Chapter 13: Cat Fight(2)

The battle was fierce.

One side continued to attack without any defense, while the other side blocked all the endless attacks and launched powerful counterattacks.

It was truly a battle of wits.

Neither side retreated, and it was a fierce and bloody battle.

When the pure white pillar fell, whatever was underneath disappeared without a trace, and when the sword imbued with blue magic struck, a deep sword wound was carved into the world.

The saintess floating in the sky attacked in countless ways, but the knight’s shield was not even scratched.

However, at the same time, the knight’s sword strike did not kill the saintess.

No matter what attack she received, the saintess immediately recovered.

… You’re such a troublesome type, that sinner…

The knight’s eyes narrowed as she saw the saintess, who had been split by the sword that had once again reached out and split even the clouds, return to her original state in an instant.

She really could not have been a difficult type.

If you are struck by the Mana Blade, a sword that contains the magical power of a knight that has surpassed the original realm, it is normal that you cannot regenerate so easily.

This is because the moment the magical power of a knight touches your body, it distorts the power inside your body and prevents the power from working smoothly.

That is why the battle would end in vain if you were directly hit even once.

Even if you are attacked, the damage is not permanent.

If the opponent has also reached the realm, they will recover from the damage soon.

However, those they are fighting are also strong people who have reached the realm.

They are called strong because they cannot miss the brief moment of opening that is revealed like that.

That is why they meet death no matter how strong and complex the power of the opponent is.

At that moment, the power they possess is twisted and cannot function properly.

She has also killed immortals and those who do not die with her own hands.

However, the being in front of her eyes seemed fine as if it was not affected by such things.

It could not be anything but a difficult strong person.

However, the knight did not panic.

She was the Emperor’s shield that had never been defeated in countless battles.

The countless battles she had fought, far surpassing even a hundred battles, had made her mind as cold as ice.

And more than that, the will to not hand over her master to that bizarre sinner held her tightly.

Her eyes scattered red light that made her look dazzling as she stared at the monster floating in the sky.

‘If it doesn’t kill you with one blow, you can swing it hundreds of times, and if one blow isn’t enough, you can solve it with a stronger blow.’

A knight is strong because it is simple.

Starting from the basics, building up one by one, and perfecting it, old-fashioned but orthodox, a strength like a mountain.

That was the life and strength of the knight Aegis Charlotte.

…At the same time, it was also her regret.

That’s why she didn’t panic.

However, apart from that, her experienced experience instinctively told her that there was something more to the saintess who was floating in the sky and screaming or something else.

…There is something more.

What she was showing now was not the end; the experience of the experienced knight, the intuition of the absolute being who had reached a transcendental state, told her.

However, there was no need to be afraid and retreat just because there was something more.

‘If there is something hidden, I will bring it out.’

A knight should not hesitate.

If there is hesitation, it will lead to regret.

Since she had felt that fact deeply, the moment she realized that the enemy before her was hiding something, she was able to move forward.

When the knight who had stood up again in order to no longer regret approached, the saintess was caught up in endless distracting thoughts.

Her mental state was not very healthy to begin with.

The reason she had barely come to her senses was because she had searched for traces of the person she had never forgotten even once while wandering her entire life, and was finally able to arrive in front of him.

That was why she couldn’t be in her right mind now, having lost that one and only person, her love.

‘What…was …doing?’

Dark clouds were gathering again in her clear mind.

The anger that filled her head as if it would burst was replaced by pain.

Her mind was clouded, her head was aching as if it would burst…

It was becoming hazy to the point where even what she had been angry about was becoming unclear.

However, however…

Even in all that, she remembered one thing very clearly.

In the past, the only one who reached out to me, abandoned and ignored by no one.

The one who smiled alone when everyone tried to reject me, looked at me unfavorably, and despised me.

The only one in the world who cared for ‘me’.

The only one who loved me.

Ah… It’s dazzling.

I was taken in by him at an orphanage run by a religion that worshipped the God of Light, so when I grew up and had a talent for divine power, I naturally became a priest who worshipped the God of Light with him.

I was happy that we could be together.

Because he was the only person who gave me a warm light in a life full of wounds.

If there really was a God of Light, it would be Sion.

At least to her.

After a little more time, I learned that she had great talent.

That’s how she became a saint, but she broke up with Sion.

Sion was an ordinary priest.

But he liked it.

He said that he would take in the children.

He said that he wanted to make the world a little more peaceful, but since he didn’t have the ability to do that, he would at least take care of the children and make it peaceful.

While smiling and talking about her ambitions, she wished blessings for the future of ‘me’ who was about to become a saint.

There was no jealousy or anything.

She was just purely happy, and purely wished for my future to shine brighter for me.

She was so different from the authors who became priests and saints and smiled on the outside but endlessly insulted, rejected, jealous, and denigrated me behind my back.

