Demon-infused Book – 2
The search ended fairly easily. I must have picked up about 30 heads of priests and paladins combined, because I confirmed that both of the items I wanted were dropped. It took less than expected.
I took it and headed straight to the place where the book was. Contrary to my worries, the size of the dungeon was perfectly the same as the game, so finding the way was easy.
The dead who occasionally appeared in the middle were ignored. Since the goods were secured, there was no need to fuss with them.
‘It’s here no matter who sees it.’
The entrance to the room where the devil was sleeping was filled with things that looked holy even at first glance, even prayers written in the string of the holy kingdom. Even those dead couldn’t even come here.
In fact, even if they didn’t need all of these things and just locked the door, the devil would never have unlocked the seal on its own unless someone else came in, but those people didn’t know.
I walked around the room looking for a pile of broken stones. Everything else is clean, but it’s easy to characterize it as only one place is in ruins.
He walked over to the pile of stones and, with a grunt, rolled the rock in front of him aside. Then, a hole small enough for a person to crawl through was revealed.
I crawled right into it.
The aisle was a little short of my height, so my head came out right away. Before leaving, I looked around. I was relieved at the fact that there were no enemies, and I got up.
It was a space that felt dark and ominous. Should I say that it feels like the power is leaking out little by little?
No matter how long I stayed here in the game, I didn’t get a debuff, so there was a high probability that it was simply my mood.
I looked around. The torches fixed to the wall had long since burned down to the handle, leaving only ashes, and a rectangular altar could be seen in the middle of the room.
On the altar lay the book I was looking for.
‘found.’
This was the book where the devil was sealed. It was about the thickness of my fingertip, and everything, from the cover to the paper inside, was pitch-black.
I approached the altar and picked up the book without hesitation. Since it is a demon whose power is so weakened, simply picking it up can’t do any harm.
The cover of the book was lined with unknown letters. According to the setting, it was written in the devil’s language, but I didn’t really want to read it, so I thought it was something written and passed it over.
Instead, he took out the item he had been waiting for to drop while beating the priests and paladins from his waist pocket.
These were the pieces of the devil’s flesh that had been scattered throughout the cave.
The overall color would be very red, and sometimes I even wriggled on my own in a bad mood. It felt similar to the raw liver of an animal I saw on the Internet one day.
‘I don’t think raw liver wriggles by itself.’
With a small grumble, he placed a piece of demon flesh on the book, and the book slowly absorbed it. It should be said that it is a process in which the two merge and return to their original form.
The second flesh was the same. The book writhed and sucked up the flesh I touched, and stopped moving when the absorption was over. The color of the cover was slightly redder than the first.
That’s it. I closed the book and put it in the bag I brought. Now, before returning to the Knights, he only had to pack one more item.
‘I must have gone up about 2 levels, right?’
I calculated the experience gained so far for a while. Probably, the experience points given by the headless ironclad cavalry would have risen enough by about 2 levels.
If that doesn’t work, there’s a way to return to the guild and then go back to leveling for a while.
When I came out, I had to crawl through the same gap. That door didn’t have a handle because it wasn’t built for entry and exit in the first place.
When I got up, the dead who were walking around looked at me with their rotten eyes. But he didn’t try to attack me like before.
It was because of the book I was holding.
They were all resurrected as dead with the flesh of the devil, so of course there was no way they would attack me holding the book containing the devil himself.
And I don’t feel strong divine power either. Just think of it as a devil worshiper carrying a book to break the seal.
I stared blankly at the crowds of dead around me, then turned to the other side of the road. In this situation, they are no different from punching bags, but I didn’t want to take the risk and catch them.
If you’re unlucky, one more piece of flesh can be absorbed into the book.
In a situation where I’m holding a book, even if I kill them, the flesh doesn’t fall as a drop item, but is absorbed directly into the book, so my strategy will be completely twisted.
Besides, before they dropped the flesh, they were resurrected even if they were killed, so even the efficiency of their experience points was sh*t. Was it 2 or 3 experience gained when killing once based on the 1st round?
Even at my miserable level, it was a waste of time to catch that. If there is a more efficient leveling place than here, it is widely spread.
‘It’s not a good balance.’
The road was winding. There were quite a few dead on the way, but they all just stared blankly at me and didn’t do anything.
It must have been how long it had been since I walked away without hesitation by kicking the guys blocking my way out of the way, and the end was in sight. It was a dead end.
‘The corpse… … I see.’
