Tariki’s greeting was not a single occurrence.
He unleashed a barrage of magical energy, seemingly intent on filling the sky with black fireworks.
However, all those projectiles were powerless before the divine light. The divinity of Armaadi that I possessed was clearly superior to Tariki's magic.
How could shadows that seek to hide in darkness stand confidently before a power akin to the sun?
Did Tariki realize this? After a time spent firing his magic, he stopped his attacks.
Didn’t want to waste energy on ineffective strikes? Just then, I sensed a sinister aura swelling throughout the city.
Although my knowledge of magic was still lacking, I now possessed at least a basic understanding.
Therefore, I could tell. That aura was a magic circle.
The magic circle prepared for the Evil God in the city had been activated.
<Is the range of the magic circle limited to this city?> ‘So, the magic circle that spread across the entire Burrow territory was merely a decoy.’
The magic circle I had discerned through Alsaith was intended as intimidation. This was the real magic circle prepared to capture and kill me, the pathetic Apostle of the Deity.
‘Just as I anticipated.’ <Just as you anticipated.>
I had yet to enter a scenario where my preparations would be insufficient.
So now, the Ice Fox just needed to handle this fall...
What on earth is it doing?! The ground is getting closer! At this rate, we’re going to crash into it!
I turned my gaze towards the Ice Fox, horrified at the approaching ground, only to find it leisurely inspecting the ground below.
‘Is this really the time?!’ “Ice Fox! What are you doing?!”
“Don’t worry. I’m ready now.”
No sooner had the Ice Fox finished speaking than a mist began to form around us, gripping our clothing.
As a result, my body, which had been accelerating towards the ground, gradually slowed down, and by the time we neared the ground, the acceleration from the fall had already dissipated.
Before long, the mist dispersed, and we landed cleanly on the ground.
“I apologize, everyone.”
The spatial magician seemed burdened by guilt for putting us in danger, and as soon as his feet touched the ground, he offered his apologies, but there was no time to respond.
I felt the ominous magical energy roiling in the distance.
<Heh. You’ve been conserving quite a bit of power.> ‘Indeed.’
I could see the blackness gradually spreading out from the mansion.
It aimed to cover the sun, creating a perfect darkness in which not even the moon or stars could exist.
The reason why the dungeon Tariki had tainted previously was no big deal was not solely due to his inadequacies. The primary objective had been reconnaissance, which meant he had not used all his strength.
Watching the encroaching darkness cover the Burrow territory made me smirk. After all, an Evil God is still an Evil God, isn’t it?
Ha. At least this much is expected of you. That way, my sacrifice of dignity will have some meaning. If it were truly pathetic, I would have felt wronged.
Raising the corners of my mouth, I turned my head back to see Feiby and Johan preparing for the ritual.
Both of them had spent a long time working in the church. Their movements were seamless, with no trace of error.
As long as I do my part well, everything will be fine. I opened my inventory and took out a sword.
The item I had received from Isabel a few days ago.
A sword that had been blessed for a long time in the holy ground.
An artifact created by human hands over a long period.
While this dull sword held no value as a weapon, that was no issue at all.
This sword was not originally crafted as a weapon.
It was solely a holy sword prepared to create miracles.
Gripping the hilt with both hands, I raised the sword high.
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes.
“Prepare yourselves. The ones ensnared by darkness are approaching.”
I stirred the divinity within me, gradually filling the tip of the sword with it.
“Since you’ve been entrusted with this task, I will handle most of it. So focus only on intercepting those coming nearby.”
Then, at some point, the sword began to greedily absorb my divinity.
This much isn’t enough. It cries out for more divinity. So, I complied with the sword's demands.
As the divinity rose along the blade, the temperature of the sword also increased.
The once cold hilt began to warm gradually, and now it emitted a fierce heat as if it were recalling the time it was forged.
Due to that, a stinging pain spread across my palm, but I did not pull my hand away from the sword.
For someone who had endured countless trials, this level of pain was nothing.
How much time passed?
The sounds around me gradually diminished, then vanished.
When my wide-ranging senses had coalesced entirely within the sword, a firm and trustworthy voice emerged from deep within me.
<Now, let’s begin.>
In that moment, the darkness that had concealed my eyelids met with the reflection of a man in my eyes.
<It is about creating a place where darkness cannot dwell.> ‘Yes, Grandfather.’
Having finished the preparations alongside Feiby, Johan wiped the cold sweat from his brow and lifted his head.
Even if it was imperfect, an Evil God is still an Evil God. Darkness is moving to consume the sun.
As Johan watched the encroaching darkness filling the sky above the Burrow territory, he spread his divinity around himself to repel it.
So that the Evil God’s magic could perform no trickery.
Tsk. The power of the Evil God is formidable.
I can’t hold on for long.
Before this old man reaches his limits, the Lady must complete her preparations.
