2nd Round Villain

51 – – 400, Paladin contracted with the devil – 5

How can I describe the feeling of being filled with strength?

okay… It felt as if the divine power that had been exhausted after being healed by the priest was replenished.

However, if there is something that is clearly different from divine power.

‘It’s rough.’

Ssssss-.

Dark, rough, shady, ferocious aura. There is a clear difference from divine power.

However, one thing is certain.

I feel like I can do anything.

And, actually.

Quaaa-!

“Me-what is that!”

Anything can be done.

The warriors of Tuguk were surprised to see the terrifying energy on my greatsword. They will feel it too. The energy I exude now is completely different from before.

What energy did the fallen angel, Lucifer, give me? It was a very urgent situation, so I signed a contract without hesitation, and I don’t know what kind of power he gave me.

Anyway, Lucifer kept his promise. It gave me the power I wanted to save everyone. It is felt throughout the body.

“Hryaaap-!”

The greatsword vibrates. The sword is crying out loud. I wield a crying sword.

The aftermath was amazing.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-!

A greatsword full of muji unleashes demonic power. The crescent-shaped aura extends hundreds of meters and cuts through everything in a straight line.

Armor, spearhead, shield, and cloth. Nothing dares to resist the auror. That can no longer be considered a sword aura.

Chi builds up and builds up and stacks infinitely. A blow that would have been impossible with a single chi was made possible by the overlapping of hundreds of chi.

new area. I instinctively felt it. This is the realm of ＜absolute＞ that secular minstrels talk about every day.

“aaagh! My arm, my arm!”

“Rodvis! wake up! Open your eyes!”

“Everyone be careful! Come again!”

I wielded a completely different greatsword from before. The limbs, which had been weak just a moment ago, were filled with supernatural power.

The sword is as light as a feather. I don’t think it’s necessary to gather strength and wield it only once. Using the overflowing power as a basis, I launched an attack that would normally have been out of the question.

Shuaaagh-!

My greatsword wielded in all directions. There is nothing to shy away from. The spear that touches my aura breaks like a bunch of sorghum, whether iron or wood. An unknown sense of exhilaration took over my head.

Bones, flesh, and blood splattered in disarray. The word “skeletal disorder” would be appropriate. In one stroke of my sword, countless lives vanish.

pounding, pounding-.

Chwack chump chump-!

“aaagh! Everyone avoid!”

“It cannot be blocked by a shield! You have to avoid it somehow!”

“Damn it! How to avoid the attack that flies in all directions… aaagh!”

Throbbing, pounding-!

With each swing of the sword, hundreds of lives are knocked down. It’s like I’ve become a great human being. A transcendent existence that kills dozens with a single gesture and confuses hundreds with a single gesture.

… … What a man, isn’t it?

“Eh, run away! It’s a fight, it’s sleeping, it’s impossible to even resist!”

“Ah! Lord, if you’re going to kill me, kill me quickly! You monstrous b*tch!”

“Suddenly, where did you get that kind of power… ! But how can the original divine power go off like that?”

The warriors of the Tuguk are running away with fearful faces. The enemy itself is impossible.

this is not a battle It’s a massacre. Like a hungry lion in a flock of sheep.

The smell of blood wafts like full bloom. My mind is engulfed in fishy smell. Red blood is everywhere.

my strength, my sword

It’s so strong.

Kwa-kwa-kwa-!

Everyone looks at me with fearful eyes. Trampling on the weak and stepping on the steps of the glorious victor over them.

At the tip of my sword, countless enemies are torn apart. no one is trying to stop me With overwhelming force, I lost my will to fight.

Standing in the position of the strong, cutting the flesh of the weak. Frail people don’t deserve to stand on their own two feet on the battlefield. Just like I did before, and like the warriors of Tuguk do now.

You should be ashamed. This is the power of the devil Lucifer. I shouldn’t be proud of this power because it’s not a power I cultivated stitch by stitch through training.

abandoned the state As an apostle walking the path of faith, this shouldn’t have been the case, but I turned away from the Lord and received the power of Lucifer. That’s why it’s right to be ashamed.

Shuaaagh-!

Lord, did not answer my plea.

The devil, at the moment when I needed it most, gave me a helping hand.

who is on my side

I’ve believed in it all my life, but the owner who ignored me?

Or, was it the devil who continued to watch over me and help me, no matter what ulterior motives I had?

It was impulsive, but I can say it now that I made a pact with the devil.

The devil is my savior.

“The ranks are all broken! Come on, regroup!”

“Do it, General! It’s impossible to stop that!”

“sh*t… ! The main force is almost winning!”

“… Oh right.”

