Chapter 540

It was the demon king, not God, who saved the life that had been dragged by the slave traders without any promise.

‘We will save those abandoned by the demons, and furthermore, we will correct the world that has only been twisted at the hands of the gods.’

At first, he thought it was just a change of owner and trained as he was told, but after realizing that was not the case, he trained even less while sleeping. As time passed, he made friends and came to sympathize with his ideas, and soon found a direction in his life, which was all about floating like a buoy.

In order to make the gods pay the price for the laxity of responsibility under the guise of freedom. For a future where no one suffers in a world where order is right.

Even if the road to that lofty ideal is a painful thorny road, I have walked without stopping.

After such efforts, from the days when he was called the most backward kid, he became a hunting dog of the special operation department, and he raised his fever even more to repay the demon king who gave him infinite trust in his potential, and he was able to embrace the ‘essence’.

I burned my life like that.

How could the Demon God’s minions stop this far?

“Damn it...!”

Eldmia, who started pressuring the sword pieces that had suddenly been smashed together with an unknown projectile magic tool as a throwing weapon, swung the sword while questioning in an extremely serious tone.

For some reason, the quasi-authority doesn’t have the proper effect, and the projectile is so dazzling that it could be an ego weapon. Originally, ordinary projectiles could be dealt with just by wearing energy, but his attacks were not at a level that could be blocked without letting go of reason.

It’s not a fatal or serious injury, but the residual wounds keep increasing. Light wounds that at first stopped bleeding quickly deepened as the battle progressed, worsening into obvious bleeding. Even if he didn’t hesitate from the pain, his stamina and life were clearly being cut down.

However, he was completely engulfed in anger and could not deal with it. No matter how powerful the attack was, it was useless if it didn’t hit. It was a painful reality that I became convinced of after entrusting myself to the berserker’s blessing three times.

Berserker’s Blessing can’t kill him. It was the same that Eldmia couldn’t kill Soha, but as the battle continued for a long time, the loss was small.

No matter how much it is the safest result obtained from the remains of a dead evil god, it is ultimately the power of a god. The will of the evil god to sow chaos in the world and play with mortals like toys remained even after death, and in some form eventually resulted in eating away the caster.

It was no different from Sohara.

Because it has an unprecedentedly high aptitude, it can only withstand the level of essence that can be regarded as the remnant of an evil god itself. In the first place, it was a power that could only be used in situations deemed necessary after completing several verifications at the headquarters, unless it was a life crisis.

If the opponent wasn’t a hero, he wouldn’t have abused it like this. Even that was now an unknown territory, so cold sweat ran down my back.

The sound of swords and spears cutting through the wind feels like tinnitus. The rupture of the torn air, the wind brushing my ears, whispered in my ear that if I took one more step, I would give him the strength to kill him right here.

He was not aware of it because of the dire situation, and at some point, Soha was fighting not only the immediate enemy called Eldmia, but also the inner enemy called the remnant of the evil god.

That inner enemy, Soha’s attacks only graze Eldmia and each time his body’s wounds increase, it gnaws at his will.

It’s so minute that it’s hard to be aware of it yourself.

It wasn’t something we shot first, it was something we received to respond to the church’s signal.

“Have you already arrived...?”

Only then did my eyes begin to see the sights around me a little more clearly.

In the crucible of chaos where many people are busy running away, there are those who are constantly chasing us and running. Thanks to the magical power flowing from the magic tools, it was easy to notice that they were part of the special operations department.

However, they were busy casting unknown signals and magic on Soha, rather than attacking or interfering with me.

At first, I wondered if it was a buff, but it didn’t make it stronger or faster. Feeling curious about this, while constantly guiding him, a middle-aged man who, unlike the other special operations departments, approached him at close range, urgently shouted at him.

“Captain! Wake up! The Order has arrived!”

I guess I wasn’t paying attention to what happened behind the scenes either.

At the unexpected appearance of an ally, the corner of his mouth naturally curled up, and he forced himself to avoid the attack three times.

Este and I simultaneously captured the momentary gap in which the energy that flowed while protecting his body like an iron wall weakened.

There was no need to talk about it. Este and I did what we each had to do, to the point where I thought maybe this moment was through telepathy.

I lowered my stance almost to the point of lying down and swung a large spear with one hand, aiming my sword at the guy who habitually tried to distance himself.

At the same time, a huge amount of holy power gathered in Este’s sword body. Soha’s face was stained with astonishment, as if he felt the charged divine power without a chance to get chills at the tip of a spear that barely passed through his bangs.

[Eat this, you fucking bastard!!]

Unlike the silence until now, the esthetic beam fired with a cry full of resentment was at best the thickness of my forearm, but the divine power contained in it poured out everything absorbed from Iranorev. It is no exaggeration to say that it was poured.

As soon as I saw that scene, the first thing that came to my mind was the hydraulic cutter.

An ultra-high-pressure divine cannon that was compressed and compressed as much as possible and fired only with the aim of penetrating.

‘Ah, if this is correct, I’ll be damned.’ At the same time as he thought, Soha’s left arm, which was holding the spear, flew off to his shoulder.

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