Chapter 158 – 157. Eyes of Destruction (2)

“Well, ahhh-“

Here and now, after listening to what this damn idiot who told me was the one who sent them to their deaths, I plan to subdue them a little more roughly, contrary to Solias’ wishes. A heretic inquisitor who attacks me even while enduring pain.

Only pure anger and hatred toward me in those eyes are coming towards me.

But it cannot be reached.

“Hey, thick, Kahaa ah!?”

The pressure gets tighter as you use more and more force. In response to external pressure, I used [Positive Backup] During the magic parallel technique.

Positive Back up

There is an upper limit to the procedure itself. It is a magic technique that autonomously responds to the enemy’s actions according to the enemy’s attacks and pressure.

In the current case, not only do I distribute the energy I have spared, but I also absorb the enemy’s energy to pressure and crush the enemy.

I could have just run away, but looking at something this stupid and full of beliefs, I really can’t stand it without breaking it.

No-

These are the people who have massacred countless times over the years, declared them heretics, witch-hunted them, and killed them just because they encountered me. I just couldn’t stand it without stopping my mouth from spouting this bullshit.

Pop!

Whoa!

The Heresy Questioners who had been resisting so fiercely were crushed into balls and boom! It explodes with a sound.

It creates a thick blood mist, and blood pours down like rain.

Not just one or two, but dozens of people did this shit.

“Oh, it exploded.”

“…”

Solias just looked at it.

“It’s late to say it, but the more you move, the stronger the force pressing on your body will become. Of course, that’s not the case… I can still see people about to explode again.”

Push!

Blood mist pours down again.

It literally felt like it was being compressed to the limit and then bursting, so the blood became a blood mist like steam and fell down. Flesh, all of them were hit.

Because it was like this back then.

There’s nothing wrong with using something as noble as magic for a chore like this.

The Archangels were already drawing energy into their bodies to block the blood mist from reaching them, but Solias did not stop it. I was literally getting hit.

If she were her true self, it would not be strange for her to be angry about this and to vent her anger at me. She is the creation goddess for humans. She is such a creation goddess, so is it okay to just look at her like this?

To be honest, I thought she was angry here and that she was willing to stop if she was stopped.

“Master, I-“

“No, there is no need to stop it. This is a world full of blood, pain, and screams, and I have no intention of leaving it clean and tidy.”

“…Not that, can I eat these – can I skip the living ones and eat the dead ones?”

Oh, I’m hungry.

But-

“Carol, you can’t eat anything you pick up. I’ll give you something else to eat later, so don’t eat these junk items.”

“…Ugh, that’s-“

Carol was writhing in an irregular manner, with numerous eyes popping out, her mouth and snout sticking out, and her mouth licking her lips. I obviously told her not to eat, but Carol ate all the blood mist flying around me.

And the blood on my clothes.

“No matter how much it is, as a maid, I cannot overlook the dirt on my master’s clothes. It is difficult to remove the blood by washing it, so please let the maid eat it… What do you think, is it the same as Anna? ? It’s the same, right? Is it the same as your sister?”

Meanwhile, the only innocent appearance here makes the madness of this eerie situation even more intense.

The pink-haired girl, the Inquisitor, somehow presses down on her own body and twists it, showing her body regenerating and fighting back against her shattering senses.

Certainly her power is really good against mine here.

That’s because no matter how strong a force is applied, even if it breaks or is twisted, it regenerates again.

Even if her head is cut off, she can regenerate it. For a crazy bitch who goes out of her mind for a while but comes back and shouts that crazy hymn, this is all she can endure.

“…The heretic, obviously- I couldn’t feel the magic circuit! Where and how did you hide it…!!!”

I guess I can say this because I am the one who inspected the magic circuit.

Of course she checked properly.

If a magic circuit exists, she made sure to inspect me with the intention of sealing it and trapping me.

It’s so simple to fuck this crazy bitch who can stab you while smiling.

There is no magic circuit.

I don’t feel it.

Then it’s not this person.

Even if you try to find fault here right now, no matter how messed up the situation is in Phrygia, you can’t do it as you please because the Uruk Empire has openly punished the troops dispatched from a sovereign country for acting as they please.

This is possible during the Gilgamesh period, when even gods are blasphemed and are so strong that they cannot even think of attacking them.

I want to be like that too, but if that happens, how much blood will be shed?

Above all, I felt so bad that I wanted to rip out the eyes of the goddess who was looking at me with pity for some reason.

