The Paladin Owns the Relic

Chapter 32

32 – Cult of Serpents (14)

Demon sword Surt.

A dangerous weapon with mortal power.

But I can’t use it. The reason is this.

“Crazy…!”

A large amount of holy power was lost. He left deep scars on his body.

[Warning.]

[Part of the bowl is broken.]

[Be careful not to over-move the body that has reached its limit.]

After using it, it becomes a defective product. It is always like this until you have a body of equal rank. It’s natural to goof around for a few days.

In addition, there is a downside that Surt sucks all the battle experience. In return for catching the Grass Hopper, I had to level up several times, but I couldn’t hear any of its cheerful sounds.

All you can hear is Surt’s low, miserable scream.

【Hahn … More, dirty …】

I immediately put Surt, howling in an innocent voice, into my pocket. I looked up at the grasshopper while lying on the floor.

A monster that has completely disappeared from head to torso. In the first place, the limit of skill output that humans can produce is usually S rank. Anything beyond that is beyond human power in the first place.

If it pulled out all its output, it would have been almost as powerful as a nuclear bomb. It wouldn’t have been possible at the time of that claw, but it could have annihilated at least a small village.

[You have defeated the Grasshopper.]

[Baignis’s heart slowly stops.]

[The abilities of parasites that have lost their guardians are greatly reduced.]

The excessively long legs fell off belatedly. The parasites that were swept away stick to the floor sticky.

But the problem still remained. That’s why I brought this person.

Even if I defeat Grasshopper, I can deal with the remaining remnants.

“Nunaaa!”

“Uh, huh?”

A bewildered answer came in. I didn’t even remember to look back, so I just lay down and shouted.

“I have no strength in my body! I think I’m going to die!”

“What?! Oh, no?!”

I heard the lingering parasites crawling. But even faster footsteps stopped in front of me.

“Gwa, are you okay?!”

Isabella’s face came closer. I reached out. It was refreshing to finally get out of this disgusting and smelly place.

A natural laugh. I leaned over to Isabella.

“When I die, bury me in a sunny place.”

“…You really are.”

Isabella supported me. She glared at the approaching parasites with her drawn sword.

“Stop worrying about people.”

“I will try.”

“…Speak well.”

. . .

Radatorque quickly organized the situation. The rest was relatively easy. As the monster, which was so hard to look up at, disappeared, the remaining demons were moving at the level of crawling on the floor.

The shell also weakened and lost its luster. The sword, which did not fit well before, now fits well.

Radha Talk was covered in his blood. The wriggling of the flesh wall disappeared, and everything became quiet.

He felt that the end had come. And he was at the center of the end.

Apprentice Priest Zahard.

…Those who are guided by the gods.

I saw it in the midst of the swarming army of demons. A huge sword of fire and a back that was small but bigger than anyone else.

But that wasn’t the spark of Ra. A demonic flame that brings destruction even to its owner.

That wasn’t the power a single human being could produce. It was an impossible power even if you sold your soul to the devil.

What the hell. How the hell

My God.

Is this also what you mean?

Radatorque left the rest of the parasites to the Heretic Questioner and stood in front of the boy. He looked down at the young apprentice priest and asked briefly.

“Brother. What is that flame?”

“It is the flame of destruction. It is also the reason why Ra chose me.”

“What is that…”

“It is an evil being found at the church branch. And I took over the Aspect that was sealing it.”

Radha Talk opened his eyes wide. Does that mean that an ancient evil lies dormant within that body?

“Then, did you contact Ra at that time?”

“That’s right. He chose me, and I also decided to take over the mission. It is my role to protect you from an ancient evil.”

“My God… how heavy a thing is for such a young body…”

“This is the path I chose.”

Zahard struggled to get up. He grinned.

“I have no doubt that even Radha Talk would have made the same choice as me.”

At that sincere laugh, Radatoque collapsed. He cursed himself for doubting him for a moment.

What on earth did I… Try to bring down this young and strong priest?

“…But brother.”

Radha Talk knelt down. He met his gaze.

The timing is not good. Not very good. If he had been born ten years earlier, the situation in the church might not have been as bad as it is now.

“Currently, the church is in a mess. The remaining forces are too great to set everything right. It is not unusual for an apostle to appear in the Sun God Church. It has existed several times. Three apostles are still alive.”

“So what?”

“Originally, what was four was given as three. We are currently looking at the prime suspect in the apostolic murder case as Archbishop Dwayne, a cardinal candidate.”

“Is it okay to kill an apostle like that?”

“Stigmata are supposed to go out as soon as they kill a follower. But it’s a different story when you go through someone else.”

He is a competent and young talent. However, he has already filed his whistleblower, and has bought enemies within the Church.

Archbishop Dwayne.

As one of the incumbent cardinal candidates, there is no way he could have a good view of the boy in front of him.

“What do you really want to do, brother?”

“It is to spread the teachings of Ra.”

“Is that all?”

“No?”

He said confidently as always.

“I want to clean up the rotten interior and stand on top of it.”

Stand up.

Sundara.

At first glance, it could be an ambitious, overpowering statement. However, Radatoque was rather comfortable because of that.

I felt like I had caught a glimpse of his sincere heart. And what kind of person he is, he has been confirming himself all along.

An existence that extends a hand of mercy to other denominations.

A being who personally cooked for the starving.

A being who sacrificed himself to find a way out of a hell where he felt like he was about to die.

