Miracle Reproduction?! Why is a term that should only appear in the late stages of the game popping up now?!
There’s no way I can use it just because I learned it!
There’s so much preparation required just to use it once!
Stop throwing me useless things and acting cool, you pathetic deity!
[You can do it.]
The message left by the incompetent deity was brief.
With that, the window displaying the message cracked before scattering into oblivion.
At the same time, light began to seep from the mace I held in my hand.
Warm yet intense. A light like that of the sun.
I had seen this light before.
It was the same light that Grandpa showed me months ago when I went to save Faybi from Nacrad’s attack.
‘Grandpa?’
Why is the persona of the mace appearing outside?!
Is this some hidden function of the mace?!
He looked at the evil deity, who was licking its lips, eyeing me with its flames filling the cave like an antlion.
I felt the overwhelming pressure radiating from it.
I could hear the sound of flames that could turn the world to ashes.
I saw the hatred in its eyes.
It was strange.
Fear did not rise within me.
Despite being targeted by a monster of that level, I remained calm.
Why?
I had spent countless nights with Grandpa pounding it into my head when he was teaching me the Divine Breaking Technique. How could I forget that?
I could understand.
I could feel it.
The overwhelming warmth filling my body.
Ha.
Hahaha.
Damn. Armadi. Didn’t I tell you to explain things properly if you were going to explain anything?!
Listen when the Apostle speaks!
If you give me such a gift, at least acknowledge it!
‘Grandpa, I have something I want to ask.’
He had no intention of hiding his pleased smile.
The descent had begun.
“Georg! Transfer the flames!”
In the past, during my reckless days on the front lines of every battlefield, Benedict had once encountered Georg.
Meeting Georg as an enemy had been a troublesome encounter in many ways.
Had Georg simply been a wielder of powerful magic, Benedict might not have remembered him.
Strength was something you could crush through sheer force.
But Georg was different.
He was undoubtedly a sorcerer with immense magical power, but his specialization lay elsewhere.
His versatility allowed him to handle magic of all elements freely.
In any situation, he could weave numerous spells together to present the best possible solution, functioning as both an individual and a collective.
The people of the kingdom spoke of Georg with a mix of hatred and reverence.
They called him the “Wizard of the Ages.”
In my view, he seemed more formidable than ever, and I believed he could handle this situation.
“That’s what I’m doing!”
In the face of the urgent situation, the count abandoned etiquette, and dozens of magical circles emerged around him as he shouted.
“Bishop Johann! Use the purification magic!”
“I’ve already cast it!”
“Quickly!”
As the flames of the evil deity scorched the ground, the prayer of purification seeped in.
The tainted energies engraved in the flames couldn’t withstand the divine power and retreated.
Upon confirming this, the count first unleashed a torrent of water above it.
The mass would crush whatever was below it, extinguishing the flames.
After seeing that, the count raised the water pooling on the ground like a wall and then froze it.
Though already frozen, the ice wall still spawned snowflakes within it, repeatedly thawing and freezing in front of the flames of the evil deity.
While it might not withstand indefinitely, it provided safety for the time being.
Benedict landed with a thud on the now secured ground, looking up at the enemy while holding me close.
“Quite large.”
The white flames seeping from the cracked wall burned fiercely.
That thing declared itself Bahda.
“Bishop Johann, isn’t Bahda the name of the evil deity?”
“Correct. It’s the one with the power of fire.”
“An entity of significant size has arrived.”
Hah. It seems my daughter is indeed loved by the great deity.
Seeing the evil deity spitting hatred toward my daughter is quite unsettling.
Thanks to that, Lucy had been put in danger.
Benedict remembered Lucy’s expression when the ground had collapsed.
Her eyes were trembling.
The daughter, who had once avoided showing any weakness, was now visibly flustered.
Just that realization made Benedict understand that Lucy had not anticipated this situation.
Hmm. This means I shouldn’t burden Lucy with this.
Well, this is for the best.
I can show off this papa's marvelous side.
“I’ve never faced an evil deity before. How about you, Bishop Johann?”
“Surely, I’ve never had such an experience. I learned about the age of heroes from books.”
“That’s quite troublesome.”
“Georg, what about you? Your family has managed this place for a long time, so surely you have some insights?”
“If I had any, I would’ve told you by now. I’m not stupid enough to hide something when my life is at risk.”