There was a main body.

I was engrossed in the power that gave me a sense of superiority, and I forgot something important. I almost made a big mistake.

I kicked the ground without delay. It was to help the main unit. Tuguk’s flank troops are already in a situation of destruction because of me, so there’s no need to worry too much.

Pa-ang!

I just kicked the ground, but the ground was flowing like the surface of the water. Because my leg power is too strong.

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Jump over hundreds of meters in a single run. I feel like I’ve become a god. Come to think of it, I can understand why they said that the evil that the devil Lucifer symbolizes is arrogance. Anyone with this kind of power would have no choice but to become arrogant.

As I ran towards the main unit as if flying through the sky, I saw the warriors of Tuguk and the 1st Holy Knights fighting chaotically. In the midst of them, the father and the head of Tuguk, Agesiliad, were engaged in a fiery bloody battle.

The red blood flow and the waves of divine power collided and blended together like a tornado. The impact of the countless sparks flowing within it forbids anyone from coming in contact with Father and Agesiliad.

However, as soon as I saw their duel, I realized.

that now is an opportunity.

When that monstrous Agesiliad is preoccupied with fighting his father, the only chance to catch that monster is to take the opportunity to surprise him.

Agesiliad, the best warrior on the continent in name and reality. He was born crippled, but ascended to the throne of Tuguk through endless efforts and battles.

If this was a historical site, I would be polite and not attack him.

This is a battlefield. A field of savagery where winners and losers are distinguished instead of courtesy.

I just fight and kill.

Quaaa-!

“hmm? when!?”

Wields a black aura. A gigantic aura that was incomparably larger than when using divine power fell on Agesiliad as a crazy-sized sword dozens of times the size of the great sword.

The eyes of my father and Agesiliad, who noticed my intervention, open wide. It took a moment for their surprised expressions to come into view, and then a look of astonishment spread across their faces.

“Bee, Beatrice! What is that energy! Why is the sword black!”

“Paladin Beatrice? I ran to the left earlier, but what happened to the left side and you… … Are you annihilated?”

Agesiliad doesn’t give me time to prepare for my attack. I used the energy and acceleration I had gathered while running and hit Agesiliad directly.

A blow that will kill you if you don’t block it. Agesiliad immediately tried to swing the spear at me.

“The Pope!”

My father, who suddenly came to his senses at my cry, energizes the greatsword that was struggling with Agesiliad.

Kude deudeuk-!

“Kuh… ! These guys… !”

A wild moan escapes Agesiliad’s lips as the spear is tied to his father. It was a moan that realized that a crisis had come. However, it was already too late. Because my sword was shot.

“Ha-ap!”

Black auras rained down. A blade the size of a mountain fell on Agesiliad’s head. The next moment, Agesiliad was split in half, dead. Just now, I cut the hardest thing I’ve ever cut.

“Great, Great King!”

“The Great King has been defeated!”

The warriors of Tuguk, who lost their pivot, are thrown into chaos. Then, all at once, they back away and start running away. The absence of the highest power, which never backed down, must have come as an indescribable fear to them.

Rolling, falling, being chased, getting tangled up. As they step on each other, the injured and the dead follow one after another. The sight of Abi Gyu-hwan, for some reason, made me feel good.

I chased after them. I did not want to spare the outrageous heretics who dared to attack this church. I heard my father calling me from behind, but for some reason I couldn’t hear it.

All that can be heard is the screams of heretics who are losing their lives.

“aaagh!”

“sh*t! Kill! I will hate you in hell!”

“Quaaagh! Buy, save me!”

“Do not come! Do not come… Aww!”

death follows from behind

death chases life

I am death, they are life.

I sentence them to a just judgment and bloody vengeance.

Chow ah ah-!

Under normal circumstances, throwing yourself into enemy lines alone would be madness, no matter what anyone says.

But now I am not. The power that is getting stronger proves it. Numerous warriors of the fighting country who are not even able to fight against my sword and go out prove it.

Like that, cut, cut, cut again.

After the mindless cutting to the point where all I could see was red blood.

In front of me was a mountain that was not on the map.

It was a mountain of corpses and weapons.

“… Sir Beatrice.”

I heard my father’s voice. I turned my head as I lowered the greatsword that had done a great job.

My head was blank. killed too many people A cold sweat runs down the nape of your neck. The superior pleasure he felt while committing murder and violence had not cooled down yet. Tension lingers and crawls through the body.

There is an aftertaste. It’s a bad aftertaste. It is an immoral emotion that a faithful paladin should not feel. Confusion, guilt, stress. Emotions that eat away at a person’s mind rise up.

