197 – Orphan Maker
Although many things have changed since the past, there are some things that have not changed over time.
One of them is the purification ritual of religious believers. Although 500 years ago was a long time ago, Lucia clearly remembered that time.
It was because I experienced it firsthand. The world was divided into two sides fighting, and it was so natural that friends and enemies were dying without any reason, so people suffered from the anxiety of not knowing when they would die and at the same time had to raise the blade to protect themselves.
Because I was hungry, it was natural to steal.
In order not to have it stolen, everyone carried at least one blade in their pocket.
In the face of a life-threatening crisis, morality took a backseat. God prefers harmony, so he created the feeling of consideration in mankind, but it must have been terrible that even the religious people who preach God’s teachings are merciless towards traitors.
The demons were just killed, but the betrayer was not just killed.
Everyone, regardless of gender or race, was stoned or beaten. They used the screams of apostates as music and danced around the purifying flames that burned them alive.
A barbaric festival fit for a barbaric era!
It was truly a festival for those who considered demons as their enemies!
And now, Lucia thought that the age of barbarism had descended again. I was skeptical because Siron, who always killed the damn bastard, would only break his fingers, but as expected, Siron did not betray my expectations.
Grumble!
“Keueeek!!”
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The slave of the apostle bound on the cross,
A hot flame purifying him!
Indeed, as expected, heresy inquisitions that had only been seen in the past were being recreated in the Colosseum.
“I’d rather kill you!!!”
“I am careful not to kill people unnecessarily. I am sorry.”
Siron spoke confidently while looking at the burning cross. Meanwhile, he was stretching his hands forward, and his body was recovering faster than the speed at which the flames were burning Varian’s body.
It’s literally a situation where you can’t die. Several hours have passed since Varian gave up his polite tone and started swearing. Where is that? The miracle of not being able to die even if one bit one’s tongue in an attempt to kill oneself was achieved in real time, and it was truly the moment of the second coming of the Messiah where the Bible was rewritten.
“What bullsh*t are you talking about? Kill me! Please kill me!”
“You are the stooge of the apostle, the stooge of the demon god.”
“No, Shibaal! I’m an apostle and I don’t know anything!!!”
“It’s not important whether you know it or not. If you don’t know it, will your sins be forgiven? The God I know will never say so…”
“aaa!!!”
“Interrupting someone mid-sentence, where on earth did you learn this bad habit? Did the apostle tell you to do that?”
Siron used mana to make the flame bigger. The fire that was only burning the lower body soon soared up to Varian’s chest, and the pain Varian felt doubled.
The required sacred power was also doubled, but it was not a problem for Siron at all. Siron’s divine power, aided by the Holy Sword and Latera, was so great that it would not be strange to call it ‘unrivaled’.
“Even if it’s like this? Even if it’s like this, it won’t come out? Huh?”
Shiron left behind Varian, who could no longer speak and only screamed, and shouted to the sky.
There were no memorial songs to honor those who were sacrificed by the apostate, and no prayers to ward off demons, but whatever. The important thing was that today the clouds with a gap in the middle looked like a huge eye. Isn’t this truly a hero who declared war on the demon god?
“Didn’t you care about this guy? Don’t you have the slightest sympathy for the apostles? Your comrade is going through a difficult situation, so why don’t you lend a helping hand? Is this their justice? Shame on you!”
Exaggerated gestures.
A cry that shakes the heavens and earth.
It wasn’t just Siron who was intoxicated by the atmosphere. Luciana Seira only felt nostalgia for 500 years ago, but the little angel standing next to Siron felt a slight sense of dizziness as she watched the scene from the Bible reenacted.
Tiring!
Tiring! Tiring!
It wasn’t just Siron’s coolness that drove Latera crazy. Latera gazed above Siron’s head at the beautiful, clear sound coming from outside her field of vision.
[Apostate Grilled Whole Chef]
[An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth]
[The essence of provocation]
[A warrior who does not overlook injustice]
[The warrior hides mercy]
Translucent square picture frames appeared one after another above Siron’s head.
‘The warrior’s soul has become more excellent…’
Latera secretly wiped the tears from her eyes. This is the action of a warrior who saves the world. The resentment of not being able to participate in the last two apostle subjugations was unleashed.
Although she claims to be the warrior’s best friend and guardian angel, Latera is the youngest of the warrior’s group and the one who came in late. It wasn’t that I was paying attention to that point, but the fact that I wasn’t able to contribute during the last two subjugations gave rise to a sense of indebtedness to Shiron.
