Chain Action (1)
Chagall gritted his teeth.
“Keuuuu!”
At that time, dozens of rapid-fire swords materialized and charged towards Lian, wielding them all.
Etella shouted.
“Stop!”
As her sincerity took control of Chagall’s body, the chain quickly shrunk.
“Ugh!”
Shiro and the others looked at Chagall, who fell backwards with a thump, with blank expressions.
“Sir, how did this happen?” Etella bit her lip. The most shameful thing of all was that my spirit had already been shown to be broken.
“sorry. “I had no choice.” Etella, putting her tattered clothes back on, slowly stood up.
As my legs lost strength, I had to hold on to the wall, but my stamina gradually returned.
“It’s just what you see. I fell into hell, hugging Chagall. “In return, we are being punished like this.”
“What is the purification time?”
As Sirone asked, the informer’s voice penetrated from outside the cave.
“Article 3241, around 2875 in the year 87…
I understood Etella’s resignation.
Perhaps it was a meaningful number for Chagall as well, so he gave up his life and leaned his back against the wall of the cave.
“Tsk! “You’re annoying me.” Etella said.
“There is a true voice in the Valley of Wailing at Sirone. She also accepts all karma and is bound. Please. Please save her.”
“I came to hell because of that too. And we will also save the teacher.”
Sirone explained the method.
If I saved Etella, I would also be saving Chagall, but it was a no-brainer.
“No, don’t do that.”
Rian, who tried to purify hell by burning himself, and Jin Seong-eum, who closed the psychic realm and saved humanity.
‘Compared to them, I’m
just hanging around with a devil-like man.
“Please leave. He is a person who has given up on finding Jin Seong-eum and Sirone-kun. “I’m not qualified to fight.”
“Don’t blame yourself.”
Sirone knows Etella.
‘A person who is just enough to face Satan in heaven. ‘I can’t embrace Chagall except to that extent.’
Having to live intertwined with the man I hate the most in a world where I cannot die.
‘It must be a terrible thing.’
In the hidden world, karma is not something to be solved, but just a burden to bear.
‘You are given so much karma that you cannot solve it in the first place. ‘Rian is just a special case.’
Although the time of purification was not a badge of rank, the fact that it was the time of 1987 had that meaning.
“I need the teacher’s skills. The power of Taegeuk will definitely help us in what we are trying to do. And maybe we can find a way to purify it.”
“You can break these damn chains?”
Ryan’s eyes widened at Chagall’s words.
“You be quiet.”
It was just that he couldn’t touch it because he was chained, but his anger towards him still remained.
“Kkekeuk, that’s good. Hey, let’s go. Are you sure you’re sick of me too? “Don’t you want to be free?”
Etella made eye contact with Chagall.
Chagall’s gaze turned to the side as a feeling that only they knew was conveyed.
“red.”
He promised himself that there was no such thing as guilt.
“Okay if my power helps. But can’t you just give it a moment? I wanted to cleanse my mind by cleansing my body
… my body .
“yes.”
A miracle stream rose from Sirone’s body, and the Hand of God broke through the cave.
Son Yu-jeong raised her head and opened her mouth.
“wow.”
Ymir may be the best in battle, but seeing Yahweh’s abilities was awe-inspiring.
A huge hand of light dug out a hole in the mountain and filled the hole with clear water.
Sirone said, having finished the work in an instant.
“Give Son Yu-jeong new clothes.”
You can make clothes with the material’s ability, but
“nay.”
Son Yu-jeong pulled out her hair.
When all the clothes were made, Etella held them in her arms and raised her head.
“Can I ask you for one more thing?”
While Rian furrowed his brows as if he couldn’t understand, Sirone calmly spoke.
“Chagall’s clothes too.”
“Really? That guy is a really bad guy. Just before…
Her shoulders shook as Yahweh’s eyes shot straight ahead.
“Oh, okay.”
Etella took the necessary things and looked back.
“song.”
Chagall glared at Ryan as if he didn’t like something, then clicked his tongue and stood up.
“When the chains come off, I’ll kill you first.”
Ryan answered.
“I hope so.”
The two arrived at the lake created by Sirone.
Etella, who was on her knees, first quenched her thirst, then put water in her hand and turned her head.
Chagall raised his middle finger.
“You drink a lot.”
As Ethella took off her tattered clothes and washed herself, Chagall’s mood became even more unpleasant.
“You’ve had it for a while and now you feel like fighting again? “Well, if I could just break this chain, I would do anything.”
“You come too.”
Etella called after finishing grooming herself.
“To fight evil, you must have a pure heart. “This will help.”
“evil? “Are you crazy?”
Chagall shouted.
“I am the evil of evils! No evil can scare me! But what? “What do you think?”
“Chagall.”
Etella’s sincerity was conveyed through the chain.
“Ugh.”
“I can teach you goodness just as you can mistreat me. So come.”
“It’s annoying.”
Chagall, who thought it would be better to just do it than to look even more ridiculous, walked away.
“Here…
Chagall lay down on his face, and Ethella scooped up water and washed his head.
“Archbishop Raphael said: If the power of evil is selfishness, the power of good is sacrifice.”
Chagall remained silent even though he knew that these were the words of the person he had personally killed.
“Good destroying evil is no different from evil. Sacrifice, Ethel. “The stronger the evil becomes, the more.”
She lathered Chagall’s head.
