The Priest of Corruption Chapter 29

Sphere.

Sphere.

I said, holding my arm and gently removing the saggy guard.

“If I go and talk to you, nothing will change.”

When I was working in the cemetery, I had interacted with them a few times due to the nature of the work I was doing, so I know it well, but ‘trumpeters of rest’ were never people who would stop what they were doing at a few words from others.

The guard clung back to me with a pitiful look on his face.

“Still, aren’t you the same priest! Whether it’s good or not, please have a conversation with me! Please, really, please. All of my colleagues are already pushed to their limits as the dead roam every night. Me too!”

What can I do if I desperately cling to it this far? It’s not that difficult to just talk for a while.

“I’ll give it a shot, but don’t expect too much.”

The guard’s face brightened.

“Thank you thank you!”

We arrived a little late and thanks to that the day was already going down little by little.

“Where is the trumpet of rest?”

“It’s not far from here. Can I show you right now?”

I glanced at my comrades, who were standing there with faces as bewildered as mine, and answered the guard.

“Please wait a moment.”

“yes!”

I said to Dacia.

“Princess, now that things have turned out this way, go in first and find a place to stay. I will help these people for a while and follow you.”

Dacia replied with a warm smile as if she knew I would.

“Please.”

With my employer’s permission, I asked the guards to escort my party to a decent lodging, and they readily agreed.

“Give me your luggage. I’ll put it in your room.”

“Then I’ll thank you.

I handed my suitcase to Carmen and headed to the place where the trumpeter of rest was guided by the guards. Walking along the quiet road outside the city, I asked the guard, “How long has it been since the trumpeter of rest has been here

? “It

‘s been almost two weeks.”

If it’s been two weeks, it’s worth clinging to as earnestly as before.

The intelligent beings who saw the dead raised by the trumpeter of rest instinctively feel great reluctance and rejection, and if they continue to see the dead, the weak will I even fell into a state of panic. So most people were very reluctant to face or talk to the trumpeters of rest who lead the dead. The sun that had been illuminating the land

all morning slowly sank over the lofty snowy mountains. The hidden darkness creeped in. As I stepped in, the guard ignited the torch he had prepared in advance.

“Just a little further.”

That nervous voice contained plenty of warning about the dead that would come out with the night. ‘s eyes were stained with fear.

The dead climbed up the road. Those who were still on their feet moved on their own feet. Those who were not well on their feet chased after the others even if they crawled.

They were heading somewhere at once.

” , priest…”

A trembling voice. The charred eyes of the dying guard let me know that he had already reached his limit. I smiled and said, “Do you have any

torches left?”

“Yes, yes!”

He handed me the torch he was holding and took out a new one and

lit it. I think you can go back to Eradico first.”

“Well, would that really be okay?”

“Yes.”

If I had to keep going with you, I would have to carry this guard myself and return to the city. It was obvious. In that case, it was better to let go while I was still able to get back on my feet.

The guard thanked me again and again and then ran back to the city almost as if flying.

‘Killed!’

My mother grumbled, saying she didn’t know what she was so afraid of when it was just a piece of dead meat anyway

. It’s only natural that people get scared when they see a dead piece of meat moving. Think about it. I put the prepared chicken on the chopping board to cook, and the headless chicken moves and runs away by itself.” My mother lingered in my

breast pocket for a long time, pondering, then spoke carefully. ‘Murder…?’

The answer was that I had no idea what the hell it was scary

about

. I don’t know why people are so afraid of the dead, who are nothing more than moving chunks of meat.”

‘Kill!’

I continued to walk while patting my mother who was angry, saying that I had been thinking hard for no reason. A little later, I found the trumpeter of rest who had raised these dead. ‘The trumpeter of rest’ was standing in

the middle of the crowded dead and blowing a white trumpet. .No

, the expression blowing would not be appropriate.

