Those who are masters of the sword and have reached the limit of their sword skills.
As is often the case with those so-called, there was no distinction between kicks and swings in Kuntel’s movements at this moment. The sound of the sword being drawn and the quiet sound of the sword cutting through the air rang out almost simultaneously.
Wow.
Belnoa’s vision was split.
The slash made by the swung sword fell right in front of Belnoa, ignoring the distance. An incredibly sharp slash. The air was pushed out by the sword strike and was cut off with a crash.
“······.”
Belnoa was silent.
Belnoir remained silent and looked at his cut hair. A few strands of her bangs were cut off and fluttering in the air. The slash stopped right in front of Belnoa’s nose, which meant that the swordsman did not cut even though he could.
If I had intended to cut it, what would be fluttering in the air right now would not have been just a few strands of hair, but my own head.
That was a warning.
A warning not to move even a single step.
You shouldn’t follow the enemy’s warnings in the middle of enemy lines, but in this case, you can’t ignore the warnings. Because his life is already in the hands of that prosecutor.
‘···The odds of winning are.’
Of course not.
‘What is the possibility of escape?’
That too is not there.
Belnoa swallowed dry saliva. It was around this time that Belnoa stood there unable to do anything.
Kugugoogung.
The temple door opened with a low sound.
Kuntel, who was standing in front of the entrance, took a step to the side and lowered his head. As if serving one’s own master.
Again.
The sound of steps.
Again, again.
Someone walks from the depths of the temple.
Every time the sound of those steps echoed, the darkness that filled the temple stirred. Fluttering darkness. Trembling air. As the figure got closer, Belnoir’s senses became heightened.
A huge presence.
The sound of footsteps is light, but the presence is so huge that nothing can be compared to it. The oppressive feeling of being pressed down, and the suddenly stale air, tightened Belnoa’s breathing.
‘This···.’
Although it was only once, Belnoir had felt something like this before. In Cadinac, the city of the past night.
Again.
Eventually, she appeared in the meadow that spread out in front of the temple. A priest’s uniform covered in thorny vines. Pure white hair that fell down to her waist. Narrow green eyes. Soon her lips moved.
“You are an unexpected guest.”
Gletus, the apostate.
Disaster appeared before Belnoa.
* * *
“Now that I think about it, Belnoa.”
“It’s true that I resemble an apostate.”
At this moment, a story that Chloe once told came to Belnoir’s mind.
“Professor Rania was mistaken.”
A story about the resemblance between the apostate and Chloe.
Indeed, it was as he said.
“What’s going on here?”
The appearance and voice of the disaster in front of him felt all too familiar to Belnoa. Although she was familiar with Belle Noah, she never recognized her renegade as Chloe.
‘different.’
The fundamental part is different.
It’s difficult to explain in words, but there was a huge gap between Chloe and the disaster in front of her that could never be bridged.
“Oh my.”
something···.
“I asked you.”
A creepy voice.
Belnoir took a deep breath and blinked. In the split second I closed and opened my eyes, I felt like I was getting closer in an instant.
“What’s going on here?”
An apostate was standing before my eyes.
The distance must have been quite long, but did they close it in an instant? No, it wasn’t. The apostate was still standing in front of the temple. The one who moved was Belnoa himself.
An incomprehensible situation.
However, there was no time to consider the phenomenon now. Belle Noah squeezed her shaking hand. What she sees before her eyes are green eyes. The eerie eyes of a madman were looking at me.
What should I choose?
What attitude should I take to survive?
How should I conduct myself?
Numerous thoughts passed through my mind.
This is the moment when the apostate reaches out to Belnoa, who still does not respond. Belle Noah made her choice. Belle Noah opened her mouth and spoke.
“… I was caught up in a spell and fell into the middle of the demon world.”
The apostate’s arm stopped.
She tilted her head slightly.
“so?”
“While on the way to return to the front lines, I was chased by a chase team and jumped into this vertical tunnel to escape.”
The apostate blinked.
She asked back as if she didn’t understand.
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“So, are you saying you came here to run away?”
“···yes.”
“Run away? “Here?”
Belnoa nodded, and the apostate burst into laughter. As if it was absurd. Or as if it were fun.
“Do you know where this is?”
The apostate said, laughing.
“It’s R.K. Abyss, Alkeia.”
Where the old water is heading.
Alkeia, the realm of the apostates.
“Oh my god, this is the first time I’ve seen a child come into my territory trying to run away. “Are you out of your mind?”
···If I had known, I wouldn’t have come in.
Belnoa swallowed those words.
“but.”
The apostate said with a smile.
“Because he is not in his right mind, he must have inherited Belial’s spell.”
Belnoir’s shoulders trembled.
The apostate stretched out his finger as if asking how he knew. A pure white finger pointed to Belnoa’s heart.
“Even if hundreds of years had passed, Belial was my companion.”
In the most brilliant era.
A colleague with whom I have had the fondest memories.
Mumbling that, the apostate smiled.
“How could I not recognize the magic of such a colleague? “Is the god you serve clearly… the lord of the shadow dragon?”
The apostate shrugged his shoulders.
“Child, what is your name?”
“···This is Belnoa.”
“Belnoah, Belnoara…”
The apostate, who had been pronouncing the name several times, smiled. Although it was only for a moment, the sight overlapped with Chloe’s, and Belnoir lost his breath.
“Did you say you wanted to go back to the front?”
The apostate asked a question.
Belnoir nodded.
“Follow me.”
The apostate turned his back and walked inside the temple. A back that looks defenseless. But I had no intention of attacking. It’s not because she resembles Chloe.
‘···No matter what I do.’