But it didn’t matter.

She had Zion.

In the first place, if that was all there was to it, anything would matter.

She had no illusions about being a saint or religion, and she didn’t have faith in the God of Light, so she realized that being a saint was a dirtier position than she thought, but she didn’t think too deeply about it.

She just supported him in this position, met and talked sometimes, and spent time like that, getting closer to him and filling the space next to him, so it didn’t matter.

But she couldn’t do that.

The gods saw ‘me’ as nothing more than a powerful object, a toy to be used for their own amusement, and the religious leaders who satisfied their own malice and desires under such gods were willing to ruin my life according to the god’s will.

So she killed the person she loved with her own hands.

Maliciously, she pulled out Zion’s heart with her own hands, which she could not recognize because it was covered in someone else’s skin.

Unfortunately, she was only able to recognize Zion after smelling the blood.

However, even after she did, it was already too late.

Even the power of a saint could not revive her dead love.

She hugged the man who had become a corpse for a long time.

Until the corpse began to rot.

And she remembered.

So that she would never forget, so that such a disaster would not happen again.

The scent, the blood, the touch, the warmth, the appearance… everything.

At the same time, she completely destroyed Zion’s corpse with her own hands and came out.

After killing the leaders of religions, she went to the land of God beyond the sky and slaughtered all the servants who served God, and stood before God.

God seemed to enjoy even that, thinking of it as a mere midday plaything.

However, that leisure did not last long.

She was not a human that God could measure, but a monster with talents that surpassed even his.

She returned after taking revenge by brutally killing the being called God, and taking the corpses as her sacrificial offerings along with the six angels who protected him as spoils of revenge and eternal torment.

However, there was nothing left.

There was nothing by her side, and now there was no one to be the light.

The world was spinning while she was standing still.

She hated that.

Why was I in so much pain and they could smile?

Why was there no one by my side, but who was by their side?

Why could they feel what I couldn’t?

Why did she let him die?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Why?

Just because she was rejected, she also did not embrace people.

She only served her own god and lived in the world according to her own standards.

But because she had nothing left, she gradually lost her reason.

Guilt, anger, emptiness, pain, sadness, hatred, jealousy, longing, etc.

A single word dug into her brain that was rotting away alone.

Kill the heretics.

Then you can wash away your sins.

The already broken spirit was moved by that one word.

It wasn’t exactly God’s will.

It was just that it needed something to vent its anger, something to relieve the emotions that were endlessly pent up and rotting away.

That’s why she killed them.

If she saw any living beings, she skewered them and killed them.

Mechanically.

When a world met its end to a monster disguised as a saint, she mechanically followed the signs of other life, tore down the dimensional boundaries, crossed over to another world, and repeated the process.

The karma she had accumulated in this way became the stairs that built up her existence.

The guilt of killing others, the weight of karma, had no meaning.

Because her only standard was Zion.

What would she become when she stood at the end of the countless stairs?

It was still unknown.

Because in her unsound mind, she was now trapped in a giant eggshell.

However, now that she had met the man she had longed for, felt his warmth, and felt the pain of loss once again, she was trying to break that eggshell.

Crunch!

And then, the knight’s sword that had suddenly approached her once again cut her body in half.

“Ah…”

Her eyes, which had lost focus, stared straight at the knight.

The being that had taken away her love, light, and warmth was now before her eyes.

Anger that had passed the critical point, and her love and enemy that clearly existed.

The moment she came to her senses, the shell that had been covering her broke, and finally, the being called Elasia Celestia began to bloom.

Oooooooooooooo00000000000000000000000…!!!!!

In an instant, a huge wave spread out, wiping out the entire area.

The moment even the knight was blown away by the impact, something began to flow out endlessly from her body.

It was the soul of the creatures she had killed so far.

However, she was not trying to escape.

The soul she had built up was nothing more than her property, her tool, and her s*ave.

There was absolutely no way the hierarchy would be reversed.

Because she had built it up like that, she was now reborn as a new being.

[Pray.]

How many years had it been?

She smiled, feeling truly relieved.

[For me. Pray. Wash away my sins.]

The vengeful spirit flowing out of her filled the space.

And, they soon knelt on the floor, put their hands together, and prayed and worshiped her.

[And pray for my god.]

Elasia, standing at the center of the countless worshippers, prayed softly.

“Ah… I feel you so amazingly clearly…”

Black tears flowed endlessly from her eyes as she looked up at the sky with a refreshing smile.

It was joy.

A surprisingly deep joy.

“I’ll be there soon. Zion, my… god.”

She had blossomed.

She had been reborn as a new being.

A god of obsession and longing who looked only at one person.

A saint for only one person.

[After tearing that thing apart.]

The god’s malice was now directed at the knight who was approaching her again, still alive.