew.
The boy’s holy power was greater than that of the other church members, but it was by no means comparable to the paladins. He was confident in his strong body and mental strength to some extent, but he thought that he would not be able to atone if he belonged to the Holy Knights.
The boy applied for the combat priesthood.
Originally speaking, combat priests refer to those who heal from behind their comrades and are capable of self-defense to some extent.
However, when the time came for the boy to subdue the monsters, he always took the lead in slaughtering them. To atone for his father’s sins, he sacrificed the blood and flesh of monsters to him.
“He wants your limbs.”
His arm was cut off.
“He wants your head.”
Tore his hair off.
“He wants your heart.”
Pulled out the heart that circulates dirty blood.
For my father’s atonement, for my mother’s revenge.
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Now that he has become a young man, unlike other church members, he did not carelessly mention his name.
Because he was a sinner. Since he carried his father’s sins, he had to atone.
He has been living like that for several years.
And just then, he met his death.
At the moment of death, I had a passing thought.
‘Did I truly believe in and follow the correct justice?’
Justice for fathers, for mothers. He lived only for atonement and revenge. He fell short of his toes to His justice.
At the moment of death, Royman was freed from the bonds of the past.
And at that moment, the celestial light smiled at him, albeit for a moment.
But that was enough for Royman.
Enough of atonement and revenge. It is time to burn this body for the sake of the precious people around me.
* * *
“Heo-eok…! Huh…!”
The hero breathed heavily and glared at the huge pile of corpses in front of him.
The odds are… There is no chance.
Compared to its size, the Holy Sword is extremely small, and even with Isabel’s holy power, it is unreasonable to annihilate an undead of that size at once.
“f*ck…!”
Dodging the huge corpse fists rushing in again, the hero bit his lip hard.
Is there any other way? What way…
At that time, the Knight of the Stars, who was cutting down the ghouls that came endlessly along with Gracie, exclaimed urgently.
“Hero! Use the holy sword! I have to draw out the power of the Holy Sword!”
“The power of the Holy Sword…?”
The hero looked at the faintly glowing holy sword in his hand.
The holy sword. The power of the holy sword.
The sword that God handed over to the hero in hopes of defeating the demon lord. Imbued with the power of God…
“The power of God.”
There is no limit to the holy sword. However, there is only a limit to those who handle that holy sword. Only those who overcome the limits can wield the true power of the holy sword.
And the one with the highest potential to overcome that limit is the hero.
‘…, Isabel told me before.’
I don’t know how to bring out the power, but she decided to try bumping into it.
Close your eyes and focus your attention on the holy sword in your hand.
A faint energy. The hero could feel that the very energy that he had faintly felt when fighting other corps commanders before, was nestled deep inside the holy sword.
“Hero! I do not have time! Hurry up and find a breakthrough!”
Adrien shouted, raining arrows at the heads of the approaching corpses.
There is no time for an answer. Right now, I have to focus all my nerves on the holy sword.
If you want to go beyond the limit, what should you do?
To use the power of the gods…
The god of light and justice. A warrior who fights for justice. And, the holy sword given to such a hero.
‘Is it necessary to have a righteous heart? No, not some kind of Power Ranger.’
More than anything else, she has already fought for justice enough. She’s now she’s come and she’s like that…
“…Ah.”
In the past, the numerous evil deeds done to Austin.
Even if it is said that it has been swayed by external factors, it is just an excuse.
“hahahaha…”
Austin. Because of what you did to that man.
The hero smiled dejectedly and let his arm holding his holy sword hang down.
“…Sorry, Austin.”
With all sincerity, a word.
I was going to meet him in person this time and apologize sincerely.
The hero mocked himself for his duplicity and looked up in vain at the huge corpse giant in front of his eyes.
That moment.
Quaaa—!
“Huh?! What…!”
It was a fleeting moment. Far away in the middle of the city, the image of intense red lightning falling was firmly fixed in the hero’s mind.
The blindingly strong lightning disappeared, and soon after, great pain struck the hero’s body.
“Keep it off…!”
The feeling of bones and flesh being reassembled, and the tremendous pain that followed, devastated the hero’s body here and there.
After a brief moment of pain passed, the hero opened his carefully closed eyes.
“The body…”
The body is light. I felt tremendous power in every part of my body, and I was overflowing with confidence as if I could handle that power freely.
The holy sword in her hand was also humming and shedding red light, as if reacting to the force.
“Yo, hero…?!”
Seeing such a brave figure, Isabel opened her eyes wide and took a deep breath.
Because her appearance was like that of an ancient hero who remains as a legend in mythology.
“With this…!”
Concentrating the power that seeped through his whole body into the sword, the hero aimed the holy sword at the corpse giant.
I don’t know what happened all of a sudden, but I felt like I could defeat him now.
* * *
“You always blocked me!!! Those despicable people who interfere with everything I do and slander them!!!”
Giyiing—!
The wheel of Galan, which was spinning fiercely, glowed brightly, and was soon pointed at us.
“Damage!!!”
“Kyaaah!”
Quaguaguagua!!!
Bright red blood gushed from the wheel, which was shining bright red, and blood was fired.
“Crazy…!”
I thought about what it would be like if I got a little bloody, but I didn’t want to take a risk while deliberately getting hit by the attacks that were directed at us.
