Possessed in a Thousand Novels - Possessed in a Thousand Novels chapter 73

10. Saint. And Cheonma (5)

Qarring-!

A scream from the earth. Shena crouched down with her body in the heavily shaking carriage.

Shena had all her windows closed to hide exactly which carriage the Pope was in, so she didn’t know the details of what was going on outside. However, with her saintly talents, she was able to have some sense.

An unholy being that she deserves to despise and hate, and her single will that moves that being.

‘Siwoo… ‘Siwoo?’

Absurd speculation. However, as she was thinking about Siu and her just now, the thought seemed quite persuasive.

Having learned her basic divine powers, she was now able to roughly understand a person’s temperament, and the temperament she could sense from the outside was strangely similar to the boy she longed for, even though it was twisted enough to twist the entire world.

The possibility that that being could be Siwoo. That alone made Shena feel comfortable and close. She is like someone who has found a familiar signpost at an unfamiliar crossroads. Like a sailor who observed the stars she knew from the vast ocean.

But she was different with her Pope, who was with her.

An instinctive hatred that comes from sacred power that has been strongly accumulated over decades. It was so severe that it even shook the Pope’s reason.

“How could such an evil being…”

Aversion. Anger. Contempt. Fleshy. After experiencing all kinds of emotions, the Pope slammed open the carriage door and went out. At the same time, the bloody smell that was thick outside came into the carriage.

Shena shivered and crouched down. Amidst repeated bursts of sound that tore her ears and repeated vibrations that threatened to destroy her carriage, the girl who was left alone put her hands together.

In the end, she couldn’t make any wishes.

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The distant shock transmitted to the earth caused massive internal injuries to both Siwoo and the Holy Knight.

Siwoo didn’t just hit the empty ground without meaning. What Siwoo attempted was to project his inner energy and magical energy to everyone standing here through the earth.

And although the strategy was successful, the result was almost a crushing defeat for Siwoo.

It is not a sophisticated technique of self-reflection, nor is it borrowing the destructive power of the Heavenly Demon Divine Art, but a simple and ignorant technique that even a child can think of. The amount of inner energy and magical energy that Siwoo poured into to perform that technique was longer than the time the kingdom went through its ups and downs, and the blood path that had passed that amount of inner energy should have been no longer able to function properly.

That would have been the case if Siwoo had just been a warrior.

However, Siwoo was not just a military man.

A technique that binds the soul for 5 minutes and a taboo that allows the body to move with will alone turned Siwoo’s crushing defeat into a victory.

Siwoo led the body that hit the ground and harvested the lives of the paladins and priests who had suffered heavy blows. The number was not that large. That’s why Siwoo adjusted the range, thinking of Shena who was riding somewhere in the carriage.

However, reducing the number of enemies to be dealt with by half was a remarkable achievement.

As Siu beheaded the last priest, the paladins at the back of the wagon train slowly began to approach. A more alert and defensive attitude than before. Spiritual pressure was felt in the square they formed. A member of the Holy Knights armed with the same faith.

Facing it in its current state is close to suicide.

However. There is no time.

Siwoo recklessly rushed into Bangjin and swung his magic sword. However, unlike before, the magic sword was easily blocked by the shield. The power of the magic sword, which had been greatly attenuated by the sacred power of several paladins, was not as powerful as before.

Siwoo clicked his tongue and opened the distance. It was difficult to deal with that phalanx right away. There is no time. Since there was no time, Siwoo had to aim for a more clear target.

In Siwoo’s eyes, he saw the Pope jumping out of a carriage.

That’s it.

Siu immediately charged at the Pope. The Pope also reacted immediately. The divine power that tries to bind Si-woo’s body. Siwoo borrowed the power of his magic sword to shake off his divine power and clashed with the Pope’s shield. As the magic sword and the shield collided, small explosions continued, and in the end, the magic sword that could not pierce it bounced off.