He is full of self-sacrifice. If a person like this stands at the top, wouldn’t any denomination change?

“…Heretic Inquisitor Radatoque swears to you.”

There is Dimona above him. He loves her He thinks of her as a child, and he always wants to be by her side.

But the boy in front of me is different. Not a defender

Those who must be followed.

“I will keep quiet about today’s work. I will not turn my back on any hardship. I swear to follow you.”

“What about the Heretic Judge?”

“That and this are different stories.”

“…Ahahahaha.”

Zahard laughed.

“The difference between a subordinate and a bodyguard?”

“…If you have to put it that way, yes.”

“That’s good. Iron-blooded bear of the Church of Ra.”

“That title is a bit.”

“How are you?”

Zahad stuck out his fist. Radatokk stared blankly at it.

“It’s cool. Iron-Blooded Bear.”

Radatorque hated that nickname. I didn’t want to be called because it seemed like there was a lot of innocent blood on it.

But why?

Because it came out of his mouth, the reason I got affection like never before.

“…Is that so?”

Radatorque hesitated. Finally, he slowly closed his fists.

“Thank you. Priest.”

“Are you finished, brother?”

“Shouldn’t we sing it with respect?”

Ladatok laughed after him.

“I will swear allegiance. Priest.”

. . .

The portal opened. To be precise, space itself was torn apart as the heart stopped beating.

Snow was pouring through the gap. We looked at it slowly. Radatoque murmured.

“…The Sun God Church is probably waiting outside.”

He and Isabella exchanged glances. Isabella clicked her tongue.

“If you leave, you must be an enemy.”

“…The moment they both leave, they will become enemies.”

Radatorque took a step back.

“Go. Heresy. I will let you go this time.”

“What?”

“You’d better disappear before you change your mind.”

Radatorque winked at me. I laughed.

A very good posture. Rada Talk. Uhhh You’ve become a subordinate, but you know how to notice!

You’re on a different level from those Hector guys!

“Let’s go. Sister. It was fun during that time.”

“……”

The surviving snake followers and paladins saw us. Isabella knelt before me. I made eye contact.

“Are you okay?”

“It hurts. But it will get better as we go. What.”

“…Are you going to do something dangerous again?”

“If that is what Ra means.”

She stroked my stigma.

“Don’t forget that other possibilities exist for you. If you are confused, come to me anytime. The Church of the Serpent is open to you.”

“Gee! Just go when they let you go!”

“Where did you say goodbye to our priest!”

“Ah! Our captain could be like that!”

“Why are you like a jjomsaeng?!”

“What?! What’s wrong?!”

The Paladins and the Heretic Questioner faced each other and gnashed their teeth. Then, without anyone saying it first, he burst into laughter.

“Go. Heretics.”

“Eat well and live well.”

“If you run into it again, you will die.”

“You are the one who dies.”

“You played some poker.”

“I know how to bet next time.”

“Yes. f*ck you guys. Go away.”

“Do you want to search?! One more game before leaving!”

Isabella looked at the two denominations laughing and talking. As if they really liked the image of the two denominations that had become friends during the time they had been fighting together, they couldn’t take their steps off hastily.

But the moment of parting came. She put her forehead on me.

“…If. Indeed, if the day comes when these two denominations become one… I will follow you. My little friend.”

“You will miss it. Sister.”

She raised the flag until the very end. Where dare I’m laying the groundwork as if I’ll never see you again.

You’re mine until I repay the favor! It’s like the spy I planted in the Serpent Church!

“That, don’t be so direct…it’s embarrassing…”

“You won’t forget me, will you?”

“Could that be?”

She took something of hers out of her arms. An old, crushed brooch.

“It’s really important to me. Give it back sometime.”

“I won’t return it.”

“What?”

That’s how it’s going to eat you!

But I couldn’t say that, so I whispered in her ear instead.

“You have to have it so you can keep watching it. Yes?”

Isabella’s face flushed red. She glared at me and she burst into laughter.

“You really… Are dumbfounded.”

Page.

The lips briefly passed over the forehead. Paladins nearby blew a whistle. Isabella growled as she blushed.

“Shut up and get out! Prepare to escape immediately! As soon as you go out, it bounces right away! By avoiding battle unconditionally!”

The cape, stained with Isabella’s blood, splattered. She looked back at me one last time before stepping her foot through the gap in space.

“…See you again.”

“Goodbye. Sister.”

She disappeared through a gap in space. Her serpentine cults swarmed after her, leaping into the crevices of her space.

“Goodbye! Fools!”

“Let’s not see each other again!”

“Go away!”

Even the last paladin disappeared among the cheers of the Heretic Questioners who blew the whistle. The interior of Bagnis, where only the Sun Godism remained, was very quiet.

The part that was clearable because it was an event boss that was mostly stock battles. I turned on the stretch all the way. Fracture nodes were cold. It’s as if they’ve all grown old.

I want to rest. The holy power didn’t return properly, so the wounds didn’t even heal properly.

But there is still work to be done. That’s the most important thing to do!

“Priest. If you feel unwell, take a break and go…”

“Just call me brother. I am afraid that others will misunderstand me.”

“Okay.”

“Do the rest of the Heretic Questioners agree? The last thing I wrote was that I would keep it a secret.”

The Heretic Questioners looked at each other. Then they shouted in unison.

“Of course! Brother!”

“A. Don’t worry!”

“Our mouths are heavy!”

“Now I’m going to change to the priest’s line!”

“Who just said that?”