Chapter 217 – 217. God of Man
“… … .”
Outside the walls of Graypond.
Gloomy dark clouds are gradually filling the once sunny sky.
Could it be that the sky sensed something and wanted to send a sudden spring rain?
Erica Bright folds her arms and becomes lost in thought.
“Are you sure you don’t mind staying here?”
One of the Bright family wizards who approached her.
Currently, they were watching Mul’s followers staying in the tent village along with the Xeronia family’s private soldiers.
The grand debate is already halfway through.
I didn’t know what the outcome of the discussion would be, but I was worried that the memorial service’s fiancee would be absent.
But Erica shook her head.
“He will do a good job.”
A strong faith cannot be shaken.
However, when you talk about him, your voice becomes soft and relaxed.
It was a passage that showed how much a woman named Erica Bright loved her fiancé.
“Even if I’m not around, it’s right to do what I can for that person.”
It was not much different from the expressions of affection that Erica had maintained until now.
The past days that I spread distance because of love, and let go because of love.
Because I love him, I’m still glaring at his enemies, not at my fiancé.
Because Erica Bright is a woman who can stand alone.
That’s why it’s brilliant and beautiful.
“I don’t understand.”
Erica didn’t bother to understand or explain the wizard’s words either.
No, rather, a faint smile formed on his lips because he did not understand.
A story between two people that no one else can understand.
This was the moment when Erica realized once again that there are different types of affection.
Fuaaaaaaaaaa!
Simultaneously, the tents of the tent city fly up to the high walls of the castle.
The tentacles that rose up without any warning immediately began to tear the tent apart and start a rampage.
“Aaaah!”
“Oh my god!”
“Mule! Mul! “My little brother here is sick!”
A scream that spreads out of nowhere and in an unexpected situation.
Meanwhile, the tentacles soaring high extend their massive bodies toward the castle wall.
Phu Kwak!
However, golden light penetrates the tentacle from the front and spreads out.
The eyes and teeth on the tentacles melt, and green blood gushes out like a fountain.
The soldiers, who were stiff in the suddenly unfolding hellscape, come to their senses when they see Erica’s light.
“Report to the royal family!”
Meanwhile, Erica summons the wizards of the Bright family and the private soldiers of Zeronia.
“Woah, the weapon doesn’t work!”
“What is this!”
“The window goes through!”
The guards, who are not part of the family, extend their spears and swords towards the tentacles climbing the castle wall.
They pass through translucently and do no damage.
Looking at it, Erica remembers what Deius said to her before they parted ways today.
The identity of the god Romuleus and his characteristics.
A being that cannot be harmed at all by ordinary weapons or ordinary magic.
Since spears and swords do not work, the enemy cannot be stopped, but their numbers continue to increase.
“Si, I hate it! “I don’t like it!”
“Aaaah! Mul! Mr. Mule!”
“Mommy!”
People’s desperate screams continue to echo from beneath the castle walls.
Mul’s followers staying in the tent city swell and explode, transforming into tentacles.
this.
The words of those who believed in a man who performed miracles that were not allowed in the world.
They were wrong, foolish, and even selfish.
“This is too much.”
Even so, it was a cruel and harsh death.
trust.
The weight of just two letters was manifesting itself outside the walls of Gray Pond.
Like deep seaweed stirring in the seawater. Tentacles of different sizes begin to climb the castle wall.
Erika strained her hands as she struggled to swallow the hot breath rising in her throat.
‘It doesn’t cause any significant damage anyway.’
The weapons the soldiers have cannot do any damage to the tentacles that appear to be the body of a god.
“Everybody get down under the wall! Stop the castle gate from being breached!”
If you stay here, you will eventually die.
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Moreover, when I saw the believers in the tent city changing, there was a possibility that even touching the tentacles would be dangerous.
In the case of the castle gate, it was possible to block it by adding a padding to prevent it from breaking, so that was the best option for now.
“What are you doing?”
At that time, a loud shouting sound came from behind.
Erica, who was preparing spirit magic, slightly turned her head.
Standing there was a guard captain with an impressive mustache.
