Garcia the Decapitator.

The four-seal-level great sword-wielder had finally ended his bitter battle, and at his feet, on the corrupt earth, the corpses of more than a dozen black goats had been accumulated.

Something is wrong –

The decapitator, who had finished his own battle, did not rush to support his subordinates in the bitter battle, but just dragged a large, somewhat excessive cross sword, and fell into thought.

- Black Goat.

Decapitators are no strangers to monsters that live in the depths of the night.

As the front-line sword-wielder of the Sweeper Brigade, the polluted area of the Deepest Night was not a forbidden area for him that he could never set foot in.

On the contrary, he was so familiar with the place, and the familiarity could not be more familiar.

The sweeper brigade was originally the target of the deep night, and the great sword wielder like him, their enemy was no longer the demons in the shallow depths of the deep night, but the deeper and closer to the essence of the dark chaos in the mad zone, as well as the dark empire and dark civilization bred in it.

Garcia is no stranger to black goats.

It's an old rival.

From the cubs to the elders, he had dealt with them all, and although they had won and lost each other, they had never been as ...... as they are today Foolish.

They—

And there was not much enthusiasm for fighting.

As if they were just completing the task, although the offensive was endless, it lacked the offensive and fighting spirit it should have, and more importantly, the elders who controlled the power of chaos...... And it didn't show up.

Are you preparing or planning something?

Garcia's wild instincts made Garcia aware of it, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Even a muscular head like him can see the problem, presumably Wyman must have understood the current situation, and there is no need to add a needless burden to himself.

Moreover, taking a step back, even if it is determined that the black goats are secretly plotting something, it actually has little impact on the overall situation.

Prepare well before the battle, and there is no need to mess with possible threats.

But...... As darkness, in the depths of the night, began to creep restlessly, he realized that he and the Order had far underestimated the determination of the Children of Darkness.

- Taboo Catalogue XIII: Black Goat.

Death that roams in the deepest night, the wriggling darkness, the enemy of civilization, the untouchable.

Although it is grouped with the Black Goats in many sources within the Order, they are actually two very different things.

The Black Goat, which was included in the Order's taboo list, is the eldest son of the Deepest Night, the source of the Black Goat Race—although there is no reason for it, and no conclusive evidence can be found, many people in the Order's madrasa regard it as a substitute for the will of the Deepest Night, or the embodiment of the will of the Deepest Night.

It was an enemy that mortals could never contend with.

Whether it is the sword-wielder, the great sword-wielder, or even the black goats that inhabit the deepest night, they are as powerless as children in front of it, and the will will will be polluted just by touching it, and the concept of self will be deviated just by perceiving its existence.

The more ancient the black goat, the more they revere it and offer it as a god.

Once they come into contact, the wisdom they have accumulated over a long period of time, and the self they have formed, will fall apart and disintegrate like a gravel castle beaten by the waves.

It is the enemy of wisdom and civilization.

This is true even for the black goats it bred.

So Garcia never expected that-

The will of the black goats is so determined that they will not hesitate to sacrifice an entire tribe to summon this untouchable god.

But no matter how unexpected it is, since it has happened, then it must be faced.

Garcia looked at the battlefield that was still in a stalemate, sighed softly, and then stared at the creeping darkness that had eroded from far away.

He was ready for battle.

Although he has not yet stepped into the end of the mortal path, as a great sword wielder, he also has his own pride.

Even the monsters above the mortal world on the forbidden list, the nameless ancient gods who came out of ancient mythology alive, he would never retreat half a point when necessary.

At the end of the day –

It's just a ghost buried by the ancestors in the old world.

Come!

Let me take a good look at you for what you really are!

Clenching the big sword in his hand, the decapitator let out a thick and powerful breathing sound like a brute bull, and his ability was running at full power, and the four holy stigmatas implanted in his body were lit up in turn, shining brightly on the gradually dimming battlefield.

but

Done useless work.

The Black Goat, the god of darkness born from the depths of the night, did not aim for the most intense and fierce brigade of sword-wielding warriors.

What he chose was-

Holy Army!?

The loud and ethereal chant was still there, and the pure and flawless light sprinkled from above the heavenly dome, but this could not contain the expansion of the darkness at all, and the lord of the black goat, hidden underneath it, who could not be glimpsed into the specific form, carried the great power of the entire deepest night, constantly compressing and eating away at the positions of the holy army.

Like a collapsed domino, or like an ear of wheat under a cold wave, the soldiers of the Holy Cult Army fell one after another, stubble after stubble, on the corrupt earth, under the darkness that spread like moss, little by little they lost their voice, little by little they became the nourishment of the wriggling darkness.

It was as if a plague had descended, and a frenzy of darkness swept in all directions.

The aftermath alone rippled through the battlefield.

Back down, back – back again.

There was no communication, and neither the sword-wielders nor the Dark Children chose to retreat.

This is not only because, when the super-mortal power began to intervene on the battlefield, the worldly war had no meaning, but also because it was ...... The power of this lord of the black goat, does not distinguish between friend and foe.

As long as it is within the reach of its power, all things will be endowed with equal destruction.

It is a natural disaster

- A real mobile disaster.

And now, it's aiming for-

"Holy Cult Army. ”

"No—it should be the Chals. ”

Garcia the Decapitator looked at the divine light that was gradually eroded by the darkness, and looked in the direction from which the melodious chant came.

There, under the pressure of darkness......

There is light in the bud.

Subsequently—

A voice sounded from above the heavens, a majestic and vast voice.

"And the Lord said, Let there be light. ”