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Some collapse from exhaustion, some cover their faces with towels and are breathing heavily, and some look around with venomous eyes or clenched their fists and shake their buttocks. It doesn’t care even if blood drips from the torn skin. I’m so excited that I can’t feel any pain. These guys have just been through hell. But it’s strange. No one is scared. In fact, it is calmer than when you are in the square. In the heightened atmosphere, believers burn quietly like skilled soldiers. I thought that after taking the entrance exam, many people would get scared and run away, or give up their empty dreams and lose their fighting spirit. However, even though they witnessed the end of the eliminated contestants and almost died, they regained their will to fight. There was no sign of hesitation in his venomous eyes.
It’s not because I’m excited.
It was the same even as time passed.
No matter how much compensation you are given, isn’t it the same as gambling with your life?
Yet, you accept the barbaric and cruel reality and wait for the next test.
“hmm. also.”
The purpose of the test is not just to find combatants.
The ordeal itself is training.
Anyone who passes this ordeal will become a cult member who worships the devil.
“Whoa, haha. “I feel like my back will break.”
A man who had fainted while lying on a bed in the waiting room woke up. When he lowered the towel covering his face, I noticed that the scars on his face had turned into hardened scars over the years. It didn’t look like the wound that had occurred only an hour ago. Although Dalby cheered him up, it did not heal his wounds.
I looked closely at his wounds. When he came up the stairs, his skin was full of big and small scratches, as if he had been cut with a razor. It was a wound that would take him several days to recover. But now he woke up fine, and his small wound was gone.
“Already.”
I turned my attention to the wounded.
“It’s affecting me.”
The wound is healing.
It is an unnatural recovery.
“mister. I said that my cousin’s friend, something, was a violent priest. “Is the entrance test really this shitty?”
“I don’t know because you didn’t tell me in detail. But now that I think about it, I understand. “The nonsense about finding the light that guy was talking about.”
“… “You found the light?”
He whispered softly.
“Confucius. I think I’ve realized something now. In the midst of the attacks of demons… I had to endure it alone. So did everyone else. If I didn’t want to die, I had no choice but to kill. But, I… The fog in my head seemed to lift for a moment as I plunged the broken dagger into the guy who was chewing on my finger. Violence is still scary. But I don’t think it’s unnecessary. Isn’t it? The Impersonator killed my mother, Solgar trampled my life, and both fell to Reinberg’s greatness. Isn’t it the same for Confucius and His Majesty Reinberg? Achieving glory ultimately comes down to violence, and violence… … .”
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
“… Oh, sorry. It was a long talk. just… I am… I feel like I don’t know anything… … .”
I closed my eyes and raised my head.
Then he covered his face with his hands and slowly opened his eyes.
I watched them through the gaps between my fingers so as not to be noticed.
It seemed.
Malice was planted.
The man has changed.
Everyone has changed.
The eyes of suffering reflect sin.
Red eyes are watching.
The devil’s malice was implanted in their hearts.
It is the same symptom as Melkaran. Melkaran, where evil people who deviated from common sense gathered, was influenced by the Black Knight and the Black Sun. The same goes for violent criminals. These people are also slowly being assimilated into the power of the devil. They despise human reason and knowledge and are tainted by the low-level violence of the survival of the strong. Transforming one’s body into something grotesque like a giant or recovering from wounds is also the power of the devil.
Violent leader.
The one at the top of the cult of violence.
“He must not be an easy guy.”
Considering the explosive increase in the number of followers of violent religions, this guy must be a strong devil.
It’s clearing!
Dalbi looked around at the people with a disapproving look and pounded the ground with his hoof.
I was the only one not affected by the devil. It must be Dalbi’s power. What to do became clear.
If you kill the source of malice, as in Melkaran, any traces of the violent cult will slowly disappear.
* * *
There were only a few teams where all three survived.
Those who lost their team members filled in their numbers again and formed a team of three.
And each team was assigned a room. The facilities weren’t bad. There were three clean beds and, if desired, food and water available at any time by men wearing white priestly robes. Having passed the entrance exam, we were now apprentice priests.
I stayed overnight and in the morning I heard from the guide priest about the next test.
The next test is a test of struggle.
You just have to fight and win against a designated opponent in the arena on the 4th floor.
The match is one-on-one.
The opponent faces the team that submitted the challenge.
The winner moves up. The loser falls through the entrance door.
Game time is 10 minutes. If all given time is used up, both are eliminated.
The fighters had to win the match quickly.
Although it was a team game, there were some unusual rules.
Even if two team members lose, the winner can advance to the bracket just by finding another team member.
So priests also participate. This is because the three winners of the test of struggle are qualified to become bishops. It was said that the number of priests who failed the test of struggle was the greatest. They strengthened their power and waited for every opportunity. In fact, there were no cases where the believers who first passed through the entrance gate became the winners of the tournament. The friendly guide, the priest, boasted that he had made it to the final team.