“Who told you to call out and use troops as you please! Even if His Majesty allows your private soldiers, our guard is not under their jurisdiction!”
“… … .”
“watch! Stand on the wall right now! Stop that monster!”
“That monster cannot be touched with normal weapons or magic. “Right now, the best thing to do is block the walls and defeat the troops.”
“How can you be sure of that! Are you going to take responsibility?! “Even if you are the memorial service’s fiancée, you can’t do everything!”
Erica momentarily opened her eyes and glared at the guard captain.
The guard captain momentarily flinched at her cool energy and took a step back.
Erica slowly turns her gaze back to the outside of the castle walls.
“I am not standing here as the fiancée of the Commander-in-Chief.”
I have no intention of handing over responsibility to him.
“Erica Bright of the Bright family. As a proud wizard, I will take full responsibility for this place.”
A golden butterfly lands on her fingertips.
“King of the spirits.”
Erica whispered to that and stretched out her hand high as if to shake it off.
As the golden butterfly flew higher in the sky, it gradually began to grow bigger.
“please.”
Faaah!
A golden butterfly that has become so large that it covers part of the sky of Gray Pond.
The tentacles try to fight it, but they don’t dare touch it and melt away.
“Please protect me.”
Faaah!
The huge butterfly crumbles like debris and falls as rain.
Golden rain falling in a sky filled with dark clouds.
The pouring rainwater soon becomes a huge barrier surrounding the castle walls.
The tentacles that rushed at it, threatening to pierce it, burned to ashes as soon as they touched it.
‘also.’
Erica was confident after seeing that her magic had been used in the first blow.
If it’s his magic with the Spirit King of Light, it will work on them.
In the end, it was Erica who blocked the castle wall alone.
She throws sharp words at the guard captain, who is looking at her with a puzzled expression.
“I can’t hold out for long. “Go quickly and call for assistance.”
“ah! ah! Yes, yes! All right!”
The authoritarian look from before had disappeared and the guard captain was about to run under the castle wall while saluting.
“ah… … .”
An explosion is heard from behind along with his sighs.
Fuwaaagh!
The tentacles coming from outside could be blocked for now with Erica’s spirit magic.
Fuwaaagh!
Fuwaaagh!
Inside the city.
Erica couldn’t help but sigh as she looked at the tentacles sprouting up here and there.
* * *
The center of the discussion hall.
Charles’ body turns into giant tentacles to show off his presence.
The teeth on the tentacle are grinding, and the eyes are bloodshot and staring at me.
“no! Unbelievable!”
“Mew, mule! “What kind of situation is this?”
The tentacle that appeared in the center of the discussion hall swung its massive body and tried to hit me.
“hmm!”
Kwazijijik!
A powerful bolt of electricity shoots out and turns it into ashes.
A person with higher magical achievements than anyone else here.
Archmage Rockpelican, who was in charge of the ceremony, glared at Mule while hitting the floor with his large old wooden staff.
“You’re going to need a proper explanation, you idiot.”
Not as a host, but now as a wizard. Also, as an executive protecting this country.
Rockpelican fired a fierce killing intent at Mule, but Mule responded with a sneer.
“Pathetic guys who don’t know the big meaning.”
Until just now, you could have called him the Good Shepherd. His mood, which was like that of a sheep, changes suddenly.
“Bow your head under our solemn will. Praise Me for coming down to this rough land to save the continent.”
The voice is distorted.
He shouted in a deep, eerie voice, as if dozens of people were speaking at the same time.
“It’s time to twist fate and pay for it!”
Fuwaaaaaaa!
Tentacles pouring out from the stands. Because of the silence magic, we cannot hear the screams of confused people, but we can clearly see the audience running away in panic.
“I am Romuleus, the fallen god! “I am a messenger who has come down to personally preach to you the truth and truth of this land!”
The floor Mule is stepping on begins to crack.
Damn it! Damn it!
Small tentacles protruding from the crack attack the bishops who were closest to supporting Mule.
“Lord Raizer! “Take action against Iza!”
“Oh, no! “Please save me!”
