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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
189

Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
189

Miracle Recreation?! Why is a
term that should appear only in the final part of the game showing up
now?!

There’s no way I can use it
just because I’ve learned it now!

Do you know how much
preparation is needed to use it even once?!

Don’t throw useless stuff at
me and pretend it’s cool! You sloppy god!

[You can do it.]

That was the end of the
message from the sloppy god.

The message window cracked and
then disappeared completely.

At the same time, light
started to emanate from the mace in my hand.

Warm yet intense. Light like
the sun.

I had seen this light before.

A few months ago, when I went
to rescue Phoebe from Nacrad’s attack, Grandpa had shown me that
light.

Hmm. It seems the gods are up
to something.

I turned my head towards the
voice that reached my ears, not my mind as usual, and saw Grandpa
floating in the air like Adri.

“Grandpa?”

“Yes, it’s me.”

What is this…

Why is Grandpa, whose soul is
only left in the mace, appearing outside?!

“Is this some hidden
function of the mace or something?!”

“Now is not the time to
worry about such things.”

Grandpa said that and looked
down.

Below was the Evil God, who
filled the entire cave with his flames and looked at me like a lion
ready to pounce, licking his lips.

I feel the overwhelming
pressure emanating from him.

I hear the crackling sound
that will turn the world to ashes.

I see the hatred-filled eyes
of the monster.

It’s a strange thing.

Fear does not rise.

This level of monster is
glaring at me with killing intent, yet I remain calm.

Why?

“Little girl. Do you
remember? The way to feel the divine energy within yourself.”

“Of course. How could I
forget that?”

When Grandpa was teaching me
[Divine Martial Arts], he drilled it into my head for several nights.
How could I forget that?

“Contemplate.”

The moment I followed
Grandpa’s advice and examined my body.

I understood.

I could feel it.

The overwhelming warmth
filling my body.

Ha.

Hahaha.

Damn it, Armadi. Didn’t I tell
you earlier to explain things properly?!

When an Apostle speaks, you
should listen!

“Grandpa, I have something
to ask you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Tell me how to perform a
miracle.”

“That’s quite a
difficult request. It is my ultimate skill, after all.”

Though Grandpa expressed
difficulty, his expression was different.

He had no intention of hiding
his pleased smile.

“However, if you’re
asking, I should tell you.”

The moment the conversation
with Grandpa ended, the clock of the world began to tick once more.

The descent started.

“Georg! Quench the
flames!”

In the past, during the
reckless days of rampaging across the frontlines of every
battlefield.

Benedict had encountered
Georg.

Georg, whom he had met as an
adversary, was a troublesome opponent in many ways.

If Georg had merely been a
user of powerful magic, Benedict might not have remembered him.

After all, brute strength can
simply be shattered with greater force.

However, Georg was different.
Although he was undeniably a mage with immense magical power, his
talents lay not in overwhelming firepower but elsewhere.

His versatility allowed him to
wield magic of all attributes freely.

No matter the situation, he
could weave countless spells together to provide the optimal
solution. He was an individual that could single handedly emulate the
strength of many.

The people of the kingdom
harboured both hatred and awe towards him, calling him Georg, the
Mage of Myriad Spells.

‘It seemed he had only grown
more powerful since then. This should be something he can handle.’

“I’m already on it!”

Georg, his usual manners
discarded in the urgency, shouted as dozens of magic circles appeared
around him.

“Bishop Johan! Use the
purification spell!”

“It’s already cast!”

“Impressive speed!”

As the Prayer of Purification
seeped into the Evil God’s flames scorching the ground, the corrupted
energy within the fire recoiled, unable to withstand the divine
energy.

Seeing this, Georg summoned a
waterfall to douse the flames.

The sheer force of the torrent
seemed like it could crush anything beneath it, and the flames were
extinguished.

Georg then raised the water
left on the ground into a wall around them and froze it solid.

Even though the ice wall
formed new snow blossoms within it as it repeatedly melted and froze
in response to the Evil God’s flames, it would serve as a temporary
safety barrier.

Benedict landed with a
thunderous crash onto the now-secure ground, holding Lucy in his
arms, and looked up at the enemy.

White flames, burning
intensely, seeped through the cracks in the wall.

That creature called itself
Vahda.

“Bishop Johan. Vahda,
isn’t that the name of the Evil God?”

“Yes, it’s the one with
the power of fire.”

“A formidable presence
has arrived.”

“Haha. It appears our
daughter is dearly loved by the great Armadi. To think that one who
calls himself an Evil God harbours such hatred towards her. It’s
quite displeasing.”

“Thanks to that, Lucy’s
in danger.”

Benedict remembered Lucy’s
expression at the moment the ground collapsed.

Her eyes were quivering.

His daughter, who had long
avoided showing any weakness, was visibly shaken.

Just from that, Benedict could
tell that Lucy had not foreseen this situation.

“Hmm. That means I
shouldn’t burden Lucy any further. On the contrary, this is good. I
get to show off how amazing her Papa is.”

