I Quit the Hero’s Party Chapter 502

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“You kept your promise.”

White hair swayed in the blowing wind.

The torn, blood-stained clothes fluttered. The young man standing in front of Natida with his back to me slowly bent his knees. He stretched out his one remaining arm and grabbed the ax stuck in the ground.

Cheeeeeeeee!

As he spun the ax, which dropped the red-hot molten metal, the ax turned into a broken holy sword. The young man looked back while holding the holy sword. He made eye contact with Natida, who was looking up at him.

“Because I don’t want to die by your hands.”

If you don’t keep your promise, I will kill you again even if it means saving you from the dead. Lark van Grace chuckled as he returned the words of Na Tida, who had made her threats.

One arm covered in scars and cut off.

However, Lark’s breathing did not become disturbed.

Looking closely, the cross section of the severed arm was neatly stopped, and the large wound was full of traces of sacred arts. Natida blinked her eyes.

···Sacred arts? whoever?

It is a moment of doubt.

One after another, someone jumped out of the hole in the ceiling that Lark had jumped down from. Remia with fluttering blonde hair, Kariot with tattered robes, and Destel with fluttering star robes.

The punitive force that wiped out all the armies prepared by the madman joined the battlefield. As they landed in the underground space one after another, Natida’s eyes opened wide. This was because there was a person there that I had not seen before.

“Remia’s back isn’t bad either. Although the riding comfort isn’t as good as Kyle’s.”

“Kyle has a broad back.”

A person who landed in the underground space on Remia’s back.

A woman with cherry blossom-colored hair that falls down to her waist, and green eyes unique to a saint. The woman’s face was both familiar and unfamiliar to me and Tida.

This is a person I encountered several times through portraits and records during my education at the Delohim Church.

“···Saint, Sarah?”

Blessed Saint Sarah.

Excluding the first saint, she was the person with the strongest divine power among the saints of all time. She was a former saint who reestablished the power of the collapsing church and accomplished numerous feats with the warrior Kyle Torben.

Then she turned her head and looked at Natida.

Sara smiled as she noticed Natida’s green eyes and the saintly priest’s clothes she was wearing.

“I am not a saint. You are a saint.”

“Cow,” Destel slammed his shield down.

Kariot stretched out his sword, Remia pulled the bowstring, and Lark took a step forward. As they prepared to face the madman… Sarah stood right next to Natida.

And then, wow.

Sara smiled as she grabbed Natida’s wrist.

“Now that I think about it, I haven’t even handed over the handover. It may be late, but shall we do it now?”

Sarada lost most of her divine power.

She has even lost her value as a saint. However, she was still able to use her sacred arts. Because she no longer needs divine power for her prayers.

Pure white light bloomed from Sarah’s touch.

Although it is faint compared to the light she had when she was a saint, it is still a clear light. Sarah whispered, gently grasping Natida’s wrist with her shining white hand.

“I don’t know anything else, but I can teach you blessings and healing. So, I’ll borrow some.”

Particles of light rose.

Between the rising particles, she recited sacred arts. It is a sacred art that only she possesses, not the first saint or anyone else.

“Take a good look.”

It is a sacred art that she cannot complete as of now. Therefore, she borrowed Natida’s divine power and completed the miracle called Sarah.

“Because it will help.”

The completed sacred art radiated light.

White particles and platinum-colored particles scattered like snow. The bodies of those who came into contact with the flying particles began to recover in an instant. No, no.

Natida opened her eyes wide.

‘Rather than recovery…’

This is close to turning back time.

Weight is growing. The twisted bones returned to their original positions. The blood that was shed has returned. Although it was not possible to regenerate the severed body parts, it was a sight worthy of being called a miracle.

Because Natida had never seen or learned such a sacred art.

“······.”

Natida looked next to me without saying a word.

I saw my senior holding my wrist.

···In the records of the Church of Delohim, Sarah was often described as follows. Blessed saint. She is a girl loved by God who practices sacred arts that reach the realm of miracles. Natida realized that those were not empty words.

Even if you have lost most of your divine power.

She was still a woman who worked miracles.

Destel quickly grasped the situation.

Floating flower petals, a flowing stream of stars, and a sprawling flower garden meant that the plan was progressing successfully. However, he immediately realized that the situation did not go as planned.

The first madman still did not fall.

The polearm that the madman had thrown away a moment ago was suddenly back in the madman’s hands, following a strange trajectory. Every time the madman swung the spear in his hand, the waves that tried to hit him split and foamed.

…Wasn’t the madman a wizard?

That movement was never a wizard’s.

