I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God Chapter 302

Episode 302

Elan felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at Verita’s smile, and felt ashamed for having felt such fear.

Now that I’ve sacrificed everything to an evil spirit and become a half-corpse, what’s there to be afraid of anymore?

Clap your hands and give orders.

“Kill it.”

Then hundreds of dead people attacked Verita at the same time.

Kwazik, Kwazik… … .

The Heretic Questioner was soon crushed by the army of the dead and began to be completely dismantled.

While the corpses feasted on the flesh, Elan briefly moved his consciousness to the ground.

I can feel the consciousness of the corps commander encroaching on my entire body.

What felt short-circuited within the evil will were contradictory feelings of boredom and joy.

‘joy?’

That means that the situation above is developing in a way that the corps commander is at least interested in… … .

“… “On the topic of rats in a poison.”

Elan spewed out a curse with a face like a corpse.

I hate those who fight without losing hope even in these situations. I hated and envied those who did not give up hope in life.

Kwasizik, Kwasizik… … !

“Heh, heh heh… … .”

After thinking about that, Elan laughed like a crazy person.

Infinite hatred, malice, and jealousy toward the living… … . The whirlwind of uncontrollable emotions made him realize that he had truly become undead.

It didn’t matter.

If your hatred can become the cornerstone of destroying the North, you can suffer in hell forever.

So, first, after killing that Heretic Questioner woman… … .

Kwazijic… … !

“… … .”

… But how long do they plan on eating corpses?

Elan, who still had some sense of reason as a living person, glared at the undead and realized that he had been mistaken.

The number of undead had decreased significantly.

That means that this sound is not the dead biting the Heretic Questioner’s body.

Wow-!

With the sound of metal striking something hard, a skull flew out from among the piles of corpses.

Elan quickly twisted his upper body to avoid it.

“Ahahaha!”

The moment the maddening light erupted, Elan realized why he had always been so creeped out by that woman.

Elan, who is a member of the church and even a priest, does not feel fear from most people.

It would be the same even if the head of the Imperial Royal Knights, the head of Heros, or the Archmage of Seven Colors were in front of him. I don’t know about Iron Blood Ball.

There is only one entity that makes Elan feel fear.

A being that embraces a higher instrument.

‘instrument… … !’

Elan was horrified by the intensity of the instruments swirling around the Heretic Questioner.

It is dark enough to remind one of a corps commander on the ground. Elan’s spirit was instantly shrunk by fragments of incomprehensible madness rather than evil.

“you… … ! “You were a church member!”

“Haha.”

Elan bit his lip as he looked at the Heretic Questioner with a bright smile.

“Why are church members interfering with our work? “You probably don’t know that the North is currently under our jurisdiction!”

“God said, ‘If you are truly sure you are on the right path, then do what you feel. That would be the same as listening to what I say… … .’”

“what… … ?”

“It means that I have always and will always follow God’s will.”

Immediately after hearing Verita’s bullshit, several candidates that had popped into Elan’s mind disappeared, leaving only one.

There is only one faction in the church that talks nonsense like that.

“Colorless Shinto… “You disgusting apostate.”

“… … .”

“You were dragged down obediently on purpose. To hide your identity from your superiors! Only then will you be able to unleash your instruments and fight to your heart’s content!”

“It was a pretty good decision, right? Just by holding you here, one of the devil’s commanders’ means is blocked. It will take energy to keep reviving corpses, including you… … .”

“… It was nothing else but a ritual to bring down the evil spirit. Do you know what it means to interfere with this? Even the religious leader will not let this go easily.”

“Of course it is. But the dead don’t talk, right?”

“what? ha ha ha.”

Elan, who belatedly understood the meaning, let out a laugh.

It was a well-known fact within the church that the Colorless believers were a unique group, but I had no idea that they were actually a group of apostates.

no.

Is this woman alone in her rampage?

‘but… ‘This woman who is disturbing us, how can she play an instrument this size?’

Judging by the intensity of the instrument, its origin must be one of the six evil gods.

However, it is strange that one of the six evil spirits would have given such an instrument to someone who was clearly an apostate.

Elan asked, hiding his fear.

“What on earth are you?”

“Static? That’s an interesting topic. Even a single human being has many different identities, but the God I believe in also said this. ‘Identity is extremely relative, and everything can be true or false… … .’”

“what… … ?”

“hmm. Even if I preached God’s word to you, it would have no particular meaning.”

After briefly praying with blood-stained hands, Berita continued.

“So, for you now, I think just one Inquisitor will be enough.”

“what?”

The moment I questioned it, Verita’s new model disappeared.

And Elan understood just before his head cracked.

For heretics, what the Heretic Questioner had to do was clearer than anything else.

* * *

A curved sword forged in moonlight, a twin sword cast in bronze, a chain sickle, a magic spear, a throwing hatchet, a club made from a swamp tree, and a mace temporarily loaned from the Sun Bridge… … .

