Chapter 151: Domain of the Evil God (4)

A world of black and white, where only light and shadow existed.

In the center of it all, a girl stood, surrounded by tense mercenaries.

There was only one enemy in front of them.

But that one enemy had caused a change that affected everyone in this place.

The first ones to notice the anomaly were the magicians.

“Magicians! Hurry up and cast your magic to support the captain!”

“That’s not magic… It’s not working properly.”

“What are you talking about…?”

In the domain of the ash-colored girl, even magic power could not be used properly.

The magicians of the organization realized that as well, and they looked at each other with stiff faces.

Fizzle-.

The flames that had risen in their palms quickly died down, leaving only smoke behind.

The magic that they had honed for their entire lives had dispersed in a flash.

At this moment, this place was like hell for the magicians.

“What do you mean magic doesn’t work? I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“Mon… Monster! That’s a monster…!”

The magicians were thrown into confusion by the sight of their powerless magic.

Magicians who could not use magic were useless on the battlefield.

One of the magicians who had been staring at the girl clenched his teeth and drew a dagger with his trembling hand.

He had chosen to fight with a dagger instead of his magic, which he had trained for his whole life.

A world of black and white, where only light and shadow existed.

In the center of it all, a girl stood, surrounded by tense mercenaries.

There was only one enemy in front of them.

But that one enemy had caused a change that affected everyone in this place.

The captain clenched his teeth and gripped his sword with more strength.

Creak. Creak.

The cracks on his sword grew bigger, and the veins on his hand holding the hilt also thickened.

“Ugh…”

His face was distorted with rage.

At that moment, his sword slowly bent in half.

He dropped his sword and drew a dagger from his thigh, aiming at the girl.

The dagger he thrust with his other hand was so fast that even a famous knight would have trouble blocking it.

“Damn you, bitch! You killed Max… Die!”

He stabbed his dagger at the target with a fierce slash.

Whoosh!

The dagger pierced something deep with a speed like a ray of light.

He felt a sensation in his fingertips that was unmistakably the feeling of cutting through flesh.

But at the same time, he also felt a burning sensation in his chest.

He looked down at the source of the pain, unable to understand what was happening.

In his lowered eyes, he saw a dagger piercing through his own chest.

“Captain!”

“Ah…”

The trajectory of the shadow’s hand was bent towards his own chest.

That was all there was to it.

He felt the cold touch of blood from his pierced chest, and blood spewed out of his mouth.

Everyone shivered at the sight of the captain who met his end by his own weapon.

An incomprehensible phenomenon was unfolding before their eyes.

“Ha… Captain…”

Effe, who was watching the captain fall, let out a short sigh.

What he saw in front of him was a monster beyond measure.

It was not hard for everyone in this place to realize the gap between them and her.

Even if they all wielded their weapons and advanced forward, they had no chance of winning.

“Captain…”

“The captain is dead! Effe! What are we going to do now!”

“Effe, we’ll all die if we keep this up!”

But there was no way to escape now.

They were surrounded by darkness.

Their entire vision was filled with dense shadows.

It was a dreamlike scene in the deep night.

If only it wasn’t the place where they would meet their doom.

They knew it was a foolish thing to look for an escape in the darkness, even without Effe telling them.

“Please, I didn’t do anything wrong! Spare me!”

“You bastard… Are you trying to betray us!”

The mercenaries of Henggloss had two choices.

They could beg for mercy on their knees.

Or they could face death and move forward.

Some of them chose to plead for their lives, but their fate was not kind.

The mercenaries who couldn’t stand their comrades’ betrayal swung their weapons at those who had dropped their swords.

“We’ll all die if we go on like this! We can’t die like this!”

“I haven’t spent all the money I saved up!”

“Shut up! Death is the only thing for traitors!”

Clang!

A man’s back was slashed by a mercenary’s sword.

He rolled on the floor with a large wound on his back, screaming.

His scream echoed in the world of shadows, reaching everyone in this place.

“Aaah! Why are you cutting your comrades…!”

“Someone who decided to betray us is not a comrade! Die!”

“Michael! How can you cut your comrades…!”

“If you stop me, I’ll kill you too! Effe! Hurry up and deal with that girl!”

The situation turned into a hellish chaos by the mercenary’s attack.

The mercenaries who had aimed at the girl pointed their swords at each other, wary of anyone approaching them.

