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The Pope, who had returned to the island, leisurely strolled through the dungeons.

Previously, I visited with Rasha, but I felt limited and had to turn back, but now there was no need to do that.

Unlike then, the Pope could wield the power of the end.

With every step he takes, the dungeon approaches its end.

Iron that has lasted hundreds of years rusts and breaks down.

Traps that were working until recently are now malfunctioning and stopping.

The wall that could withstand even Rasha’s fist collapses, and the various artificial life forms inside are turned to dust and scattered.

The power of the evil god that once almost led the world to destruction was something that the old, worn-out dungeon could not withstand.

Having reached the end of the dungeon, the Pope opened the door and faced the face of the man inside.

brave.

A being worthy of being called a symbol of hope and salvation itself.

A hero who did not yield to any disaster and achieved victory after despair.

The Pope, who had confronted him countless times, admired the warrior.

Because it was truly proof that humans are great and that God was right.

“It’s been a while, warrior.”

“Aren’t you being too polite? You used to be a bit more vicious.”

The warrior slowly got up and raised his sword.

“It was a time of great passion. But hundreds of years have passed since then.”

“But even after hundreds of years, you are still trying to resurrect the evil spirit.”

“For the great Lord.”

“I believe you are doing it for the sake of the one you gave me.”

The warrior who let out a sly laugh raised his spirits.

Unlike when he had previously dealt with the Lord’s apostles, he sincerely wanted to kill them.

The earth shakes. Shards of stone fall from the ceiling. The air stops and the space in which the warrior stands becomes his own.

“You are truly a fearful person, both then and now.”

“Will you run away?”

“No. There’s no need to do that. You can’t kill me.”

As soon as the Pope finished speaking, a swung sword obliterated his head, but the Pope’s voice continued.

“You tried to kill me several times in the past. You tried to stop me because you knew the sins I, the Apostle of Agra, was committing. But what was the result? You failed and I stand here.”

“Okay. So now let’s fix it.”

“No. No. That can’t be happening. Maybe the old you would have. You, who has been in decline for hundreds of years, can’t kill me. Absolutely not.”

As a Pope who respects the warriors of the past, he could sense how weak the warriors of the present had become.

His eyes had lost their intelligence, his once firm heart was cracked, and his dark past had become worn and worn.

He is different from the apostle of the Lord who killed me.

“Warrior. Would you please step aside? I do not intend to resurrect Agra. I intend to kill Agra.”

“Hahaha! That’s really funny! You, the apostle of Agra, are going to kill Agra!?”

“Yes. Because the beginning and the end must belong solely to the Lord.”

Agra is not worth existing in this world.

The best role he can play is a sacrifice.

It would be the greatest honor that Agra could enjoy if it were dedicated to the great Lord who would descend to this world once again.

“This is not treason! It is for the sinful evil spirit! As an apostle of the evil spirit, I am giving you a chance for atonement!”

The moment the Pope, consumed by madness, screamed, Garrad, who had been hiding behind him, jumped out and stabbed the Pope where his heart should be.

For a normal person, this would have been an instant death blow, but the Pope leisurely watched the sword pierce through his body.

“I didn’t know there would be another hero here.”

“Really? I didn’t know that you, a bug-like punk, would still be alive.”

“The Lord’s apostle stopped by here. Did the role of the warrior pass on to him?”

The Pope stood between those who were trying to kill him, clasped his hands together and lifted his prayers to heaven.

Great Lord, grant miracles to your apostles.

Please don’t let any trial give you away.

May the Apostle help me to prove myself by being my trial.

“I truly believe that glory be to you.”

The Pope finished his prayer with a devout heart and looked at the two heroes with a big smile.

“Let’s pass.”

“If you can, try it.”

“Let’s do our best to stop it.”

That day, part of the island disappeared from the ground.

*

At some point, Joy and Nevera began to watch the people watching them.

The moment the heat rose, we started fighting, but there was no way to end it.

If one of the two had been more powerful, it would have ended in a one-man victory, but unfortunately, the two were equal.

In terms of magical skills, Nevera was better.

It was only natural, since there was a difference of nearly ten years in the number of years they had studied magic, and Nevera had received all kinds of support as an apostle of magic.

But the reason why they couldn’t win in this gap was because of Joy’s many unique characteristics.

