Chapter 9 – 09. No Way Home (9)
“Consciousness?”
“…It’s all over…”
Kwasik!!!
As soon as he finishes speaking, a hammer flies out and blows the priest’s head off. Clark, with black skin and blond hair, is running towards here covered in blood and flesh, even as blood and brains are splashing. No, Clark is now almost soaked in blood.
The archbishop clicked his tongue, wondering if he had managed to overcome all those troops.
I heard he can’t even use magic.
Inquisitor Adele Adrian.
He tried to kill it himself, but is it true that a lion’s cub is also a lion? Although he cannot even use magic, he is a skilled warrior and moves like a knight, wiping out numerous paladins and priests.
In addition, as proof that he was a heretic, he made a contract with a monster and even ‘ministered’ that monster, a clear appearance of a heretic.
Naturally, that monster is not usually dangerous.
Kikimora Anna.
House elf.
And the Dawn Bringer family, and especially the existence of Anna, a monster who had served Clark.
Even though she was a monster, the being that knew how to use her human magic was extremely threatening to her, and tried to capture her, but those who tried to capture her died, and she disappeared.
If a fairy and a powerful wizard decided to hide, no one would find them. He even couldn’t find his collaborator, Ralph Whatley, and even asked Medea for help, but all he got in return was a cold sneer.
-Missing a bug like that doesn’t mean your work will get in trouble. Moreover, they can’t capture what Marcus taught them directly and what his son raised. It’s probably because you guys are so talented.
-Give up, you can’t catch a wizard of that level and a fairy.
-You can do it!
-…? What are you talking about? I just made up a justification, so why am I bothering to hold on to that?
-This blasphemous-
Don’t miss it!!
The answer came with lightning.
After one of the priests was reduced to dust without a trace, he decided not to question Medea any more about it. No matter how much you sell God’s name, it doesn’t work on someone who is blatantly crazy. In fact, I had to get it even if it meant bargaining for something more.
A monster with blue eyes whose arcane energy is swirling as it shoots out magical power. A monster dressed as a maid who, despite being human, possesses magical energy and rotates the arcane energy of the magic circuit.
And with him, Yongin is watching behind him.
A monster that appears to be holding a bastard sword or halberd and emitting fire and lightning.
And-
The monster with golden eyes and covered in blood retrieved the hammer, caught the flying hammer with his hand, and the Archbishop spoke to Clark.
“You are too late, Geumtaeyang. Your father is no longer from this world.”
“…”
The warriors captured by Solias.
Gawain of Camelot.
Elizabeth of Frisia.
Alicia of Elvenheim.
Hero Kogan of Underground Dverg.
Lorraine of Magia –
No, Geumtaeyang.
Lorraine was just a bonus. In fact, only the justification that Clark disobeyed the ‘legitimate’ oracle’s foresight was important. And that was enough justification to kill Clark. Naturally, the demon king Cassandra became a hero as ordered by the goddess.
Even a thousand deaths was not enough for the crime of being a reactionary who tried to defy God, of directly disobeying orders to kill monsters and forcibly reverse-summoning high priests and members of God’s household.
Clark – Dawn Bringer.
This wicked and impious man.
And, the transcendent.
Naturally, he was someone who would have to be killed by the church once his use was over, and he grew up at an unusually fast rate at the age of 15, so the church and the gods kept an eye on him.
The immortals were wary of the ‘blasphemousness’ of mortals, and that disrespect manifested itself as ‘strength’.
The gods were sad.
The gods were angry.
People who refuse their guidance and their ‘protection’.
And among those mixed with human blood, the most profane was Gilgamesh of Uruk.
He was strong, powerful enough to defeat even the Bull of Heaven and bounce off the curse of Enkidu, who helped him, and that is why the gods were wary of the Uruk Empire and cursed and hated him, but that wrathful half-blood was like that. As if laughing at the gods, he did not stop ‘faith’, but mercilessly ‘martyred’ those who tried to ‘punish’ him through it.
It was a tragedy.
It was a terrible thing.
Even after seeing so many believers being ‘martyred’ at his hands, he is so strong that he can’t do anything.
A task to prevent powerful transcendents from appearing and to place them under the control of God. Already a powerful transcendent, Gilgamesh is a half-blood who has completely twisted the gods’ intentions and established his own ’empire’.