None of us knew how to confront the evil deity.
I mean, how could they know? I, too, didn’t have a clue after smashing various beings back in the day.
“Then I guess we’ll have to go in from the start.”
It wouldn’t be a problem.
The evil deity and all, that being has lost to me countless times.
If it’s not invincible, it’ll eventually fall as long as we keep smashing it.
It was something I did for fun back then.
It wasn’t impossible.
“Stupid Papa♡ Are you forgetting the person right beside you?♡”
“Lucy?”
Benedict, who had been readying himself for battle with a smile, turned at the voice coming from beside him.
“...Do you have a plan?”
“Hold on for me. The only thing we can rely on is a troll-like papa’s strength, but surely you can handle that, right? ♡ Or are you unsure? ♡”
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Upon hearing that, Benedict gazed into Lucy’s confident eyes.
And he noticed something surging within her.
He didn’t know exactly what it was.
But he understood that it was something bestowed upon her by the great deity.
Are you implying that Lucy is so precious that you’d intervene like this?
That’s quite the story.
It’s both gracious and bothersome.
With this, it seems our Lucy will have to endure even more hardships in the future.
Alright, Armadi.
Just promise me one thing.
That in the end, my daughter will find peace.
Otherwise, this Benedict will risk everything to lead you to ruin.
Gently lowering Lucy to the ground for the first time, he drew his sword from his back.
The gigantic greatsword, which only he could lift.
Then, he enveloped his entire body in magical energy.
A unique method of magical manipulation passed down through the Alrn family.
A secret that could only be inherited by those who would continue the family line.
The effect was simple.
An increase in physical abilities.
Heh. It’s been a long time since I unleashed my full strength.
{Surrender! You weak mortal!}
The flames rose, lifting its hands.
What was held in those hands was an axe.
An axe made entirely of fire, its tip eternally ablaze.
As it came crashing down on the ice wall, a massive crack began to spread.
It was clear that the wall wouldn’t last long.
In the face of that danger, Benedict remained calm.
“Did you both hear that? If we buy some time, our daughter will handle everything herself.”
“That simplifies things.”
“Fine, let’s go with that.”
KWA-BAANG!
As the evil deity struck down with the axe again, the ice wall shattered, and the protection for our party vanished.
Seeing the evil deity preparing to strike again, Benedict gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands.
As he did so, a gray aura enveloped the sword.
It wasn’t a mere energy. It was an aura so thick it painted the space gray.
{Die!}
The moment the axe swung downward, Benedict moved.
With a force so intense it seemed as though he would drive it into the ground, he pressed against the earth, twisting his waist and struck at the axe.
Though the greatsword was massive, in comparison to the axe blade, it seemed like nothing more than a small piece.
Yet, the axe could not overpower the sword.
A human’s sword was blocking the wrath of a deity.
Even as the flames rippled above the greatsword, a smile lingered on Benedict’s lips.
Soon, veins bulged on Benedict’s neck.
With that, his already enormous physique grew even larger.
Muscles expanded with the flow of blood, causing his armor to creak.
As a result, the axe of the evil deity began to be pushed back.
In the end, the axe was sent soaring into the air.
Standing beneath the rising flames, Benedict raised the tip of his sword towards the heavens, his voice booming.
“Is this the extent of what you call a deity?!”
Behold! Armadi!
The one who is to become your enemy when the worst conclusion arrives!
Or the one who will be your eternal ally!
The malevolent energy emitted by the evil deity was rendered powerless in the face of the holiness that would one day elevate him to the status of cardinal.
The curse that should have turned a person’s mind to ash merely writhed in the air.
So too did the flames wielded by the evil deity.
The flames, which could burn everything to ashes, were halted by the magic of the wizard protecting this domain, only heating the air around.
The wrath of the deity was similar. Every fury that rained down to crush mortals was rendered impotent beneath the will of a father wanting to protect his daughter.
Everything.
None of it was flowing as the evil deity desired.
It must be infuriating.
It must draw a frown.
Those who should have been nothing in the face of their original power.
Those who should have been turned to ashes beneath the flames consuming the world.
Instead, they stood before him, blocking his path.
Yet that being wouldn’t know.
That compared to what was about to happen, all of this was nothing.
As Grandpa observed the movement of the divinity within me, he rose with a smile.
Seeing him do that, I also raised my mace filled with Armadi’s divinity.