The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

Splurt!

A fountain of blood gushed out.

Barus, who moved belatedly, enveloped his body in divine power and healed the wound.

It was a surprisingly fast recovery.

Thud!

The knight seemed not to wait for Barus to recover before attacking.

“Tsk.”

The knight, having knocked down Barus, pointed his sword at his throat and clicked his tongue.

Clang!

The sword aimed at the throat.

But it didn’t pierce.

The knight couldn’t penetrate Barus’s massive wall of divine power.

He wouldn’t be able to in the future either.

Breaking through the bishop-level divine power was a thing of the past, and if it was Gallio’s subordinate like Barus, they would have exceptional abilities in defense and recovery.

But that was it.

Swoosh.

The knight retreated.

“We can deal with the heretics later.”

It could wait if they didn’t engage.

The knight would be faster than Barus, and while Barus could protect himself, he wouldn’t be able to stop the knight.

Barus was here.

Snick.

“So, the Saintess is here.”

It was expected that the Saintess would be here too.

“No!”

Barus urgently shouted as he got up.

Poof.

The knight’s figure disappeared like dust.

But that was just for a moment.

Kwahng!

Accompanied by a deafening explosion.

“Guh!”

The knight suddenly appeared in Barus’s close vicinity, groaning in pain.

“What…?”

What had happened?

“Who are you?”

The knight asked through gritted teeth.

Only then could Barus see.

Where the knight was facing.

Where Barus had aimed to reach.

“Me?”

A swordsman holding a sleeping girl in one arm stood there.

White hair.

Eyes filled with an indelible madness.

Revealed fangs.

“Saint Demorus.”

It was Saint.

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The place where energy was felt was the depths of Tarian.

In a place where a vault should have been, there was a small, neatly decorated room.

Although there were multiple locks, it was made of sanctity, adorned with intricate holy symbols.

– Easy.

It was an easy device for Saint.

The power of the saint and the existence of the holy sword were no different from a master key for things made of sanctity.

And there, Saint found her.

The girl.

“And here, there’s a cross too.”

Shiver.

His wrist trembled.

What Saint held now was not Bastion but a steel sword.

Though the blow struck when the enemy was unaware had dealt quite a significant blow.

Thud.

The destruction power was enough to damage not only his weapon but also his body.

“Who are you?”

The knight asked him.

“Me?”

Saint replied.

“Saint Demorus.”

“…Demorus!”

The first name doesn’t matter.

The last name.

And.

Clang!

The knight’s sword strike flew in an instant.

“Even if you’ve fallen, is this the mark of a true knight?”

The moment they heard the name Demorus, the knights charged without hesitation.

As they rampage through Demorus’s domain, if they were to encounter Demorus.

Clang!

Conversation would be out of the question.

Moreover, the knights would know.

“Die-! Demorus!”

The sword strike that the knight had unleashed, it was not enough to face the name Demorus.

Crash.

The distorted face of Saint.

That’s how it is.

The knight.

Clang!

Thought they had the upper hand against Saint.

The crimson sword strikes pouring down.

Those recognized as holy knights would have their aura change according to the blessings and sanctity they possessed.

The opponent in front meant a true holy knight.

But that was it.

“Where.”

The other hand of the moving Saint.

It was there.

“A holy knight with color dares to challenge.”

Kwahng!

Explosion.

Holy knights with color.

They were just bestowed with blessings.

The Paladins, considered dangerous among holy knights, said to be true holy knights.

“Come at me with holy flame.”

Holy flame.

Because they wield white swords.

Whoosh!

Bastion.

Engulfed in flames.

It was the blue light of Aura and the deep purple hue that swallowed Sein’s magic.

Before long.

“…!”

A white sword was drawn.

Upon seeing it, the Paladin’s eyes widened in astonishment.

Without even considering the sword strike coming towards him.

As expected.

“Saint… Flame Sword!”

The sword that emerged from Sein’s sword was none other than the symbol of the Paladin, the Flame Sword.

