< 92. Hell of Disbelief (20) >
***
While Ha Eun-seong was in confusion, those who caused it also felt as deeply confused as Ha Eun-seong. The heretic judges opened their eyes wide.
‘A warlock? And a dragon?!’
Minjun’s body and face were covered in shadows. It was clear that he was a vicious spellcaster who specialized in sacrificing people.
But why is the dragon there?
‘Anyway, the committee will be behind us.’
They weren’t naive enough to think that Minjun was an Earthling. Despite the smokescreen set up by the headquarters, the committee decided to intercept the target.
‘There’s no proof. It’s just a guess. They sent him to persecute us. To entrust him with such a dirty job… That guy is a prisoner.’
Meanwhile, Minjun also observes his opponent.
‘The head is still in Joachim’s hands. Why didn’t you take it away?’
His gaze tilts slightly and he sees the priest with his arm torn off. The bleeding from the cut has already stopped. Even without reciting any sacred magic spells.
If you are a great priest, even injuries like amputation of limbs will heal quickly. It is a healing magic inherent in your body. A severed arm will not grow back, but that is enough during battle.
=I don’t understand why the committee is interfering with our legitimate exercise of rights. Didn’t they already give us permission to jump?=
Instead of answering, he points to his head with his finger. The severed head emits a brilliant flash of light.
“I should give that to you.”
The inmate does not explain that the committee has placed a huge bounty on his head.
Also, he did not mention the order to avoid getting involved with the heretic judges as much as possible, but if that did not work out, to eliminate them.
Because I don’t intend to do as you tell me.
“If you cooperate obediently, I have no intention of killing you. I have something to say.”
The judges’ faces were filled with an unmistakable sense of displeasure. The three pairs of eyes became fierce. The other party’s words seemed to completely ignore them.
=Was the closure that long? So long that the committee forgot the strength of our church?=
Drops of blood flow from their foreheads and fierce divine power emanates from their bodies.
Minjun narrowed his eyes.
‘Religious people don’t get along well with me to begin with.’
Their resilience is such that even curses can be repelled, so you have no choice but to use tactics similar to those used against dragons.
The judge spoke in a slightly dazed manner.
=Joachim, please wait a moment. I think it would be better to deal with the intruder first and then continue the rest of the conversation.=
The prisoner’s body grew in size as three aliens surrounded him and jumped in.
***
Joachim watched the fight before him with a blank stare.
A bloody battle between monsters you’ve never imagined.
‘Isn’t that… that Korean agent?!’
He did not know of any other warlock who used shadow monsters in such a way, even though their faces were covered.
The shadow covering him changed its form several times a second and attacked. And surprisingly, the three otherworlders seemed to be struggling, unable to overpower a single agent.
Minjun seemed to be running wild, but he moved in a very precise orbit. His attacks were both beastly and brutal, and had a controlled precision. The judges almost lost their limbs several times.
The aliens who were dealing with him were paying extreme attention, unlike when they were first attacked. That’s why the darkness that flew in like a blade barely managed to cut his flesh. Although he avoided serious injury, the wound remained and his divine power was consumed for recovery. Even though it was a 3:1 fight, it seemed that the agent had the upper hand.
‘That’s···.’
Joachim realizes another fact.
‘I have no intention of killing you!’
Joachim doesn’t know all the vital points of that race, but if he cuts off their neck or breaks their head, they will die. Just like his father. However, Minjun is skillfully avoiding such places.
When things didn’t go as planned, one of the judges became impatient and forced himself to summon up his divine power.
Pfft!
A flash of light spread from the otherworldly hand. It was a light without heat, but Minjun quickly turned his body as if he had sensed something. The holy light brushed past his shoulder. Then, as if water had been poured into boiling oil, the shadows shattered and scattered in all directions. The shadows flipped and skin was revealed in the burst area. A bare body not covered by the shadows.
But, the flesh is bubbling and boiling.
Kwarrrr!
