Clearing the Game at the End of the World Chapter 334

Chapter. 15. Can someone who has seen the end of the world plant an apple tree? (39)

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“That…?”

“yes. “It was used to attract quicksand when the Kauladi oasis was completely sunk.”

This is what I saw as it continued into the sea. There were houses or cabins where the holy people stayed, and then there was a coral reef forest and a chamber maid nestled between them. When I passed the border of the coral reef forest, what caught my eye was the quiet moon and holy relics floating around it like the Milky Way.

And my arm was caught among those holy objects. I was going down with all my senses, so there was no way I couldn’t find that sacred forearm that smelled like my blood.

I picked it up partly out of curiosity and partly because I thought it might be useful, but when I got my hands on it, I started to wonder.

‘…Are you okay? ‘Have you sucked it yet?’

It was quite incomprehensible to me, who at the time thought of the sunken moon as some kind of monster that was sucking up divine power.

Let’s say that there are numerous sacred objects floating around like the Milky Way. They were all made by famous priests at famous temples through all kinds of procedures and etiquette, and the history of the relic itself strengthens its sacred meaning. Since they are sacred objects that are tightly bound to the name of God, you may have to melt them gently before eating them.

But what about my arms? He is a non-believer who does not know a single prayer, let alone a sacred ritual, and is not a believer, but rather an unreasonable holy relic created by Mr. Park, an unreasonable member of a sacred partner company, relying solely on the favor of Lo Haram.

“Isn’t it nonsense for a sacred object to be created that way in the first place?”

Divinity does not work that way.

If a holy relic is something that just needs to be exposed to divine power in this way, shouldn’t the weeds near the place where the large-scale prayer meeting be held become a holy relic, the stones should also become a holy relic, and the rolling pin of Mr. Hans, the baker who was watching it, should also become a holy relic?

Of course, since it was a one-time, quasi-summoning ‘holy object’, I thought the sacred power would naturally dissipate over time….

Cracking crackling –

The holy relic ‘the severed right arm created by the holy saint professor’ is still inside it. It was showing off its full divine power and making a sound like a burning oak tree between the cracked scars. An incomprehensible phenomenon. Clearly the divinity I know does not work this way.

“Isn’t that because Ro Haram is showing an absurd interest in you?”

I thought so too at first, but that was too convenient.

“It’s not exactly Ro Haram, but it’s because its believers are interested in me.”

The professor shook his head and on his way up, he spread his control over the water like a net and poured out the holy objects he had gathered from the pocket of subspace.

Sacred relics of the Five Great Heavenly God Churches, including the familiar light pattern and containers of mercy, abundance, and wisdom. And even the sacred relics of a sect that cannot be determined whether they are a cult or were destroyed hundreds of years ago.

Those poured out indiscriminately were still emitting a sacred spirit, and some items had already turned the sea water they contained into holy water.

“Congregants?”

“yes. Not Ro Haram, but his children. “If divine power is the fruit, aren’t believers the root?”

If you think about it, it is the most basic divine principle. It’s just that my head wasn’t working well because I thought the target was me.

Simple faith = divine logic.

“A year ago, when I asked the believers of the light to think of Ro Haram, what do you think they thought of?”

“…You must have thought of the majestic appearance of scriptures or icons.”

“Then what now?”

“When you think of light, what comes to mind is… Ugh! Three worlds. “Oh my God, the ocean!”

“yes. “That’s it.”

“This is not possible. How can you do this? This is how the last days will end!”

At this point, what comes to mind when you think of light. Not only believers of Gwangmyeong, but also anyone who has stayed near a bar or bard even for a short time cannot help but think of Gwangmyeong.

grow. Right now, all the bards of the empire are singing the legend of the founding of a new nation at the top of their voices, and beside them, there is also a song about the destruction of the sacred star by the saint who became a witness to the new emperor’s ascension to the throne.

This means that the image that naturally comes to mind the moment the believers of light shout Latura is not a white stone statue, but has long since changed into the image of a flesh and blood superman who lived in the same era as them and defeated countless chaos.

The number of believers of light who deify me has increased more than expected.

‘I think I understand why Archbishop Norman came back to the main altar and asked to be canonized. As a high-ranking member of the church, he probably predicted this trend.’

It may be due to respect for me, but it may also be due to concerns about my influence having grown too much.

Just as Christianity split into Roman Catholicism and Eastern Orthodoxy, the reverence for the saint among the believers of Gwangmyeong was moving beyond the general level to the level of deification.

