I Can See Your Code - I Can See Your Code chapter 168

I see your code (168)

He quickly turned his gaze back to Arina. The source of the sound was clear. Because the huge door I entered had been broken in half.

Nearby, the priests were looking at the man who had fallen with astonished faces. He was a second-class paladin named Turlion, whom the Pope had sent to the Underground Ban.

Damn, I guess I’m late too.

It doesn’t surprise me because I feel like it’s going to be something like this. I must have worked out something well.

I stood up and watched the man coming in, stepping on the rubble of the shattered metal.

A somewhat decadent impression of blonde hair that does not match the priest’s attire. The cardinal’s son was also right. Salvator. He entered the venue, looked around, and put a sly smile on his lips.

“Why is the mood on a good day like this? Have you come to a place I shouldn’t have come?”

After saying that, he swung his hand to the side and swung it. At the same time, a metal wall that would not have moved even by human power banged! collapsed with a roar.

Self-deprecation with clear intentions.

The atmosphere is completely different from the last time I saw it. I have to say that I am full of self-confidence, unlike the way I was shy and a little dazed.

Seriously, the guy who used to be an apprentice priest has gained the power of disaster, so he might feel omnipotent.

However, this is the main office of Kitan, the largest denomination on the continent. It is also true that a grand event called the appointment ceremony of the saint was being held.

The priests and paladins gathered here are those who will be at the top of the list no matter where they are placed, even in numbers. Even at the level of a bishop or vice-president, he was treated like a priest or a paladin.

Even though it is said that the one who was sealed in the ban on the Khitan religion is a disaster in the form of parasitizing humans and giving them strength… … With that kind of guy as a host, Queek must be at the level 2 limit.

What kind of confidence is that?

I was immersed in such troubles, and the two second-class Paladins in the venue came forward. The 3rd class and below took a formation around it to protect the priests.

It would have been difficult to understand the situation properly, but it is an accurate decision and quick action.

Whatever the reason, he must have thought that as long as Turlion, a second-class, was defeated, he would not be able to compete below that level.

One of the 2nd class pointed the sword at Salvator and said:

“Once I ask… … Was it you who made Sir Turlion like that?”

Salvator, who had been staring at his fists, grinning as if intoxicated with power, turned his gaze to those words. And looking at the sword pointed at him, he widened his arms in an exaggerated form.

“Hey, Sir Francis. He always said to me that he was crazy and trash, but now he doesn’t. Is it because of the seat? if not… … .”

Salvator smiled and continued.

“Are you afraid of who I am today?”

“… … I don’t know if you defeated Lord Turlion, but at least one crazy thing is certain.”

The paladin frowned and raised his energy.

“If you surrender obediently in view of Cardinal-sama’s face, I will make sure that you don’t see a difficult situation. What are you going to do?”

The place where all the church leaders gathered. Originally, a summary execution would be possible just for causing such a commotion in a place like this.

The paladin’s remarks about taking care of the cardinal’s face are not empty words.

But even with such generous measures, Salvator only smiled calmly.

“Sir Francis. You are mistaking something.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means caring… … .”

Oops, Salvator kicked his feet and shouted in a loud voice.

“It is not something the weak can give to the strong!”

As soon as the words were finished, Salvator’s body quickly rushed towards the paladin. It was a sloppy move, but it was definitely speed comparable to that of a second class.

However, the paladin is also a level 2 talented person. He was a person who reached that level only through his own efforts without any trickery.

It’s embarrassing that the guy who used to be incompetent had changed one hundred and eighty degrees overnight, but the paladin calmly raised his sword and prepared for the shock.

A response that does not disappoint the experience we have accumulated over the years.

Perhaps everyone gathered here thought he would be able to stop Salvator with ease.

So did I.

You can tell just by looking at the form of holding the sword. Now, I thought it was worthy of a second class, but that paladin was clearly higher than me.

He must have been at the top of the second class.

Just because they have a similar energy doesn’t mean they have the same power.

Thanks to this, I looked around with a bit of peace of mind, but I urgently shouted out that Turlion, a second-class paladin, who was being treated by the priests, had come to his senses.

“Sir Francis! You must not come face to face with him!”

His call was a little late.

Even before the words were finished, a paladin named Francis was already flying away.

Aww!

“… … .”

A chilling silence came over the chairman.

Until then, even though it was surprising, it felt like seeing the commotion at the end of the moment, now it is much more serious.

Shouldn’t it have a semi-portrait-like atmosphere?

it would have to be the case. Because two out of the three second-class people were thrown out by him.

They must have faced the reality that they might have to worry about their own safety now.

At that moment, Salvator saw Francis, struggling to get up from afar, and exclaimed with a smirk.

