Wipe Out Everything With a Counter Attack Power of 10000000000 - Chapter 168



168. Confession (2)

Malpas invited Saint Yulicia to his palace without hesitation.

Yulysia said with her golden eyes shining.

“Right now, one of the closest associates of the god of war, Yuma, the magician Clone, is here as my guest in the Figuero Temple. He has a strong distrust of the god of war, Yuma. If the god of war is thinking deeply about Miss Clone, wouldn’t he be able to completely control Yuma’s movements?”

＜The evil god of construction＞, Malphas’ black eyes caught the eye.

=… Is it true that that woman named Clone is inside the Temple of Figero?=

“Yes, you can check it by using the vassal.”

Even though he said that, it didn’t seem like he was lying. From Yulicia’s perspective, there was no reason for him to lie to herself.

Malphas felt the need to verify Saint Yulicia’s words, so he began to say a few more words.

=Have you heard why that woman, a confidant named Clone, was disappointed in Mushin?=

Yulysia recalled the conversation she had had on the way from the cafe to the temple, casting a voice-exiting curtain spell.

“Rather than saying there was a direct incident, I think I suffered mental damage due to some kind of incident.”

=Tell me in detail what kind of incident it was.=

“Yes, when the god Yuma was fighting against the gods who invaded his realm, Middle-earth. While fighting against a god with exceptional mental abilities, Clone was harmed. I think he lost his faith due to the shock.”

=… I see.=

The words that had flowed from the mouth of Eltines, the god of ＜Vanity＞, about a year and a half ago, came vividly to Malphas’ mind.

-Just stay still and do nothing, it seems that Morgue has succeeded in launching a mental attack on the wizard and the Cats. If we’re lucky, the Duke will be able to kill him.

Malpas didn’t feel much anticipation from Eltinez’s words.

‘It’s true. What this woman said.’

The news that Morgue had succeeded in his mental attack was something he had heard directly from Eltines’ own mouth.

‘The fact that Morgue’s mental attack worked… means that the wizard was not appointed as an apostle of the god Yuma.’

Apostle of God.

The apostle of the god Yuma, who seemed to be a god who transcended hierarchy, was unlikely to be affected by mental attacks.

Even if it is an attack on one’s own mind that is on a different level from that of Morgue.

‘The probability of becoming an apostle in just that one and a half year period is… almost impossible.’

But even that. Even that tiny possibility was doubtful. It was a doubt that he could not help but have because things that he could not understand kept happening to him.

Malphas’ mouth opened.

=Don’t you think that woman has become an apostle of the gods?=

Yulysia’s expression did not waver at all.

“Yes, I asked him just in case, but he said no. He’s only seventeen years old… so he probably hasn’t reached the 7th circle where he can take on the karma of an apostle.”

=Seventeen? Then he is definitely not an apostle,=

Malpas did the math.

‘Since that guy became a god, I think that my life as a human has lost its meaning. It may take a hundred years, two hundred years… It may take several years, but he may somehow find a way to kill me. If I were to spend that long time worrying about that god… .’

I don’t know about other gods, but the most certain way would be to make them do something like a contract where they can’t be killed.

‘Strike the player first and find his weakness.’

Aren’t you saying that the weakness is right in front of your eyes?

‘What the hell Yuma… who knows when that guy might come to the church to take away the wizard who came on his own.’

The time left was by no means much.

Malphas nodded, still retaining his black crow body.

=Okay, I understand. I’ll use that witch girl to subdue the god Yuma.=

Immediately after saying that, Malpas suddenly flinched and trembled.

‘Whether I put a curse on the sorceress or whatever… I have to go to Middle-earth.’

It depended on whether the form was a spirit or a descent.

‘If you do a ritual… the medium will be the paper in front of you.’

It is an object that has accumulated divine power in the body over a long period of time.

He will have enough power to endure the curse long enough to cast it. Of course, the end result will be death.

‘It would be most certain if it descended directly, but… the risk factor is too great.’

According to Eltineth, the god of ＜Vanity＞, he knew the exact locations of the gods who invaded Middle-earth.

‘The power that only ＜Vanity＞ possesses in the divine realm… A god of human origin possesses it.’

That’s what I think, but if you look at it objectively, considering that Musin is the only main god in Middle-earth, he should have had the same power as ＜Vanity＞ at least in ＜Middle-earth＞.

‘I don’t know if it’ll be completely hidden if you do a descent, but it’s true that the risk is significantly less than descending directly.’