Faith is blind faith. And the solid blind faith that logic cannot penetrate is completed by the catalyst of a miracle.

I just need one or two miracles right now. From the sacrament of blood to the rescue of the saint’s soul. He purified the fallen saint Mea Maria and left a significant mark on the founding history of the New Empire. Compared to the tales of Gilgamesh and Gwanunjang, it doesn’t seem like you’re being ignored if you’re better, right?

While Otman was caught in the gap between his common sense and reality, Idrasil, who calmly accepted only the facts, asked with a shocked face.

“Then, Professor. Are you… are you saying you are God?”

“Some extent? Gisaeng god? Subcontractor? “Isn’t that kind of the extent of it?”

“Geuweak. “Forget it.”

“This is more shocking than a dragon.”

In terms of rank, he would be roughly equivalent to the Four Heavenly Kings below the Buddha. Why that? When you enter a temple, there are scary men with scary faces carved on the big door.

Anyway, that was the only way to explain why my forearm remained such a steadfast sacred object. I’ve only seen a holy object work like that once.

‘Branches of the World Tree.’

Just because it fell from the body of a sacred being, it grew a small world tree that maintained the barrier of the elf village from the tight blue line, and by stabbing me in the side of the empire, it cut me off from the world and invited me into frozen time. If it is a sacred relic of the World Tree, it is a sacred relic.

Some of the beliefs of Gwangmyeong believers around the world are directed to me. This clearly means that among the divine powers gathered when chanting ‘Ratura Ro-Haram’, there is a sacred power separately allocated to the ‘Saint Professor’, and the sacred powers I have used so far were not bestowed by Ro Haram out of favor with me, but were given to me by me. This means that he was stealing and using the divine power that was supposed to go to Haram.

This means that when you meet Ro Haram, you will not bow down to thank him for helping you, but rather you will have to bury him in the head asking for his life.

The canonization ceremony that Archbishop Norman so desperately wanted would have been a process of uniting the divided images of Ro Haram and Professor Saint and officially declaring to the world that they belong to the same group.

Because I chewed it up and went to the desert, the divine power of ‘Holy Professor Park’ ended up becoming a little stronger.

“…Of course, my personal sacred power is not enough to be attacked by that ‘monster that is a fusion of the true Creator God and the Creator Slayer Dragon’. The important thing is that from the moment I knew that divinity was given to me personally, I was able to deal with it.”

Until now, ‘Lo Haram! please! Please help me just this once!’ If you were to use divine power with the same thought. This time, I recognized that this was completely given to me. Until now, you have used the bomb called divine power by holding it in your hand and swinging it, but now you can throw the bomb. I know how to use this.

‘It’s exactly the same as what an Auror uses.’

In fact, being an Auror was no different from divine power. If I become a maverick who spends my life fighting, worshiping my body as a temple, and my self as a god, that’s an article written by an Auror. Should I say that it feels like I’m using 100 people’s worth of what I used to use for 1 person?

Huuuung –

As I concentrated my mind, I felt divine power gathering in the holy relic-arm I was holding. It is the divine power of light, and at the same time, it is the belief of countless believers who somewhere shout ‘Professor Saint is God!’

Sweet.

Slowly. widely!

And the holy relics poured out at our feet. Among the holy grail, scriptures, ashes of holy people, and countless other sacred objects that had been accumulated underground in the desert for hundreds of years, sacred objects related to light were trembling and releasing the power trapped within them.

“hmm? “Isn’t that… a holy relic of light?”

“…This is a bit unexpected.”

Additionally, the sacred relics associated with the Goddess of Mercy were collaborating with her power to release old divine power.

Jeok Jeok Jeok Jeok-

Paang!

The sacred object in the professor’s hand – the forearm – absorbed all of the divine power released and shook off the cracked human skin as if shedding its skin, forming something in the shape of a hand with two sacred lights fluttering.

The professor carefully lifted the ‘sacred arm’ and folded his fingers one by one reverently.

“Is that… a handcutter? “Magical?”

“I’m not particularly a beastman. Still, a water magician uses his hands to convey meaning, but if I just use it like this… I feel like it’s a bit haphazard. It’s consciousness, right? That ‘feeling’ is the most important.”

Kuuuuuuu –

I glanced at the sea and saw that it was rising from below as if it was swelling. As the sunken moon, holding the sea, rises, the sea level rises. This probably means that the huge moon has already come very close. As well as Falcatus hanging there.

Whick!

