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The Unification War.

The time when he was known as the Hand Collector, cutting off the hands of his defeated opponents.

Baomet had cut off the hands of countless knights.

“This is the punishment for raising your hand against the Veltron Empire.”

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He lived his life with those words on his lips.

To him, this was an act akin to a ritual.

Some denounced it as barbaric.

But to Baomet, it was an act of mercy compared to taking a life.

However, the hands he collected were only ever preserved by the sorcerers.

After all, the spoils of war were what fueled his motivation.

And then, one day, it happened.

In the midst of punishing those who rebelled against Veltron as he always did, he appeared.

The one known as the Ebony of the Arahan Kingdom.

Habel Vanpelion.

At first, he scoffed.

How dare he raise his sword against the Veltron Empire without fear?

He intended to show his reality, to take it in his hand.

But reality did not unfold as Baomet had intended.

“You Hand Collector.”

Before Habel’s sword, Baomet’s Velgrim forces were shattered.

He was strong.

Whenever dawn glimmered on his sword, the army faltered.

And the more the dawn, the more his knights’ morale rose.

As a result, Baomet found himself trampled beneath Habel’s feet.

“You arrogant fool, let’s see how you like it.”

Even among the Knights of the Dawn, there were those who had suffered at Baomet’s hands.

So without hesitation, Habel severed both of Baomet’s hands.

“Gyaah!”

He screamed as blood gushed from his severed wrists.

Havbel screamed or not, picked up his hands and threw them into the river.

Then he left him alone and marched into the Beltharon Empire.

Baomet was shocked and desperate for losing his hands.

And he had a terrible grudge against the name Havbel Vanpelion.

The one who must be punished by cutting his hands someday.

He lived his days with that in mind.

Then he received a revelation from the Whisperer.

And he could find the two hands that Havbel had skillfully cut off and that could not be restored even by the priests.

His punishment was no longer for the fallen Beltharon Empire.

His punishment began only for the Whisperer.

And today.

He met again the one who needed the most punishment.

“Do you think that’s all it takes?”

Baomet’s staff tapped his hand.

At that moment, his new hands appeared again.

Before he knew it, there were sixteen hands filling the battlefield.

Each of them was as big as a mountain.

In fact, it looked like a monster made of hands.

Havbel, moving beneath it, looked so small.

But every time his dawning light spread.

Baomet’s arms were torn apart.

Baomet frowned.

Baomet entered the badlands following the Whisperer’s name.

‘Geumseongseong.’

That’s the badlands called Geumseongseong in the southern region.

Inside the castle, giant badlands creatures called Geumshin poured out endlessly.

Baomet, who had captured the Geumshin King, absorbed the badlands that day.

As a result, he became a transcendent being beyond human.

He handled the badlands of Geumseongseong freely.

The realm he reached was a completely new realm.

The realm of realization pursued by those with auras.

The realm of realizing one’s past life into reality.

This realization was a realm far beyond the realm of humans, beyond the master.

As a result, he became one of the six poisonous snakes of the Whisperer.

Six poisonous snakes with badlands.

They were all monsters that surprised the world.

Baomet was convinced.

Now he could kill even that hateful Havbel with his own hands.

However, Havbel did not return from the Demon Palace.

It was regrettable that he could not recover his hands.

Baphomet lived faithfully as the apostle of the Whisperer.

“There was only one regret.”

Even as a transcendent being that had transcended humanity, the total amount of evil was limited.

Therefore, Baphomet could not bear any more evil.

His limit was to become the master of the Colossus.

He could go no further.

He knew that he could not become any stronger here.

He decided to be happy instead.

He thought that he had reached the peak and that there were no more walls to break down.

But why?

Even though he had become so strong.

“Why can’t I be sure that I can defeat him?”

The seventh hand caused an earthquake.

The twelfth hand splits the sky.

The sixteenth hand scattered in darkness.

However, every time the sword of Habel moved between his hands.

The severed hands fell to the floor.

It looked similar to when Baphomet’s hands had fallen long ago.

Baphomet’s eyes moved quickly.

If he took his eyes off Habel for even a moment, it seemed like he would be right in front of him.

Veins appeared in Baphomet’s eyes.

“I knew that he had cleared the Devil’s Palace!”

Habel being here meant that he had also cleared the Devil’s Palace.

That meant that he had also become the master of the Devil’s Palace.

The Devil’s Palace of the Three Evils of the Beginning.

A place where heroes of old had entered and never returned.

The Three Evils of the Beginning were strange evils.

The difficulty level varied greatly depending on who entered.

So the Devil’s Palace that Habel had entered must have been hell itself.

In such a Devil’s Palace, Habel must have consumed a lot of the Devil’s Palace’s evil.

But there was a clear difference between Habel and himself.

“I have Him.”

Baphomet was the apostle of the Whisperer.

Although he had reached his limit after becoming the master of the Colossus.

It would be a different story if the Whisperer was there.

The apostles of the Whisperer could receive his grace.

That grace could double or even triple the efficiency of evil.

As proof of this, the mark of a poisonous snake was glowing red on his hand.

It was proof that he was bestowing his grace upon him.