“That is the compatibility of yin and yang. The goal is not to destroy evil, but to transform it into good…
“You are a good person. “I killed it.”
Chagall’s words still scratched her stomach, but Etella was no longer angry.
“is it so. Archbishop Raphael forgave you at the last moment because he foresaw the great battle between good and evil. Destroying evil does not make it disappear. But if you become good…
“Couldn’t you also become evil?”
“Of course it is.”
The greater the sacrifice, the easier it is to turn into malice, and Etella also had a crisis.
“I blame you and curse my situation. But it’s over now. “This will be the last journey for you and me.”
Shot and water was poured.
‘last.’
Chagall’s long hair covered his face like a curtain, and water dripped down his cheek.
The temple was an uproar.
“What are you doing now! You can’t believe they did something like this while the temple was open. “This is a clear act of aggression.”
Gith was so angry at Kitra, the king of Paras, that he started pointing fingers.
“What am I saying?”
“this person…!”
You made the angels useless.
That was the point.
Many lives were lost as pyramids were built all over the world.
‘Isn’t that a good thing?’
From the perspective of other countries, the fact that the angels’ power had been neutralized was something to applaud.
‘It’s not like we’re harmed, right?’
Kitra said.
“I’ll say it again, it wasn’t my will to build an ancient civilization. And you can’t stop it.”
The Kingdom of Corona fought back.
“It has already been revealed that the 12 signs of the zodiac are manipulating the law. “There is also evidence.”
“Even if you do that, it won’t change anything. These are the people who can sit here, so they know. “Humans cannot prevent divine intervention.”
“Not God.”
Everyone in the temple looked back at the observer position.
Pope Constantine, who had been reluctant to say anything other than religious matters, came up to the podium.
“God does not destroy human life with such ignorant structures.
That is the devil’s plague.”
“The devil.”
Kitra chuckled.
“The paladins of the anti-horse department set out to investigate the pyramid. We will thoroughly investigate the truth and collect evidence. And if you, Kytra, are heretics…
Constantine widened his eyes.
“I will punish you with my own hands.”
The golden brilliance, said to be the greatest sacred power of Lamicism, filled the conference room.
‘As expected, it’s huge.’
People’s eyes wandered looking for Havitz, but he did not appear as expected.
The Pope ground his teeth.
‘Are we even avoiding this incident? A treacherous bastard.’
He, who had secretly expected a battle of power, looked back at Shirone with all his emotions.
I heard from reports that he had not yet left the Papal States after their first meeting.
‘What are you planning?’
Sirone, who was thinking about Habitz and Wizard, felt gaze and made eye contact.
‘I wouldn’t even dream of it.’ What
kind of terrible things are happening
in a place you think is a sacred place ?
Small villages were scattered like dots in the forest 13 kilometers from the Vatican.
After touring several villages at night, Sirone and his party became silent at some point.
Seina bit her lip.
‘It’s all a lie?’
In the village she checked, numerous children were receiving special training.
A child who stops eating and whose bones are bruised. A child who prays until his neck bleeds.
Through such self-denial training, paladins gain the ability to fight against evil.
‘That’s the identity of the martyrdom code.’
The moment you realize that believing in God and the abilities you believed God gave you were just brainwashing.
‘done.’
Seina lost her divine power.
“Let’s just go back. I will take responsibility for informing you. “There must be someone who will listen to me.”
“Is that really the case?”
Sirone stopped in front of the entrance to the deepest village.
The sign said ‘Village of Heaven’.
The terrible evil energy that was felt even before setting foot in the entrance was so bad that it smelled bad.
“Hmm.”
Even though the castle was not lit, Seina felt it too.
“What the hell… what is here?” Feeling like he couldn’t speak without words, Shirone took his friends and went into the village.
Even without directly checking, sounds of prayer and moaning, almost like screaming, could be heard from many homes.
“No one is walking around. Are you trapped?”
As Nade looked around, he saw someone walking towards the community center.
“behind.”
Seina’s eyes widened as she looked with her back against the wall.
“High priest?”
Maximus, third in line at the Vatican, but the solemn face she knew was nowhere to be found.
‘I can’t believe people change like that in just a few days.’
His eyes were glassy, as if he had been drugged, and his face was dull, as if he had not washed it.
“Let’s go.”
They followed Maximus into the village hall and frowned as they arrived in front of the building.
“Ugh.”
Inside the window, naked men and women covered in animal blood were tangled together.
Although I couldn’t pinpoint it, Seina noticed some familiar impressions.
“This is a priest I know.”
My voice was trembling.
Maximus entered the room and washed his face in a basin containing blood.
Then he took off his clothes and slowly pushed himself into the crowd of people.
Seina felt sick to her stomach before the sight of blood-soaked lumps rubbing against each other.
“Wow!”
Iruki clenched his chin.
“Doing something like this in broad daylight? Besides, this is a long papal state. That’s not brainwashing or anything. “It’s like a devil worshiper’s ritual.”
A woman’s voice was heard.
“That’s right, a satanic ritual.”
When Sirone turned his head, a girl wearing a hood was standing in front of the window one room across.
“Because this is the headquarters of Satanism. Anyway, you can only get in through the basement of the Vatican. That’s why I couldn’t find it.”
Seina asked.
“Satanism? Or rather, who are you?”
“me? “Hey.”
The girl lowered her hood.
“It’s been a long time. Shirone Iruki nei de”
It was Candler Eden.