The professor folded his fingers, roughly estimated the location, and then threw it into the sea.

Snap!

The forearm that touched the surface of the water wobbled for a moment, then stood up with its balance like a buoy.

The location is where the largest quicksand occurred in recent times. Just below where the hole they fell into was.

The shape is that all fingers except the index finger are folded. He raises his finger upward and points to the sky as if indicating direction.

At the same time as I threw my arm full of divinity, I felt all the divinity that had gathered in me for a short period of time fall away. Unlike before, when I thought I was borrowing it, I could clearly feel the remaining amount as soon as I recognized it as mine.

I shook out all the boogers that had accumulated there.

‘In the end, divinity is like combining human power.’

This probably means that the personal divinity of Professor Seongja, who acquired only part of the worship of Ro Haram as a side benefit in a short period of time, is only at this level.

That much was enough. As far as making a way out of here.

Kuu Woo-

Woo!

The dragon wrapped around the moon like a dragon embracing Yeouiju, finally revealing its scales above the water.

Wow!

The Yamae God of Light brought his two sacred hands together.

A harsh cry escaped from between the dragon’s teeth.

『Do not run away from the already predetermined results! The moon’s actions of exercising the power of creation are the natural order of the world!』

“And anything that deviates from that natural order is called a miracle.”

Tap, crack, crack!

The dragon and the moon appeared on the surface of the water. In front of them, the forearm that was floating like a buoy and pointing towards the sky began to glow white.

Dragon and Moon. A quiet, resonant voice settled in the sea of shipwrecks and desert ships.

[A suitably holy professor said.]

Wooooow –

[Let there be real light, not just the LED light of the moon, even at the bottom of the deep desert.]

….Pong

It was a shockingly shabby prayer, but it gave meaning to it. It didn’t matter as he was the professor himself.

The divine power extracted from the mountain of holy relics, using the professor’s divine power as a detonator, united into one will and began to perform miracles, and the arm floating on the sea was a piece of divine light flickering from the fingertips stretched out toward the sky. He spun it out and shot it toward the sky.

A small light rises towards the sky like a dandelion seed and penetrates through the ceiling of the sand sea.

Crack, crack,

crackle!

As if the rising light was sending a signal, a long white spark began to grow connecting the upwardly extending finger and the sky.

The dragon’s senses did not miss the flow of that great power.

『What have you done…?』

“Holy-laser guided bombing. “Give back what you dragged there and avoid or block them.”

『Such a shallow trick! “Isn’t that lame?”

“This is the kind of person he is.”

Falcatus ground his teeth as he felt the remnants of divinity blooming everywhere.

The source of power that can be felt right under your nose. Unlike the dragon’s body, it is a sunken moon that cannot move quickly.

Falcatus’ decision was as fast as his thinking.

The

mouth of the dragon holding the moon opened once again, and the dragon’s heated brass spouted out toward the ceiling where the sacred beam of light touched.

And just before the brass touches the sandy sea that blocks the sky.

Kwaaaaaaaa!

A huge pillar of light poured down from the sky, cut through the thick sandy sea and met the dragon’s brass.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

“Otman! Any water barrier! “If you get swept up in just the aftermath of that brass, the sailors’ skin and flesh will all melt!”

“Water shield! Water shield!”

“Woah!”

“Hang on to the boat! “I’m swept away by the waves!!!”

“mom! “Mom!”

“I will convert! I will convert to Haram! Please just live!! “My life!”

Kuhwaaaaaaaaaaaa!

The aftermath of the pillar of light and the dragon’s brass swept away everything in the sunken sea.

Idrasil thought that this was probably what the battle between the mythical gods and dragons looked like in a storm of light and heat.

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nonetheless nonetheless) nonetheless… still…

Avery forced himself to take a breath as he watched the sailors trembling and clinging to the railing.

“What kind of magic was involved in this expedition?…” I

broke a taboo and got involved in a war between two of the largest tribes in the desert. In the end, I fell into the quicksand of the taboo, and not only did I survive, but the ancient gods and dragons who disappeared in the sea below the desert burned before my eyes. I saw it spewing out.

And Saladin, who wanted to look like a desert man and hang from the mast to be roasted until golden brown, summoned a pillar of light that was equivalent to the intangible fire of that fearsome dragon with a single wave of his hand.

Avery was an expert in his own right, and had overcome the crossroads of life and death as if he were climbing over the wall of his own home, but in this voyage, his fallen chin had no way of coming back to its proper place.