“I never thought that I couldn’t feel it because it wasn’t there at all, little lamb.”

Of course, there is none at all, and there is no need for it.

Now, magic itself has already become my will itself.

To call it power, it is something that is manifested through my will.

It is absolutely impossible for ordinary humans to unlock the things I have accumulated so far, the knowledge I will accumulate in the future, and the magic that can be continuously backed up and strengthened in the Akashic Records.

Even within Cassandra’s Demon Lord’s army, Tio Gransha was skilled in magic-based combat to the point where he could take advantage of an opening and dispel it, but they only brought a way to subdue a wizard with a magic circuit, and I can use magic without a magic circuit.

Naturally, the girl who had been unexpectedly caught off guard and overpowered was furious…No, she was criticizing me while letting out a roar that was almost like a shout.

“You coward!!!”

Be a coward.

That’s high praise for a wizard.

“Thank you for the compliment. You guys were all cowardly and tried to put everyone down, so I can’t be allowed to be cowardly? Huh?”

Could it be that there is no such thing as justice for that villain?

I agree.

For a villain, fairness is a luxury.

And still, it comes towards me with its terrifying regenerative power and lifts the axe. The sight of the veins of the entire body sticking out to the point of bursting.

Perhaps because she is a saint of Solias, her toughness is very special.

It only ends there.

“There is something I always do when I meet a regenerator. Do you want to know what it is?”

“Whatever you do, I don’t care…”

Grrrr!!

First is the flame.

A solar flame, which is just fucking hot, is carved in its place.

Let it settle on the ground in a radius of 5 meters and continue to burn it. Burn it according to the enemy’s actions, and burn it until the end. Using positive backup, the more the enemy resists, the more intensely it burns.

It presses, burns, raises the temperature.

It would be difficult to get out of that 5m distance with a body of only a few inches.

Naturally, Cassandra’s magic attacks were like this, and I know how vicious they are. I also know how to destroy it.

If you can endure the pain, if you can endure the pain and come forward, step by step, you can come out very quickly.

Can a bitch who uses all her pride just by hitting herself with a whip endure this?

No – I don’t think I can bear it.

“I praise you for getting up and taking up a weapon even when it was difficult to move. In fact, all monsters die if you do this. That’s right, there is no one who can endure as much as you. Monsters are also living creatures with blood flowing, and their physical durability is limited by their response organs. “There’s not much difference other than the toughness. Well, I’m not sure if I can hear it while the organs in my ears are on fire, right?”

Eventually, one of them explodes with anger. I don’t know if he was truly interested in the saint or if he revered her, but even so, he couldn’t go beyond the level of a fanatic.

The determination and actions of idiots who have lost their own judgment, abandoned their intellect and reason, and only run away from reality in hopes of becoming God’s dog are hasty and extremely light-hearted.

“This blasphemous man!!! Save the saint…Keheup, kaheuk- kaheup…#!@$%#!!”

It lets out an indescribable scream and gains strength for a moment, trying to escape my restraints and pounce on me.

If you use your strength, you will die.

If you resist, you die.

Actually, there is one more thing, but it’s okay if you just stop being hostile towards me and run away.

But I know these won’t be the case, so I made the last arrangement while barely maintaining my sense of reason, but I know it’s useless.

What’s the point of being considerate?

That’s no use.

Quad Deuk-!!!

Another blood mist explodes.

“…What are you doing?”

He tramples the head of the astonished heresy inquisitor with his foot.

I have no intention of giving a sermon to them.

“These are the actions you take. These are the actions you take against the poor who cannot do anything, and those who die if they resist you. That’s right, how many of you have treated so many poor people with such overwhelming power and fear? “I guess, don’t you think? It’s something that can’t even stand up to a stronger force.”

Kkuddeukdeuk-!!

“Kwaaaaah!!!”

And grab your arm.

The sound of chain mail, the leather inside, the thick muscles, bones, and plate being torn apart. The arm is grotesquely twisted, shattered, and torn off. The part to be torn is trampled and torn off.

What I felt while dealing with these crazy people was that the pain of overcoming their own madness was the cure.

The pain of exceeding one’s limits is fair to everyone.

If something absolutely impossible exists before your eyes, the madness, fear, and pain are equal for everyone.

“…Now, why? Pray, cry and call out loud. Cry out to the God who sent you here. May your prayers reach the heavens! Scream like that.”