“It’s my first time
facing an Evil God. Bishop Johan, how about you?”

“As if I would have any
experience with that. I am someone who learned about the Age of
Heroes from books.”

“That’s quite
troublesome. Georg, how about you? Your family has managed this place
for a long time. Is there some kind of secret technique?”

“If there was, I would
have mentioned it by now. I’m not foolish enough to hide anything
when my life is in danger.”

‘No one knows how to deal
with the Evil God.

Well, if even I, who used to
crush all sorts of creatures from all over, don’t know, there’s no
way they would.’

“Then we’ll have to attack
from scratch.”

‘It’s not a big deal.

The Evil God or whatever, that
guy is just a loser who’s been defeated several times before.

If he’s not invincible,
he’ll fall eventually after enough beatings.

I used to do this as a hobby
in the past.

Nothing I can’t handle.’

“Stupid Papa♡ Did you
forget someone right next to you?♡”

“Lucy?”

Benedict, who was smiling and
preparing to fight, turned his head to the voice beside him.

“…Do you have a method?”

“Just hold out. Even a
troll-like Papa who only relies on strength can do at least that
much, right?♡ Or are you not confident?♡”

Hearing that, Benedict looked
into Lucy’s confident eyes.

And he saw something surging
within her.

Benedict didn’t know exactly
what it was.

But he understood that it was
something given by the great Armadi.

‘Is Lucy so precious to you
that you would intervene like this?

Goodness. This is both a
blessing and a curse.

How much more will my Lucy
have to suffer because of this?

Fine. Armadi.

Just promise me one thing.

Grant our daughter peace in
the end.

If not, I, Benedict, will risk
everything to bring you to ruin.’

Carefully setting Lucy down on
the ground, he drew the enormous greatsword from his back.

A weapon so massive that only
he could wield it.

Then, he enveloped his entire
body with magic.

A unique magical technique
passed down only within the Allen Family.

A secret technique handed only
to the heir of the family.

Its effect is simple.

Enhancement of physical
abilities.

‘Heh. It’s been so long
since I’ve gone all out.’

“Submit! Weak mortal!”

Vahda raised both hands high.

In his hand was an axe.

Made entirely of flames, its
edge was perpetually burning.

As it struck the ice wall, a
massive crack began to form.

Anyone could see it wouldn’t
hold much longer.

Despite the danger, Benedict
remained calm.

“Did you both hear that?
If we just buy time, my daughter will handle everything.”

“That makes things
easier.”

“Both of you… ha,
alright, let’s go with that.”

Boom!

As Vahda struck the axe again,
the ice wall shattered, and the barrier protecting the group
disappeared.

Seeing Vahda preparing to
strike again, Benedict grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands.

A grey Aura enveloped the
sword.

Not just any energy, but an
Aura so dense it seemed to colour the space around it grey.

“Die!”

As the axe came down, Benedict
moved.

With a force that seemed
capable of crushing the ground, he twisted his body and swung his
sword at the axe.

No matter how massive the
greatsword was, it seemed like a mere ant compared to the axe blade.

However, the axe could not
overpower the sword.

A human’s sword was blocking
the wrath of a god.

Beyond the greatsword, the
surging flames looked insurmountable, yet a smile lingered on
Benedict’s lips.

Soon, the veins on Benedict’s
neck bulged.

With this, his already massive
frame grew even larger.

Muscles swelled along his
bloodstream, making his armour creak.

As a result, the Axe of the
Evil God was gradually pushed back.

Eventually, the axe flew into
the air.

Standing under the ascending
flames, Benedict proudly pointed the tip of his sword upward and
shouted.

“Is this all it takes to
call oneself a god?

Behold, Armadi!

When the worst conclusion
comes, this is whom you will face as your enemy!

Otherwise, this is who will be
your eternal ally!”

The aura of the curse emitted
by Vahda was powerless before the divine energy of one destined to
become a cardinal in the future.

A curse that would originally
have turned the mind of a person to ashes could only float aimlessly
in the air.

The flames used by the Evil
God were similar.

Flames that signified the
potential destruction of all things were merely heating the air,
stopped by the prowess of a mage.

All the anger that sought to
crush mortals was rendered powerless beneath a father’s will to
protect his daughter.

Everything.

Every single thing present at
this moment.

Nothing was going as the Evil
God desired.

Of course, this must be
irritating.

His brows must be furrowing.

Those who would have been
nothing if he had retained his original power.

Those who would have turned to
ash under the flames burning the world.

These are the ones now
standing in his way.

But that fellow won’t know.

Compared to what is about to
happen, this is nothing.

“Do you understand?”

“Of course.”

Grandpa, who was observing the
movement of the divine energy within me, stood up with a smile.

“Well then, Little Girl.
Are you ready?”

“And what about you,
Grandpa? Do you think you can manage?”

“Who is worrying about
whom? I am Ruel, one of the heroes who saved the world.”

And then he stood next to me,
raising his mace high into the air.

Seeing him, I also raised my
mace, imbued with Armadi’s divine energy.

“It’s time to create a
miracle.”

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