Swish!

Swish!

A gruesome sound accompanied by a fountain of blood bursting out.

The knight struck by the Flame Sword staggered back with eyes filled with despair.

More shocking than the pain from the wound.

“H-How…?”

The sight of the knight, who wielded the symbol of fidelity and the Paladin, the Flame Sword, was more shocking than the pain itself.

In the past, Paladins were very few in number.

In a world without angels and temples.

“Why are you surprised?”

Snick.

The Flame Sword was truly the exclusive possession of the chosen ones.

Sein approached the knight with a smiling face.

The knight still unable to regain his composure.

Bam!

Once again, from bottom to top, the Bastion swung down, slicing through the knight’s chest.

Thud.

The knight slumped down.

Sein slowly looked down at the fallen knight.

As if a god judging a human.

Puff.

Sein judged the knight.

The end.

‘Luckily.’

Although not showing it, Sein broke out in a cold sweat.

Even though he could wield the Flame Sword, facing a Paladin was quite a challenging opponent for Sein.

Moreover.

Trembling.

His arm holding the Bastion trembled.

“This rascal is still like this.”

One of the reasons Bastion abandoned.

Even to someone lacking qualification, the Holy Sword that enables the use of the Sacred Flame Blade is none other than Bastion.

“Are you a Holy Sword? No, a Dark Sword.”

Because it took away vitality as a price.

Furthermore, if vitality is drained faster, permanent damage could occur.

Sein quickly inserted Bastion into the sheath on his back and let go.

Not only the knight was surprised.

“T-Thank you.”

Barus approached with a blank face.

If it weren’t for Galio’s restraint, he too would have been taken aback by the Sacred Flame Blade.

“You, really….”

Sein looking at Barus like that.

“Now is not the time for this.”

What mattered wasn’t who he was.

“You were hiding this?”

A girl held in one hand.

“…!”

She was crucial at this moment.

‘Saint.’

Beings symbolizing the temple with the saints.

Chosen by the gods, they stood in a position equivalent to the highest leader of the temple, the Pope.

However.

‘With the absence of the gods, how did a saint come to be?’

Originally impossible.

There was a suspicion.

Hence, Sein was looking at Barus with such a cold gaze.

“Well, you might not be the only one at fault.”

A half-baked bishop.

If such a thing were possible, the real Archbishop would have the answer.

“It must be Galio.”

It must have been Galio’s doing.

That moment.

“…!”

Barus, who couldn’t lift his head, suddenly jerked it up.

Due to the confusion caused by the Cross and the Saint, Barus was missing what was happening.

“Your Eminence, you are in danger!”

Galio.

“He is right now…!”

A face stained with guilt and confusion.

Sein looked at Barus with such expression.

“The Commander of the Iron Cross…!”

Barus was so flustered that he couldn’t even speak properly.

“No need to worry.”

Sein said.

But Barus couldn’t shake off his frustrated and desperate look.

“The Archbishop may possess great holiness, but his combat abilities do not match those of the Holy Knights!”

Barus, speaking from personal experience.

No matter how many heretic inquisitors Galio may have faced, he was unlikely to have encountered someone at the level of the Iron Cross Commander.

Even if he didn’t die, dangerous situations could arise at any moment.

However.

“I told you not to worry.”

Sein’s cold voice and expression.

And his lips.

Curled up.

Slowly forming a smile.

“I mentioned this before.”

“….?”

“Another person has entered Antara.”

“…Ah!”

Barus quickly turned his head as if sensing something.

Right where Galio and the Iron Cross faced each other.

The headquarters of Tarian.

Sein had said.

“Would it be even more dangerous now?”

A witch had entered Antara.

“Joke, joke. Don’t worry. That visionary won’t die.”

The headquarters of Tarian.

There.

Shwooo-!

A pillar of darkness rose.

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Iron Cross Knight Commander Badoman.

The one leading the last Iron Cross of this era, expected to ignite the Holy Flame within ten years.