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“I’ll cut your throat right away, kid!”
“If you had met me, you would have been dead a long time ago! “You bastard!”
Passed the test of struggle. When three believers who were not priests passed the test, violent priests hurled insults and curses at them. The man was despondent amid dozens of people’s criticism, and Goun tried to ignore it, but I just couldn’t stand it.
“That’s terrible. I remembered everything. “I will crush every joint of your toes.”
I responded like a mad dog and glared at their faces. Those who actually made eye contact kept their mouths shut and avoided eye contact. Avoid poop because it is dirty. But I’m willing to get my hands dirty.
“f*ck you guys.”
“haha. The teacher is really great. “Even in the back alleys of Behen, where I grew up, it’s rare to find someone as foul-tempered as you.”
I don’t have a dirty personality. He is a pacifist who enjoys drinking Aronia shakes.
However, we had no choice but to adapt to this dirty world.
The three winners were immediately promoted to the clan level. As the tightly closed red door opened, a dark staircase greeted me. Only the soft light from the candles lit closely on the left and right walls illuminates the stairs. Even though the sun has not set yet, it is as dark as night. The two people swallow their saliva with nervous faces in the solemn and eerie atmosphere. I also frowned and felt frustrated. It’s pressed down. An ominous and unpleasant force is pouring in from all directions.
“God bless you against violence, ascend to heaven, believers.”
The skinny priest who guided me here smiled faintly at the bottom of the stairs. I gave him my middle finger and went up the stairs. I led the way up the stairs and the two people followed.
We’ve been fighting constantly for the past few days.
Both on and off the field.
Violence was familiar.
To begin with, I have memories of living in a destroyed world. The temple of violence is only a miniature version. It was similar to Melkaran. It just makes me remember the time when I was trying to sleep inside the intestines of a monster.
However, the inhumane tests carried out in the temple of violence, it was impossible to guess what kind of unbelievable evil lurked in this test just by hearing the name ‘Layer of the Blood Pledge’.
When I finally climbed the short and long stairs.
We ended up standing on stage.
It was reminiscent of an opera house. There are spectators below the stage, and on high platforms on all sides, what are expected to be violent bishops and cardinals radiating strong devil energy are sitting there, looking at us with expectant eyes. This was the stage. We are actors who will entertain them. It was quieter than downstairs, but the madness that raged was even worse. I saw the face of a devil hidden behind a human face. Cheonan Tong saw right through. Priests above the level of violent religious bishops are either humans or demons, or those who were born as humans and transformed into demons. From the coastal city of Sterram to Melkaran, I have faced many demons.
Among them, there was a devil who sowed sin like the Black Knight and had a huge influence on humans. But I have never seen the power of a devil that twists the very essence of humanity like this. These are devils. These are people who can no longer be called human.
I slowly looked around at the demons and stopped at the head of the opera house seat in front of the stage. I am the author. One who has horns and does not hide them. The one who looks down at me with eyes burning as dark red as lava stones. A man with rock-solid muscles, over 4 meters tall and giving off a heavy pressure. At first glance, it had the face of a human, but the fangs protruding through the gums were more ferocious than those of an animal, and the vertebrae protruding from its back wriggled and gave off a chill.
That bastard is the devil.
He is a violent cult leader.
“I personally congratulate you.”
said the devil. The voice was low-pitched, but sharp, like breaking a plate. In a contradictory and unpleasant voice, he raises the corners of his mouth and praises us majestically, like a king.
“You fought and won victory. Listen carefully. They were people who deserved to be included in Jim’s holy eyes, even if only for a moment. It was short but enjoyable, like the flapping of a dragonfly’s wings. So I am willing to give you grace, so listen carefully.”
He stood up, spread his arms, and shouted loudly.
“The test of the blood oath selects those who will join my great destiny! There will be one person left. “A person who miserably kills a comrade who passed the ordeal by relying on each other and is left alone must be someone who rejects human impurity and willingly accepts the natural law of violence!”
Gowoon and the farmer looked at me with shaking eyes.
A team of three people.
From the beginning, I thought it was a system that was not compatible with violent religions.
The test of blood oath was a test in which one had to kill the comrade with whom one had fought so far.
I pulled out the crude iron sword I brought from downstairs. Gowoon and the farmer also realize my intentions and take up arms. They had been tipped off. If anything goes wrong, just run away.
The sight of me holding a sword.
The devil laughed creepyly.
“But I don’t think it will be necessary this time.”
The saying that time is relative.
For superhumans, time passes slowly.
“damage!”
Even though he saw it, his speech was slow and his actions were slow.
The ferocious power that the madmen of violent religions trembled at, called Heavenly Punishment, and the power that cruelly crushed the defeated was a simple attack of the devil, the crushing of embodied energy. I swung my sword to block the guy from the moment he attacked, but his attack was aimed at two people. He knew that if he allowed it, he would die. It may be that my earnest heart drew strength for a moment. I realized that time had slowed down. For a moment, I reached a sense of superhumanity. So, I tore through the devil’s attack towards Gowoon at close range. After that, I was barely able to bounce off the reddish energy coming down from the farmer’s head.
“Hoo.”
thud!
But what happened next was not what I expected.
“ah… … .”
He coughed up blood. His expression gradually distorted as the blood soaked his chest. The farmer, who belatedly realized that there was a hole in his stomach, collapsed with his face in despair. He quickly tried to stop the bleeding by applying pressure to his abdomen, but the hole was too large.