Those who had laid down their swords quickly picked them up and guarded themselves.

The mercenary who had swung his sword first didn’t hesitate to keep swinging.

The girl who had trapped them watched the situation with a smile.

“How fun.”

As the wounded screamed and the river of shadows was stained with blood, the girl enjoyed it all.

Effe felt a chill run down his spine as he looked at the girl.

Some of them were begging the girl for salvation in the midst of the carnage.

A mercenary who was bleeding from his back shouted at the girl with a hoarse voice.

“We surrendered! Save us!”

He wanted her to save him because he had surrendered.

That was his logic.

It was ridiculous that he even asked her to stop his comrades’ attacks.

But the girl’s answer was clear.

“Why should I?”

“Why? Because we surrendered! Spare us!”

“We’re still your enemies, aren’t we?”

Effe had a vague idea of what the predator in front of him was thinking.

She wouldn’t listen to anything he said.

She didn’t care how many of them bled or how many of them submitted to her.

It would be the same even if they all stopped fighting and surrendered to her.

She would never spare them.

“It doesn’t matter to me how you treat each other.”

After all, she was a monster.

***

The northern continent.

The Alterias region.

Philrun advanced forward with his sword in the blizzard.

What Philrun was holding out in front of him was a divine artifact given to the hero of order – Clawsolas.

He was now walking through the blizzard, using the light of Clawsolas as a lantern.

Of course, Clawsolas didn’t seem to like being used as a lantern.

Philrun smiled and opened his mouth to the bright light.

“Why are you so quiet?”

-“I don’t like how you’re using me.”

“Don’t you say we don’t have much time left? Then we have to find it this way, right?”

-“…”

Clawsolas closed his mouth at Philrun’s words.

Everyone in this place knew the truth.

As Philrun said, they didn’t have much time left.

The thirty days that the evil god had given him to protect him were almost over, and soon he would have to fight to defend himself.

What he was doing now was preparation for that time.

He understood that this work was necessary, so Clawsolas cooperated with Philrun without complaining.

“By the way, is that true?”

Philrun wiped off the snowflakes on his cheek and brought up a topic to change the mood.

For Philrun, who had grown up as a loner, Clawsolas was something he could call a friend.

Especially when he was doing such a boring job.

It would be very dull if he kept his mouth shut until they reached their destination.

Philrun shook his sword to shake off the snow piled up on it, and Clawsolas spoke with a stronger light.

-“Are you talking about the effect of the holy relic?”

“Yeah. You said you can summon a sanctuary.”

-“Yes. The candlestick of Englerd creates a temporary effect similar to a sanctuary in the surrounding area. You can create a sanctuary yourself even without a saintess.”

A candlestick that creates a sanctuary.

Philrun imagined it in his head and shook his head with an awkward expression.

Thud.

The snow on his head fell to the snowfield.

Some of the snow that fell from Philrun’s head stuck to his chest.

“Sanctuary. I can’t imagine it.”

For Philrun, the hero of order, sanctuary was not a familiar concept.

He knew that sanctuary was something amazing, but he didn’t know what it was exactly.

He just thought that the goddess would do something great for him.

Clawsolas blinked his light and answered Philrun’s words.

-“Sanctuary enhances the power of priests and heroes who enter it.”

“Sanctuary sounds good.”

-“But more importantly, it blocks the eyes of the evil god for a moment.”

“It blocks the eyes of the evil god?”

Philrun looked up at the sky.

God was a being who looked down on the earth from heaven.

To block the eyes of such a god.

It was a presumptuous expression.

Anyone would have thought so if it wasn’t for the evil god.

As he looked at the sky, Philrun turned his eyes back to Clawsolas, who continued to explain to him.

-“The eyes of the observer lose most of their power in the sanctuary. That’s why the existence of the saintess is considered important in facing the evil god.”

“I see. Then I have to find her, right?”

-“That’s why we’re doing this now.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t worry too much. I’ll find that holy relic for you.”

If the hidden holy relic was that important, Philrun could just find it and take it himself.

He nodded his head and hastened his steps.

He didn’t know if it was the candlestick of Gelard or Englerd, but he had to find it and take it before the evil god or other heroes did.

Whoosh. Thud.

Philrun kept walking forward in the thick blizzard.

His feet dug into the snow with every step, but he never stopped walking.