“Goddess! “Goddess Hertia!”
However, despite their pleas, Mule bursts into laughter.
“It is I who sit on the same throne as them, eat and drink the same things, and look at the same things! “Who are you and what are you hoping for, my beloved?”
The cracks under Mule’s feet continued to expand,
The tentacles rising from within move greedily to eat people.
“Stand, saintess!”
“Divine power! To that wicked devil!”
Bishops calling on Lucia.
“after.”
Although she already knows the result, Lucia reaches out to see it with her own eyes.
Pure white divine power shot towards Mule.
A gift from God that destroys all that is evil.
The greatest proof that God still watches over this continent.
However.
Mule just laughed from ear to ear as she absorbed her divine power.
“You ignorant child who wants to punish me with the power we gave you. Come on, bow your head. Your God has come.”
Rather, he is imbuing the divine power with his own and spreading it.
However, it was different from the normal divine power used by the saint.
Is it because it is a sacred power that has been contaminated by a fallen god?
Normally, it would be a brilliant blessing from God that heals and restores those it touches.
However, the divine power that Mule is shooting out emits a dull gray light, and anyone who touches it becomes a part of itself.
So, it was made with tentacles.
“ah… … .”
Lucia lets out an exclamation.
The divine power had no effect, and was rather used as a dramatic theater device to show that Mule was truly a god.
The gray light that Mule is pouring out is essentially the same as his divine power.
The moment Lucia looks at them with a devastated expression.
“Please.”
[Do not worry.]
The woman who received my request steps forward.
Former saint Stella.
Just as she did for the soul of Charles, who was said to be a witness to the resurrection, her new form takes shape with colors.
“S-Stella?!”
“Why is the former saint here?”
The bishops who discovered Stella were embarrassed but welcomed her with loud voices.
In fact, Stella was in a confrontation with Mule, glaring at each other.
“Woman who served, I have received your faith, so go now.”
A congratulatory guest who clearly has nothing to see Stella anymore. But Stella slowly opens both hands.
[Did you ask that time? What should I do if God suddenly ends my mission?]
Mule gives a clear answer to the question.
“Accept it humbly.”
That is my will.
God was saying that, but the saint who was closest to God answered differently.
[I only had doubts. There are still so many people left to save, so how did God take away the power? Why does my path end here?]
“… … .”
[Could it be that God doesn’t see those poor people?]
Mule didn’t answer.
Sometimes God gives answers through silence, and Stella was a woman who found answers within them.
[After much thought, I was able to let go of my mission and realize it.]
“… … .”
[Ah, God doesn’t think saving them is his mission.]
Although he was granted divine power, he never actually received a mission from God.
The mission to heal the poor, the sick, and the wounded.
It wasn’t given by God.
Stella decided this herself.
“You, who thoughtlessly judged God’s will, were not worthy of that power.”
[is that so?]
Stella’s hands slowly folded as she smiled.
As if praying.
[You are throwing the continent into chaos.]
“This is order.”
[Those who were called your believers are suffering.]
“It will be the happiest death for those who follow me.”
[okay.]
“… … !”
For a moment, Mule’s eyes trembled. His gray divine power that had been covering the debate hall gradually began to disappear.
To be precise, the leadership was unclear and was naturally oxidizing.
And doing this.
For a time, she was worthy of being called a saint when it came to wielding divine power.
I realize that it is the actions of the woman in front of me.
[Fallen God.]
If it were normal divine power, Stella, which was in a soul state, would have burned as soon as it touched it.
The clouded divine power had the same name and properties, but the effect was something completely different.
[I’m sorry, the entity causing chaos on the continent, but please do not arbitrarily treat us as believers.]
Gray divine power gradually gathered in front of Stella.
Mule tried to resist, but his proficiency in handling divine power could not even be matched in the first place.
Stella has always been thinking and practicing how to handle the power that God took for granted.
When Stella clenched her fist, the divine power cracked and immediately.
Quack!
It shattered with cracks.
[You are not our god.]
The dead saint’s turquoise eyes warned the fallen.
[There is no need for such a god.]
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