The Uruk Empire was established, and it was a long time before the gods completely dominated mankind. Gilgamesh, a heretic who twisted God’s ‘must be perfect’ wisdom.
But he was too strong, and now he has to twist it again.
If it doesn’t work here, I’ll bring it from the ‘other world’.
Hehe, you ruined a house, lost his father, and were abandoned by your fiancée in exchange for saving a child – and a wizard abandoned by Magia. And an idiot who can’t even use magic. Death suits you.
“Die and become a martyr to honor God’s name!”
“You brat is so proud that you want to chase me, it’s almost ridiculous.”
Kwaaaaa!!!
The baton and hammer collide.
And before the baton collapses and tries to run away-
“…!!”
The sanctuary is being sucked in.
With a hammer.
And until the moment when the collar was grabbed and the neck was broken by the hand holding the collar. A surprisingly quick period of time.
It took less than 10 seconds.
Until the moment my neck was broken – it was only then that I remembered.
This child is the one who survived after killing the Demon King.
“Uuuuu of… You bastard.
An archbishop whose name I don’t even want to remember dies.
If you ask me how I knew he was an archbishop, of course it was because his attire was much more flashy than that of other priests. And the decorations on my body are me, the archbishop! He was focused on dressing up and decorating himself, as if he was insisting on doing something.
What religious bastards wear so many fancy decorations?
In that sense, I agree with Dick.
Wealth is not necessary to enlighten and lead people’s hearts. You just need character, speaking skills, and the strength to keep that character and keep what you say.
In that sense, these are the bread and butter for religious people.
Since my wife says she would do better than this, it seems like she also has a religious person, but that’s really none of my business.
There’s really nothing more annoying than meddling in someone else’s love life.
And the hammer that smashed the archbishop’s head.
The hammer that absorbed the sanctuaries was shining golden. Now that all 500 or more troops are dead, the only ones left are the wizards.
And even if they all come at you, all you have to do is run away.
And I look at my father chained to the altar.
Chains and bleached white hair.
Perhaps it was an aftereffect of consciousness, but a strange energy was felt in my father’s body. I don’t know what these bastards did. However, before I could reach my father, Anna caught me. And Lucy blocks the way.
“Anna, Lucy, what’s wrong?”
“You must not approach me, master.”
“Dangerous. And…Dirty.”
What now-
And before I even got angry-
Lucy immediately raises her halberd and strikes it at her father.
But-
Kwaaaaa!!!
“Kukkkk…”
And then, my father’s eyes opened.
My father’s eyes, which were full of kindness and kindness that should not exist anywhere in the world, were full of madness, and the black masturbation and golden eyes were suddenly stained red.
Lucy’s halberd is blocked, and an explosion follows immediately after.
Not the magic my father used, but a completely different kind.
Fire and darkness.
And soon after, dead bodies with their necks broken next to them begin to stand up, grotesquely distorted and rising from the dead.
Even after taking the blast, Lucy wasn’t seriously hurt.
The reason it’s related to fire in the first place is because Lucy rarely gets hurt.
It has strong resistance, but of course, that doesn’t mean it can’t get hurt.
It was my father’s magic power, but the magic color was tinged with a different color, and it seemed as if a completely different person was taking control of my body.
And I know what this is.
And the stigmata engraved on my father’s body, the traces of those stigmata, were holding the soul, and those souls were not just one.
Because it’s not from this world either.
It was only after I learned that it was a magic technique that forcibly bound things that do not mix together, like water and oil, in this place, I was able to understand what they had done to my father’s body.
“…Master!!”
Kwaaaaa!!!
And then, he hits the hammer.
Naturally, the hammer full of sanctuaries instantly purified and pulverized the body of the dead priest who stood in my way, and it is a hammer that has continued to kill priests, paladins, and inquisitors until now, absorbing their power and accumulating it. The ‘Passa’s nature’ is sufficient, and no matter how many undead block my path, I have the confidence to kill them.
No, it can be returned to nothing.
However, it is bait.
Soon after, a swordsman wearing armor that looked like he was wearing armor mainly used by the Yamatai people on the Chiu Continent opened the space and stabbed me with a sword. And I parry it by flicking it away with the studded gloves on my hands.
This is the parry method I learned from Dick.
Parry the blade to take advantage of the enemy, then throw the hammer upward and blow off the enemy’s head.
