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[Ah… Ah ah…!]
Murphys screamed, dropping his hammer and tearing at his own chest. Her lofty and beautiful saintly body swelled up with ugly tumors, and her womanly identity swelled several times over.
A loophole revealed defenselessly. However, even after seeing that, Cream couldn’t stab her. As if responding to Murphy’s pain, the darkness within her wriggled, tearing up the lumps and tumors that had grown and scattered them out into the world.
Where the bizarrely altered darkness touches, the space is corroded. Cream stepped back from her, slashing the dark red drops bouncing on her body with her inviolable holy sword.
[aaa!]
The grief of the saintess, who could not find her rest and was played by her fate, and the despair of her ghost, who had forgotten her own name due to her great evil, became one. Victims tear each other apart to mutually assured destruction, and perpetrators take a step back and look at them with a smile.
The body of the saintess and the ghosts within her fight over the leadership of the full darkness and self-destruct. The jet-black waterfall, which even Cream couldn’t easily approach, had holes all over the space.
[I will turn around.]
I can feel the presence of something between the fragmented and holed spaces. Originally, an existence that could not be felt or recognized by the beings of this world was looking at us.
Did such an unstable space and the power of darkness draw their attention? The moment they crawled out beyond the rift, new colors and shapes were applied to non-existent beings.
Demons of another world. Originally, in order for them to descend into reality, they needed a suitable price. It is not for nothing that a demon contractor offers himself to the devil.
[□□□.]
[□□ □□□!]
But they definitely descended into reality. As Murphy and the Wraiths battle for supremacy, a dark force that is not under the control of either side is unleashed.
Belatedly thinking about it, I hurriedly reached out, but much of the darkness had already been consumed by the demons. Is the resentment and hatred of the inhabitants of another world enough sacrament to sustain the demons’ existence?
[□□□□!]
The gliding blade cut off the chain of laws that formed demons. Numerous beings perished at the same time they were born, and other demons that had not yet died attacked Cream.
It is not a crisis. Even if hundreds, if not tens, of these little things come in, they just scatter like fallen leaves in front of Cream. The real problem.
[Evil, E.]
The point is that Murphy, who had stopped as if it was broken, started moving again. Her body continued to swell and shrink as the specter raged within, but all that pain and disturbance no longer restrained the great saint.
The voice, which had been crushed like a monster, recites human language again, and firearms return to the blurry eyes. Murphys let go of her weapon and swung her hands at her own body. Puck. Her swollen hump bursts open, pouring out the black, stagnant darkness.
Do corpses bleed? At least that’s the case with Murphy now. After forcibly opening her own wound and digging open her insides, when she pulled out her hand again, the ghosts were caught inside.
[Kiki!]
[She lost even herself, go away!]
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With a light twist of her hand, the ghosts are crushed and dissipated in her interlaced fingers. Her whole body was covered with scars, and the darkness was still raging anxiously, but little by little it was coming back under her control.
But Murphys still couldn’t fully control himself. On the other hand, Cream was after slaughtering all the demons that stood in her way. A chance that probably won’t come twice.
A holy sword flew from her fingertips. A profound martial principle permeated those throws, a low muttered hum became magic, guiding the optimal path, and thunderbolts and flames neutralized the veil of darkness surrounding her saint.
In a natural flow, the Holy Sword pierced Murphy’s heart.
[Aries.]
And then, the existence that closed its eyes finally opens its eyes.
Light gushed from the holy sword embedded in her chest. The infinite divine power she possesses and the laws that have reached the upper world unleash her power to restore the unclean existence that defies death to her order.
However, it does not collapse. With her heart still pierced by the holy sword, the saintess who was caught in the darkness stared at us with a clearer gaze than ever before.
[Aries First Successor.]
[You! Spirit…]
A clear and soft mental wave flowed from her mouth, unlike her before. A truly saintly voice with a hint of severity, but at the same time feeling the love and tolerance that surrounds all things.
The Holy Sword made a trembling voice as if it had been beaten. However, I clicked her tongue as I looked into her saintly eyes. Rather than human eyes, they were more like glass beads, with overly clear and transparent eyes.
The scenery contained in the beads-like transparent eyes looked distorted. In the emptiness that contained everything I saw, I felt madness as deep as an abyss.
It is neither a crusader armed with instinctive fanaticism and unconscious conviction, nor a dehumanized monster driven mad by the pain that rages within its own body. I don’t know the exact cause, but the holy light of the holy sword somehow restored the spirit of the saint who was raped by the elder lich-
[There was not a single day that was not a war.]
-Anyway, unlike the description in the old story, this nobleman called the battle saint seems to have been crazy from the beginning.
His appearance is as noble as that of a saint, and his voice is as gentle as that of a godmother. However, the darkness still seeped in Murphy’s Lowe, who had regained her own identity. Fierce like an active volcano, the lion’s grudges and grudges obey under the benevolent saintess’ hand.
[The Demon King was a mighty opponent, and we always risked our lives in battle. Even after winning one victory at most, we had to tremble in fear without even taking a proper rest. Where will he appear next?]
Her mood was eccentric. No one stopped her until Murphys walked over to her and picked up the hammer that split her skull in half.
The hammer whose key shaft was cut off from the holy sword could no longer function. The laws of the other world that used to form the pillars are crumbling one by one, and now they just maintain their form.
The moment she reached for the hammer, her hammer disintegrated into ashes, as if she had fulfilled her own mission with the final touch of her master.
[If you run away with your scarred and battered body, all that remains is the ruins and the shadow of despair swept away by the demon king. Even though it had enough power to annihilate everyone, it always left one or two survivors in the ruins.]