Because it was a unique rule, expedients were possible.
However, it was said that intermediate transfer was also a privilege of the strong.
After hearing the entire explanation, I crossed my arms and pursed my lips.
I had to choose one of two paths.
Championship? It’s easy.
If it’s an easy way.
All you have to do is wait until there is a runner-up and then piggyback on the team that will face you in the finals.
Even if all three are alive, making one of them incapable of combat is the end. If two people rebel, you can go out alone and win. It’s a really easy way.
The remaining method is cumbersome. The red-haired boy has enough power to win. The problem is Mr. Farmer. It would be easy for him to die or drop through the entrance door, but such unnecessary evil deeds are unnecessary. Or, let him narrowly survive until the finals. This is the most annoying method. It would be nice if he gave up, left the team, and was satisfied with his position as a priest.
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“no. Confucius. I can do it. If I go just a little further, a little further forward, I think I will gain enlightenment. please. “I can do it.”
Again he refused.
It has already reached the point where it is unable to make normal decisions due to being tainted by the power of the devil.
While I was pondering, I made a decision based on Lanistar’s advice that suddenly came to mind.
“If you’re confused, choose the difficult one. “Enlightenment comes from suffering.”
The game ‘Raising a Man’ has begun.
* * *
Test of struggle.
The tournament has begun.
I thought the Temple of Violence was just a Colosseum in appearance, but its internal function was the same.
When we went up to the 4th floor, there was a huge internal stadium. Participants were also able to watch the game from the audience. The heat in the stadium was brutal. Even the worst hooligans are angels compared to these people. Everyone shouted for death and cheered every time a player was injured. Gambling was also allowed, and stakes were exchanged over who would predict the winner. These guys didn’t seem to think that the place they belonged to was a ‘church’. Would the pirate hideout of the Southern Islands be comparable to the madness of this place?
I watched the first match and figured out the level.
It’s sloppy. At best, it is a fight between priests. If it were me, I could kill them all in one blow.
But you have a hundred percent chance.
Die.
“The winner is Besilonu! The loser is incapable of combat and is not even allowed to enter the hall! thus! You will be judged as weak and will be judged by the religious leader!”
The defeated man had been pierced through the abdomen with a spear several times and seemed to have no hope of survival. He cried out desperately, clutching his stomach as his blood and intestines spewed out.
“There is still more to fight. please! “Give me another chance!”
thud!
It was then.
The ceiling shook.
I followed my instinct and increased my strength.
Something unpleasant is coming.
Quang!
His body was shattered. The stadium was littered with bones and flesh.
The human body exploded like a balloon bursting.
It looks like it exploded on its own even though it wasn’t attacked in any way.
“Almighty violent cult leader! Cult leader! Cult leader!”
In response to the shocking sight, the believers cheered and chanted for their religious leader.
It was said to be the judgment of the religious leader.
Everyone didn’t see it.
But I saw the dog’s eyes.
A strange force penetrated the ceiling and struck like a thunderbolt, crushing the author’s body.
“Can we stop it?”
If that attack landed on my head.
It was a little creepy, but along with it, the martial spirit of a martial artist arose.
The madness of the Lanistas is never surpassed by these people.
Actually, it’s just different.
The violence of violent religions.
The radish of the martial arts people.
Worship may be the same.
But there is a big difference.
“I want to fight. hurry.”
I did not respect the power of the cult leader like the believers did.
I just wanted to check.
Is he strong or am I strong?
I clenched my fists and suddenly realized what I was doing and frowned.
“I was trained.”
If you do this, you’re no different from a Lannistar.
Food!
The identity of the building seen in the square that was spitting out flesh and blood was revealed. The crushed body was thrown straight out the window without any courtesy to the deceased. Every time I threw a piece of flesh with the shovel, it made an unpleasant sound.
The first game is over.
Four people died, and ten people fell through the entrance door.
After an hour, the remaining rounds of 16 will be played.
The bracket came out quickly.
Unfortunately for the first runner.
He was a farmer.
* * *
Before going to war, a fighter could choose one of a number of weapons, albeit crude ones. He followed the man to the armory and recommended other weapons to the man who was trying to choose a sword and shield.
“Lift the baton.”
“yes?”
“Raise the baton.”
There wasn’t much time left. It is a short time, an hour at most. In the meantime, you can’t even teach them how to hold and swing a sword, let alone how to fight. So I have to tell him the best way.
“What kind of prosecutor is a farmer? Man, aren’t you tired of hoeing? Pick up the bong. “It’s familiar to your hands.”
“Well, the fields have been plowed for decades… … . But what good is hoeing when you’re going to fight? “You need a shield to protect yourself, and a sword to stab your opponent!”
“Where are you talking back?”
“No, Confucius… … .”
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