Tuguk is my enemy who invaded this church. If I hadn’t killed them, the members of this church would have died. My murder was justified.

-When you’re experiencing some kind of internal conflict.

The problem of reality, which had been forgotten, approached.

“Can you explain that aura?”

my father says

“Disrespect! Disrespect! No matter how you look at it, you can’t see it as a divine power given by the Lord!”

“Dark, ominous, shady… Isn’t that Magi?”

“Magirani! It can’t be! The proud Lord Beatrice of this church is Magi!”

“But then, how should I explain that power… .”

The elders murmur.

“scared… That sister’s clothes are red… .”

“It’s covered in blood. The color of the chi on that sword is completely… .”

“Isn’t it blasphemy? Can a paladin blessed by the Lord use energy other than holy power?”

“… But everyone survived because of that power.”

“Should the Inquisition be held… ? No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t seem like the power of nature like spiritism… ?”

There is an uproar among the subjects.

why are you looking at me like that

i saved you

If I hadn’t made a pact with the devil, you’d all be dead by now.

The more I realize what I’ve done, the more I realize.

My mind went on a fret.

*****

In the end, I, who openly used demonic powers in front of everyone, was referred to the Inquisition.

Public opinion was quite positive for me. I stated that I had to make a pact with Lucifer in order to save the Pope and the paladins, and most people believed me because my original conduct was flawless.

And the verdict handed down… It was quite favorable to me.

“Originally, the demon who contracted with the devil deserves to become a Buddha. Taking into account the fact that the motive for making the contract was for others, the nobleness of that heart, the achievements that Sir Beatrice has accomplished in the past, and the heart of Sir Beatrice who unwillingly made a pact with the devil.”

“Show mercy to Sir Beatrice, who was forced into a terrible pact, and be hanged.”

Yes, indeed, it was very benevolent.

If there is life and death.

Most people would consider life better than death, but some lives are worse than death.

For example, a life made with a contract with the devil. The church sentenced me to death by hanging, thinking that it was truly showing me ‘mercy’.

It is a kind of martyrdom. Death was the way out so that you would not be swayed by wicked demons and lose your faith in the Lord.

However, if there is one problem.

My heart has already turned its head away from you.

I want to live through a contract with the devil or whatever.

Fortunately, what happened to me was not a disgraceful death. Usually, those who are sentenced to be apostates in the Inquisition are usually sentenced to be burned at the stake, but I was sentenced to be hanged according to the ‘mercy’ of the church.

Anyway, when I was imprisoned like that, and I was just waiting for the hanging date.

“Everything, Captain!”

“Lucio?”

Cheekyung-!

Lucio, who was once one of my paladins, opened the prison door and hurriedly entered. How does he have the key? Also, why is he in such a hurry now?

“I made an escape route! Come on, run away!”

“… ! Lucio! you… !”

“Damn it, no matter how much, people have to live and see! Captain, you have to die because you did something wrong!”

The reason could be seen from Lucio’s cry that followed.

“I heard you made a pact with the devil! But in the end, you were trying to save the knights, including me! Faith is important, of course, but how could it be more important than life! There are people and there are beliefs, it is not that there are people with beliefs!”

“Lucio… ! If you get caught doing this… !”

“It’s okay if you don’t get caught! I don’t want to do this either! I owe the captain my life, so I have no choice but to do this! sh*t! Captain, you are too strict! It’s been like that since the old days, but at times like this, you have to break some decrees and orders!”

“… !”

Lucio opened the bar with a key he had obtained from somewhere and pulled me out. My head was confused by the sudden turn of events, but I clearly knew what I had to do.

You have to survive.

I have to run away.

Lucio was right.

There are people and there are beliefs, it is not that there are beliefs and there are people.

It may be a trivial self-justification for survival, but after abandoning the state, I agreed with Lucio’s words and escaped from prison.

After that, I ran without looking back. only, for survival.

I had to get out of Seonghwangcheong and go to a completely different place. Even if I had to live alone, I couldn’t accept death. It was strange.

When I rushed at Tuguk with only the divine power, I thought it would not matter if I died for the sake of my comrades.

Now that he had accepted Magi, only the instinctive desire to live welled up indefinitely.

Quickly grabbing my greatsword, I rode the horse Lucio had brought me and started galloping to the gates.

There were people blocking me in the middle, but I ignored them and got out of the way. I had the strength and agility to do so.

So, how far did it run?

It was around evening when the sun was setting, and when we reached the eastern gate of Seonghwangcheong.

There, instead of a gatekeeper, a large man stood blocking the gate. With a firm expression, looking at me as the setting sun sets.

My father, St. Constantine Pope.