‘A little bit ahead. Just a little more…’
Latera narrowed her eyes and looked at how many penalty points Siron had.
[134…]
[123…]
[97…]
‘Reset is coming soon.’
Latera swallowed her saliva and held on to her pounding heart.
Resetting the penalty points did not immediately make a big difference, but it was one of the processes that Latera had to go through in order to become an archangel.
The number of blessings that can be granted to the soul increases. The quality of blessings that can be used increases. The size of the soul increases… That didn’t matter at all. It is shameful to reveal one’s personal desires in front of a cause…
Maybe Latera… might be more selfish than she thought.
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“…How can it be so heinous and cruel?”
The demonic realm, the temple above the other world.
Temple keeper Corax clenched his fists at the horrors reported from the other side of the world. It was a cheap provocation that would be useless if he didn’t respond from this side, but since he was born a warlike dwarf, provocation with a hostage has become an effective means.
Corax, who couldn’t bear to see the horror to the end, closed his eyes.
“…Are you sure you’re a hero? Aren’t warriors singers of love and peace!”
Corax shouted, remembering his days as a dwarf.
Varian, an elf who could not die even while being burned, was the opportunity for Corax to become an apostle. If it wasn’t for that, he wouldn’t have betrayed humanity, so he felt a great sense of betrayal at Shiron’s careless actions.
The first incarnation made from the remains of loved ones. It was Corax who swore to live for the sake of the god for the rest of his life, but seeing the horrors, he wanted to break the Lord’s command and run away.
“I can’t believe it either, but that’s a warrior.”
Jagannatha shook her head in response to Corax’s question.
“That cold, shining sword was held by that hero. As you know, only a hero can wield a holy sword.”
“Wasn’t what the girl in red was holding a holy sword?”
“It’s not a holy sword. We didn’t feel any holy power, so something like that can’t kill us.”
“That’s not a holy sword… Then what is a holy sword…”
“Don’t get upset and stay focused. If you fall for the provocation, their will will be done. Won’t the incarnation be completed soon?”
Jagannatha caressed the incarnation, which was almost at its final stage. After destroying the two Avatars, he was helping Corax create the Avatar.
A masterpiece combining the power of the 7 Apostles, Buyeo, and the power of the 1st Apostle, Destruction, revealed its grandeur in front of the two.
It was heavy armor. However, there was something different from the incarnations that had been made so far.
The Armor of the God of Decay was also an incarnation, but the one in front of them was smaller than that. Height is about 3 meters. The Golden Giant was 20 meters tall, and the Armor of the God of Decay and the Lord of the Land of the Dead were 6 to 10 meters tall, so their sizes were clearly different from the incarnations that Corax alone had made.
However, this was the result of thorough learning and revision. Hwashins that are too large are prone to creating areas of blood. It might be a war that seeks mass destruction. This was the result of the two’s common idea that it would be right to reduce the size in a 1v1 battle.
“But, wouldn’t it be okay to take a test drive?”
I thought about reducing the size even further, but I couldn’t because of one remaining condition. Jagannatha separated the elbow part of the armor.
“No, there is no time. If we continue like that, my Varian might die.”
“I think it’s too dangerous to say that. It’s okay to say this, but isn’t it the Avatar? The opponent is a hero. He has the power to kill not only the Avatar, but us as well. And…”
“It’s not something you want to understand from others.”
Corax cut off Jagannatha’s horse. In the past, he would have been furious at insulting incarnations, but over the past days, he has helped a lot in creating incarnations. Even now, with Corax appearing like this, helping her put on the armor, she couldn’t brazenly lose her temper.
“Besides… the voice of the Lord is calling me. Now is the best time, there is no better time.”
“…I see.”
Jaganatha nodded. It seemed like a meaningless action because he had no head, but the angle of the floating ring above his shoulder tilted 90 degrees.
“Then may I ask you one last question?”
“what?”
“The name. It’s a masterpiece that we put together together, but I wanted to at least keep the name.”
Corax snorted at Jagannatha’s words. He grabbed the golden hammer and swung it wildly.
“…It’s called Goa making machine.”
Corax grins.
Jagannatha chuckled at the unexpected joke.
“May God’s glory be with you.”
Jagannatha blessed the Goa making machine.
I don’t get it.