Do you know what?

God does not trust humans.

That’s really, really sad.

Soli Asuna, who always wanted people to love her, but did not trust humans and fought against demons because they looked at others even slightly, and was hit on the back of the head when she asked for help from an external god to quickly subdue her.

Nevertheless, even after such an enormous amount of time has passed, humans are crying out for Solias.

Nevertheless, God could not trust humans and was still disappointed.

“Ah, no death. Now…Stop the bleeding here.”

RUrrrr!!!

“Kwaaaaah!!!”

Cut off the arm and burn the cut area with fire. In the end, I couldn’t hold on and passed out.

“That’s not funny. Look at the way he’s trying to get out even though he’s on fire, and try to imitate him. How great of a berserker is that?”

“The saint is not a berserker…Kahak!”

“Okay, I’ve decided you’re next.”

Suddenly-

I immediately pick up the knife that fell on the floor and cut the tendon of my leg.

As soon as the tendon is cut and cut, it immediately goes crazy and starts foaming. Well, it’s human psychology that you can’t help but freak out when you’re in pain, and the pressure comes from all directions so you can’t even breathe, so you faint again.

What is this?

The human feeling of disgust only grows deeper.

“An old woman who can’t even resist properly, kills a young child and a woman, cuts off her head, and goes crazy with nothing more than a cut of her tendons.”

“Shut up!!!! Collaborating with a devil like you is also heresy and a devil!!”

“Oh, I want you to be next. This saves me the trouble of finding another target.”

“…W-What!? Oh, Ozzy…Kuh, kuht?!”

And then another blood mist is created again. And this time, her carol enlarges her own body, spreads her membranes, and eats up all of the corpse, her blood, before it explodes.

Carol’s insides swelled with a popping sound for a moment, but then returned to their original size, as if she had finished eating.

“…Well, I haven’t even done it yet, but I’m so scared that I’m going crazy and crazy, and then I explode.”

I could have survived by just giving up my goal and running away, but I was determined to kill him somehow.

You scary bastards.

Because she couldn’t endure the harsh words of an old man who was growing old, she cut out her tongue. She has no intention of facing the truth, how dare you? With these thoughts, I was arrogantly looking down on people.

In fact, these people are no better than the people they arrogantly look down on, and even though they are lower in human terms, they are trash.

The half-decayed face of the old woman came to mind, with a smile on her face even after she died, perhaps having said what she wanted to say.

They couldn’t even do that.

And more than 50 people are already breaking out like this. Even now, there are many people who are on the verge of bursting because their bodies continue to be compressed and compressed over and over again.

Is it when half of them become like that?

Finally, a human figure is seen walking out of the pillar of fire.

Holding an axe.

“Hoo-“

And I saw. Slowly walking out, even in a burning body, flesh is constantly regenerating and hair growing. Her short pink hair had grown long, and hostility towards me was pouring out of her red eyes.

The force that still binds her body is crushing her and she is enduring it.

A body with no muscles to be found but a body strengthened only by divinity, walking step by step towards me. In a situation where all the clothes and armor I was already wearing had burned and melted a long time ago-

“Divine punishment, execution…!!”

Her counterattack explodes.

Solias’ flame filled the ground with divine power. Surprisingly, Solias used the flame, and the bursting flame was about to burn the ground.

“Hey, then all the kids here will die.”

“…Anyway, you’re going to kill everyone here… I’d rather be humiliated by your hands than-“

Would other people agree with that?

There is no intention or reason to understand the one-dimensional thoughts of fanatics.

Anyway, all I have to do is crush them gently without killing as many of them as possible and prevent them from coming in front of me again.

It is just a process of breaking one’s will, and dying while rebelling against it is also fate.

In the past, I didn’t have the strength or the time to do so, so I killed them and ran away, but this is to spread fear among those who survived…

At the same time, it is also my anger.

Hot heat continues to burst out from the cracked earth. Flames burn the ground.

Are you really planning to blow away all the believers, heresy inquisitors, and brothers and sisters of your church?

Madness is such a scary thing.

In order to achieve a goal, you can mercilessly destroy the things you used to hate and hate as brothers.

“Five…Live…”

“Wow, wow- what on earth-“

This is true.

This is total shit.

I wonder if the divine power alone is real; it is so powerful that it causes the ground to shake. I thought that being a saint meant healing and protecting allies, but if this power were converted into a full-scale attack, would it be this kind of power?

