Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel - Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel chapter 22

22 – Chapter 22

-Kaang

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“… Huh?”

As soon as he heard the voice, his body automatically moved and deflected the approaching blade.

“… I wish it stayed the way it was.”

I think so too.

It would have been nice if I could have died, but since he commanded me, I must live.

I don’t want to suffer even if I die.

It’s enough to suffer while you’re alive.

“…Give me a way for your followers to survive and live.”

Let’s spit out sounds as the lips move, and the authority is manifested.

What kind of authority is this?

I don’t have the mind left to properly judge it.

“…”

“Wow! Are you finally bringing out your true nature!”

Like a puppet tied to a thread, it moves its body as the black mist leads it and as the mace leads it.

Dodge attacks, dodge, counterattack, and sometimes get hit.

My eardrums ring and my vision continues to move back and forth, but I can’t figure out the meaning behind it.

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‘What is this!’

It’s strange.

It seemed like he had given up on life until just now.

People, as if people have changed.

But if the only thing I had to deal with was the saint, I would have managed to do something about it.

“Ugh!”

The tentacles protruding from all sides are a problem.

Aim for the best hitting point at the perfect timing and hit and come in.

Because the armor is coated with divine power, the tentacles are steadily disappearing, but as much as they disappear, they reappear.

Yes, this wouldn’t have happened if only one of the saints of the Sun Bridge had come in the first place.

You’ve made good money so far, but now you’re trying to get something in return, so you can’t let it go because of circumstances?

Crazy guys.

The quality of the soldiers is also an issue.

I was not properly prepared because I was hastily scraping together to do the job today.

What about adventurers?

We planned to gather 200 people, but only 30 people gathered.

The guy who was manipulating the ballista.

I was told not to care about my allies and shoot them, but I stopped doing it and made a mistake.

And the employees were also a problem.

I made them do quite a bit of training, but in the end, I ended up shortening my words with my own hands.

Especially, I believed in that Draffin guy.

In a situation where even Draffin fell to the saintess of evil spirits, there was no room to separate and dispose of them.

An arm that has rotted too much must be cut off entirely.

Something doesn’t work out properly.

As I was lamenting and blocking the attack, a ray of sunlight fell in the dark of the night.

“Please shine light on the world!”

With a voice coming from somewhere, windows made of sunlight flood from the sky.

I want to see the direction the voice came from, but I can’t.

I shouted loudly while barely blocking the attacks that continued to fly.

“Who are you!”

“I am Angela, the saint of the Sun Bridge! I’ll help!”

Speaking of Angela, it must be the name of a saint abandoned by that god.

How is she using her powers like that?

…It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter what she did or how she got here.

The important thing is that we now have a way to win.

Thanks to the tentacles that had been attacking fiercely until just now, they retreated to block the spears falling from the sky, and the fewer attacks gave me a chance.

The body of the saintess strengthened by authority reduces the damage, but cannot completely eliminate it.

The attacks that she puts in her gaps are engraved on the body of the saintess in the form of scars.

At that moment, the tentacles that could not overcome the number of falling spears allowed the spears to reach the saintess.

“aaagh!”

A saintess who screams like a person on fire.

But the voice I didn’t want to hear came back as an answer.

“Lady!”

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“Mr….!”

Someone shouts something in pain as if his body is being burned.

“Lady!”

After the pain completely cleared my mind, I could understand what it meant.

At the same time, a figure pops out in front of my eyes.

Ms. Ea stood behind me with her arms spread out as if to hide her.

“…Get out of the way. Ea. You are brainwashed now.”

“…I don’t like it.”

“Please move out of the way… I will die…”

The family’s betrayal.

At this rate, Ea-san, a member of the church, would die.

“…Lady.”

“…Get out of the way.”

“I don’t like it.”

What on earth do you know?

How on earth can you say that you know something like that?

If possible, I would like to throw Mr. Ea away right away, but being hit by the power of the heavenly god, my body is not strong enough.

“I will die at this rate.”

“…I know.”

I don’t know. Are you completely unaware?

I’m not going to die from the family, but from me.