Since he was holding the trumpet over the white mask that covered his entire face, of course his mouth was not touching the trumpet at all. It was impossible to make a sound from a trumpet that did not breathe. He was in silence like that

. They were only pretending to blow the trumpets in the

trumpet. But in the first place, the trumpets of the trumpets of rest were not for the living, so there was no need to hear them in the ears of the living. They were only blowing their own trumpets for the sake of the dead

. It was a very peculiar class among the priests, and there were no non-priests in the trumpet of death and rest that they serve

. One day, suddenly and without any reason,

all those who were chosen by the trumpets of death and rest became ‘trumpeters of rest’ and lived a life for the dead. No one knew why they were living such a life because no explanation was given.

The trumpeters of rest who wander aimlessly as thorough individuals blew a soundless trumpet and always led the dead, but I worked at the cemetery and buried the dead they handed over. There were quite a few enemies who gave it.

They usually appear in places where a large number of corpses occur, but especially in intense battlefields, you can always see them. As a result, those in power who don’t like it when the

trumpeters of rest appear in the middle of the night and take the bodies of the dead. There were, of course, no one dared to attack the dead led by the trumpeters of rest, because the trumpeters of rest responded more aggressively to those who attacked the dead led by them.

In addition, it was also something that anyone would be reluctant to face the endless army of the dead.

In this way, the trumpeters of rest were like natural phenomena who did not get along with anyone and lived with the dead for the rest of their lives.

A drooping black mortician’s outfit. White gloves and a mask. And a silent white trumpet.

I pushed the dead away gently and moved towards the thoroughly de-individualized man.

I barely managed to squeeze through the gaps in the group of dead people and started talking with a friendly smile as best I could.

“hello?”

I didn’t have to introduce myself. Those who abandoned their own names were not curious about other people’s names anyway.

Still, I wish I was the one who spoke.

Some of the trumpeters of the Sabbath did not even speak at all, but conveyed their intentions only with gestures.

A pure white mask with no eye sockets was facing me.

Countless dead gathered in the clearing, but there was no sound from the surroundings. In the silence close to silence, I opened my mouth again.

“A lot of people have probably been there, but I was also asked to do the same thing, so I came to tell you the same story. As you well know, moving dead are very annoying to ordinary people, aren’t they?”

There was no answer.

“If you’ve moved or stayed here, isn’t it time to leave soon? You’re not the ones who stay in one place. Are you staying for some other reason?”

“hmm···.”

He cleared his throat for a while, like someone who had been trying to say something for so long and had forgotten how to speak. I waited patiently for him to speak. Then he spat out a few words in a low voice.

“Worshiper of evil spirits.”

“yes?”

I was genuinely surprised, wondering if he had seen through my hidden identity. But the demon worshiper he was talking about was not me.

He pointed to Eradico in the distance.

“They will create many deaths.”

“Are you saying there are worshipers of evil spirits in the castle?”

The trumpeter of rest nodded slowly.

“Did you tell anyone else besides me?”

“no.”

“But why are you telling me about it?”

The white mask fell silent again. I waited again

“…because.”

“yes?”

I muttered so quietly I couldn’t hear it. When I asked back, he answered in a slightly louder voice.

“Because it’s already started.”

At the same time as the bugler’s answer, a huge purple membrane swallowed Eradico. This was not the time to have a leisurely conversation here.

I jumped out of my seat and ran toward Eradico.

***

The trumpeter of rest, left alone in the crowd of the dead, spoke slowly.

“As you wished, I gave him the truth. Trumpet of death and rest.”

He walked away, dragging his long black clothes.

“Now I will do my part before death is insulted.”

At the end of the direction in which those steps were heading, Eradico was there.

The group of dead began to move slowly behind him.

***

Boom!

A huge purple membrane completely isolated Eradico from the outside world. Besides, this wasn’t a wall created by simple authority.

It was a barrier created by highly condensed mana twisting the laws of nature.

Wizard. There was a wizard in it.

It wasn’t impossible to break the barrier with physical force and get inside, but it was extremely inefficient and it was sure to take a long time.

In the meantime, it was an obvious story without seeing what kind of disaster would happen in this place.

But I had a way through this magical wall. I took my mother’s hand out of my bosom.

