The Paladin Owns the Relic

33 – Cult of the Serpent (15)

Baignis.

A monster called an eye demon.

If you look at the simple lifespan, he has lived for thousands of years. He eats anything and digests anything.

But even a guy like this has his preferences. Simple terrain features have poor fuel economy. Rather, there are times when I use more strength to digest.

What’s the point of getting a lot of energy with a small amount?

It is meat. Among them, he likes human flesh the most.

Trumbling.

Footsteps echoed. Every corner of the dark place was illuminated with a torch.

The Heretic Questioner asked anxiously.

“Um…Brother…What could be in the body of a monster like this? Just wait there and leave…”

“Okay. I don’t think so.”

Only the cooling flesh and traces of dried up parasites everywhere.

But there was definitely more to it. Besides this esophagus and blood vessels, something obvious existed.

That’s camouflage.

A place equal to Bagnis’ entire body.

Think about it. The devil in the eyes He lived for thousands of years, periodically devouring everything in sight. It’s a guy who only goes back to sleep when he’s full, so how many humans has this guy eaten in the meantime?

It’s eye-catching. It would have been no different from a natural disaster in the position of humans. However, there was a difference between Bagness and natural disasters.

What you can see.

Being visible means creating possibilities. If the guy who would have preyed on friends, colleagues, and sometimes benefactors was simply a disaster, he could just swallow a cry.

But what if you can see it? What if it could be killed despite its size?

I’m sure he’ll run to kill you. It was also the outstanding knights who made a name for themselves in that era.

Baegness. Eye devil.

This guy has as many enemies as he has accumulated notoriety. And among them…

Heroes also abounded.

“… Ugh.”

“What is this…”

“f*ck… So f*cking awful…”

The Heretic Questioners grumbled. In front of our eyes, gastric juices were gradually draining away. The lava-like gastric juice that continued to seep was slowly draining out of the body, and it was filled with half-melted corpses and landmarks.

It smelled ugly. The smell of rotting meat and slowly digesting terrain. The immersed frozen tree was completely melting from the roots.

Baegness’ gastric juice that dissolves anything. Only a handful of things can withstand it.

I squatted down. It’s a huge amount If you leave it like this, it will take a long time to get out.

“Lada Talk.”

“Yes.”

“Could you drill a hole for me? Beneath the surface there.”

“Why…”

“If you do, I will know.”

Radatorque’s face was full of questions. But his hand moved right away.

Quaaa!!

The water surface gushed like a bomb exploded. Gastric juices began to drain rapidly. Looking at the swirling gastric juices, I yawned spontaneously.

I’m sleepy. I want to sleep. But don’t sleep. This is the most important role.

All that can be collected must be collected.

“Now, wait.”

“What is that?”

“Is there something that doesn’t dissolve in that digestive juice?”

The Heretic Questioners were agitated. I got down to the spot where the gastric juice had drained. The bottom of the boots I was wearing melted slightly.

But only in small quantities. Not all melted. I stepped out. I walked towards the treasure buried below.

All the heroes who died at the hands of Bagnis were caught and swallowed. Those who made a name for themselves in that era.

Of course, the weapons they wore were also famous at that time. Most of them have melted away, but some of the ‘real’ ones are still alive and buried in it.

That is the grave of a hero.

The real treasure you can get after killing Bagnis!

“Hmm. This fragrant smell.”

“That scent. I think you know what I mean.”

Radatorque stood next to me. He groaned softly at the weapons stuck in the flesh wall in front of him.

“How the hell… How did you know this?”

“The Snow Demon was famous for devouring countless heroes on record. So I thought that the weapon would remain here.”

The blade was stained with digestive juices and deteriorated. However, I did not lose my light.

The Golden Age. A story of hundreds of years before the present empire was established.

And the most beautiful weapons of that era were stuck in Bagness’ camouflage in various colors.

Axe. Window. Bayonet. Arrow. Bow and so on.

I smelled the money. They say they can’t be used right away, but if they’re handled by a craftsman, they’ll all be useful!

And the real thing is beyond this! These are just passing steps compared to that!

“What are you doing?”

The Heretic Questioners looked back at me. I grinned.

“I have to take the loot. Brothers?”

People cannot move only with simple faith. You have to give me something to be more loyal to me.

In addition, they lost their original color. Even if you fix it again, you won’t be able to get back the same shine as before.

I’m going to sell it anyway, throw away the condescension!

“Can we really have it?”

“It is the result of everyone fighting hard and winning. And these…”

I touched a sword.

“Isn’t it a waste to just dedicate it to the church? Archbishop Dwayne would take it at will and give it to his followers?”

“…….”

One of the Heretic Questioners grabbed the sword I held out. Watching the day when the light was lost, I carefully wrapped the torch around.

A sword that suddenly rises. It was acknowledged that the fact that the magical conductivity is high also works well with the holy power. Manchurian species. After all, a well-made weapon is a good weapon for everyone.

“Oh crazy! It’s a dog name sword!”

“Even this ax is no joke!”

“It’s this much even though the light is lost…If you fix it properly…”

“Ah… A treasure… Everything is a treasure…”

The Heretic Questioners bowed down to me.

“””Brother! I will swear allegiance!!!

I said humbly.

“Everything means Ra.”

“Ah! Everyone under Ra will become one!”

In addition to its popularity, it was stamped out at all. If you follow me, it’s like you’re convinced that there’s a reward, so there’s no need to worry about betrayal.

Ladatok whispered quietly from the side.

“Brother. Can I bring one too?”

“If you don’t take care of the first class contributor, Rada Talk, who will take care of it? Two are fine, so just bring them.”

“Thank you!”

Ladatok’s eyes were alive.

All of the Heretic Questioners were unmanned. Weapons to a warrior are like a lover that cannot be separated.

