77. Are you ashamed of monsters?
Originally, you would have cut off the head of that monster, but its unique outfit, and above all, the stigmata engraved on it, made me feel uncomfortable. I decided to watch more.
But no matter how much I think about it, I don’t get it. Apostates from the Dark Church also deal with divine power, but that’s just arbitrarily corrupting the stigmata given to them by God.
However, the power that Hydra showed a little earlier was the sun. Moon, stars. It was none of the gods. If we dare to compare that profound darkness…
[Carval, doesn’t it resemble the darkness you use?]
[Ha, stop saying nasty things.]
Well, I won’t deny the similarity, but in the first place, isn’t the power of the same attribute bound to resemble each other? Above all, that power is turbid and inferior compared to my darkness.
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[Right now, it seems to be favorable to us, so let’s wait and see.]
I don’t know what kind of illusion they’re having, but right now we just need to make good use of that illusion. We walked into the crypt following the hydra.
“Nope. Come on, eat it.”
From the outside, the dungeon looked like it had been dug by a beast, but once inside, the inside was clean and well polished. However, the size was a bit narrow, and the cream was uncomfortable.
If that’s the case with Cream, which is on the small side among humans, what about Hydra, a mid-to-large monster? It was struggling to crawl through the crypt, twisting its body like an earthworm rather than a snake.
“Isn’t this really amazing technology? I am always grateful to the Prophet.”
“Ugh, yes.”
“However, if there is something I am a bit disappointed about, if the aisle can be widened a little more…”
Hydra treated Cream friendly, calling him a prophet. A snake head with its head raised and its mouth wide open in a narrow crypt. She must have smiled in her own way, but Cream was just shy.
After walking some more through the crypt, we soon came to a large clearing. After entering there, the hydra stretched out freely and nodded toward the door in front.
“Come on, go up. I will go all the way to the top at once.”
What? But regardless of our questioning glances, the hydra pressed the button on the side of the door. Then, I thought I could hear a rattling sound from far away, but soon the door opened.
With a cheerful sound.
“Let’s get on board.”
No, that’s strange! Like the suit from earlier, and this elevator that jumped out this time. From my point of view, as a person from another world, it causes a sense of incongruity.
Actually, the technology in this world is lacking, but it is still at the level of the Middle Ages, and it has all kinds of abilities to cover it, so it’s no surprise that suits and elevators like this pop up.
I’m actually using the elevator in places like the imperial castle right now. However, the design of the clothes must be a modern suit, and the alarm sound of the elevator must be such a friendly sound?
“You better hold tight. Because it shakes!”
“It’s okay, ah.”
It was as if the natives of another world saw the earth’s culture and copied only the appearance in their own way.
Hydra pressed the button inside, and soon the elevator began to rattle up. There is no floor number or door closing button, just one, but the inside was familiar nonetheless.
The level of reproducibility is unnecessarily great, even to the mirror attached. Thanks to that, you can’t even see Hydra’s expression as she holds on to her torn tie and makes a tearful face. Holy sh*t.
Ding!
“I have arrived.”
Certainly, the elevator shook tremendously, but for me, it felt like riding a ride after a long time. Soon, the door opened again with a familiar sound.
When I came out of the elevator, the scenery outside was wide open. We are at the top of the peak, in the middle of the Pillar of Morale.
However, there were no side effects to Cream and Hydra, despite being in a fraud extremely harmful to life. The spells created with the corrupted divine power were precisely controlling morale.
“Now, this way.”
Wasn’t this the destination? Some time after getting out, the hydra turned around and went into another crypt. Haa, Cream sighed and followed suit.
So we walked down the crypt again. This time down, not up. This crypt was much rougher and bumpier than the previous crypt, but the passageway was wide and comfortable.
A lift that can’t be stopped in the middle is inconvenient. The underground passage continued for several floors, like an anthill. After passing through several crossroads, the place that seemed to be the destination was finally revealed.
[Banquet hall?]
“Yes, everyone is waiting for the Prophet.”
The design was actually more like a modern chandelier hall than an aristocratic banquet hall, but everything that made up the space was from another world. Especially guests.
A landscape far beyond common sense. The monsters that make Hydra look cute wear modern costumes, speak human language, and communicate with dignity.
“Heh heh, your husband seems to be very upset.”
“That’s right! What do you like about things that are less rehabilitated? Ugh, where else would you have gone now?”
A Minotaur lady wearing a tight dress and a tentacle old gentleman with a fedora in the middle of her tentacles. Predators and prey gathered in one place. They all had stigmata on their bodies.
It’s disgusting to see people trying to imitate people. All sorts of food and utensils were neatly arranged in the banquet hall, but no one touched them. Why? Because i can’t write
The body of a monster was not suitable for dealing with the culture of human society. Even so, the food is prepared, and the monster who tries to grab it with its hoof and drops it on the floor receives glare.
[This, what the hell…]
The role play of disgusting monsters. The Holy Sword muttered in a stunned voice.
[You bastard, who did you bring?]
The Holy Sword, which had sent mental waves only to me until now, had lost its will. As soon as her divine voice flows through the banquet hall, astonished glances gather from all sides of her.
The Hydra who guided us was also looking at Cream with eyes half full of betrayal. She hid my divine protection well, but hey, holy sword. Do you throw a candle here?
“My God, you were not prophets…!”
[Because you’re such a f*cking bastard. hahahaha, done What I should have greeted myself.]
The table placed in the center of the banquet hall, the owner of the seat of honor that sent out the mental waves stood up. Sitting in the most glorious seat of the Pandemonium, infested with all kinds of top level monsters.
Zombies, the lowest level undead covering their rotten flesh with old, worn-out robes.
“Baptized ones, please have mercy!”