The principle of the recovery system in sacred magic is to extremely activate cell division, and when applied to a healthy area, it has the opposite effect. As a result, a large tumor swelled up on Minjun’s shoulder.
but.
Phew!
Minjun didn’t hesitate and stuck the ceremonial dagger into the tumor.
pop!
The flesh that had swelled larger than a watermelon burst and a clot of blood spurted out. The red debris quickly melted into thin air and disappeared. The agent, who had just torn apart the flesh attached to his own body without even groaning, resumed his attack as if nothing had happened.
Maybe it was his mood, but Joachim felt that the shadows had grown darker.
‘Who the hell are you? Why did you come all the way from Korea to fight with the judges?’
With his knowledge, he was unable to link the identity of his opponent to the committee.
‘No, what does that matter now?’
Joachim had to make a choice. Contrary to expectations, the fight was not going to end one-sidedly. The agents and the judges were too busy fighting. It seemed so.
So now he had to decide his course of action.
Consider the judges’ suggestions.
‘You’re going to take me to that dimension?’
Should I go?
They said that by attending the last rites prepared there, you will help awaken the gods from their sleep and leave an indelible mark on their memory, thus ensuring eternal life.
The answer was quickly derived.
‘I can’t believe it!’
Even though I had heard the secrets of the religious order that my adoptive father had been persistently demanding for so long.
Joachim could not trust its contents.
The story of the original race was particularly shocking. Those who dream of this world. The saviors who will one day destroy the false world and grant eternal life in their memories.
The deity that Joachim worshipped and served with devotion.
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Such gods···.
‘You’re so lost in a happy dream that you don’t even realize that blood is pouring down the back of your neck? Are you saying that you’re sleeping without even realizing it?!’
Even the idea that those living in a false world could collect divine blood and use it as currency was something that was simply unacceptable. No, it was beyond that level of blasphemous nonsense.
When Joachim heard about people sucking blood while alive, he thought of some African tribe. They were so uncivilized that they continued to do things that even vampires today would not do.
A scene I’ve seen somewhere. People are drilling holes in the scrawny necks of cows. When the blood gushes out, they hold a dirty plastic container close to the cow to collect the blood, so that even a single drop will spill. Blood collection does not necessarily mean slaughter. After extracting enough blood to prevent death, they apply mud or hot ashes to the wound to coagulate it. Then they wait until the blood starts to flow again. After that, they drill another hole in the neck…
‘That’s ridiculous! There’s no way the original race could be being consumed like that!’
I open my eyes wide and think.
‘Rather than a god… isn’t it closer to ‘livestock’?’
It’s disgusting. Even trying to accept it as fact is disgusting and repulsive.
‘That’s a lie.’
Joachim, like many people, had clear standards for his faith: he believed what he wanted to believe and disbelieved what he did not want to believe.
Just as he had been a child, unable to believe that the world he lived in was real and a lie, he decided not to believe the judges’ words.
Because those animals are not the gods they serve. They cannot be gods.
So Joachim decided to run away.
=No!=
The heretic inquisitors were shocked to see Joachim dragging his adoptive father out. There was no escape in the reaction they had expected. Why, when he had told them the truth they had been longing for and offered them something that was tantamount to guaranteeing eternal life?!
So, he tried to approach Joachim right away, but Minjun didn’t allow him. He was startled by the shadow that was wrapping around his body and shook it off.
In the end, what stopped Joachim from running away was something they had forgotten.
***
=!=
Ha Eun-seong, who had been stunned for a moment, came to her senses at Min-jun’s shouting in her head.
Shock and horror quickly turn to anger.
‘Those aliens, they’re connected to the kid who killed me!’
No matter how things turned out, the aliens couldn’t do anything good. That meant they couldn’t get past that familiar light body.
‘Where are you running away to!
Minjun clearly said, ‘If anyone looks like they’re running away, just shoot fire at them! They’re not going to die from that anyway!’
Huhuhu!
Ha Eun-seong, puffing out her chest, recalled the feeling she had from practicing before. She had never breathed out her breath before, but she had trained many times up to that point.