When I think about it, it sucks.

Even though there was such a thing, did you tell my disciple to go catch the demon lord?

Considering how little support was actually received from the religious denomination, this is an unfortunate situation.

In other words, I was sent to die, but there was no reason to send me there at all.

Well, that’s good.

And finally, the silent goddess approached me.

“Clarke, please.”

It’s easy to know what you’re asking for.

I am trying to prevent that Saint Golbin, who is trying to kill other church members with the goal of killing me, from doing so.

“…Please stop my saint from using [Slaughter] And violence in the name of [Great cause].”

Solias turned to me and spoke to me clearly, conveying her own meaning.

I was almost wondering why Solias still hadn’t stopped me from driving believers to death like this.

Of course, whatever the reason, I’m glad I didn’t make a fuss about it.

“Is that also included in the first one?”

“No, the second-“

…

No, accepting it a second time is too foolish.

Even though I may behave poorly, I have no intention of acting like a bully for what I decided to do. If you decide to do it, definitely do it.

Because that was my father’s teaching.

“Save it, I’ll do it the second time. Honestly, from my perspective, it’s strange that you didn’t stop it, so I’ll just do it as an additional service.”

To be honest, my anger was also great.

And they couldn’t even think that they were wrong, they still believed in a false god, they were fanatical bastards, they had weak faith and will, and above all, they had no sense of duty to take their lives on their shoulders compared to the others who went to catch the devil.

After regaining their strength, I realized that these bugs still do not recognize their true God and only follow illusions.

It’s just that these people are the ones who brag about it, saying that nothing can judge us and that it is we who judge them, as if they were the strong ones, when they too are prone to being crushed if they are trampled on by the strong.

In comparison, the civilians and loyal soldiers who died at the hands of these damn fanatics were more dependable, altruistic, and confident than anyone else.

When the beautiful world before me was torn apart by their hands and thrown before my eyes.

And I still haven’t forgotten that anger and hatred.

I still haven’t forgotten it.

They were not the ones to be humiliated and killed like that.

As soon as I left home, I realized that the world was beautiful, but it also revealed to me that there was filth in the world that was tearing it apart, and I had to fight against it in anger.

And they must be excluded.

The obsession and madness of carrying out divine punishment even by burning everything for one’s own purpose, even if it means killing everyone, with the intention of killing ‘Clarke – Dawn Bringer’, he used his power to wipe out me along with everyone here. Collected.

In my eyes, it’s just an empty belief.

Kogan, who was chosen as a strong man simply because he liked fighting, was happy to meet other strong men of similar level to himself, and even though he had no faith, he came this far just with the will to break the damn demon lord’s head.

Elizabeth for noblesse oblige.

Gawain is for the greater good.

I take responsibility for my own.

And finally the time comes.

Before cutting off his own head, the blood burning and soaking the ground, pouring out even hotter flames –

“I, to Solias, will offer this body-!!!”

I present my second power to the Lamb who is spewing out such flames that his body is burning.

“…Uh?”

In the original situation, the earth’s crust should be broken and burned, but nothing happens.

Why do you know?

You can tell from the moment it is stolen.

And I am surprised that nothing has happened even though it should have been, and of course I have only one thing to say about this.

“…Flame, um, that’s right. He burns his body and burns his enemies. At the same time, he constantly regenerates himself…His blood burns. Are you crazy about your flame?”

Crack-

And then bite your ring finger.

As I bite my ring finger and unleash the [Power] I had just taken away, the dripping blood begins to burn.

And it burns so much that it can’t even be compared to what that bitch used just a moment ago. This is very hot.

And it only burned, and no changes occurred in the cracked earth since then, and it only burned between the cracks.

“What? It’s just blood that turns into fire, and it’s just your personal dragon power that destroys the ground.”

Well, that’s good.

“G-G-aaaaahhhhh!

“Ah, ahhhhh-!!!! Sa, help me-“

…Oh, this is it.

Someone has to hurt themselves to the point of cutting their own throat. Some people just bite their fingers and the [Blood] Drips down. The heat is so intense that even I feel hot.

Let’s see.

I look at Solias and ask a question about this.

“What is this? Does the power of this change depending on the [Divinity] An individual possesses?”

“…Okay, can you please turn off the light?”

She looks hot too.

Well, if I can feel the heat, it’s not an ordinary fire.

Then there is only one person I need to call out.

“Lucy, please come out…”

“Clarke, did you call me?”