Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 - Chapter 167



167. Confession (1)

Saint Julian of ＜Figuero＞ witnessed a black flash of light explode before her eyes.

When my vision returned to normal, I saw a giant crow. I had already encountered it once before, so I knew that it was the god they worshipped, Malpas.

Yulicia’s eyes were filled with hideous black feathers that could not be considered sacred by anyone’s eyes. However, Yulicia’s eyes did not waver at all.

It was the very image of a believer with a faithful faith.

Yulysia knew that this desert that stretched out like a horizon was not the place where she had been called to the divine realm, but a fantasy space created by Malphas.

The black beak of the Malpas slowly opened.

=… Is everything you just said true?=

Yulysia felt the ripples in Malphas’s tone.

Although he pretended not to be flustered, I could tell that he was clearly struggling quite a bit.

“Yes, this is what our cult member, who was planted in the Information Guild residing in the Kingdom of Weland, found out and relayed to us. The Astes Empire, which can be seen as the country ruled by the god Yuma, is releasing people to investigate. It seems like they are capturing the lowest-ranking members of our cult.”

=What the hell Yuma… If that b*stard has a grasp of the existence of the cult and my existence, he will try to destroy the cult by any means necessary.=

Yulicia sensed an unmistakable fear in Malphas’ words.

=And they’ll figure out a way to target me too….=

Malpas unknowingly showed his fear to Yulicia. The ripples that began in his mind were that great.

“I’ll tell you again when it looks like their net is closing in.”

=Yes, order all the sect members operating outside to stop moving for a moment.=

“All right.”

Yulya bowed her head deeply.

By Malphas’ will, Yulysia was able to return from Malphas’ imagination to reality.

From the beginning, I thought that there was a risk in talking about the existence of Clone, the wizard of the Astes Empire. So I decided that it would be better to first lay the groundwork and then reveal Clone’s existence during the meeting.

Clone agreed with Yulysia’s opinion that it would be better to stay outside the church for about three days to observe the situation before entering.

So instead of following Yulicia straight away, I went to an inn in Kard, the capital of the kingdom, which was a little far from the city of Balte, where the Figero Order was located.

-We have arrived in the Kingdom of Weirend.-

Yuma’s answer reached Clone’s ears.

-Is everything okay?-

-Yes, I said that it would be a bit dangerous for a saint of the ＜Figuero＞ sect to enter the sect right away, so it would be better for her to stay outside for about three days.-

Even Yuma thought it looked better.

-Then if I leave tomorrow, there won’t be any problems with work.-

We succeeded in dragging ＜Malpas＞ down to Middle-earth. In order to kill him immediately, it would have been right for Yuma, Bell, and the others to leave soon.

-If anything happens, send me a call again right away. No, even if nothing happens, call me every night.-

Clone smiled bashfully and sent a message confirming his understanding.

“You worry a lot.”

Like parents who send their children alone to a dangerous place.

Clone, lying on the bed, raised her right hand and used her mana.

Swish…

A golden streak moved through the air, following Clone’s fingertips.

I couldn’t miss a single day of training because I felt like I was committing a sin if I missed even one day of magic practice.

‘apostle.’

Now that I have become an apostle of God.

It could be said that it was the obvious power of the godless Yuma. In such a situation, it was something that Cloone himself could not tolerate not being able to provide clear help.

‘It should help.’

A distinct color appeared in Clone’s eyes.

***

The divine realm.

＜The evil god of construction＞, Malphas, was in a state of quite strong anger.

‘… How dare you.’

A ‘fake god’ who was not a god from the beginning, but a variable that disrupted the order of this world.

Are you looking for a cult that you’ve painstakingly created in Middle-earth, aimed at your neck?

‘Chew it.’

If it were up to me, I would have descended to the Middle-earth in my own flesh and killed Yuma myself. But that was nearly impossible.

Because all the gods who descended from the divine realm to the middle world were annihilated.

To a single god named Musin Yuma.

-Don’t do useless things.

The words spoken by Eltines, the god of ＜Vanity＞, continued to ring in my ears.

-Even if you descend in that flesh, you are a guy I can never kill.

It was a fear and anger too obvious for someone with the transcendent status of a god to feel personally.