Of course, even though his head flew off, he was aiming at me accurately, but he gathered the holy energy he had absorbed from the hammer into his fist and struck his chest, spraying the energy so that it reached the guy occupying my father’s body behind him.
Of course, he had already pulled out, and only a piece of wood was left in his place.
And I knew what kind of bastard it was that had taken up residence in my father’s body.
“Hoo, are you sure you were targeting me, blood clot? Normally, you wouldn’t think of doing something like that… Huh!?”
Kwazijik!!
The hammer rotates and flies, and the person floating above plummets to the ground along with the armor that was protecting his back. It settles in my father’s body, and before it can further settle in and use its original power, my father…
…
I have to make my father comfortable.
My father is a wizard who uses the power of the sun, just like me.
Naturally, I won’t be able to use that power properly yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
He blocked the attack, surprise attack, and Lucy’s surprise attack just now, and calmly blocked my attack with the armor that was protecting him, and now he’s getting up again. A wizard who appears with priests constantly resurrecting around him and corpses rising, and who tears off their armor and turns them into his puppets.
Should I call this magic?
A literal puppet used in Yamatai.
And it is a magic system also called Ninjutsu and Onmyojutsu.
By drawing a seal with blood, you immediately summon a summoned beast.
Black snake.
An eight-headed snake destroys a building, and a bird appears along with the giant snake pouring out. Beating the giant snake’s head with a hammer, Lucy flies against the phoenix, spreading her wings and flying towards the bird burning with the halberd’s ax blade.
It falls apart.
The black snake barks its head again and again and moves forward.
And soon after, Anna steps forward.
Inside Anna’s staff, a secret weapon that can be used ‘only once’ appears.
A secret technique that can be used by exchanging all of Anna’s magical power just once.
And it was said to be used only in a truly emergency, and Anna seems to have decided that now is the time.
The heads of all eight snakes are cut off.
Suddenly-!!
“…!!”
“Master, now!”
And Anna drinks the elixir that restores her magical power.
He frowns as if the taste is bad, and takes a step back. A firebird comes after Anna, and Lucy rips off the bird’s wings.
Kyaaaaah!!!
“I can’t go.”
Lucy stomps a bird threatening Anna, and I quickly blast her body and run towards him.
And the severed head of the snake collapses.
The road opens. And then, once the path opens – I climb over the snake’s body and try to cast a spell from behind, but then change the spell right away.
Although this is a language and spell I have never heard before, I can change the form of the magic depending on how far it progresses from its initial manifestation.
If the words can continue even if you remove the various rhetorical phrases in the middle, the same goes for magic.
I will kill you now.
I will kill you.
I will definitely kill you in 5 seconds.
It’s like the magic works this way.
Of course, since I couldn’t cast the magic like, “I’m going to kill you right now,” Hammer’s Soul Eater ability was enough to eat up the magic, and soon after, when he saw my quick movement, he got scared and tried to back away, but it was already too late…
No.
Taaaaang!!!
“…Kuhuh?…”
And then, something shoots out from my hand.
Of course it passed by shaking my head, and of course it didn’t pierce my head, but it ate into my flesh at a high speed, very fast, and made my head vibrate.
In my hand, a small barbed wire.
And with his father’s face, he even shows a mean smile. And that iron object was full of divinity, which intuitively led me to believe that God had directly intervened and opened a door to another world in this world. And just passing by gave a tremendous sense of helplessness to my body, which was already close to its limit, as well as stopping the rotation of the magic circuit in my body, causing extreme fatigue to my body, and forcing me to kneel.
Ah-
And, the snake that had fallen, and the bird with its wings torn off were holding on to Anna and Lucy, and in that split second, a stream of flames shot towards me.
“Master!!!”
“…Clarke!!! No!!”
Anna, Lucy.
The urgent screams of those two echo.
Ah-
…
Will I die here?
…
And I see the image of Nia still on my waist.
Why aren’t you running away, Nia?
Flames approaching at any moment.
A fire pours out that will burn everything in the world.
And this is ‘Sun Flame’.
Father’s main force.
In that short period of time, did he interpret the magic technology in his father’s body and interpret it in his own way?
I may not know it, but it is clear that the person who took over that body and the person who took over my father’s body were so-called wizards and sorcerers.
And this moment when death approaches.
I am from my father’s body –
I felt endless hunger.