Avoiding the people who started making a fuss and robbing their stomachs, I went down deeper. It wasn’t the weapon here that I was aiming for. I was thinking of turning faded things into money.

A valuable thing that cannot be exchanged for money was down here. Even the deepest part of the stomach. A hero who lived for decades while being dissolved in digestive juices.

“…Ah.”

I was there.

The figure sitting while maintaining its original shape.

“……”

Armor. And not that.

There was no trace of gastric juice around it. The area around the skull was dry. A great war hero who had a grudge against Bagnis. A paladin of the Sun God who was once called the sun that never sets.

The greatest saint among the legend-like shrine maidens during the day.

Beatrice’s corpse.

“……”

What is she like? She is a saint

As far as settings go…No. This is a story that actually happened, so it’s a story that all of them existed, so it can’t be said as a setting.

She lived as a saint during her lifetime, died as a saint, and left a record in this world as a saint.

Altruistic. Self-sacrificing. Her walk was full of innocence and truth.

I lifted the diary in front of her corpse. I skimmed through. The content was the same as what we saw in the game, not a single thing was different.

A person who possessed an SS rank weapon, which was said to be rare even in the Golden Age, although not up to EX rank. I grabbed the spear in the corpse’s hand.

[The comet that does not set.]

[There will be no end to teaching.]

[May all light pierce darkness through Ra.]

[The body of ‘Saint Beatrice’ was found.]

[You have acquired ‘Brunak, the spear of light’.]

[You have obtained ‘Beatrice’s Diary’.]

[You have acquired the ‘Distorted Holy Grail’.]

I put all the belongings of the saint who served Ra into my bosom. She lightly tapped the window twice.

Brunak immediately turned into a small bracelet. One of the reasons I wanted to get this in the first place was that it was so easy to carry around.

In addition, the holy relic. It is one of the most sacred relics in the Church of Ra. Eating just one of these is enough to defeat Bagnis…

“…What is this?”

I glanced back at the distorted Holy Grail. This is a first look item. Where do i write it? Once you put it in your arms. There must be a place to write it somewhere.

I took everything I wanted. I touched Beatrice’s body.

Her armor crumbled. It turned to ashes along with the skeleton and collapsed. For the end of the war hero Beatrice, it was a little futile.

I guess it doesn’t matter because it’s not really the end.

I stared at the bracelet. A spear-shaped decoration dangled from the end of the golden bracelet.

“Brother. Is there anything you are looking for?”

“Ah. Mr. Radatoque.”

I grinned.

“Okay. I guess I don’t need it.”

“If you don’t mind, I have a guy I’ve been looking at. Would you like to take a look?”

“If it’s what Radatoque said, I’ll take a look. Just in time, the sword I was holding was also gone.”

“Good. Let me guide you.”

. . .

Heretic Judge Timon I stomped his foot. Suddenly, a portal appeared in the air. He hurriedly led his troops, but the Serpent Church was also there.

An imminent situation. As everyone grabbed their weapons, the center of the portal shook. Immediately, as if throwing up a person, the shadows began to jump out.

Dimona’s expression collapsed. It is the Serpent Cult.

Then the Heretic Questioners can’t…

“…I’m back.”

“Estel?! Why are you here?!”

“I waited.”

A woman with a barcode tattoo under her eye met Dimona’s eyes. Dimona felt an eerie run down her spine.

The strong. She is also a famous woman in the Serpent Church.

Estel.

One of the apostles of Naga.

“…Let’s go back.”

Fortunately, no war broke out. Supporting Isabella, she immediately turned around. She was a little puzzled considering the choice of the Serpent Order, which was known for its ruthlessness.

Dimona looked inside the portal. The paladins he brought with him were agitated.

“Judge! Can I send the Serpent Church guys like this?!”

“Tracking right now…!”

“Shut up.”

Dimona hated heresy. But she didn’t know if there was someone more important than him.

“Do not forget our duty. We are here to rescue the Heretic Questioners.”

“But…!”

“They are already inside…!”

“Has anyone seen it with their own eyes?”

A cold wind blew Dimona’s hair. Dimona stepped her foot towards her portal.

“Everyone wait here. I will come and see for myself.”

“No!”

“Dry it right away!”

“I know what’s in there!”

“Put this down! Let go! Hey!”

Dimona and her paladins wallowed.

“Be rational!”

“I have already acted rationally enough!”

“This is where the snake cult guys came out! Most of them were drenched in blood! Whatever might be in there, don’t ever go in!”

“Then why don’t you stay like this?!”

“You are much more important than some of the Heretic Questioners!”

“They must all have followed God’s will!”

“Judge Dimona! Please calm down!”

“Let go! Let go of this!”

“Bring something to tie!”

“Right now!”

The paladins rushed in and tied her hands. Her struggles pushed her hard, knocking her to the ground.

“Let go! Let go of this!”

“Keuuugh…!”

“What a monster…!”

“Catch! You can’t miss it!”

After struggling for a long time, Dimona shed her tears. Her platinum feet, disheveled in the snow, were damp.

“…Let this…Let go…”

As the playful and always energetic Inquisitor cried, all the Paladins remained silent. She let out a deep sigh as she overpowered the judge, who began to crumble.

“Lada talk… Lada talk…”

The portal shuddered amid miserable cries.

“…Dimona Heretic Inquisitor?”

The Heretic Questioners, soaked in blood, appeared through the portal. The paladins were surprised to see him carrying multiple weapons the size of his body.

The Heretic Questioners, who had become a mess, laughed widely. Then, he soon hardened his expression.

Dimona, heretic judge lying on the floor in captivity. There were even several Paladins riding on top of it.

Radatorque’s eyes changed eerily. The weapon he was holding came crashing down.

“What is this… now… what are you doing?”