The movements of a first-class martial artist who has trained and refined himself. Moreover, what is that strange window? Destel frowned and lowered her gaze.

Ka, ga-ga-ga-ga-ga-gag!

I saw a storm raging in the distance.

Dust and storms rising to the sky. A shaking ground. Countless and countless spells decorating the air. What you see between them is a fight between a giant skeleton and a black dragon.

‘···Are you late?’

Destel’s expression distorted.

This is because I realized what Belnoa had chosen.

“···Destel.”

Destel turned his head. Chloe was there, looking at her. She moaned, looking like she was going to collapse at any moment. “Belnoir,” she pronounced with trembling lips.

“Calm down, Chloe.”

Destel squeaked and grabbed Chloe’s shoulder.

“I’m sorry, but focus on what you have to do right now.”

Destel stared at Chloe.

“We must defeat the madman and resolve this situation in order to help Belnoa. So, focus.”

At first glance, she appears to be a weak girl, but Destel knows that she is not that weak. Just telling this story would be enough. What she needs now is someone to hold her shaky self.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“······.”

Chloe bit her lip. He lowered his head. By the time she lifted her head again, Chloe’s expression had changed a little. She opened her mouth.

“hour.”

Chloe said.

“Please take the time. Please tie the madman’s feet. Even if it’s just for a moment, it’s okay. Even if it’s just for a moment….”

She pointed to the spear in the madman’s hand.

“Please don’t let the waves touch that window.”

Destel nodded and took a step in front of Chloe. Chloe let out a long breath and grabbed the air as he stood. The fluttering petals gathered together in her hands and formed the shape of a stick.

Clutching the staff made of starlight, she focused again on the movement of the waves.

The wave, which had lost momentum, once again flooded the flower field that had not spread further. It fiercely attacked the madman. Destel began to walk among the fluttering flower petals. In his hand was a long spear.

widely.

Destel took the lead, clutching the Spear of Salvation Ganur. Lac van Grace stood right next to him, her feet buried in the flower bed with a light gait.

“lakh.”

“yes.”

“Are you going to be okay?”

Lark let out a short breath.

“It doesn’t move very well, but…”

“Bingle,” Lark turned his wrist.

The broken holy sword made a screeching sound and red-hot molten metal fell onto the flower field. Before he knew it, Lark had an ax in his hand. An ax burning red.

“I think it’s enough to split hairs.”

Destel glanced at Lark.

His arm was torn off, and even though he was receiving healing through sacred arts, recovery from the wound was extremely slow. This may be because the body has already been overworked beyond its limits.

Even standing up right now is a miracle.

The heat in Lark’s eyes did not cool down at all. Steam rose above Lark’s body. Destel stuck her tongue out inside her. Anyway, it’s amazing mental power. Really.

“Kariot.”

“I barely noticed.”

Next to Destel, Kariot sighed.

“That spear, just by looking at it, it’s a strange spear. If it touches you, it will break through without any damage. So, don’t use strategies that utilize immortality. Isn’t that right?”

“you’re right.”

“Okay. Just try.”

There is a spear over there that can pierce even immortality.

Although he was the polar opposite of Kariot, he did not back down at all. Kariot smiled bitterly as the feeling of death crawled up his spine for the first time in a long time.

“The kids are working so hard, we have to do something.”

He straightened his cross sword.

So the three people took steps forward. With their own breathing and their own walking techniques, they began to run toward the madman. Three human figures were hidden among the fluttering flower petals.

And, the madman.

Cheonhye, Akrita burst into laughter as she looked at the people running towards her, splitting the flower petals. The problem wasn’t just them. The moon rose in the sky with a flash of light.

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-bak!

Akrita let out a long breath as she swung her spear to block the rain-like moonlight and cut down the incoming waves.

“It’s going to spin, really.”

Moreover, the waves got stronger.

A former saint, a shrine, a superhuman who joined the war effort, a young man who thought he was a variable, and even a warrior. Clearly, those who had been thought to have driven them away from the battlefield and pushed them to the bottom of the board were showing off their presence on the battlefield.

In particular, that warrior called Bigul (卑屈) was annoying.

Akrita realized that the author had broken the army he had prepared, and that he had dragged the former saint and Lark van Grace into this battlefield. And, he felt a deep sense of discomfort at that fact.

‘Bigul (卑屈) wouldn’t have that kind of force, right?’

How did they obtain that much force in a short period of time?

How did you wake up the sleeping saint?

Numerous doubts and questions continued to arise. The author was the biggest variable. A variable that neither he nor Raniel van Trias could have predicted turned the game upside down.

‘for a moment.’

Akrita frowned.

