Raniel stretched out his arm, grasping the apostate’s right finger. He stretched out, and he grabbed the apostate by the shoulder. She opened her mouth, clutching the apostate’s tattered arm, pierced by her holy spear.
“I told you.”
Kwasik.
“Take away everything you have.”
What bursts out from the grasping hand are overlapping spells.
The apostate’s fingers are bent and twisted. Dozens of blows hit his captured arm. Long blood spurted from the apostate’s right arm, which had been pierced by dozens of blue thorn-like swords.
“Otherwise, this is the end.”
This is the moment when the apostate frowned at the pain that shook his brain. Grabbing the apostate’s arm, Raniel twisted his waist. Raise his left foot while keeping his right foot planted on the ground. He bent his knees and grabbed the apostate’s arms.
Kiiiiing.
We see an apostate being dragged away with his arms held.
Raniel’s raised left foot, the sole of his military boot flashing white. The spell engraved on the military boots burned into pure white. Immediately after, a burning flash of light appeared.
Cooung.
Raniel stretched out his bent knees.
What the outstretched leg strikes is the heart of an apostate. Raniel persistently aimed at the part pierced by Destel’s javelin.
“···Coughing.”
A handful of dark red blood spewed out from the apostate’s mouth. It took a moment for her eyes to shake from the physical shock.
Smash.
The apostate’s body floated in the air due to the shock wave that exploded. In that split second, the apostate heard the sound of something being torn apart. After rolling on the floor several times, the apostate barely managed to get up. No, he tried to stand up.
“······.”
I tried to stand up with my hands on the ground, but my right arm was missing. The apostate lay face down and looked forward. There, there is a Huin who rips off his shoulder, throws his right arm up, and catches it again and again.
“I swore that I would deny you everything, that I would trample on everything you had. “That’s what I promised Cardi.”
Cardi. Cardi van Armiel.
“Because only then will it have meaning.”
“Tap,” Raniel walked away.
The apostate laughed as he fell to the floor.
“Really.”
The apostate stood up with his left arm on the ground.
She stood up unsteadily and grabbed my shoulder. Where her arm was torn off. She let out a long breath, clutching her shoulder as her blood dripped down.
“You’re kind. “You or him.”
Did they come all this way and hope for my salvation?
Are they willing to let me dream that dream, even though they know I don’t deserve it? That dream was something he had always wanted.
‘but···.’
The apostate ‘Gletus’ still hopes for an end.
Her time as an apostate, her twisted beliefs whispered in her ear. Are you going to end it here? Are you still shaken by the topic that has come this far?
The apostate’s gaze was directed down to the ground.
Blood flows through the ground. Stagnant, stagnant old water. It is blood containing the blood of the gods and the cries of the humans whom they crushed with their own hands. A landscape filled with foul odor.
“···aha.”
The apostate let out a long laugh.
Smiling, Gleria Belle Armias raised her head. She faced her successor straight in the direction of her.
“What do you want from me?”
“I told you. “Take it all out.”
Raniel squeezed his hand.
The apostate’s right arm, which she tore off, burned to ashes. She slowly raised her arms amidst the flying ash. It is towards the heart of the apostate that the tips of her lifted fingers point.
“That one you have.”
The waste accumulated in the heart.
The window was pierced twice, and water was flowing down incessantly. Raniel knows what that junk is.
“The curse you swallowed that day.”
The shadow that was about to swallow up half the world was accepted into their bodies by the three heroes that day. As long as they keep that in their bodies, they cannot be truly liberated. Raniel knows that he cannot be free.
···When the contract was not known, the black dragon that Raniel had subdued met its death as a disaster until the very end.
But you can’t do that once you know the contract. Even after realizing the truth of the contract, she had to take a different path from the Ash Goddess, who trampled everyone with disaster. Because I had to do this in order to reach the perfect ending.
So, said Raniel.
“Get everything out of here.”
Raniel looked at the hero of the past.
“Spew it all out.”
The apostate just laughs at her words.
She puts everything down and hopes for the end, but there are things even she cannot let go of. It is a burden and shackles that I carried along with my colleagues.
“I can’t handle it, junior. Please don’t trample on my consideration. “This is something you cannot handle.”
“I wonder if someone is Cardi’s girlfriend.”
Raniel snorted.
“I heard that both you and that elf need to understand how old-fashioned they are.”
The apostate frowned.
Raniel gestured at the apostate. As if asking you to look around. Only then did the apostate look back.
Boom, boom.
Falling giants.
There are people coming here, stepping on the corpses of giants. These are people who live in a false era that the apostate ignored. Raniel said, pointing at them.
“Are we in a situation where we need to be considerate?”
“···You’re so arrogant, you.”
“Once again.”
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Raniel shrugged his shoulders.
“Rather, I’d like to ask.”
“······.”
“Can you handle it without taking it out?”
···Anyway, the apostate sighed.
It is just as the person in front of me said.
You won’t be able to deal with them all without removing the shackles. If the heavens had been completely opened, if the Holy Spear had not been pierced through the heart, and even more so if the disasters had not fallen so quickly… there would have been no need to use this.
If just one thing had gone according to plan, we wouldn’t have had to be in the situation we’re in now. But all plans went wrong. Her unexpected variables and her variables came together to push her into her corner.
So, Gleria finally stood at a crossroads to make a choice.