I was stabbed by a sword, torn apart by a ghost, and hurt myself. However, no more blood or darkness flowed from the wound. A change was taking place throughout her body.
The darkness that hovered around her in the form of a black thunderbolt collapses. I don’t bother copying the glorious past. And all that remains is darkness. Black.
[And those who lost everything overnight cursed us, not the demon king. As a warrior and a saint. Even though he is God’s agent, why didn’t he arrive on time? Why is it that he cannot fulfill his mission and adds another tragedy and tears to the world?]
In the thick darkness, only the lone holy sword shines alone.
The gold of light runs over the body of the undead. Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of times. The tens of thousands of diagonal lines engraved on the pale corpse’s face looked like a metaphysical abstract painting.
[It’s a thought that one who was ordained as a shepherd dog shouldn’t do, but sometimes I suffered from such delusions.]
I don’t know how she regained her sanity, but the scales of her victory were already tipping toward us. Originally, those who belong to darkness and the undead are supreme in the power of light and order. And the Holy Sword was a being that had both of those powers.
[Rather, if they all died, wouldn’t this agony of mine be relieved? Could I, too, go back to being pure and innocent and mourn them with a pure heart-]
The space in the dungeon reached its limit and was collapsing. Correspondingly, her body also disintegrated. No matter how enormous the amount of darkness the Elder Lich cast, it was also enough time to be exhausted.
She didn’t know what on earth she was still holding her up, but her current Murphys seemed too difficult to maintain on her own.
[Such, muffins…]
[Even knowing that a stain once engraved will never be erased. The moment I cared for the sheep I had to protect, even though I knew that the stairway to heaven was far away from me.]
Muffin and Aries are silent. Amidst the mixed reactions of the two speakers, Murphys quietly continued her speech. She is laid-back, natural, as if she doesn’t feel herself breaking down in her.
[I always claimed to be God’s first hammer, preaching God’s word and wielding violence. I turned my back on those I could not save. I turned away from them and closed my eyes.]
[Why are you saying such sad things? You are.]
[I’m a country boy who doesn’t even know how to write my name. A believer who could not even read the scriptures containing the words of God and could not fulfill his responsibility of always having to ask Geun-Gyeon to recite them. However.]
A toy abandoned by God still seeks God.
[There was something I could do. Because God wanted pretty flowers to bloom in this weedy world. He entrusted his strength and authority to the toughest and most vicious weed among them.]
The next moment, the dungeon completely collapsed. The dimensional gap leading to imaginary space opened its mouth like a beast, and Cream avoided it while holding on to Choco and settled down in reality.
Beyond the fragments of space scattered like flower petals, I could see the image of a being that had crossed over to reality together. With the holy sword still stuck in his chest, Murphys was stomping along with cracks all over his body like porcelain that was about to break.
The sunlight shining through the cracks in his body was so brilliant, he couldn’t even see himself. But somehow, in her light, I thought I saw her smile, twisting her lips.
The real time is night. As always, in the middle of the night sky, the moon, like an eyeball, sprinkles soft light, and around it, the constellations nailed to the sky serve as guideposts for lost travelers.
[Saint!]
The starlight touched that body. Finally, beyond her critical point, the saintess’ body began to shatter.
The fragments that were once human are scattered like a tower of cards someone has piled up, and the scattered cards are instantly engulfed in light and burned away. A complete annihilation that leaves no trace of its existence in the world.
Nevertheless, Murphy Lowe stood still. Just as a caterpillar sheds its skin and exfoliates into a butterfly after a long hibernation, it casts off its physical shell and leaves behind only its spiritual body.
It is the soul of a majestic saint chosen by God. There was still a lingering darkness around her, but unlike before, when she was swayed by her darkness, that cursed power could no longer invade the saintess’ holiness.
[I don’t have excellent verbal skills, nor the wisdom to distinguish lies, nor the learning. Aries. So I won’t ask you for your sins.]
[My… Sin?]
However, when I saw it, there wasn’t really that much of a difference. Whether the target was light or dark, holy or corrupted, it was the same enemy we had to fight.
The volatility of the soul is strong. In general, the soul of most living beings is irreversibly damaged the moment they die, and after a very short time, all souls evaporate.
However, if you can hold on to your existence after death with your strong will and transcendent mental power. So if only the soul could be preserved intact.
[The sin of forgetting one’s own mission as the enemy of the demon king. Evil that undermines the dignity of the soul and breaks its taboo.]
The target becomes a ghost even after death and remains in this world with immutable memories and an immortal soul. The muffin’s gaze, floating in the air, translucent, was directed directly at me.
Ghosts are as sensitive to spiritual power as I am, maybe more than I am. Perhaps she was watching the immeasurable number of ghosts crying out in my subconscious.
[I will ask you for your sins right here and now.]
General physical attacks do not work against the spiritual body, but instead, it is extremely vulnerable to attacks against supernatural powers. The power of darkness that became Murphy’s limbs had already been exhausted.
The holy sword is still nailed to that soul, and since the holy sword doesn’t allow anyone other than its owner to touch it, I don’t dare to pull it out. But for some reason, I felt that she was a more dangerous opponent than before, when she wielded near-infinite darkness.
That intuition was not wrong. The protection of the mansin on Cream’s body is silent, and the thunderbolt she ignites hesitates as if it can’t attack her opponent. A phenomenon seen when trying to attack someone with a higher level of faith.
The hierarchy of warriors is equal to that of saints. Aside from her divine presence, none of her earthly mortals rank higher in her faith than she does. It shouldn’t have been.
[Only that is all I can do.]
However, if there is a being chosen by God and dedicated his life to complete that mission.
Murphys’ prayer reached the heavens, and soon the heavens began to howl.