Chapter 595

As soon as I put the quack’s head on the floor with Esthe, I checked my body just in case, but fortunately, the only after-effect of using the divine power was excruciating pain.

It was terribly painful to have to say that I was fortunate... But still, it was a little comforting to think that it was better than running out of control in this place where Saint Deoni wasn’t around.

But it’s not a situation to be careless about. It was because the quack’s consciousness had blown away, and the divine power that had lost control again was preparing to spread to the surroundings.

“Haa, I can’t see the end at all.”

Even if it died at the end of the war against evil spirits and was enshrined here, it would have been deprived of divine power for at least hundreds of years.

If the 50,000 devices that broke and flew up earlier were like the life support system of the body, they would not have been connected to the statue of God, so they would have spent a long time deprived of even their divine power by parasites called believers.

Even so, it is so vast and overwhelming. A question suddenly passed by the power of the body that I realized anew.

The Demon King must have invested because he saw the potential in this guy, but did the quack before the return succeed in perfect fusion? Or, even without my interruption, would he have been devoured by his body while maintaining a half-personal situation like he is now?

Right now, my reasoning and calculations assume that even if I died and woke up, I would never have fully taken control of my body...

“Oh yeah, maybe I didn’t know the details.”

There is no way that a person who picks up and uses even the divinity of an evil god would neglect it even though he knew that there was a body hidden in a place like this. He could have tried to gulp the quack in the back of his head and gulp both his research and body, but in that case, he would have directed the quack from the beginning.

I want to think more differently, but I can’t afford to think about it rationally anymore because of the pain that I can’t do anything about.

I looked around involuntarily to see if there was another way, but what caught my eye was not a solution, but only the pitiful babble of two fainting demons.

“Anyway, these bastards are helpful in life...!”

Whether I leave it as it is or wake it up, it won’t help at all, so I decided to just leave it alone, but the divine power that flowed freely began to be controlled again, and my body flinched.

“Um, that’s heavy.”

Not the eerie sounds I’ve heard so far, but a very normal voice coming out of the body’s mouth. When I look into his eyes at the unexpected reaction, he meets me with a calm gaze that doesn’t feel at all the colorful emotions he just showed me.

To be honest, looking at him like that with a sword stuck in his forehead gave me a little goosebumps, but I was more concerned about his changed reaction than that.

“...who are you?”

Is it acting, or is it ultimately pushed by divinity? If it didn’t work out, he tried to interfere with it by hitting it with a dagger, but the answer that came back was very disheartening.

“I don’t know that either.”

“Then it’s very hard to get out of the way.”

“Hmm... I guess that’s it too.”

The body that responded calmly did not give up on shaking me off.

When I thought about it, the answer came out faster than I thought about it.

“There are those who use the remnants of dead evil spirits to cross their divinity.”

“I see. That’s serious.”

To be honest, I thought that even if it wasn’t to the point where my eyes turned to anger, I would show a level of discomfort openly, but the body’s reaction is still calm, even though I nod my head and say that I understand.

“Do you have something you want to ask me?”

Rather, after reading my expression, he urges me to speak with a chin, as if it is okay to ask a question. After that, he brings up a moderately large stone with an unobtrusive hand and even reveals the leeway to use it as a substitute for a chair. I thought it would not be polite to refuse if the board was laid out like this, so I decided to ask openly.

“Aren’t you angry?”

“Hmm? What?”

“The fact that this is happening despite the fact that he died fighting on the ground for believers and mortals.”

“Hmm... If the soul that becomes a vessel was an ordinary person, he would have recognized the concept of joy, anger and sorrow in more detail, but since he is a lich who has endured for hundreds of years, even that is not possible. I’m not sure.”

It was a calm answer, but it was also a dangerous answer. If not only emotions but even the concept of good and evil are vague, the body in front of you can change into a pseudo-evil god at any time.

Perhaps reading the reaction of the body, which became tense again thanks to this, the body, which was expressing doubt while tilting its head, shook its hand with an ‘ah’ sound.

“Don’t get me wrong. To be more specific, I don’t even know how I feel right now.”

“What do you mean by condition...?”

“There was no case where a new soul resided in the body of the dead, nor was there a case where the soul was eaten by the divine and the thought became a consciousness. What I felt vague about was what happened after my death and how the war ended. That’s about it.”

“...Don’t you think you’re going to destroy the remaining demons?”

“At that time, there were not a few gods who went to war through their bodies. There were many gods who died as well. Do you know what they did when they died?”

I felt it was a sudden alumni answer, but since the other person had a body with the thoughts of a god, he shook his head instead of answering.

“With the help of other gods, they burned their bodies and shared their divinity. To give strength to the remaining gods, even in that form. This is what everyone agreed on before going to war.”

A different color seemed to dwell in the pupils of the body, which had not felt any emotion until just now. At the same time, the body showed something similar to a faint smile.

“Thoughts are just thoughts. Even if I happen to be thinking of other souls as vessels, that fact doesn’t change. I think what I’m going to do is, like you say, not to rage and rise up to punish the evil species, but to complete my own death. ”

That smile, which seems to be perfectly benevolent, is so serene that it is hard to imagine that it is made by someone who speaks of his own death. It was also different from that of an old man who intuitively senses his own death. Rather, it was closer to a smile of relief that it was fortunate to be able to finish the unfinished work.

Is that why?

“In that sense... It seems that meeting like this was meant to be, so I’d like some help.”

I couldn’t bear to refuse the request of the body.

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