With just one head of her head in front of her pony, which could easily chew through it, the hydra bowed her head in terror at her. The zombie’s torn lip twisted grotesquely.
Since he was once a human, it was not difficult to recognize his expression, even if his skin was rotten. Cruel beast.
[Even so, I was just worried about your ambiguous number of heads.]
“Please!”
[I’ll give you a chance to prove your faith, cut off the rest of your severed head.]
Abusive language that is arrogant and even absurd. However, instead of punishing the low-level monster who was talking nonsense to me, the hydra raised its head as if begging for mercy.
“You who are baptized…”
[Come on! Are you going to make me say it twice?]
But the zombie pushed him with a twisted grin. In a situation driven to the limit, the beastly nature flashes in the murky eyes of the hydra that had sunk as if it were dead.
[Oh, or are you trying to rebel against me? This me who gave you life and soul?]
A huge shadow was cast behind the zombie. An ogre wearing a suit that looks like that of a gangster. As he stood behind the zombie as if escorting her, the hydra lowered her head, apparently resigned.
Soon, the hydra’s six heads moved like snakes toward its severed head. Twelve pairs of fangs overlap each other to burrow into the flesh, and because it couldn’t be cut off at once, it gnawed at his body.
Seeing that, I felt a terrible displeasure. Monsters can’t be human. They are monsters. Must be a monster
[So, what are our uninvited guests doing here?]
It wasn’t until the hydra finally ripped a chunk of her flesh from her neck that the zombie who had been intentionally ignoring us turned her head away. Like an ogre escorting it, it stands by its side.
It’s strange that the lowest level undead have reason, but that’s all. He doesn’t have any special powers. Even the dark stigma of other monsters was not felt.
“What are you?”
But why do these monsters in Pandemonium obey those low-level monsters?
With nothing more to hide, Cream immediately drew out the Holy Sword. The music in the banquet hall stopped, and the zombie frowned at her in displeasure at the divine radiance.
[Refrain from talking. I am the one promised immortality by a nameless god, and I am the fifty-fifth anointed under the darkness of the cup, so how can you ungodly talk to me!]
I know one thing. That baptized man is a mad fanatic even if he is crazy.
Above all, the way of speaking using the title of Zhou Zhao is a characteristic of the Dark Church. Are they plotting a new plot using monsters?
[Ask one.]
[What is it?]
The surroundings are quiet. The monsters who were so busy interacting just a moment ago are quietly listening to our conversation. Like I couldn’t even dare to say it.
[I’m not asking you. Monsters. Why are you listening to that zombie? He’s weak Enough that if you hit one, you will die.]
The monsters only glanced at the baptized person, but were silent. There was silence for a moment, and the hydra, moaning in pain from self-harm, opened his mouth as he collapsed.
“Because it is… Faith…”
[What?]
“Before our gods… All the power we have accumulated is weak… It is our joy to follow his word and praise his name… If an eternal kingdom of heaven is promised in the hereafter… How can you harm our shepherd with the trivial power accumulated in this life?”
While panting in pain, he continued to speak intermittently. His words, although mixed with the hiss of the snake, conveyed clearly to me.
[Do you think so too?]
“·······.”
[Answer me! You are a monster Under the logic of power, monsters prove their lives through struggle and slaughter! Would you, like humans, dedicate your life to being captivated by such false notions?]
[Even if you were a monster when you were born, if you were a human when you died, that would be enough.]
The baptized one, the leader of these pseudo-monsters, strides toward us. Following his footsteps, the monsters surrounding the zombie moved their steps before he knew it.
They also felt it with a sense of struggle. How dangerous and powerful the cream is. So they stepped forward to defend their masters.
[You wuzi were born as humans, so how did you live and become monsters? Do you not feel the joy of devotion to the true God, but serve a false god and display a false splendor? I’ll give you one last chance even now. Wooja. Abandon your gods. Serve our true God!]
[f*ck me.]
It seems that he made a guess after seeing the divine power emitted from the holy sword, but Cream does not worship any gods. She is just a warrior, and she only borrows her divine power with that authority.
Of course, the three gods are idiots, but the evil god of the Dark Church is not a normal god either. In the first place, believers also call their own gods evil gods. I also had that level of awareness.
[You tried to live as a human, but today you become a monster again.]
[You were human in the first place, right? Just look at the shape of the body, but… Oh, did he not recognize that he became undead and went crazy?]
It seems unreasonable to dig into the circumstances. Well, in the first place, there is no other tribe that does not communicate as well as the fanatics.
Then we have no choice but to choose the next best option. So, cream? It’s time to do what you do best.
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[No matter how much you imitate people, wear human clothes and speak human words, you are just monsters.]
[Then are you people? What kind of cause do you have and what kind of sublimity do you ridicule our determination and our faith!]
[Asshole.]
The momentum of the cream soars. Accordingly, the monsters also inflated her muscles and prepared for battle. The clothes she was forced to wear are torn, revealing the monster’s true form one by one.
Stigma of darkness engraved all over their bodies boils. Those who spoke noble like humans now started to growl in voices without words like monsters.
[In the first place, people do not live for a cause.]
A monster does not become a human by imitating a human or serving a god. Don’t even have to be
Yes, I admit it. Now I was a little excited. It’s because of the ugliness they see. Are the monsters going beyond the noble and dignified humanity? No, rather the opposite.
You are monsters. What you really like isn’t praising God or impersonating people. But why are you ashamed, why are you in denial? Your nature bestowed directly by your Creator?
[······I don’t think we need any more daring. If we cannot edify your wretches, we will instead nourish our spirits and bodies with their flesh and blood.]
[Tell me, Cream. What did they forget?]
Live like monsters and die like monsters. Hunt or be hunted.