359 – EP.12.5 Each World: Maria Roen

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The weight of the greatsword was considerable even for Solari, the dimensional manager.

“Mortal Maria…!”

Solari, unable to bring herself to take out her true self, had no choice but to groan in Lumen’s body.

She admired the axe blade getting closer and closer.

‘You’ve become stronger.’

Whether it was split by a greatsword or cleaved by my own axe… physical death meant nothing to Solari.

However, the feeling of the iron piercing into his body and the unpleasant sensation of his physical life fading away were not very pleasant experiences, so Solari struggled to push the greatsword away.

Besides, there was still something I had to tell her.

‘I wish I could have taken out my wings at least.’

When the Dimensional Manager takes out his wings, it means he is revealing his authority.

As a dimensional manager with a noble soul, it is a kind of expression of one’s intention to use one’s power.

That is why, for the Dimensional Management God, the presence or absence of wings is one of the most important signals.

Maria, who had been pushed away with great difficulty, rushes in again. Holding a huge sword, she slashes down with such force that she seems to be dividing herself and the earth.

The power in the greatsword was too great to resist. Solari leapt to the side, and it was the right choice.

bang!

A sound that made me wonder if it was really the sound of a greatsword rang in my ears.

Without even having time to frown at the dust rising before his eyes, Solari sat up and put some distance between himself and Maria.

Maria charged relentlessly like a wild boar on fire.

“Please calm down!”

Solari, whose hands were dizzy from the reckless attacks, gradually began to breathe more steadily and was able to repel Maria’s attacks.

This was not surprising, considering the feats she had accomplished as a mortal before becoming a Dimensional Manager.

‘War Maiden, Solari’

A country girl who took up an axe in the face of a national crisis.

The sharp and heavy axe that had been cutting off the heads of the invaders at the forefront of the battlefield was now aimed at Maria.

“Ugh.”

Maria took the attack with the greatsword’s face and flew to the side.

The movement of the arm that supported the mask has become dull. It is certain that by tomorrow, the arm will be swollen and impossible to move.

Of course, that’s not a problem for Maria.

He extended his arm, which had returned to its original state, forward and aimed for Solari’s chin. It was an emotional attack attempt that gave up the advantage of the greatsword’s length.

The war maiden didn’t miss that opportunity.

“Huff.”

Taking a deep breath, Solari threw his axe forward, spinning like a pinwheel as it shot towards Maria.

Maria raised her sword as the axe flew towards her, fangs bared, and immediately a dull shock was transmitted through the sword to her body.

And then a sharp fist pierced her stomach. Maria’s waist bent into an ‘L’ shape.

Solari didn’t stop. She grabbed Maria’s head with both hands and crushed Maria’s nose with her knee, causing Maria to fall backwards.

Solari overthrew his own followers, not with holy power, but with barbaric fighting skills…

“Mortal Maria. I will not tolerate any further rudeness.”

Solari warned Maria, who was stretching out to catch her breath.

‘Don’t get up, Maria. Please…’

She was a dimensional deity who loved mortals, much like Nivir, whom she revered.

In particular, he gave even greater affection to Maria, who had to live a harsh life for her own plans.

But contrary to affection, the rule was that mortals who opposed the gods were to be punished.

The principle was divine punishment. It must demonstrate the power of the gods and inflict suffering on mortal souls.

But Solari could not punish her.

Because Maria Roen was a believer she cherished.

“Ughh …

Maria raises her body, letting out a beastly sound.

“Don’t get up, Maria.”

Solari whispered earnestly. Sadly, there was no one higher than her in this dimension, and her fervent wish was dashed in vain.

Solari kicked Maria’s chest as she was halfway up.

Mary rolled backwards and was covered in dirt and dust.

“Why is this happening?”

Solari said to Maria.

“…Please send it to the saint.”

Maria stands up, using the greatsword she was holding tightly in her hand as a cane even while being kicked.

Maria’s body, which had risen, was intact except for being covered in dirt.

“What are you believing in that makes you so reckless? A miracle of healing? Is that what makes you like this?”

“…Please send it to the saint.”

Maria swung her greatsword, and of course it sliced ​​through the air.

Before I knew it, pure white wings were spread out on Solari’s back, which had spread out into the distance.

The time of power has begun.

“Mortal Maria Roen. I will reap the miracle of healing I have given you.”

Pit, a line appeared on Maria’s face and blood began to flow out.

Strangely enough, the blood continued to flow without stopping, dripping onto the ground.

Maria put her hand to her wound, feeling it was the first time in a long time that she had felt pain.

Blood flowed down my hand as if I had discovered a new stream.

“We will also reap the miracle of bravery.”

The greatsword became as heavy as a thousand pounds. Maria barely managed to hold onto it with her remaining hand.

“These are all miracles I gave you. They were my weapons given to you to punish the rotten sect.”

Solari folded his wings and approached Maria.

Maria, standing on the ground as if in shock, looked like a statue in a cathedral.

“So if you oppose me, you will have no choice but to take away this miracle.”

Solari sincerely hoped that Maria would understand his warnings, be satisfied with the current situation, and step aside.

“Mortal Maria. There is nothing that can protect you from death now.”

He raises his hand over the head of the reclining Mary.

“So please go now. Leave your memories of him as memories.”

I warn you and I am concerned.

“…death.”

Maria’s voice was heard faintly.

“If I can’t meet the saint, then dying wouldn’t be so bad.”

“…Maria?”

“Oh, Saint, give me strength. Take pity on me and give me the strength to overcome my suffering.”

Maria lifted her bowed face.

Her left eye was shining, the blue, blue eye of a saint.

And her face was clean, without a single scar.

“…what?!”

Solari tried to distance himself by swinging his sword, but Maria’s hand, which had just finished recovering, was faster.

Tub

Maria’s left hand grabbed Solari’s arm.

And in her raised right hand was a greatsword.

“Why a miracle…?”

Solari muttered blankly, feeling the trajectory of the greatsword starting from the neck and ending at the waist.

As the connection with his increasingly weaker body grew, Solari remembered what a man had once said.

[But what if Maria denies you in the process? If her faith comes to me and not to you, won’t your power be weakened?]

‘Even in a faith that worships mortals, miracles occur…’

Solari laughed in disbelief as he felt his upper and lower bodies separate and fall apart.