Practical combat experience gained from traveling through numerous battlefields with Lucy.

The power of darkness learned from Erginus.

In addition to this, there is a blessing from the Fairy Queen.

Joy, who supplemented her lack of magical skills with these means, was able to confront Nevera without difficulty and even pushed her back at times.

Of course, Nevera also had his own level of experience, so he couldn’t win with just a slight advantage.

‘This is enough! Kid! Fall down for the authority of the apostles!’

‘You’ve done enough! Please step back and show some leniency! You’re an adult!’

Even as they both internally screamed at each other to give up, the two did not back down an inch.

‘Don’t they worry about their friends!?’

‘Do the followers of the God of Magic care what happens to the Apostle?’

No one intervened because the two sides were fighting fiercely without giving an inch, but the two people who were unaware of this eventually concluded that they had no choice but to fight until one of them fell.

So the two tried to launch a fatal blow at each other.

“Excuse me.”

The moment Erginus, who had intervened in the middle, stirred his magic power, both of them lost their balance and began to fall from the sky.

“Gyaaah!?”

“Gyaaaah!”

While the two screamed in surprise at being unable to use magic even though they wanted to, Lucy caught Joy and Benedict grabbed the Apostle of Magic.

The two of them, who had just sighed in relief at the thought that they were alive, suddenly stood on the ground and raised their voices toward Erginus.

“What should I do if you suddenly do this!”

“Lord Erginus! You should have at least given me a warning!”

“I decided to move after deciding on the countermeasures. I thought that if I didn’t do this, the two of you wouldn’t stop.”

As Erginus bowed his head, the two people who had been grumbling also nodded.

Anyway, it is true that we were able to stop it thanks to Erginus.

“I have a lot to say, but first I have something to say to the Magic Apostle.”

“What is it?”

“I never think I am greater than the God of Magic. I am a wizard who studies the path of magic, and I cannot be compared to magic itself.”

When Erginus expressed his humility by saying that it was thanks to the mercy of the God of Magic that he was able to study magic in the end, the corners of Nevera’s mouth slightly relaxed.

He didn’t even go looking for them, but Erginus came to him first and admitted that he was inferior! The God of Magic must be pleased!

“But the God of Magic is a bit lazy. I went up to the top and looked around, but I didn’t expect magic to develop this much. To be honest, I was disappointed.”

“…Do you think it’s because the God of Magic has neglected it?”

“Yes. If you are a god, shouldn’t you lead everyone to a better path? At least I am trying to do that, but I guess you are not a magic god.”

It is not easy for those born with great strength to be diligent, said Erginus, nodding his head, when suddenly his new form disappeared.

Normally this would have caused a huge uproar, but the people there were strangely calm.

“…The God of Magic took you, right?”

“I…guess that’s right.”

Because in this situation, there was only one person who could kidnap Erginus.

“Warm. When do you think that loner will come back?”

“Uh. Sorry. I don’t know. God didn’t say anything.”

“Why are these gods more childish than kids? Are all real gods just idiots?”

Lucy was blatantly committing blasphemy, but no one said anything to her.

Because she was an apostle of the Lord, and there were parts that everyone could relate to to some extent.

“That’s because the bad relationship between those two is not light.”

Lucy turned her head at the sound of a voice behind her and found a man with a hunched back and an unpleasant smile on his face.

“During the Age of Mythology, there were many instances where disputes almost escalated into civil wars.”

“What is this gloomy weakling?”

“I am the one who left the sentence in your hand.”

“…Corner pervert kid?”

“I don’t know why I have to be called a pervert.”

Lucy burst out laughing as Ganshu frowned.

“Ugh. This is what a stinky brat will look like when he grows up. It would be better to live as a brat all his life.”

“I’m sorry, but this is not my body, I’m just borrowing the body of my apostle for a moment.”

“Is this the type of guy you like? Did you choose a loner?”

“Ha. You look more pleasant when you look at me from afar.”

Ganshu shrugged his shoulders with a hollow laugh and turned his back, telling me to follow him.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’ll tell you what Erginus was trying to explain.”

“Do I really have to go somewhere else? It smells weird and I don’t want to be around you.”

“This is not a story that everyone will hear. It is about the will of the gods.”