‘Will it end like this?’
Unless it is.
‘Will we take everything out and struggle until the end?’
She had something to say to this world. She had a salvation that had to be shown to a false world. The apostate walked this far because he had hoped for it.
…It is more important than one’s own salvation.
Even if you are not saved, even if you are not able to have the reunion you dreamed of, it is something that must be achieved.
“Yes, it is as you said.”
The apostate lowered the hand that had been clutching his shoulder.
Holy power that ticks, ticks, and changes.
Originally, it would have stopped here… but the apostate slowly moved his hand containing the deteriorating divine power to the place where his heart was located. I grabbed my heart like that.
Squeak, squeak. Gigigigigigeek.
Black lightning flashed out of the seeping water. What is heard as lightning flashes is a human scream. It is the curse of those who cannot live or die.
“Maybe this is better.”
The apostate smiled.
It is as Huin said.
There is no need to look after them or feel sorry for them anymore. Aren’t these children who have overcome trials and come to stand on the same stage as themselves? Aren’t they people who are moving towards the place they were headed to earlier?
“This might be better.”
That’s why the apostate knows.
Where those children are headed, the ending that awaits them. A tragedy that will repeat itself as long as stars exist. The truth they faced and spoke in that tragedy.
“Your journey must end here.”
there.
The first saint knows that there is no salvation at the end of the ordeal.
“An ending like this is enough for us alone.”
The saintess laughed bitterly.
Smiling, she lifted her head. What you see where you lifted it is a half-open hole. Black raindrops soaring into the sky.
The apostate stretched out his hand toward the open sky.
At that moment, the raindrops rising into the sky stopped. The giants who were bleeding and struggling stopped. Belnoa and Lark were running among the giants, Chloe was reciting a spell, and the Magolryong was running rampant with Resty on board.
It all stopped.
The only things moving in it are the two guides.
A guide who was artificially qualified by opening the sky, and a person who was chosen to be a guide. Two people saw different things in the same landscape.
“Open.”
cried the apostate.
The black cross that trembled and disappeared was engulfed by lightning that bounced from the apostate’s heart. The hand that existed to pull down the stars rose up into the sky on the cross.
A hand made of black lightning grabbed the hole in the sky and opened the sky.
What you see beyond the completely open sky is the outside of the world. What wizards call truth. Looking at that, Raniel let out a long breath.
『Raniel.』
“uh. say.”
『···Didn’t I say you shouldn’t leave that open? I think you said that.』
“That’s what I said. “It seems difficult, but I will try as hard as I can.”
『Are you going to be okay?』
“It should be okay.”
Raniel laughed bitterly.
The apostates were not the only ones whose plans went awry. The picture Raniel originally drew was very different from the picture he drew now. That’s why Raniel made a gamble.
“And then.”
Raniel looked into the apostate’s heart.
The heart pierced by the star spear a little while ago. Raniel smiled as he looked at the two strokes that the two heroes had carved into his heart with the same weapon.
“I think it will work out somehow.”
Raniel said as he relaxed his arms.
“Because I’ve already tried it once.”
2.
Time that has stopped begins to flow again.
Time passes again, but the giants do not move. With a thud, the giants fell to their knees and began to fall. As if the life that had been given to him had been taken away.
So, where does what is taken go?
The blood, divinity, and power that drained from the bodies of the giants all gathered in one place. Those who stand in a place where the storm is rushing in are apostates.
Completely open sky.
The cross disappeared.
Fallen and forgotten gods.
It seems as if everything is over, but the presence of the apostate does not fade. Rather, it becomes even bigger. The apostate opened his closed eyes in the midst of a threatening feeling that seemed to be pressing down on the entire area. Her eyes are no longer green.
The dark red eyes symbolizing the devil were shining.
The moment the lightning that bounced from her heart touched the rushing water, the water took shape. The ball that had become her hand grabbed her right shoulder, as if replacing her lost arm.
Tick, tidididik.
The black lightning that bounces from her heart gives form to shapeless objects. It provides direction to the blood containing the screams of humans who scream without purpose and to the blood containing the screams of the gods.
It points to where their screams, resentments, and curses are directed. Because that was what they had to do as their master.
Gooung.
Amidst the loud noise, the apostate lifted his hair. He swept away his blood-soaked hair and tied it down in a single strand. Her punitive force, which was moving towards her, stopped her in her tracks and inadvertently took her breath away.
…What is there is not just a disaster.
Their eyes were momentarily shaken by an indescribable feeling of reluctance and an instinctive fear that seemed to be crawling up their bodies. Have you ever felt a presence like that before? That’s no longer a disaster…
“···Devil.”
Resty muttered.
She has seen it. I once encountered that unpleasant being in Aplia, albeit briefly.
Demon King (魔王), master of ten thousand demons.
An equivalent being appeared.
Everyone is unable to act hastily. The sound of footsteps echoed for a long time in the silence.
“Operation continues.”
General commander of the operation.
The warrior, Rania Van Trias, shouts.
“The battle to annihilate Alkeia begins Chapter 2.”
Dragging a cluster of platinum-colored stars, she walked towards the Demon King. She moved and continued her words.
“From now on.”
Raniel spoke while wearing a shade and making eye contact with the apostate who had reached the shrine.
“The war to subdue apostates begins.”
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