Surviving as a Saint in Another World - Surviving as a Saint in Another World chapter 71

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A corrupted elf, the oldest of the satanists serving the demon Anhyla, considered the closest to a name most despised, a corpse-eating, poison-breathing root of sin.

Demon worshiper, Benissa.

She has tried for a very long time to destroy this world.

Sitting away from the eyes of the priests, studying the plague, linking the plague with black magic, creating new black magic, borrowing the wisdom of the devil to predict the outcome, and endlessly revising it if the result is not good.

Sometimes killing humans, corrupting elves, sacrificing dwarves, and using beasts as test subjects.

For a very long time, step by step, I devised a plan that would never fail.

The plan, which seemed distant at the start, began to take shape at some point.

Benissa was not frivolous.

Because I knew that even a drop of optimism and excitement would easily distort the plan.

Still hiding in the darkness, the tree of sin proceeded with its plan very slowly, little by little, firmly rooted in the ground without shaking. Just like a tree does.

It is not easy to experience the growth of a tree in real time, but at some point it grows enough to cover the sky.

It was the same with Benissa.

At some point, Benissa became convinced. Confidence that she could destroy the world enough by realizing this plan.

He reviewed his plans endlessly, doubting whether he had misjudged, out of long years of exhaustion and thirst for possibilities.

The results did not change.

Benissa knew that prudence and indecision are two very different things.

Unless you doubt your ability itself, if you judge that there is no error, there is nothing to gain by dragging out any more time.

On that day, Benissa took the first step toward the destruction she had prepared.

The start went very smoothly.

A full-fledged plan was started by selecting a border area where it is difficult for each country to project troops, and among them, the most shallow border.

Black magic that did not exist in this world. The new black magic that combines the plague and black magic that was born at the hands of Benisa showed off its power for the first time in this land.

Originally, in order to move the corpse, the devil worshipers must directly control it and supply demonic power steadily, but through black magic, the plague factor is mutated to find and attack the living on their own, so that they can supply and supply power there.

It was impossible to control the details, but it was possible to command an enormous military force that had never existed in the world to an infinite distance.

Within a few days of starting, it was possible to turn an entire border area into a plague-infested land of death.

Now, it is too late for border soldiers to be put in. For ordinary soldiers, only the future awaits them as a medium of plague is to enter this land of death.

Troops, including priests, were dispatched to resolve the situation in earnest, but it was too late.

Benissa has already finished her resolve to destroy the world here.

All corpses that die on the cursed land, fixing themselves on this land, are absorbed by Benissa and become her strength.

Countless lives have already died and become the strength of Benissa, and if you use that power to deal with the troops coming to subjugate her, her strength will increase again.

There was no way to stop this cycle once it was in orbit, given that this cursed land was already widespread.

It wasn’t difficult to treat it as a troop that included priests.

And while using the priests as a power source, he was able to use more sophisticated and powerful black magic.

It was an unexpected harvest for Benissa.

A corpse imitating a living person with special effort. Demons hiding in it.

In addition, if you use the priests without having to manually adjust the demons and corpses, you can have higher thoughts or create corpses with special abilities.

A trump card was also prepared for the arrival of the Elf Queen.

Everything went according to Benissa’s plan.

It seemed as if he could slowly lead the world to destruction by annihilating all troops that came to him.

The incident started when humans sent the 4th expedition, including the self-proclaimed saint.

My first impression was that I didn’t get tired of it and only sent it again.

It was the sentiment that he was committing a troublesome act at this important moment when he thought about how to kill only the elven queen.

In the first place, Benissa didn’t even care about humans.

The only thing that bothered them was the masters possessed by humans, but it was after they figured out that they would not leave the emperor’s side unless it was a serious situation.

By the time the masters of the empire come here, the kingdom of elves will already be destroyed and the army of death that even the masters can’t help will be complete.

saint?

He made a lot of noise because he was a trainee saint, but there was no way such a saint actually existed.

Being said to have single-handedly slain human demon worshipers? Even if that were true, that didn’t mean he was a real saint.

In the first place, Benissa didn’t take the human demon worshipers too seriously.

There are only a lot of numbers, there is no proper ideal, and there is no characteristic that the devil that each person worships.

Steal and learn dark magic related to disease or corrupting living things from elves, learn how to actively use magic from dwarves, and steal and learn dark magic related to the production of chimeras or the body from beasts.

It was just laughable to say that he had eliminated beings no different from petty thieves.

However, the situation quickly began to deviate from the situation Benissa had predicted.

The first discrepancy was a large-scale expedition beyond imagination. Among them, the Master he was wary of was also included.

Where did the calculations go wrong? The Masters were confident that they would never move until destruction materialized, but what moved them?

The second discrepancy was the ability of the saint that humans put forth. It wasn’t that the saint showed holy magic beyond common sense. However, the saint had a special ability that no one in the world could replace.

The ability to discern daggers hidden among ordinary corpses.

Originally hidden among the expedition, the devil spreads plague and corruption among people, but it can also hide in others.