“How do you feel about being ignored by me? are you bothered Do you feel weird? Tell me! How does it feel to be betrayed by the efforts you have accumulated over the years? Do you feel like dying? That’s the feeling I’ve always been feeling!”

A voice close to madness.

It feels a bit like seeing a boy cartoon villain character, so I’m a little embarrassed. It seems like it was like that from the beginning.

I’ve only seen your face twice, but it’s a bit like pretending to know something.

I sighed and looked back. Then, looking at the stiff-faced Pope, he asked.

“Pope, may I know how much time I have to speak with Kitan?”

“… … Why are you so curious about the current situation?”

“Because I can’t get paid for something that has nothing to do with me.”

At my words, the Pope loosened his stiff face. Not because of relief, but because of embarrassment.

“Are you sure you want to stop that guy yourself?”

“If you could extend the meeting time.”

“… … I know you have great talent, but you are still young. It would be the right choice to watch the situation first.”

I know it’s 3rd grade, so it’s a noble expression of the idea of making it your own.

“It looks like we are being pushed back, but the top knight of the Order will arrive in a little while. Until then, if we all work together to stop… … .”

“I can’t stand it until then.”

He answered firmly and stood up.

“Because I’m probably the only one who can stand up to his abilities.”

“What… … .”

The Pope mumbled that, but I didn’t look back. Instead, he stepped forward and spoke in a calm voice.

“For now, I understand that you have accepted the offer.”

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At first, I wondered how the hell Salvator would win. Even with the same level of 2nd grade, the level of the guy and the paladin was far different. It is said that even if the sky was turned off, it was impossible to win.

But to say that he was hiding his power, his energy was constant from beginning to end.

At that time, when I was thinking about my worries over and over again.

The answer I came up with by synthesizing various settings in my head was simpler than I thought.

If you’re not strong, you’re making your opponent weak.

The Parasitic Catastrophe of Underground Forbidden amplifies abilities according to the physical level of the host. But that alone did not give it the name of a disaster. That’s because it’s possible with the priest’s buff.

A parasitic catastrophe, or ‘parasite’, changes the mind of the host. Even adults who have feelings of devotion to humans will develop the opposite hatred.

However, that could be seen as a better situation. The real problem is when you parasitize someone who had a negative mind from the start.

What ‘parasite’ does is not only manipulate the host’s mind, but turn it into a really fundamental level.

No matter how catastrophic it may be to transform a person, it cannot be that easy. Of course, it takes a lot of energy.

But, what if the host no longer needs such a process?

Parasites use vast amounts of energy that should have been used at that moment to unlock their host’s abilities. And the direction is the desire the party had.

If they want to fly, they give them wings, if they want to live in the sea, they give them gills, and so on.

Perhaps Salvator’s desire was… … . I wish everyone else was under me, maybe something like that.

Aside from the fact that even desire is not a desire for improvement, it is a very effective ability.

If it had been the desire to become stronger in person, I would not have been able to defeat the Paladin because of my skills.

By the time it was completely decided. My body landed in the center of the venue.

It must have been noticed naturally since no one was moving. I felt all eyes in the hall focused on me. Including Salvator’s.

He smiled madly, then stopped laughing when he saw me.

“you! okay! Yours was there too!”

“Turn the sound down. Still, when a talkative guy screams, his head keeps ringing.”

Salvator gave me a slightly bewildered look at my casual reply. I guess I thought I’d beg for myself.

However, he grinned again, probably thinking it was more fun.

“Also! I knew a talented bastard like you would react that way! how is it? Do you think the whole world is yours? it will Everyone around you would have supported and praised you! You must have received generous support from your parents!”

“… … .”

I don’t know I’m from this baby, I am from Leighton orphans?

No, it could have been something I knew. It’s like a high-level mental attack.

I cleared my mind as I remembered my parents on Earth. And after calming down to some extent, I was able to answer calmly.

“Honestly, I admit that I am very talented, but that didn’t just happen. You must have suffered ten thousand times more than you tried.”

“I will! You must have had talent! If only I had the same talent as you… … !”

“Well. Even if you were as talented as I am, I don’t think you would have worked really hard.”

If you’re going to say something like that, even if you can’t, you should’ve done it with an official priest. This is not something a guy who was born with a status much more advantageous than normal people and is staying in an apprentice priest would say.

But Salvator looked angry at my serious advice. The boy screamed and ran towards me.

“dare! Now the garbage under me!”

I don’t know if it was because I lost my temper or because I didn’t need it in relation to me, but I didn’t see any signs of weakening.

If I walked, it wouldn’t matter.

After slightly dodging the charge, he kicked it towards the back of his head.

Aww!

A roar similar to the one when Francis flew away resounds. There was a feeling of astonishment in the eyes looking at me.

I said quietly, shaking my legs a little.

“Who is down is yet to be known.”

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