In an emergency, if you just return your soul, you won’t take any damage.

‘Even if they could detain the gods who had descended once in the Middle-earth… that would only be because they foolishly descended in their own flesh.’

Malpas concluded.

‘After I have the spirit of this woman’s body, I will completely curse the woman named Clone… and I will receive an immortal oath from the god Yuma to never kill me. And an inviolable oath to never enter my land.’

Malpas didn’t even expect any kind of victory, such as defeating or completely killing ＜God of War Yuma＞. He was planning to somehow find Yuma’s weakness and make it so that he alone could not attack.

This was a part where you could guess how psychologically stressed Malpas was.

Malphas looked straight at Yulicia.

=I will perform a ritual on your body tomorrow.=

From Yulya’s perspective, having the spirit of God ‘incarnate’ in her body was tantamount to receiving a death sentence.

But of course, he didn’t show any sign of it.

Death and such.

Because I’ve had this in mind ever since I first thought about it.

=You’re going to die, but does that not matter to you?=

Yulysia thought that she could be a little honest in front of Malphas for the first time.

“Yes, it’s okay. I would rather be honored to die for the Lord Malpas who has shown me grace.”

If I could be a piece of the painting that is killing you right now, it would be an honor.

***

Yuma set foot in the Kingdom of Weirend.

“Wow, there are a lot of people here too.”

The person with the bright pink eyes looking at the capital of Weirend was Bell, the apostle of the god of war.

“That’s right.”

Next to Belle was the saint, Ermel, dressed in a pure white one-piece dress.

Bell turned his head back.

Belle strode towards Yuma.

“Hmm… no matter how I look at it, I can’t seem to get used to it.”

Belle looked up at Yuma with her eyes narrowed and her legs raised.

Yuma’s current face was not Yuma’s face.

It was a face transformed by the magic of the elf Ruinerif.

Bell’s low voice came to my ear.

“Some people have become a little too pretty.”

Yuma blinked his eyes and asked back.

“Multiple?”

“No, if you keep looking at it, it’s not that it’s pretty, but rather… it’s that it looks like there’s something hidden. It’s like someone who hides a lot of things for no reason.”

That means that he has become a somewhat sinister and dark face.

It’s true that there’s a lot to hide, so I wasn’t particularly impressed.

Yuma smirked as he looked at Bell, whose face was still right in front of his nose.

Belle couldn’t open her narrowed eyebrows even at Yuma’s empty laughter.

Because it really did look like what I just said.

“Ugh… I need to quickly turn my face back to normal!”

Bell looked at Yuma for a long time, then said that and only then did he put down his crow’s feet.

“… Are we enough people?”

The person who walked out from behind Bell was Bell’s younger brother, Haven. Now, having reached the level of ＜Sword Master＞ for quite some time, Haven was standing awkwardly, leading four subordinates who were slightly weaker than him.

Yuma nodded without hesitation.

“Enough.”

Yuma was confident.

If there was a problem, it was the evil spirit ＜Malpas＞. The religious order ＜Figuero＞ itself was not a big variable.

Yuma and his party stepped out of the capital’s inn.

After spending one night, they were planning to begin their journey to subdue the evil spirits.

When we arrived in the kingdom, it was already deep into the night, so we spent the night at the inn without any additional plans.

The next morning, a telegram was heard from Clone.

-I think it would be okay if you came in now.

Yuma responded to Clone’s call.

-i get it.

Yuma led the group along the path that Clone had shown them.

After passing through the dense forest, a very large temple hidden in nature came into view.

As Yuma stopped walking, Bell, Ermel, Haven and his men who were behind him all stopped walking at the same time.

“There are guards.”

Yuma recalled what Clone had said.

-I told you that there are people coming from the empire to practice their faith.

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Yuma planned to keep his position quiet.

It was obvious that I would have to cause chaos once I got in, but I wanted to reduce the variables as much as possible.

-If you go in a group, you will be on guard.

“Don’t go alone.”

Yuma walked forward slowly.

Thud thud-

As a man who appeared to be a nobleman approached, the guards of the ＜Figuero＞ temple standing on both sides did not raise their spears straight.

“…Who are you?”

“I am Count Cassir from the Empire. I came at the recommendation of a wizard who had previously entered the church at the invitation of the saint.”

Count Cassir.

That was the person Yuma was currently disguising himself as.

The guards completely let their guard down when they heard that name. It was a name they had heard in advance.

“Oh, come in.”

Yuma and his group were able to enter ＜Figuero＞ as is.