At that time, it was too late to deal with all the survivors who had been accepted. The demons must have already been hiding from others inside the expedition.

Over time, the expedition will become suspicious of each other because it is not enough to purify the growing plague and corruption.

It was a very easy way to disintegrate the expedition.

But it was crushed right in the grass.

The saint noticed the devil as if it were natural. That alone was already too much of a loss.

He couldn’t imagine how much damage he would have to endure if he couldn’t destroy the expedition that included the Master from the inside.

That’s all, the saint could also distinguish plague.

No matter how much the plague spread around it was purified, there was no way to counter the plague that spread from the center unless Benissa herself was dealt with.

Of course, if the priests were in good health, he could heal through the priests, but that alone could force the priests to consume their abilities.

If it was an expedition of the size that humans mobilized, it was normal for the clergy to leave in less than a few days.

It was crushed again because of the saint.

The saint was able to pick out people with the plague with a pinpoint.

Naturally, the priests’ fatigue was minimal.

Even the priests were still alive, so it became even more difficult to attack the expedition.

In addition, since the master stepped forward once in a while, an attack that relied on quantity could not give a meaningful blow to the expedition in the first place.

Even if they battled the priests led by the Elf Queen, they could be assured that such a one-sided loss would not come out.

In fact, it was.

As the human expeditionary force began to rush in, the kingdom began to send soldiers, as if it had been talked about beforehand.

Among them, Benissa was able to detect that the Queen was also participating, although she concealed her identity.

And in fact, for the elven clergy that the elven queen participated in, most of all the tricks that the human saints simply pulverized worked.

That was normal. As a saint, he had been preparing for a long time to the extent that even if a seasoned man with decades of experience participated in the expedition, he would inevitably be defeated.

But what the hell is that human saint?

He even collapsed when he heard that the reason why the Master had participated in the war in the first place was established by a princess attached to a human saint.

Everything went wrong because of that one saint.

At this rate, far from becoming a plague that would destroy the world, it was in danger of disappearing from the world as it is.

Reluctantly, Benissa aimed her trump card at the human saint.

It was a decision made under the judgment that destruction was a predestined procedure if the saint was not dealt with in the first place, although he had to take most of the strength he had gathered and had to take risks.

Originally, he was planning to corrupt the Elf Queen and make him the vanguard to lead the elves to destruction, but he also decided that if he corrupted that human saint, he would be able to accomplish even greater things.

Black magic prepared by Benissa, along with Plague Corpses and Death Eaters.

fantasy life.

Black magic that can only be cast on those who have stayed in the land of the dead for a certain amount of time, and even that requires a huge price to use because it completely relies on Anheela’s ability.

It was a magic that realized the most desired and happy moment based on the person’s memory, took away everything at the climax and gave despair to lead to corruption.

It was also a magic that could be said to be impossible to escape as long as it was a human being.

However, such a trump card ran into trouble again from the start.

“Why, why do you say that only the saint cannot realize the fantasy life? Please give me an answer, Anhilah!”

The saint did not fall into fantasy life.

The saint’s memories became unreadable from the moment the saint awakened as a saint.

Anhyla, who whispered all sorts of wisdom, was silent at Benissa’s question.

It couldn’t have been because he was a saint.

If it was magic that could be blocked because of the title of saint, there was no way he would have chosen it as a trump card to deal with the elven queen in the first place.

Then, who the hell is that saint, so that even the devil he serves is silent?

A demon who likes to mock God more easily than anyone else and talk about their shame.

It was an unexpected situation, but Benissa could not give up.

For Benissa, who could no longer escape, giving up was the same as death.

Gathered information about the saint from other people living in fantasy.

In particular, the imperial princess was a great help.

The imperial princess was one of the characters that the saint approached shortly after receiving the stigma and stuck by her side until now.

In particular, the fact that Seongja can read other people’s emotions was very important information.

If he had not found out, the saint would have faced a world different from the world he had seen so far. It might be a clue to discover that the fantasy is false.

After coming to the academy, he embodied the information about the saint by cross-checking the memories of the elf princess.

A vague portrait of the saint began to catch my eye.

An ideal and noble person who does not give up on embracing humans even when they are hurt by their wickedness.

When he was around, other people were breathtakingly clean.

Through a conversation with a leader sent from the Orion Church, I finished thinking about what kind of fantasy it would be good to realize.

A young heart that believes in the goodness of humans and hopes that someday they will understand my will and join it.

I decided to use that mind.

They are affirmed by the people of the world, share true sympathy with them, and at the last moment are denied and abandoned by everyone.

To maximize the dramatic effect, the person who was given the stigma and denied the saint was made an exclusive attendant who had been with the saint since he was the youngest.

Everything is ready.

Benissa embodied the fantasy life herself and jumped into it.

It was the first time to implement a fantasy life based on the given information without relying on the other person’s memory in this way, but I did not think it would fail.

The fantasy itself was perfect. It was an elaborate fantasy enough to doubt the reality if there was a part that collided with the reality so far.

Indeed, the saint appeared to be lost in a fantasy.