‘Let’s retire. When this voyage is over, I will find a good woman and start a family.’

Even if a sailor was brought to the fleet, he had already sailed to a level where he would not have any experience to compare to. After this voyage, I will never go near the sea again. Whether it is a sea of sand or a sea of water. Of course, without going near the priest. Going home. to home.

at that time. At that time, most of the crew, including the captain, were thinking the same thing.

As the veil of thick steam subsided, a heat different from the suffocating heat settled on their skin.

light. Even though the heat is the same, the dry desert sun they have received while living in the desert all their lives is completely different.

The blue sky was visible above the hole that had been melted and smoothed by the heat, and

the light of the earth that came down through the hole was landing on the black, charred fingers floating on the sea.

“It’s outside…”

“Oh, it’s outside! “We can go out again!”

“I’m sick of the sea of water! “I’m going back to my hometown, the sand sea!”

Without any orders from the captain, the sailors spread the sails, grabbed the oars, and moved the ship to where the hole was.

He raised his voice with the old wizard on the bow and saw them raising their hands toward the sky.

Shoot ahhh –

it’s going up. The ship was rising again on the water column rising from the sea!

“Waaah!”

“Long live the wizard wizard!”

“Latura! Ratura Saladin!”

“I told you not to make a fuss! “We need to get out before those bastards below come to their senses!”

Fuaaaaaa!

The climbing speed was getting faster. Between the vertical passages transparently melted by the heat of the dragon and the pillar of light, unsinkable ships and houses pass by like ghosts, and the heat on the ground approaches blindingly…

boom!

Sigh-

“I’m out.”

Finally. The moment the bow touched the familiar sandy sea, the sailors each hugged and shed tears of joy in the joy of returning alive.

Kuwaaaaak-!

So… about 3 seconds.

“Ugh! “I’m out!”

“that! That came out too!”

“It’s a dragon!”

Tears like chicken droppings began to flow again from the sailors’ eyes as they saw the moon and the dragon included in the seawater surging explosively behind them.

Captain Avery immediately rushed to Saladin’s side.

“What should I do now? If I have to run away, right away-”

“Why are you running away? Down there, we were in the middle of enemy territory fully prepared, but now it’s on our side of the field.”

“Perhaps… can you use ‘that’ again?”

“It would be okay to campaign like a politician right before the election for a few months… but that would definitely not work right now, right?”

“But why are you so relaxed! There was no sign of fatigue on the other side, and they dragged the entire sea down there! If we don’t move up to a higher ground right away, we’ll end up in that shitty sea of water again-”

“Aye. That’s not true. Even though it was a dragon, it spewed brass twice in a row. When I look at it, Falcatus, that’s a half penny. It’s a half penny. Well, if we had ate a dragon and could speak and use magic like a real dragon, we wouldn’t have come this far. “He might need some evasive maneuvering, but I can figure out what to do.”

“Then… what about the rest? Doesn’t that monster have a flock? It’s powerful enough to crush Nullak’s fearsome fleet…”

“Oh, that?”

In response to Avery’s question, the professor held out two oval-shaped water droplets to him. Far-sighted magic. It was roughly a telescope-like magic.

“Now stir-gi. Can you see the white sparkle?”

“Desert ships… It looks like there are a ton of desert ships… Are they reinforcements? “How did you call it?”

“I didn’t call you. “They saw it and came to see it.”

The professor grinned, turning the far-sighted magic back towards me.

Gregory and his bodyguard sent to fetch the saint.

Apparently, the saint who said he was going to Roderick got into a balloon and fell off into a side road, so he must have been looking for it for a while under Archbishop Norman’s shouting.

Since they only moved in the name of a saint from Teldrat, they would have easily tracked them down to the barony, but they would have been at a loss when their traces led to the endless sand sea. Finding a single person in this vast desert is like picking a star in the sky, but I was already acting under the false identity of Saladin.

however.

As they were stamping their feet like that, the ‘pillar of light’, which they had only heard of through rumors and had seen only in the torch that was being made, fell in front of them. Isn’t it really no different from Ro Haram’s blessing?

The professor lifted the spell by seeing the Holy Knights scolding the sailors with a morning star the size of a human head on a desert ship reflected through the magic lens, and Gregory shedding tears on the bow.

“We will leave the minors to the experts and focus on the heads of the enemy, Falcatus and the Named.”

The leader of the Holy Knights, burning with a sacred sense of purpose, looked as if he would not be late this time.

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