The fact that Sarah, the saint, arose…

“That’s right.”

Akrita’s expression distorted.

If the previous saint had opened her eyes, he would have opened his eyes too. A being who can single-handedly upset the game and turn the tide of the war. Kyle Torben thrust his sword at the board.

···Should I consider it fortunate or unfortunate that he is not here?

Raniel Van Trias, standing at the other end of the continent, will no longer perish together with the Demon King and the Sword of Death. Because Kyle Torben headed there. The moment he realized that fact, the madman’s spear became rough.

The plate fell over.

The plan was twisted.

Everything was ruined.

Thanks to Star’s trick, the Gray Wizard, who was expected to perish along with the Sword of Death and the Demon King, will return alive. She will only have the ending she desires in her hands.

Lark Van Grace, who had expected to be killed by the demon king Varta, or at least would die with him, survived and joined the battlefield.

Stella and the Watcher perfected the blade to kill themselves. They are no longer vessels to contain demons.

A shrine, an immortal superman, and a stoic warrior who were thought to be swept away from the battlefield by the army they had created joined the group without a single injury.

Everything, everything was beyond his expectations.

Akrita’s plan was ruined. The perfect picture became a mess. Akrita looked back at the picture she had drawn in her head.

Smudged, paint splattered, torn, and mixed up.

The original shape of the painting is no longer recognizable. This picture had no value. A smile formed on the lips of the madman as he looked at his now worthless painting. It was a mockery. Laughing at oneself, not at others.

A ruined plan, a ruined picture.

“Bingle,” the madman said, adjusting the spear holder.

As it turned out, there was only one answer.

Leave the battlefield. Run away. Sneak into the darkness again and bide your time. Just as you fled from Gletus tens of thousands of years ago, just as you fled from Ganicalt thousands of years ago, hide again in the darkness.

If you wait a long time, the opportunity will come again.

so···.

“······.”

Akrita was silent.

He looked at the long spear in his hand. He let out a long laugh. The sneer turned into laughter. A flash of light flowed from the corner of the mouth. Akrita stroked her hair.

“No.”

he muttered.

“It’s still too early to finish.”

He adjusted his spear and held it.

The friend’s window sparkled dark blue.

Jeokjeok, euddeudeudeudeuk.

My mind was blurry.

What rings in your ears is the noise of chewing or crunching something. My thoughts did not last long in the noise. Only the broken words lingered in Belnoa’s mind.

Open your mouth. spit out fire

Swing your claws.

Flap your wings. flame. storm. Bite.

He moved according to what he heard and what he saw. Why did he become like this? Belnoir even forgot that fact. The only thing that comes to mind is purpose. He kills and tramples the enemies in front of him. That was enough.

A purpose that is simple and understandable.

To fulfill that purpose, Belnoa moved his body. She moved her body in the thick darkness. Every time she moved her body, her vision changed. Something was piercing and tearing my body, but I didn’t feel any pain.

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Someone’s voice continued to ring in my ears, but I couldn’t understand it. Because of the thick darkness, my vision was narrow and my ears were blocked. So Bel Noah moved his body in the dark. Every time she moved her body, her soul shattered.

Passyuk.

Belnoa’s heart was revealed along with the crumbled and crumbled fragments of his soul. A piece of the star stuck in the heart fell with a patter onto the darkness. It wasn’t just star fragments that fell. The roots entangled in the star fragment and the genealogy of magic that Belnoa had built up fell to the ground.

This is the moment when the fallen piece touches the ground with a thud.

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The voice in Belnoa’s ears grew louder.

However, the voice was not directed to Belnoa. Somewhere other than yourself. This is the moment when Belle Noah shifted her gaze to where her voice was heading.

“This is it.”

A clear voice was heard.

“I worked so hard to keep records and leave advice so hard, but isn’t it too much to ignore it like this?”

A thud, the sound of steps was heard.

In the dark space, something grabbed Belnoa by the collar. Rough touch. A rough hand grabbed Belnoa by the collar and pulled him out of the shadows.

The shadows dispersed. My vision was clear. My ears were opened.

Belnoir blinked and looked at the floor.

There were footprints leading from where the fragment of the star… that is, the fragment of the Holy Grail was inserted. The footsteps that followed stopped in front of him. Slowly, very slowly, Belnoir raised his head.

“Isn’t that right, boy?”

Someone was standing there.

Belnoa had seen that face somewhere before. There was no need to search her memory for a long time. Because what was standing in front of me was my idol.

Belial van Dragonic.

A contractor before Belnoa, and an ancient hero.

“It’s been a while, Belnoa.”

He was looking down at Belnoa.

fantasy,