In front of it, a parched skeleton leaned against the wall, lying dead. In the past, he was one of the priests sent here from the Holy Land to subdue demons.
His attire was a little more flashy, and unlike other priests, his corpse did not stand up as a dead man, but he was dead, so it was assumed by users that he must have been a very powerful priest.
He approached Baekgol and carefully rummaged through his clothes. Something sharp was caught near the waist. picked it up
What I held in my hand was an ordinary-looking dagger.
A dagger refined with divine power that has not rusted at all and remains sharp even after many years have passed. In the game, the modifier ‘blessed’ would be added to this.
‘I guess you can hear it too. Even if I swing it now, I probably won’t be able to use my power.’
He carefully carried it in his arms. If the book with the devil was the key item to lure the lord, then this dagger was the key item to deal with the lord.
There was nothing more to see here.
Just like when I came, I kicked the dead who didn’t do anything while staring blankly at me, and when I walked out for a long time, the surroundings were completely dark.
He raised a torch and illuminated all directions as he approached the horse. The horse was quietly tied to a tree, and when it saw me, it made a sound, hee-hing. I stroked his mane once, unfastened the bag and tied it to the saddle.
It was time to return to the Templars and kill the lord.
In a room decorated with all sorts of sacred items, a woman woke up.
There was no light source in the room, but the light of the full moon streamed in through the stained glass made using an entire wall, illuminating the room at all, so it wasn’t dark at all.
The woman got up and approached the window, quietly putting her hands together in front of her chest. The divine power of yellow and white mixed colors came to mind in my interlocked hands.
How long after that power appeared, the door burst open. It was a woman with a single smile on her face.
“What did you call for, His Holiness the Pope?”
“The devil’s seal has been broken.”
“Oh.”
The woman covered her mouth with her right hand as if surprised to hear the words of the being she called the Holy Father. But it was never a sincere expression. It seemed like he was just pretending to be surprised.
“Where was the seal? Everything that exists in our Holy Land is strictly managed… … It must belong to the empire, right?”
“Yes that’s right.”
“Can we go catch the guy who broke the seal? Or subdue that demon?”
The being called the Holy Father shook his head slightly.
“You don’t have to. Because there is light there too.”
“Light… … well, well I couldn’t trust her.”
“A woman with a holy sword. The devil won’t even be an opponent. Stop worrying.”
“I guess so. Even if his personality is a bit of an asshole, he’s a holy sword holder. So, if you’re not going to catch the one who broke the seal right away, or go to subdue the devil, why did you call me?”
“I just wanted to convey the facts. It’s a fact that I only realized now that the seal has been lifted, but the demon’s power is greatly weakened. Even our apprentice nuns can defeat that demon very easily.”
“Even so, it means nothing to the people of the Empire, right? Even if you say you’re weak, if you don’t have faith, you’ll never be able to kill the devil. It would be nice if you didn’t go out and give the devil some strength.”
The Pope nodded. Her wavy blonde hair, which hung down to the floor, made golden waves.
“Then I’ll just tell the kids. I’m not going to be in a crusade with the devil, but there’s a chance, so train harder than usual. Is that enough?”
“Yes, that’s enough.”
Upon hearing the pope’s answer, the woman, who was about to turn around and go out the door, exclaimed, “Ah!” as if remembering something she had forgotten. He made a sound and turned around.
“His Holiness the Pope. Can I ask you one more question?”
“As much as you like.”
“If I had to leave later to start the crusade, what would the guy who broke the demon seal do?”
The green eyes floated thinly. Those eyes were shining with very cruel emotions. Terrible sadism gleamed in his green pupils.
“You do as you please. I will not interfere, Inquisitor.”
“I am willing to.”
The woman called the Inquisitor for Heresy left the room with a broad smile and a light bow of her head. The pope stared at the closed door, then turned to look through the stained glass.
“His Holiness the Pope. Just one more thing.”
Exactly, I tried to turn it. That would be if the Heretic Judge from earlier hadn’t suddenly opened the door and poked his head out of nowhere.
I can’t believe I’m meeting the Pope, and I can’t believe I’m annoyed by his frivolous attitude and tone, but the Pope opened his mouth softly with a calm and lithe tone.
“What more do you have left?”
“Doesn’t it need to be said to the Pope of the Moon?”
Hearing that question, the pope glanced at the full moonlight shining through the stained glass.
“It’s okay if you don’t.”
There was a very round full moon in the sky.
“Because it is the night of the full moon.”