Indeed, a class 6 priest. Does this mean that beings who are on the verge of becoming a master are different? Siwoo took a breath, faced the Pope directly, and raised his sword.

A brief lull. The Pope smiled arrogantly, used one of his arms to fight off the group of knights approaching him, and scolded Siwoo.

“You evil devil! I can’t keep my eyes open to your vicious actions any longer! As the chief servant of Malum, I will condemn you!”

The old-fashioned words were too neat to be spoken on a bloody battlefield, so they sounded more like a joke than a resolute speech.

What’s even more ridiculous is that the paladins and priests who heard those words seemed to be even more motivated. They seem to identify themselves with mythological saints and heroes.

He was fighting these people.

Siwoo held back the laughter that was about to burst out and held the magic sword tightly. If the other person is arrogant and lacks a sense of reality, it is a good thing for him or her. Perhaps the Pope would also be deeply affected by the excitement of battle in a situation like this.

If so, there is no reason to let the excitement cool down. Siu rushed to the Pope, and the Pope also made a hand sign and projected his divine power. Every time the magic sword and divine power collided, an explosion that completely destroyed the entire area erupted.

Siwoo relied on Diwinitas, the supreme sword technique created by Siwoo of the SF world, to block the Pope’s bombardment and move forward step by step. Because the attack coming only from the front was too honest, even Siwoo, who was at a much lower level, was able to block it.

The Pope must have felt it too, as he fired divine power into the sky. A white pattern engraved in the red sky. Soon, a shower of silver poured from the white pattern. The light of exorcism that cannot be blocked or avoided.

Siu gritted his teeth and called Ignis and Sylph. A raging fire storm. A shower of silver rose in opposition to its formidable power.

In the midst of a fire that was difficult to hide from the enemy, Si-woo used the power of black magic to forcibly assemble his magical power. It was obvious that Si-Woo would die first if he continued to advance step by step like this, so he needed a shot to get close to him at once.

And the one solution that Siwoo could devise in this firestorm was perhaps too obvious.

A miracle that borrows the power of spirits through magic, captures at least traces of the Arch Mage with black magic, and recreates it with magical power pouring down like a waterfall.

Inferno.

A spell with the name of hell explodes across the area. Storming pillars of fire and burning lava. Since I was still conscious of Shena at this moment, the scope was not wide. However, the Holy Knights in that narrow range could not avoid serious injury.

As the master of that magic, Siwoo went through the middle of the inferno and approached where the Pope was. In the midst of all this, he stands quietly in his place and shields himself with divine power.The Pope wearing a . That calm appearance was almost elegance-like, but Siwoo now knew.

That the protective shield is something that can never be used for a long time.

When the inferno stopped and the Pope’s shield disappeared, Siwoo activated the power of the magic sword again. And the Pope held the cross around his neck.

What appears at the same time is a welcome from the Vatican. When Siwoo was momentarily overwhelmed by the sight of the silver kingdom, the Pope proudly shouted in the middle of it.

“Come, devil! Know that this is your grave!”

Instead of answering, Siwoo swung his sword wildly. The power of the magic sword tore the illusion to pieces. Then, for the first time, an emotion other than arrogance appeared on the Pope’s face. Although it was very pleasant for Si-woo, he was afraid that his partner’s pride would disappear.

Of course, even the time to indulge in such sentiments was a luxury. Siu hid his own nervousness and was attacked by the Pope. The sword and divine power clashed breathlessly. He was anxious because his heart felt like it was going to burst, and his body felt like it would collapse at any moment. The pain had already passed the critical point, alarm bells were ringing like crazy, and Death was hanging on his shoulder and hugging his body tightly.

It seemed as if the Shinigami was speaking to him. Stop now. It’s time to leave.

Siwoo answered the messenger.

Not yet, not yet. Just give it a little more time.

And, if anything, give me more strength.

Siwoo’s magic sword answered that desperate prayer.

“What… !”