“I was planning on killing them both, but I never thought I would prevent my punishment.”
I can see beyond the wound.
The intestines are gone.
It was as if an animal had eaten it.
I felt dizzy. It took a long time to arrive at even a simple answer.
Can the man’s wounds be healed?
Simple answer.
shit.
“Your skills were so overwhelming. Congratulations, you will be promoted from bishop to cardinal. But since those two bastards are still alive, wouldn’t you kill them yourself?”
Wow-!
My teeth felt like they would break.
He wanted to kill him right away, but the farmer’s trembling gradually became less and less.
“mister.”
The emotions he felt were so vain. There is no sadness or anger. Asraji only felt that his life was empty. He looked up with murky eyes.
“Even the sky… “I can’t see it.”
Although life continued with the power of Dalbi, it was not possible to revive the life that would soon extinguish.
He apologized to me at the last minute.
“I’m sorry, Confucius. I guess it was a vain dream after all. I was just like this. If I knew I would die in vain… “I should have been satisfied.”
Spitting out blood, holding on to my fading life.
He barely continued speaking.
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“To my family back home… I’m sorry… … .”
It was then.
ha ha ha-! Hohoho-! LOL-!
It felt like I had seen a fun play.
They burst into laughter and clapped.
“Aren’t these truly the miserable words of the weak! ha ha ha-!”
The priests’ laughter echoed one after another.
I stood up.
I put down my iron sword and put my hands together.
I don’t pray to God.
but.
“I won’t die.”
He spoke to the dying farmer.
“You don’t die.”
Hasty comforting someone who is about to die.
It’s not like that.
“I am the pillar of dawn, even if others call me that. “I will gladly become the dawn.”
I burned the application form I brought with me. This is a paper written by Ushas. White smoke billowed and quickly soared into the sky. I put my hands together and prayed to the sky.
“Ushas!”
Either death.
Angel or something.
doesn’t care.
“There are no holy relics here! “One, I will prove your will by ruthlessly slaughtering those demons in front of me!”
Deal with Ushas.
If he really cares about me.
“Please, I beg you to save me!”
Even if it was just a whim for Ushas.
It will definitely be a miracle for farmers.
I put both hands together and prayed.
As the devils’ laughter grew louder at my meaningless actions,
Flap-!
It was then.
Pure white wings descended.
The flapping of the angel’s wings created a miraculous wind.
It was light.
Light took pity on ignorant humans and descended in the form of a human.
I was so dazzled by the brilliant light that filled my eyes that I shed a few tears.
The angel who came down stood without putting both feet on the ground and extended his hand to me.
The angel wiped away the tears with his pure white hands. Suddenly, I was so embarrassed at this moment that I turned my head away. Like an idiot, you won’t be in good shape like this. Ushas is called the manifestation of dawn. In the doctrine of Ajivika, dawn purifies darkness and brings light. If the Heavenly Eye Tong wasn’t broken, the Ushas before my eyes was not an ominous and evil skeleton, but a holy, shining angel.
The angel took pity on the farmer and picked him up.
Then, it flew up along the beam of light and disappeared before we knew it.
But even though the angel disappeared, the lingering feeling remained.
“Oh God.”
In the silence, someone spoke in a low whisper.
It was a very quiet voice, as if he was speaking a Buddhist scripture, but it was clearly audible in the silence.
“dare!”
The person sitting next to the leader jumped up and screamed. I could tell he was a cardinal from his clothes and his aura. his eyes are red The devil’s minion began his speech in an unpleasant voice.
“You said it was strange, but were you a spy sent by the empire or a hypocrite from Ajibika? I don’t know if she’s up to any tricks, but don’t try to fool her. Natural law is the order of power. The reason the empire’s prestige fell was because it was forgotten. Kunkan is a country that was born by swallowing up countless kingdoms from the beginning, and is a field where violence will bloom. How dare the hypocrite of Azivika desecrate the temple? Violence is the best means. I will kill you today and later eliminate Ajibika to prove this… … .”
“I agree.”
I just listened quietly and swung my sword indifferently. The sword sword stretched out and decapitated the cardinal in an instant. The cult leader could have stopped it, but he did not stop it. A fountain of blood gushed from the severed neck. The cult leader licked the blood from his face with his tongue. The other priests were also unfazed.
After killing the cardinal with one blow, I scratched my head.
“I’m sick of it now.”
I’m used to seeing colleagues die.
Countless people died next to me.
So I learned to be patient.
How to surrender to irrationality, suppress anger, and endure it.
But there is no need for that anymore.
“You guys were mistaken.”
From left to right.
With one swing of the sword, several heads fall off.
“It means that he believed that his own violence was strong.”
Cut and cut.
All the priests of bishop level or higher gathered on the clan floor rushed at him violently. Red-haired Gowoon also joined in. He couldn’t stand against the devil, but he had what it took to beat the cardinal. Blood, flesh, bones. The madness of chaos seems to be controlling the fingers holding the sword. He didn’t hesitate to kill them. Violence was accepted early on. I have no intention of being hypocritical and criticizing the natural law of power as a lie. However, means are just means. I thought I would at least make a wiser decision than them about what to do with my violence.
Pools of blood and scattered flesh.
Torn limbs and rolling heads.
Goun was wiping the blood off his sword and ended up vomiting.
It’s always like this when you get involved with the devil.
Reality becomes a part of hell.
The devil just sat on the platform and laughed until he killed everyone who attacked him.
fantasy,