You can’t even die properly and become his food.

Or do you want it even though you know it?

“Ah… If you don’t get out of the way, I will cut you too.”

“Cut it.”

The mace on his right hand took the form of a grotesque dagger before he knew it.

‘Do you think so too…’

…Yes, that’s right.

As of now, there is only one way to survive.

To use authority.

It’s the authority given by him, so I’m sure I’ll be able to break this situation once and for all.

But…

Great power requires a price.

Until now, it was the power that could be achieved with a price equal to my prayer, but this time the scale itself is different.

I need a living sacrifice.

There are only two sacrifices that can be offered at this place.

One is me, the other is Mr. Ea.

But if I give myself, I go against his command.

That’s why, if I want to live, if I want to obey his command, I must offer Mr. Ea as a sacrifice.

As if hastening that action, the dagger in his right hand vibrates.

“Haa… Haa… Haa…”

I am short of breath.

And just as he was about to catch his breath, the greatsword of the housekeeper was swung without any warning.

Mr. Ea collapses at the same time.

“Chehehe…”

“Eh, Mr. Ea!”

“…”

The family head who cut down Mr. Ea is slowly moving towards him.

The moment I was about to get up to fight somehow.

Mr. Ea holds my hand.

The right hand holding a dagger.

“Has…”

The words after that were difficult to hear due to the blood in his lungs.

However, Mr. Ea’s grip was pulling my hand to his heart with a force that I couldn’t believe belonged to a dying person.

And then I gradually lifted my hand from my chest,

I inserted it into my chest as it was.

“Eh…”

With that small final death sentence, Mr. Ea’s heart stopped, and instead, only a dark energy lingered around him.

“Stop, stop!”

A voice from far away.

I wish I could stop.

It would have been nice if someone had stopped it.

Finally, the words come out of my mouth.

“…To the world.”

As if not looking at it, the sword of the housekeeper was swung, and numerous sunlight-colored spears fell from the sky.

“Let it be dark.”

As the words end, a huge shadow covers the world.

A shadow that sets at night. How contradictory is this?

There must be light to create a shadow, but the shadow that bloomed without this light froze the world.

The sword of the family tree stopped, and the sunlight spears that had been ordered to fall hung from the sky.

And then, a popping sound began to be heard.

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What does that mean?

A huge crack in the space that suddenly appeared.

The rift continued to grow and made an unpleasant sound.

And moments later, the crack covered the sky.

The world is broken.

And what I saw was countless tentacles and a pair of gigantic eyes looking this way.

No, maybe several pairs.

I feel like going crazy just looking at it.

Who said that because there is light there is darkness and because there is darkness there is light?

Then what is that?

It is a darkness in which not even a trace of light can be found.

The tentacles that are constantly wriggling in it slowly reveal themselves and begin to approach.

“Everyone, don’t come closer!”

He shouted loudly in a frightened voice, but the tentacles that couldn’t follow him kept coming.

If you cut one tentacle that came close, two tentacles appear.

After cutting off the two tentacles, four appear.

“aaa!!!”

.

.

.

How long has it been since you randomly swung your sword?

“Ah!”

With a barely-there spirit, the greatsword is swinging powerlessly.

– Took

But now the sword cannot cut tentacles.

It’s not just the sword that’s worn out, the mind is also well-cooked.

– Plop

As soon as I knelt on the ground covered in tentacles, the tentacles covered my body as if they had waited.

That’s how darkness came to me.

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My heart hurts.

How can you not be sick?

I do not regret ordering to live at that time.

But the situation is so pitiful.

If you want to win, if you want to live, you have no choice but to use the power you gained while leveling up when killing knights.

But how good would it have been if there were even near-death enemies around?

How good would it have been if Ea’s brainwashing had been released?

In the end, Illyana unleashed her powers at the cost of Ea’s life.

And when the authority unfolded, all the members of the mansion died in the separated world.

…No, not one died.

The desire to kill was like a chimney, but the one person who didn’t die.

The space I was in became unstable like a kaleidoscope again, and one direction began to distort.