The air is condensed to its limit.
Hwaaaaah!
The moment when you pour out your full strength.
“!”
The night in Bremenharn was briefly interrupted.
A ray of heat shoots from the ground, piercing the darkness. Daylight seeps through the gaps in the black sky. The city, free of shadows, glows crimson. A fiery storm rages in its center.
Kwarrrrrr!
Although it was not intentional, the flames were tilted slightly upwards instead of being level with the ground. It was fortunate for the citizens of the city and for the person who set them on fire. Instead of piercing through the city, the flames were shot up into the empty sky. That’s why there were no large-scale casualties and they didn’t burn Min-jun’s head.
Nevertheless, everyone was confused.
Minjun and the judges’ offensive paused for a moment. The agent looked at Yong with a dumbfounded expression. However, the person who was most surprised in this place was Ha Eunseong.
=What, what is this···.=
I didn’t mean to burn it this hard, but half the house was blown away!
The walls crumble and flames roar along the round outline of the breath. Inside, the steel frame is melting and slowly seeping away.
Joachim sat down, clutching his head. The goal of preventing escape had been achieved, but the process had been too much. To the point where a missed aim was a blessing in disguise.
Minjun clicked his tongue inwardly. There was also emotion mixed in with his grumbling that was not that of a prisoner.
‘Why is this guy, who isn’t even a hundred years old, so hot? He’s a guy who’d cause trouble if we merged him.’
His thoughts quickly return to the prisoner. While the judges are frozen, he lashes out with a shadow whip at the seated Joachim.
=Huh?!=
The screams continued.
“Eww!”
The sharp shadow cut off the bishop’s arm. The head he was holding rose into the air.
Draw a short parabola.
Degururu.
The alien flies its body. Not to save Joachim, but to intercept his head rolling on the floor. However, Minjun blocks it, and as expected, another judge blocks the shadow that was fired at his head.
Their fight began again.
No one cared about Joachim. On the contrary, they were tacitly welcoming the current situation. A bishop-level priest wouldn’t die just because his arm was cut off, and his movements were sealed and his head was pulled out of his grasp.
Or maybe he decided that his life or death wasn’t important. Maybe.
***
“······!”
Joachim, lying in his own blood and struggling, noticed something strange.
‘······Why isn’t it recovering?’
A priest of that level does not show the phenomenon that should naturally occur. The arm was cut off, but the cut surface would heal quickly. Minjun also knew that, so he cut it off.
But the wound was still serious. Blood was gushing out.
Only then does Joachim recite the sacred magic spell. But…
‘?!’
The power that had always been present in his body since he first awakened his ability was no longer felt. Joachim was at a loss.
And so several attempts are repeated.
He felt his head grow heavy.
‘cold···.’
A huge amount of blood was lost through the unhealed wound. My body began to turn cold like ice. My vision became blurry. An eerie coldness seeped in from all directions.
Beyond the shaking vision, I see my adoptive father’s head thrown to the ground. He is lying on his side, his cheek soaked in red blood.
The priest thinks in deep pain.
‘It’s all a lie, isn’t it? Father!’
The patriarch killed the bishops he had raised like his own children with his own hands. He did so in a very cruel way.
Joachim considered it an irreversible accident committed by a madman.
But what if it had been for a specific purpose? What if the compulsion to return home was not the impulsive delusion of a psychopath, but the religious man’s desire to be assured of eternal life?
What if the father killed his children to gain eternal life?
‘If what they say is true… are you really crazy?’
No, that can’t be true.
Deny it desperately. It’s all lies.
Meanwhile, the pain slowly faded away, became dull, and finally enveloped Joachim warmly.
Only then does he feel extremely tired.
I muttered in my head.
‘I want to sleep.’
Now I didn’t want to do anything. I just wanted to sleep soundly. Without dreaming. If I did dream, I thought I would fall asleep again in that dream.
I just hope it isn’t a nightmare.
Darkness rose up from under his eyes, rustling. Joachim did not resist it.
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