“It’s time to act, mother.”

Mother’s hands were easily affected by the simple laws of physics, but not in any way by the magically twisted laws of nature. In other words, by using her mother’s hand, she could deceive the wizard’s eyes and sneak into it.

When I put my mother’s hand close to the magic wall, it turned into a girl with a faint light.

Mother put one hand on her waist and looked up at me and shouted.

‘killing!’

The question is whether it is necessary to go into this dangerous place. The mother’s concern was perfectly natural. As long as the worshipers of evil gods deal with divinity, they could really die if they got it wrong.

My face was reflected in the beautiful eyes that shimmered in dark green and darkness.

I smiled. As always.

“This son wants it.”

‘Murder…’

My mother let out a sigh and reached out her soft hand, holding my hand and leading me.

As my mother guided me, my body passed smoothly through the wall of purple magic.

‘killing!’

My mother warned me to be careful and careful again and spread her hands toward me. As I gently embraced my mother, the girl made up with the dark light and dug into my breast pocket with her hand.

I took out my butcher and looked at Eradico, who finally revealed himself.

Eradico was burning with screams.

It seems like every city I go to is burning.

I quickly jumped out of my seat and ran into the gates of Eradico, where three men and women stood in the middle of a burning street.

The purple-haired woman grabbed a woman’s hand and whined.

“No! No! I heard there is! No!”

The red-haired woman, whose hand was being held, answered in a cold sweat.

“Are you sure he confirmed that his party entered the city? Now, wait a minute! I’ll find them out soon.”

“You! Just! Die!”

The man who had been staring at him slowly opened his mouth.

“Wait. I think I found it.”

“What?! Where! Where!”

As the purple-haired woman clung to the man with admiration, he extended his finger and pointed at me.

“There he is. Marnak.”

The purple-haired woman smiled brightly.

“It’s real! It’s the real Marnak!”

Neat-length blonde hair. A meticulously groomed beard. A cool face that anyone can see.

That man and I were old friends.

I quietly started the butcher.

Why hey hey hey hey!

‘killing!!!’

Please, my mother’s request to calm down and act calmly. I ignored the request.

The purple-haired woman came running towards me with a thud.

“Marnak! Marnak! You’re so strong!”

The divinity of corruption that has been accepted to the limit has revealed itself in the form of a tattoo. The Gates of Corruption amplified and amplified my body.

“Move.”

“How long have I waited for you! I hate it…”

The high-speed rotating metal blade tore through the body of the purple woman vertically. Blood and flesh splattered. I just took my seat. Squeeze divinity and muscles to explode power.

Why hey hey hey hey!

The butcher became a line. That damn the baby’s face to tear.

“It’s quite different from the rumors.”

“shut up.”

As he murmured, a dark purple curtain blocked me. I quickly took my mother’s hand out of my bosom and placed it on the back of mine.

“What?!”

The man’s face turned to astonishment as the butcher gently pierced the purple membrane. I swung the butcher to cut the man’s body in half.

However, unlike his shocked face, his body was more agile than anyone else. That quick response saved his life.

Instead, I tore off his left arm.

The man who quickly stepped back, No Riverkell, smiled broadly while holding onto his shoulder.

“Ah, I remember now! Now that I’ve heard your voice, I can remember now! You were cleaning the corpse back then! Hey, seeing you wearing that priestly uniform makes me proud for no reason. Huh?”

He smiled broadly and shook his head.

“By the way, from my memory, you’re definitely not dead? I remember killing you myself, too. Sup. Is that strange? Well, since you’re alive right now, are these all meaningless stories? But I’m a bit disappointed. You.”

Riverkell stretched out his right hand toward me, showing white teeth.

“Because the master’s arm you’re wearing is this way! Not the left! Ha ha ha ha! Thank you very much for the past three years!”

damn sorceress.

Gritting my teeth and suppressing my anger as much as possible, I spoke clearly.

“From now on, I will cut you into pieces very carefully.”

Turned the Butcher back on again. The Butcher cried out instead of me.

Why hey hey hey hey!