At first, he was bewildered, but after asking for some information, he soon agreed to the situation.

It seemed that if I continued like this, I could corrupt the saint.

It won’t be too late to solve unanswered questions then.

It was the moment I made up my mind.

“Here is the unscrupulous heresy!”

“Are you doubting Orion-sama right now? You’re saying you’ll be able to make ends meet even with 90%?”

“We need to make the statue big enough to reach the sky. You know?”

From the next day, the saint suddenly began to do absurd things.

Even Benissa, who was watching, shook her head, unleashing so many freaky acts and squeezing the people around her.

Naturally, the world started to crack.

It was not an illusion created in anticipation of the saint acting like that.

The fantasy’s reaction was inevitably lukewarm.

There was no time to judge whether the saint had noticed something, or if it was in fact the true nature of the saint who had been hiding it.

At this rate, the fantasy life was about to collapse.

He hastened the action of the attendant, who acted as a trigger, and turned the world around. It would not be strange for him to feel resentment from those around him since he has committed such absurd things.

However, regardless of that, the saint was carefree even in the midst of everyone’s hostility.

Benissa could sense that something was going wrong, but she couldn’t stop it.

In order to undermine the will of the saint, the antagonism with the church continued and finally led to armed conflict, and at the climax, an attendant who was awakened as a saint was put in.

He wouldn’t doubt the fact that he was the saint of Orion, so at least he would have no choice but to react to this.

No matter how easygoing your personality may be, if you have Orion’s stigma in front of you, you will inevitably be confused about your identity.

And if you fall into such confusion and your will starts to wear off, the power you wielded as a matter of course will wear off as well.

This is an illusion where only the will is everything, so if you start to doubt your own power, you can’t use that power.

The more he doubts his strength and stigmata through the disappearance of his power, the faster the power will disappear, and eventually the saint will lose all his strength and be caught by the servant who returned as a saint and suffer a terrible fate.

And when all the saint’s will is shattered, if he whispers of corruption…

bang!

“Are you sure the false saint is Celia?”

Until the end, the saint did not move as Benisa intended.

The power of the saint has not changed at all.

A belief so strong that even Benissa could not understand it. The belief that the other person would never be a saint of Orion, and the belief that she denied even the stigma and sincerely believed that she was right without a single doubt.

It was absolutely unbelievable.

No one in the world denies God, not even the devil worshipers who for various reasons turned away from them.

But how can a person who is praised as a saint, who affirms God in a position closer to God than anyone else, can easily deny the proof of God?

Benissa finally stood in front of the saint.

Wearing Orion’s skin.

It was close to arguing that he was going to deny it even if it was like this.

Because nothing in the fantasy has ever gone the way Benissa wants.

And in front of such a Benisa, the saint recited Benissa’s tricks in a very carefree manner.

It was an unacceptable insult to Benissa, who was confident in her victory. At the same time, it was fear.

The feeling that everything you’ve been doing was on the other person’s palm. The feeling that you’ve become a toy of a being in a realm that you can’t reach.

Benissa hysterically shouted the opponent’s god.

Because it was clear that God, Orion, or some unknown god was behind the saint.

He asked in anger how great a god he was that even the devil was reluctant to mention it and played with him like this, but the saint answered calmly.

Do you believe in God as a devil worshiper?

I couldn’t understand how a saint could say such a thing.

Do you believe in God on the topic of devil worshipers? Of course you believe in the existence of God.

However, the saint’s remarks were permeated with nuances that seemed to deny God at all.

Is that all, the divine power wielded by himself, the extraordinary ability is the proof of faith, but the saint did not attribute all his abilities to the gods. He confidently declared that it was his own ability.

“How could there be a person like you? You must…”

It seems to despise God.

Benissa’s words, which could not be concluded to the end, scattered into the air in vain.

Anhyla of Contempt, or Anhyla of Jealousy.

A vice emphasized by demons worshiped by elven demon worshipers.

But even elven demon worshipers do not despise the gods.

You can hate, hate, and be jealous of God, but you cannot despise God.

Jealousy is the feeling you have towards someone you consider superior to yourself, whereas contempt is the feeling you have towards someone you consider inferior to yourself.

If there is anyone in the world who can despise God, he is.

A realization crashed into Benissa’s head.

Why did Anhilah talk less about the saint, and whether the saint’s stigma was not Orion’s?

How ridiculous and insignificant he must have looked at those who were fooled by his own acting until now. How much contempt was filled in their hearts.

Even Benissa herself was no exception.

Jealousy filled Benissa’s heart at the reality she could not understand.

“I am, I am the one who will bring destruction to this world! No one else but me!”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. Why are you saying such a tragic thing? The main body won’t be separate if you end it here anyway. Don’t run away?”

“No one can despise me!”

“Are you really crazy? I don’t understand.”

Benissa’s power and the saint’s power collided.

The saint’s power was still enormous, but Benissa’s power was not as far reaching as when she first imitated Orion.

Doubts were creeping into Benissa’s mind.

Of course, there was no change. The fantasy life that hung on the saint was broken.