In addition, Ramon made flash bombs, smoke bombs, poison fog, 17 different beads, an all-purpose rope, and a silver knife… … .

Araksad habitually thought of all the means he had, one by one, and then took out the weapon that would be most effective against the corps commander.

A magic spear effective in erasing magic and incantations.

thud… … !

However, the moment the corps commander struck his staff, the outstretched spear bent like a trumpet and shattered.

Araksad immediately threw away his spear and then took out his dual swords and swung them.

Kakang!

Blocked by an invisible membrane.

I don’t know what it is, but it’s solid.

As soon as I decided that it would be difficult to break it with a blade, I took out the Sun Bridge’s mace and struck it down.

Kwasik! Kwazijic!

After hitting it twice, the invisible membrane cracked, but then I felt a cold sensation in my abdomen.

Without looking any further, I pulled up my shield and blocked it.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

Araksad flew away as if he had been hit by a carriage.

Daedalus, his colleague and rival.

It’s a shield that can easily block even a strong idiot’s axe, but it was almost destroyed by the attack just now.

When this happens, the shield is no longer a shield.

It just felt cumbersome, so I threw away the shield and reloaded the crossbow mounted on my arm.

Tu-tu-tung.

The arrow that was fired hit exactly into the cracked membrane. Even in a row. The accuracy was so precise that it gave me goosebumps.

It was a skill that was close to impossible with a crossbow that could fire continuously, but the firmly fixed muscles of a Lizardman made it possible.

However, although arrows can penetrate the barrier, they cannot destroy it.

A final blow is needed.

An attack strong enough to instantly destroy a cracked barrier.

Araksad pulled the hatchet from his belt and threw it with all his might.

Kwajaang-!

The curtain shattered with the sound of a glass window breaking.

“Ugh!”

“I’m dying!”

Many heroes who were waiting rushed forward at once.

The sight of those exposed to the dark instruments was miserable.

My hair was falling out, and my skin was dripping with fluid. It looks indistinguishable from a corpse crawling on the ground.

However, the flame felt in the eyes was clear.

Flap!

The moment the commander’s sleeve flapped, dozens of tentacles came out from there.

Tentacles with dark colors pierced the heroes’ bodies at once.

“Ugh… … !”

The bodies of those pierced in the air trembled. It was like that for a while. The heroes who were about to die left stab wounds on their tentacles.

[…] … !]

At that moment, the corps commander trembled for the first time…

Jack, who was watching the battle unfold with eyes wide as if they were about to tear, did not miss it.

‘Did the attack have any effect? What kind of weapon is it?’

Jack’s eyes quickly scanned the stab wound on the tentacle.

Among them, there was a tentacle that moved particularly violently. This guy is causing a stir as if his hair is on fire.

The person pierced by the tentacle was B-class hero Anthony Ratser, 23 years old, member of [Full Moon], and his weapon was a sword made of silver.

‘Because it’s a silver sword, it’s effective against demons? no. ‘It’s too simple.’

It is a fact that most heroes know that silver is a metal that is effective against demons, but there is no way it would work against a legion commander-level demon.

Above all, there were no effective wounds on the glowing tentacles.

“Gagging… … !”

Antony, who did not lose consciousness, attacked the tentacle once again.

When I looked closely, I saw that he was not in a position to swing a sword at all, but was just holding the hilt of the sword and striking down the tentacle.

Empty! Empty! Empty!

Is the inside of the tentacle empty? When I hit it with the hilt of the sword, a strange sound rang out.

And this time, the corps commander twisted his body even more violently and suffered.

Jack’s eyes opened brightly.

‘sound?’

At this time, a wizard approached and reported.

“We created a barrier! For the time being, you will be able to block musical instruments and his mental attacks. It won’t last long… … .”

“Good work. “Join the attack team immediately and put pressure on the corps commander.”

“yes.”

After giving the command, he found a relatively intact giant and spoke to him.

“I need help.”

Unfortunately, although his mind seemed to be intact, he was a giant with one arm cut off.

Even in that state, the giant smiled, showing his teeth.

“How can I help you?”

“I want you to make a sound.”

“sound?”

“You just have to hit something with a certain rhythm. Roughly like this… … .”

Jack tapped a nearby helmet with his cane.

Thump, thump, thump… … .

“… “I hope this sound reaches the devil corps commander.”

“It’s like beating a drum. Fortunately, this is something that can be done with just one arm. I also happen to have a club that is good for use as a stick… … . “Is there any meaning to that action?”

“I don’t know. “All I can do is try everything I can with the time I have left.”

“Tsk tsk. “It’s a spirit I like.”

The giant said with a grin.

“I am Garen.”

“Jack Harvest.”

“okay. Jack. “If this goes well, let’s have a drink together.”

“If you survive.”

“okay. If you survive… … .”

A giant followed Jack’s words in a lingering voice and lowered the large shield he was carrying on his back in front of him.