Crackle…

A huge black claw scratched the ground as if tearing at it.

“You’re going to try to destroy Figuero…whether I come down or not.”

Should we just sit back and watch as ＜Figuero＞, which we have worked so hard to build, falls apart?

Malpas had no choice but to ask for advice.

I tried hard to think of a way, but nothing came to mind.

Even if I were to descend directly into the flesh, I thought it would be risky. Even if I did descend, I couldn’t immediately think of anything I could do directly.

A feeling of extreme helplessness, and even more intense anger.

Malphas continued to ponder, overcome by emotions that were not befitting of the gods.

How can I deal a huge blow to Yuma, the god of war who made me like this?

I was only concerned about that.

Enough to say that it was buried.

***

“This way.”

Following Garon’s guidance, I was able to enter the ＜Figero＞ sect located in the forest of Balte City.

The sight of the temple, with its regular patterns of gray and white, came into view.

Cloone looked at the scenery of the temple of the ＜Figuero＞ sect and exclaimed inwardly.

As expected, the temple of the long-standing religious order was not that shabby.

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As I entered the entrance, two men approached me.

They were men with fierce faces wearing black leather armor.

Clone looked at the men with an indifferent face.

On the other hand, Garon looked at the men with a face that seemed afraid of something.

As the younger sibling of the second saint, Elphin, Garon was able to receive training. As a result, he was able to reach the level of a beginner Sword Expert, but that level did not guarantee safety in this ＜Figero＞ sect.

Of course, Cloone had a power that no one in ＜Figuero＞ could match at the moment.

Because he was a wizard who had achieved the 7th circle, even if all the combat personnel in the ＜Figuero＞ sect rushed in now, it would not pose a threat to Clone.

“Garon, who is this person?”

Vincent, the leader of the offering team and the executive team, looked Cloone up and down.

“You are a guest brought by Saint Yulysia.”

Garon’s panicked voice echoed among the people.

The moment Clone read the confusion and was about to speak first, the voice of Saint Yulysia rang out from behind.

“My guest is Vincent.”

Yulicia approached with a kind face, the hem of her long habit fluttering. The head of the offering house, Vincent, and the three subordinates following him all stepped back and bowed their heads. They were paying their respects to the saint.

“May I ask what business you have here?”

Yulycia nodded.

It would be safe to say that half of the people in this temple followed him and the other half followed Vincent.

There was no reason to create a risk factor early by putting a stop to it.

Soon, I will have no choice but to give up.

Yulysia answered with a pretended calmness.

“I’m a convert. I’m trying to change my religion.”

“Oh, I understand. If you have such noble intentions….”

Clone followed Yulicia’s lead and entered her quarters. Clone looked at Yulicia and opened her mouth.

“Are you mentally prepared?”

Yulysia nodded to Clone’s question.

“Yes, I plan to tell you tomorrow.”

“Okay. I’m confident I won’t get caught.”

Yulysia eventually burst into laughter at Clone’s calm answer.

“I want to see and learn how you can be so calm.”

At Yulicia’s words, the corners of Clone’s lips slightly raised and he opened his mouth again.

“They must have arrived at the capital of Weirend by now. It seems like everything is ready now.”

By ‘them’, he obviously meant Yuma and his group who were coming to the church to kill ＜Malpas＞.

“I have one last question.”

At Clone’s words, Yulysia nodded slowly.

“Please speak.”

“Are you planning to do this to the saint’s body?”

The spirit.

“yes.”

“Can you handle that?”

Doesn’t it collapse?

If you infuse a god into a human body.

Clone thought back to what Belle had told her. The road back to the capital. The nun who had burst to death before her eyes.

“It must be hard.”

Yulycia said calmly.

But there was no other way.

***

The next day.

Yulya didn’t waste time.

Yulysia, standing on the ＜Trust Seat＞, opened her mouth without hesitation.

“The pursuit of the god Yuma is accelerating.”

A soft conversation followed.

“And I have taken in one of the people who followed the god Yuma, the magician Clone, who lost his faith in Yuma and was wandering around, after persuading him.”

Yulysia’s golden eyes shone.

“How about using Clone to attack Musin Yuma first?”