Veins stood out on his forehead.

Due to his excessive use of Grace to counter the evil, he felt dizzy.

Baalmet’s fierce attack became even more explosive.

However, Habell showed no signs of stopping.

‘We are masters of the same evil. That bastard must have also reached his limit as a human.’

Unlike himself, Habell didn’t have Grace.

Right now, Habell was moving solely on the evil he possessed.

Nevertheless, Habell easily blocked his attacks.

There was not even a hint of hesitation in his blue eyes.

Despite the fact that he, who had Grace, should have been overwhelming him.

Every time Habell approached, Baalmet felt a sense of discomfort and intimidation simultaneously.

The other Hydras were not like this.

They, like Baalmet, had only absorbed one evil.

‘Could there really be such a big difference between the Three Evils of the Beginning and the Evil of the Colossus?’

Could it be so much that even with Grace, he felt lacking?

BOOM!

Another pair of arms flew off at Habell’s sword.

Whenever he saw his dawn, Baalmet recalled that day and shivered.

“Hey.”

At that moment, Habell’s voice rang out.

He asked Baalmet with an unpleasant expression.

“Don’t you have something more?”

Habell’s reaction was clearly one of unmet expectations.

Baalmet’s eyes widened at his reaction.

“Ha, hahaha.”

Insane laughter escaped his lips as blood trickled from his nose.

Simultaneously, his eyes became bloodshot and the Hydra’s pattern radiated heat.

The heat was so intense that his skin was turning red.

It meant that he had borrowed Grace beyond his limit.

BAM!

His forehead split open and a single horn sprouted in the center.

Baalmet’s face twisted like a demon.

“I’ll show you more than you wanted to see.”

Evil poured out of Baalmet’s entire body.

Like condensed darkness, the space around him twisted.

Then, tens of thousands of arms rose from the ground beneath his feet, covering the sky.

As if denying the saying that one cannot cover the sun with their hand, he covered the sun and the sky with his hands.

And as soon as those hands stopped in the sky,

CRASH!

Baalmet’s staff was shattered.

Baphomet’s Manifestation

Punishment • Remorse

The sky was covered with hands as it ended.

Kwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwa-gwang!

The countless hands struck the earth.

As if the heavens were collapsing.

The earth transformed with each strike of the hands.

Only the giant handprints remained.

Not even a speck of dust was left.

Moebius, who had been watching from afar, was astounded.

This was a catastrophic scene that was beyond human comprehension.

The forest was gone, leaving only handprints on the ground.

It was as if a god had declared annihilation, leaving nothing behind.

It was over.

That was the moment Baphomet was certain.

“Keuk!”

At that moment, Baphomet coughed up blood.

His insides were damaged from overusing the Whisperer’s grace.

However, a sinister smile spread across his lips.

The dawn had never shaken his hands.

That meant, in other words, that Habiel had not responded.

He was dead.

He was dead.

Ecstasy surged through Baphomet’s eyes.

“I understand one thing.”

A dust storm blew.

Amidst the dust storm, a figure walked slowly.

“You couldn’t transcend.”

Baphomet’s eyes shook violently the moment he heard that voice.

His mouth hung agape.

Beneath the disappearing hands.

Habiel stood unscathed, only his clothes were torn.

“And.”

Jabiel turned his head and looked at the sky.

During the recent battle, Habiel noticed something.

‘It seems the Whisperer doesn’t know what I look like.’

Jabiel looked at the words floating before him.

[ ‘The Whisperer’ shows you greed. ]

[‘The Whisperer’ has bestowed grace upon his apostle.]

[ ‘The Whisperer’ is bestowing excessive grace upon his apostle. ]

Havel kept seeing the words that the grace of Baphomet was bestowed upon him.

Havel thought that the whisperer was intentionally showing him these words.

But not now.

[ ‘The whisperer’ is very surprised. ]

The whisperer did not know that his actions were obvious to Havel.

There was no other reason for these words to appear.

That meant.

‘Should I think of this as my ability granted by the devil.’

The moment a transcendental being intervened.

This was the easiest way for the devil dwelling in his body to make himself known.

Havel judged the words before his eyes like that.

“I learned something good.”

Until now, he thought the other side was intentionally showing it to him.

In addition, Havel cut off the interest of the serpent.

They could not do anything to him at the point where they could not transcend.

Even Baphomet’s history had not been broken through Kongo.

“Finish it.”

Havel raised his sword.

Was it because he had been fighting Baphomet for quite a long time?

[‘Strength’ has completed the transcendence.]

[ ‘Strength’ transcends to a new level. ]

[‘Destruction’ has completed the transcendence.]

Strength has finally completed the transcendence.

What newly appeared after the transcendence was destruction.

Oh, what a strong name.

But Havel felt it as much as the name.

It was because he felt the existence of a force that seemed to burst his whole body.

Havel raised his sword.

Instead of wielding the dawn, he simply filled the sword with pure strength.

Baphomet’s dull eyes met Havel’s sword.

The moment he caught a glimpse of the immense power, his face turned pale.

And that was the end.

The sword that was swung down.

It completely blew away the land that Baphomet had struck all day long.