Then he hits the shield with the club in his hand.

And then he hits it with his remaining arm.

Thump, thump, thump… … !

This is the moment when a drum-like sound rang out in a certain rhythm.

[Keeeeeeek-!]

This time, the corps commander even screamed and trembled. The body under the hem of the clothes is writhing, and the sight is strange.

It looks like a devil inside a swaddle running rampant.

‘It works.’

The corps commander’s actions became sluggish due to this strange sound.

The tombstones falling from the sky stopped at some point, and the tentacles became more rampant, but they clearly did not appear to be targeting the hero.

In short, the hit rate plummeted.

“Now! “Everyone attack!”

Jack, who quickly shouted thinking that this was his last chance, also used the spell he had memorized earlier.

Damn it!

The most powerful magic you can use,

The icicle with condensed cold transformed into the shape of a spear and shot towards the corps commander.

Sigh!

A spear of cold pierced the corps commander.

Dozens of weapons from the heroes hovering around his side were stuck in his body.

The corps commander, who had been hacked to pieces by numerous blades, staggered backwards.

“Trace it! I have to finish it this time, lol… … . I have to end it… do… … !”

I swallowed the blood that welled up as a result of using excessive magic.

It felt like he was going to lose consciousness due to the pain that was twisting his internal organs, but Jack’s gaze did not leave the corps commander.

At that moment, the retreating corps commander let out a scream and struck down his staff again.

Paang-!!

With the sound of air exploding, most of the heroes who were hanging fell down.

[Crrrrr… … !]

A sound like the growl of an animal could be heard beyond the flaming face.

It works.

It also took a toll.

But there are too many people sacrificed in the process.

‘Isn’t there anyone who can afford it?’

I think I just need to push a little, just a little harder.

At that moment, a small figure darted past Jack. The sight of blood dripping from the back is familiar.

‘Mir Giant!’

The young hero, who had some free time as the tombstones stopped, grabbed the ax given to him by his senior and quickly closed the distance to the corps commander.

The moment the corps commander looked back rather lazily, Mir had already reached a short distance away.

Mir’s ax roared and plunged into his face.

[Kaaaaaaaaaaaagh—!]

A horrifying scream erupted.

The icicles and stalactites on the ceiling of the cave shook, and the bones of the fallen corpse trembled.

The living people’s eardrums were torn and blood flowed from their ear holes, and those with weak anti-magic power lost consciousness.

Mir, who was closest, was bleeding profusely from his eyes, blood, ears, and mouth, but he glared at the corps commander and tightened his grip.

This young hero also realized this.

‘This is your last chance… … !’

If you miss this, your chance to defeat this monster is now… … .

It was then.

A gloomy sound began to flow from the corps commander.

Only Mir, who was closest, heard the ominous murmur.

It’s the first language I’ve ever heard.

It felt like a monster with five tongues was making sounds that only he could understand.

I don’t know what they’re planning, but I have no intention of waiting.

The moment Mir was about to hit the corps commander’s head once more.

[…] Kingarodtooth.]

Those words clearly reached my ears.

Kwaaaang-!

The next moment, Mir was floating in the air, flying dozens of meters and landing on the wall.

‘what happened… … ?’

Mir let out a bloody breath and expressed his doubts.

I couldn’t lift a finger as if every bone in my body had been shattered. Because she had lost so much blood to begin with, her vision was blurry.

Even in the midst of my panic, only one fact weighed heavily on my head.

… You failed.

“Cough!”

At the same moment, Jack fell to one knee, spurting out blood.

… Is this the commander of the devil’s army?

A top-level demon that cannot be defeated even with dozens of carefully selected heroes.

All means were used.

The improvisation wasn’t bad either.

Everyone went beyond their limits and performed at 120 percent.

Still, I couldn’t kill him.

… If you did your best, you would have no regrets even if you faced defeat.

A phrase written in a book suddenly came to mind.

‘dog sound.’

I feel resentful.

I was so angry at not being able to kill that demon that even at this old age, I cried.

Pathetic, indignant, sad… … .

First of all, I don’t have the courage to look at the feed that I left first.

‘please.’

I end up thinking things that a hero shouldn’t do.

‘Please, someone…’ … .’

At that moment, the wall broke, and the room became brighter.

The atmosphere in the hall, which had been filled with cold and poison, suddenly changed.

Beyond that, a glowing flame was rising, driving away the darkness. A fierce flame reminiscent of a sunrise.

“… … !”

It was a heat wave.

And the person wearing the heat wave stormed in, leaving a long trail in an instant, and hit the corps commander.

Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaut –

“… … !”

The body of the corps commander was broken.

For the first time, the large body fell to the ground.

And beyond the flickering flames, a screeching voice came out.

“A hero emerges.”

[…] … .]

“… If I say that, am I being rude? huh? “You son of a bitch.”

fantasy,