“It’s pouring down quite a bit.”
When I shifted my gaze downwards, I saw human figures rushing madly around, as if the voice of the holy waters, which governs the entire forest, were calling them.
Right now, they were humans, but they were not people.
Unknowingly enchanted by the Evil God’s magic, these individuals had become akin to puppets controlled by the Evil God.
Originally, they would have had no chance for salvation. They would have been turned to ashes along with the city.
But now it was different. The great Deity had sent his apostle for them. They would regain their lives once more.
“Come forth, beasts.”
As the master of the forest spoke, opaque mist began to spread around her.
Had that been ordinary mist, it would have scattered into the atmosphere, but it was distinctly different from the common.
The mist created by the master of the forest took shape in the air.
To Johan’s eyes, they appeared as a massive pack of foxes.
“Drive them away. Ah. But do not kill them. If you do, it’s not just punishment; it seems I will receive a penalty.”
No sooner had the forest master given her command than the pack of foxes began to spread out.
Although they were foxes, made of mist, they dashed toward the human figures with a speed that surpassed anything a living creature could achieve.
At the moment the mist in the shape of foxes touched the puppets, the humans collapsed to the ground as if their strings had been cut.
“Lady Rina, what was that?”
An Alrn knight, witnessing the scene, expressed his confusion, and the master of the forest shrugged as if it were no big deal.
“I merely put them to sleep. Once everything is over, I will awaken them, so there’s no need to worry.”
Even while the master of the forest spoke, the foxes did not cease their movements.
As people drifted one by one into the dream world, the momentum of the enthralled rush gradually slowed.
So this is the master of the forest.
Hearing the Lady’s irritated voice, I felt a melt of expression while doubting her true worth, but the essence of it was undeniable.
As long as that presence continues to keep watch over us, I need not worry about being crushed under the crowd...
Feeling the warm yet searing divinity beside me, Johan turned his head.
“Heh.”
Johan recognized the sword Lucy was holding.
The holy sword made in the holy land of the Deity’s church.
A sword that had been blessed for a long time solely for the purpose of rituals.
Johan, who had risen to the position of bishop, had blessed that sword countless times and had even used it for rituals on several occasions.
He had experienced watching the rituals unfold so many times that he couldn’t even count them.
Yet even he had never seen a holy sword glowing as brilliantly hot as the one in Lucy’s hands.
That sword was truly loved by the Deity.
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A representative whom the Deity had chosen.
Had everything been prepared? As Lucy exhaled deeply and opened her eyelids, her red pupils were revealed.
Her eyes, glowing with divinity, fixed on the sword that shone like the sun she had created.
After observing it quietly, Lucy chuckled softly and reversed her grip on the sword's hilt.
The tip of the sword, which had been pointed towards the sky, now faced the ground.
As Lucy exerted strength in her lips and lowered the sword, the sword, infused with the Apostle’s divinity,
that once dull and blunted sword, which had seemed unusable as a weapon,
pierced effortlessly through the city’s streets, embedding itself firmly into the ground as if it were plunging into the depths of a lake.
“From this moment forth.”
No sooner had Lucy spoken than the divinity concentrated in the sword began to spread, following the clear and beautiful voice of the Deity’s apostle.
“The murky and unpleasant darkness will feel shame and flee.”
As she passed by Johan and Feiby.
“The pathetic line will become a little less pathetic under the protection of my noble divinity.”
After embracing Alsaith and Kal, who had broken through the mist,
“I, Lucy Alrn, the representative of the pathetic Deity, shall declare.”
Passing by the master of the forest, the divinity extended further.
“That the pervert will desperately guard this place to protect what is his.”
As she dispelled the darkness attempting to invade this place, a realm was created.
A realm of divinity.
A place that drives out evil and embraces goodness.
How strange it is.
While the words uttered by the Apostle were filled with irreverence, why is it that the divinity filling this space holds nothing but reverence?
Without realizing it, Johan gripped his cross tightly, chuckling in disbelief, and turned his head.
“Saintess.”
Feiby,
sprinkling the soil that had been guarding the holy ground even before it was called so,
drew a circle above it with the powder made from angel wings.
Standing in the center with the staff of an ancient saint, she met Johan’s gaze and nodded with a firm expression.
“Yes, Bishop.” “It is now our turn.”
Johan, seeing this, sprinkled holy water over her.
So that the divinity of the Deity, which now filled this space, could connect with Feiby.
“Are you ready?” “At any time.”
After Johan finished the final confirmation, he took out a pearl from within his garment that still held the warmth of the Deity.
“Then let’s begin.”
He then threw the pearl into the air.
Normally, it would have fallen to the ground under the influence of gravity, but the pearl settled between Johan and Feiby, refusing to move any further.
With that, all preparations for creating a miracle were complete.
“For the great Deity.” “For the great Deity.”
The time had come to raise the sun over this dark land.