When Siwoo plunged his magic sword into the ground, darkness fell everywhere. Isolated space. As the owner of the magic sword, Siwoo instinctively realized this.

The only people in this space are Siwoo and the Pope.

An execution site created by drawing out the power of the magic sword to its limit. The Pope must have known this, and his complexion turned pale for a moment, but then he returned to normal. When viewed objectively, the difference in rank is obvious. Si-Woo now knows that he will not be able to defeat the Pope no matter what he does.

hahahaha! It’s the devil! In the first place, I had no intention of receiving help from other paladins! “I could easily defeat you on my own, but do you think using the power of the devil would make any difference?”

You’ll know that when you stick with it.

Siwoo didn’t have time to answer, so he only answered in his mind. He used the power of the magic sword to seep into the darkness, then appeared next to the Pope and swung the magic sword. However, the spherical artifact that the Pope had just activated blocked his sword. Ten spheres of light. The artifact that protected the Pope on its own was nearly impregnable.

But Siwoo had no intention of giving up. There was no one behind him, and his lifespan was decreasing by the minute.

Siwoo controlled this entire space like a limb. All kinds of strange arms and thorns appeared from the darkness, trying to tie up the Pope and destroy the sphere of light, and the Pope wasted time trying to deal with them.

Moving the body depended on Dewinitas. Dewinitas, which utilized the external attack mechanism to its limit, was close to the best combat artificial intelligence built into the body. Dewinitas, which uses the body itself as a quantum computer using muscles, blood vessels, and nerves, presented the best way for Siwoo to perform in all situations.

Siwoo split the sphere of light and rushed at the Pope. The Pope, who was unable to use the barrier in time due to the disruption of space, countered by imbuing his staff with divine power instead. After a struggle, it was the Pope who was pushed out, but Siwoo also fell and took his position again.

As the Pope began to recite a prayer, a brilliant light appeared. Before Siwoo could react,The light swept away the entire area.

Siwoo barely managed to use space as a shield and distorted space to swing his sword. The Pope’s sphere overcomes the obstruction and maneuvers forcefully, failing to deflect Siu’s power. The Pope took a single breath to block his sword.

And then Siwoo rushes in. The Pope was still confident. Now that even this space could not harm him, his inner self was filled with self-absorption.

Siwoo and Pope clashed with each other seven times. Then, it struck space again three times, leaving fifteen bursts of sound in the sky. The battle between the two had already entered the realm of myth, and the power that even the power of the magic sword could not contain flowed everywhere, gradually dissolving the darkness.

As the battle progressed, Siwoo became more urgent. The Pope was holding on for longer than expected, and Siwoo’s body was running towards its end. In his heart, he wanted to make a life-or-death decision right away.

However, Dewinitas leisurely grabbed Siwoo’s leash. He acted on behalf of Siwoo’s judgment and pressured the Pope step by step.

Then, the Pope gradually felt an inexplicable discomfort.

The flow of battle was slightly off. His rhythm had long since been lost, and his improvised defensive techniques were eating away at him. Siwoo’s walking techniques, sword techniques, and each movement began to be a little annoying.

And that was the true power of Dewinitas.

Diwinitas is not a human swordsmanship. Therefore, it detects elements that humans cannot detect and uses them in battle. He seizes the small advantage that has caused his opponent to take a step back and carries on, robbing his opponent of his breathing, destroying his rhythm, and crippling his ability to react little by little.

The other person may not even know that at first. Without even realizing it, I lose control little by little and feel uncomfortable for no reason. And only when it finally reaches the point of no return does one realize, even if only to a small degree, how high the opponent’s swordsmanship is.

That is God’s swordsmanship. Dewinitas.

And the only thing at the end is a judgment from God that cannot be prevented or avoided.

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The magic sword entered the Pope’s body with the sound of his bones being crushed.

A space that collapses with him. Under the re-emerged sunlight, Siwoo looked at the remaining paladins who had thrown away the corpse of the Pope, cut in half.

Time remaining. Just 30 seconds.