I quickly rolled my eyes to anticipate his next move as I evaded the blood by rolling quickly to the side.
“You guys know nothing! Nothing!!! What a miserable life the weak live! Body modification and blood magic, what endless possibilities for us powerless people!!! You guys don’t know!!!”
“Galan! Stop doing meaningless things! Nothing changes like this!”
“No! It may not mean anything to you, but it is more important to me!”
With a cry of throat splitting, Galan charged at us again.
Boom! Bang! Quaang!
It lifts up a wagon wheel that shines ugly in red and shoots it down at us. If you get hit by something like that, if you’re lucky, you’ll die, if you’re unlucky, you’ll die instantly.
The wind hit the rugged wagon wheels turning violently, causing the ground to dent badly and raise dust.
I quickly loaded the crossbow and threw myself behind Princess Alexis.
While he was frantically hitting the wheel, Luna’s spear pierced the wheel, aiming for a momentary gap.
Kwajik—!
However, Galan didn’t even think about avoiding it, he just took it with his body.
“What…!”
Luna swiftly drew her spear, but the creature swung her wheel at Luna at a speed that made it hard to believe he was carrying a heavy bloodstone wheel.
“Such a madman…!”
“Pain is familiar!!!”
Chaeeng—!
“I will show you the true power hidden in your blood! I will advance your thinking!!!”
“Kuhup?!”
A staggering Luna hastily lifted her spear pole to block her bastard’s attack, but her powerful attack knocked her Luna side off.
“Mana is an old legacy, blood is eternal!!!”
The moment the wheel descended towards Luna, Argyle’s wax, which rode up on Galan’s arm and hardened in an instant, stopped Galan’s movement for a moment.
“Robin! Take Luna back!”
“Okay!”
Meanwhile, Robin quickly rushed in and pulled out her Luna.
As Luna pulled Robin’s hand and fell backwards, the wax that held him together for a while suddenly— cracked.
“Argyle! You f*cking traitor!!! Like the traitors of the Mage Tower who killed my wife and her daughter, I will skin my skin!!!”
“Ugh…!”
Argyle, who was manipulating the wax, frowned and retrieved the wax that was wriggling on his body.
Argyle can pull off the time, but it seems like he’s consuming wax every time he uses his magic. I hurriedly opened my mouth to Princess Alexis.
“Princess! There is no time to attack! I think it will be possible to stop him once, but can you stop it just once with a shield?!”
“Poem, I’ll try it!”
“Let me help you!”
Argyle’s wax flowed down Princess Alexis’s shield, making it even harder.
“Okay! I can stop this once and for all!”
It was difficult to predict Galan’s behavior as she shed tears of blood and ran away from her reason. Like an angry buffalo, they rampage here and there and launch irregular attacks.
To draw his attention, I lifted the loaded crossbow and fired it at his chest.
It’s hard to aim for vital points in the wild wind, so it was the best option.
“No way!!! I’ll show you that the power of blood is stronger than these crude things!!!”
Okay…! The bolts I fired were blocked by the wheel raised like a shield, but I managed to get his attention.
The wheel of Galan, which was lifted straight up, began rushing toward Princess Alexis’s shield.
Kwaang—!
“Kyaaak?!”
I heard Princess Alexis’ surprised voice.
As his wheel was blocked by Argyle’s wax-reinforced shield, Argyle’s wax wrapped around his hand.
Galan’s movements stopped for a moment. I immediately grabbed the short sword in reverse and attacked him, aiming for his limbs.
“Robin! Now!”
“Huh!”
Robin’s dagger and the blade of my short sword glided swiftly across the ground, slicing through Garlan’s ankle tendons beautifully.
…I feel like I’ve seen this somewhere…
“Ugh…!”
Galan staggered to the ground and swung the wheel straight at me. As if he had expected it to be like this.
“It’s over!!!”
“Damn it…! f*cked…!”
f*cked dog…!
Involuntarily, my arms were raised, and my eyes were tightly closed.
Pain—!
“… Huh?”
Why doesn’t it hurt?
When I slowly opened my eyes, I saw that the cart wheel that had come right in front of me was entangled in something and stopped.
It glows red and crackles like lightning…
“…A whip?”
Whip. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a whip…
“No way.”
I hurriedly threw myself back and turned my head to see where the whip had wound up.
“I have been suspicious all along.”
A familiar voice. Familiar body shape. Familiar face.
“Am I really practicing justice? By any chance, am I not thinking only of myself?”
Roiman, clad in a priestly robe with his belly stained with blood, stood firm in the flames and smoke.
“…Royman?”
Roy Munn, who was wrapped in red lightning all over his body, pulled the whip that wrapped around his Galan’s arm once.
Then, the red lightning that was wrapped around Royman’s body rode a whip and rushed towards Galan.
Pajijijik—!
“Kwaaa!!!!!!”
“From now on, I will realize my own justice.”
Galan, who had become a whole roast in an instant, screamed, and soon after, Royman pulled his whip and threw himself.
Quang!
With Royman’s fist firmly planted in the face, I could see Galan being thrown far away.
“He wants your life for the last time.”
Saying that, Royman shook his fist once more, then wrapped around his slack whip again and tied it around with his hand.
He held a flail in his right hand and a whip made of red lightning in his left hand.
“So, please offer it obediently.”
God will.