Current state of body.
No, even if you do everything you can, I don’t think you can defeat it. That’s not defenselessness, it’s just the leisure of the strong. The composure that comes from the confidence that we can respond to whatever attack is made.
“what are you doing?”
The apostate who was walking looked back.
“Not following.”
A moment of hesitation.
Belnoa eventually walked behind the apostate.
2.
Artia is in ruins.
A madman buried in the rubble of a building was crying and spewing something out of his mouth. What is vomited is the scum that forms the body of a madman.
Clap.
The slushy sediment disappeared as if evaporating the moment it hit the floor. The madman burst into laughter as he realized that the lost old object would not be returned.
“Really.”
The body is collapsing.
It is not only the body that collapses. The aftermath of collapse also came to the shadow that formed the foundation of the madman. The lightning that kept bouncing with crackles ate away at the madman’s soul.
“It’s ridiculous, at this point.”
It was just a moment.
It took a moment for Raniel to activate the unknown circuit, and the outcome of the fight was decided in an instant. There was no time to analyze the circuit or even understand what that spell was, just in an instant.
“The curse-eating mana alone was questionable as to how it was made, but now it has gone further.”
“The essence is the same.”
With a thud, Raniel stood right in front of the madman.
A madman lying in the rubble and Raniel standing with both feet on the ground, looking down at the madman. There was no need to ask who the winner was.
“It’s an incomprehensible spell.”
“So you failed.”
“It hits me where my bones hurt, really.”
The madman joked and asked a question.
“What did you give in return?”
The madman’s gaze was directed at Raniel.
The spell concocted by the madman could not even reach her, but now Raniel’s eyes were bloodshot and dark red blood was flowing from his nose and mouth.
That’s the only load revealed to the body.
But the madman knows.
That’s all that has been revealed, and Raniel will have to pay a greater price. There is no power without a price.
“It won’t be light at all, right?”
Has it ruined your life again?
If so, my operation was a success.
Raniel stomped on the head of the muttering madman with his military boot and thrust his middle finger in.
“Am I a fanatic? “I’ll tell you that straight away.”
Still, she continued.
“If you tell me you’re upset, I’m not shortening your lifespan. “You can’t use that method now.”
We do not use methods that shorten lifespan.
Because this life is not just yours. Raniel vowed not to use the method of exchanging the life he had received from others as if it were his own.
“Are you saying I shouldn’t use it?”
“There is such a thing. “I made a promise to that damn bastard.”
Raniel twisted his military boots. The madman’s shadow fell apart a little faster.
“Well, I guess the cost isn’t something I care about.”
A face half torn apart.
The madman looked at Raniel with his one remaining eye.
“You must have inherited the gray elf’s contract, right?”
“I took the initiative.”
“So that means you also know why they failed to subdue them?”
“I know.”
“Nevertheless…”
The madman sneered.
“Are you still standing there?”
“uh.”
Raniel gave strength to the military boots.
Even the half of the madman’s face collapsed quickly.
A splash of scum splashed up and landed on Raniel’s face. Raniel lowered his head a little more with a loud roar.
“Because I have to.”
“Is that the best?”
Raniel did not answer.
I answered by not answering. In front of those firm eyes, the madman let out a long sigh.
“Anyway…”
He looked at the lightning that clung to his shadow and ate away at his soul. The lightning that has not only destroyed the body but has invaded the soul shows no sign of disappearing.
“This will follow even if I move my body. It’s a truly poisonous spell. “No, it’s not a spell, is it?”
The madman said with a sneer.
“vicious.”
Really.
“It’s a terrible curse.”
Clap. The madman’s body completely collapsed.
3.
Belnoa walked after the apostate.
The interior of the temple was dark, except for the entrance. After taking a few steps, the darkness cleared. An unknown light was brightly illuminating the temple.
Belnoa fell silent at the sight that was revealed.
The inside of the temple was full of people with miserable appearances, something completely unknown, and things that could not be explained in words. It stretched out endlessly.
“······.”
I thought I had a good stomach, but it wasn’t enough to keep my composure in front of this scene. Belnoa’s gaze wavered. A more terrible apostasy than anything else was taking place in a temple meant to serve the gods.
Clap, plop.
Something approached Belnoa.
Something crawled across the floor and grabbed Belnoa’s ankle. A grip that can be shaken off with light force. But Belnoa stopped in place.
“Ah, ■■ ah. ■ ■■.”
It is shedding tears as it speaks an unknown language. Even though its form has become unrecognizable, and even though most of its body has melted and mixed with other things, its eyes are still human.
“why.”
As Belnoa stopped like that, the apostate who was walking ahead turned his head and looked at Belnoa.
“Do you think it’s pathetic?”
A voice without any temperature.
“Or do you think it’s terrible?”
Belnoir did not know what to answer to the question filled with pure doubt. Belnoa was silent, and the apostate continued speaking plainly.
“I think I’m beautiful.”
The apostate smiled.
It was a beautiful smile. More than ever.
“It’s like throwing away your body and returning to your essence. No matter how ugly it is, its essence is beautiful. So we connected beautiful things together. “Whether you are a human, a demon beast, a demon, or a traitor, the essence is beautiful, isn’t it?”
It was beautiful, though.
“Everyone deserves salvation.”
A laugh that feels more bizarre than anything else.
“Getting away from the rules set by the wrong god and becoming beautiful is salvation. Is not it?”
Belnoa’s expression distorted.
The apostate looked at Belnoa’s face and laughed.
“It must be a difference of perspective. “I don’t expect you to understand.”
Still, she walked forward.
“The day will come when you too will be saved.”
This is the place for that.
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