"I am my master Nerolah, and all flesh shall praise thee, and all nations shall come and praise thee."

Joseph knelt on the ground, his eyes blank, and prayed softly.

"When I hear your life on the ground, it trembles. You said that there was a time when all things would return, and then the eternal mountain collapsed, and the eternal mountain collapsed. When the sinners of the West hear your shout, their bodies tremble. For they are afraid of the long sleep, and they are disgusted with the ravens that are dead. Then Nerolah was angry, and their lips trembled, and their bones rotted. ”

Joseph's prayer came to an abrupt end.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and a strange brilliance suddenly lit up in his dull pupils.

On the cross-shaped scar on his forehead, a faint silver-gray flame could be seen flickering.

But he knelt on the ground like a sculpture, as if he had seen something enough to turn the world upside down.

Joseph's eyes, which seemed to have lost the whole world, melted in an instant.

"I forgive you, not for your burnt offering, but because you are in accordance with the truth of my revelation."

A languid, ethereal voice rang out from behind him. The voice was not loud, but it echoed in Joseph's ears like a bell: "But you shall not interfere with Roland, nor save himself in vain." He has his mission, and he has his mission. ”

"Roland will die and rise again in three months - you can say to others and praise Roland's holiness. This is the sanctity I give to this world. ”

The words in those words were like a red-hot iron, etched deep in Joseph's mind.

But there was no pain at all, but a throbbing at the command of heaven. A tranquility sufficient to enchant any life enveloped Joseph completely.

He still understands the mentality of those fanatics.

If you can have such peace after death, it is even if you are cut by a thousand knives before you die.

Tears of emotion rolled down Joseph's eyes.

That's right, impressed-

It was an emotion that Joseph hadn't tasted in a while.

The wound in his brain was taken away by the Sleeping Mentor, and the feelings of being killed by Roland revived in him again.

Joseph's first. I feel that this world is so beautiful.

The sun, the land, the air - just feeling that he was living in this world made him so happy.

Yes. Joseph was brought back to life.

If the killing of emotions is equal to death, then Joseph today is undoubtedly a Holy Spirit born again from a dead shell.

The silver-gray flame in his eyes gradually ignited.

Among them, the gray part is gradually peeled off. A new, silvery-white flame that resembled Roland, but was not as brilliant as Roland's flowing silver, but closer to pure white, rose from his eyes.

"You must be in awe of the eternal sleep, and you must not be attached to it alone."

Then. He heard the gracious and loving voice of his mentor whisper from behind him: "Joseph, your sins are forgiven." ”

"Now you have to listen. Kneel down and pray, and listen to your mission—"

――――――

Crimson blood.

No one can think of anything else when they see the scene in front of them.

Even though the severed arms and broken nails, the pulled out intestines and the protruding kneecaps covered the entire floor, what made the impact more striking was the thick red and black blood that flowed like a river.

"Don't run......"

Eluka Doll smiled as she stepped over a corpse that had been torn in half by brute force.

She didn't shy away from stepping on the entrails on the ground - no, looking at her demeanor, it was not so much that she didn't mind, but that she did it on purpose.

It's like a child deliberately stepping into a puddle on a rainy day. Elukado is playful.

Her black leather boots were half-submerged as soon as she stepped into a two-finger-high pool of blood.

The viscous scarlet liquid bloomed like flowers on her little leather boots.

She had blood on her face. But there is no intention of wiping it at all.

In his right hand, Elukado carried the head of a middle-aged man with a majestic face, the cardinal who was originally the god of darkness, but who had been beheaded by Elukado at the beginning of the meeting.

True. Elukado did take advantage of the sneak attack. But the priest, who is the god of darkness, will be attacked by someone, and even if he dies, there is nothing to say.

It was as if the incarnation of the flame had been burned alive - a foolish thing that would have made Nicks angry.

"Strange, monster-"

"Devil! Demon! Go to hell! ”

"O my lord, save me, save me, save me, Lord—"

The priests of the dark gods wept and crawled, running away at ridiculously slow speeds, not daring to face the seemingly beautiful maiden behind them.

Among them are some idiots who can't crawl out of fear. There are also people who can't speak, and can only cry and make muffled sounds.

As someone once said. No one asks the pastor to be strong - all their faith is in their gods. And forgetting his own weakness because of shelter.

And now, the girl who was like a demon god reminded them again. What is fear?

No, it's not so much a girl. It's better to say that it's a monster that appears in the form of a girl.

Just by meeting, the cardinal, who is usually high, was beheaded. The protection placed by the god of darkness around him had no effect, like a thin piece of paper being scratched directly.

His bones creaked, and in an instant he was torn into more than eight pieces by Elukado.

And when those silver-level priests subconsciously felt that something was wrong and fought back violently, they were desperate to find that any divine magic would be directly torn apart, cursed and weakened by her, and it had no effect.

Even if she escaped into the shadows, she would step on the shadows. The people hidden in the shadows are directly crushed into a pulp, and delicately squeezed out from the gap between the shadow and reality.

Not to mention a round in front of her—in less than a second, her scarlet figure tore through a three-digit number of believers like a hurricane.

- Not a scarlet figure, to be exact. Rather, it's a scarlet storm.

Her crimson gown made up only a small fraction of it. More about the blood of those who were torn apart.

The fragile body was knocked into the sky with a huge force along with the blood, and the bright red of the torrential rain spread down. In an instant, the potholes in the ground were filled with blood. Fragments of internal organs fell from the sky like a gift bag, and fell on the mouths of those poor worms who opened their mouths wide and were stunned.

Before they could realize it and spit it out, an even more terrifying invisible storm struck with great force. Formlessly and insubstantially, it twists those who spit out into scum.

Elukado stood arrogantly in the posture of a madman, and roared arrogantly at the fleeing believers: "Bastards, do you hear me! ”

"Do you hear that? Do you hear that? Do you hear that? I told you not to run! I'm so hungry! ”

Her melodious voice grew sharp and harsh, like glass scraping a blackboard, but swept away like a storm, and those who were crawling on the ground and fleeing could not help but look pained, and covered their ears with their hands in vain.

Elukado's teeth grew sharper.

Her eyes were completely scarlet, with a large number of black, distorted spots appearing.

Without the appeasement of divine magic, Elukado gradually shed her human disguise and revealed the essence of the hunter in it.

She's different from a normal brain-eater. Her evolution is complete, a firm step in the direction of the Slayer.

Whether it's the excavation of psychic abilities deep in the bloodline, or the development of physical strength, Elukado is going in the direction of pure destructive power.

At her peak, she once sank the land northeast of Titan with a single blow. It was a terrible destructive power that a human body could not exert itself.

Crazy she is in another sense, the embodiment of death. Just appearing can bring fear to the being.

It was under these circumstances that the former Silver Queen first met her. The Elder Sleep Teacher's magic has an unimaginable effect on calming the manic.

What Roland wanted was to recreate this scene. Truly gain Elukado's loyalty, not the void emotional bond tied to the sister who doesn't know if it's her sister.

――Of course, before the protagonist appears, he must first clear the scene.

Roland saw the kill prompt in front of him like swiping the screen, smiled slightly, and gently put down the pen in his hand. (To be continued.) )