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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
269

Tariki’s welcoming barrage didn’t end after just one attempt.

It seemed like he wanted to fill the sky with black fireworks,
continuously launching bursts of dark magic.

But all of those blasts were powerless in the face of divinity. The
divine power of Armadi that I wielded and Tariki’s dark magic were
simply incompatible.

A shadow that hides in darkness could hardly stand before a power as
radiant as the sun.

It seemed Tariki realized that as well, as he soon stopped his
attacks after a while.

I thought maybe he didn’t want to waste energy on something
ineffective, but at that moment, I saw a dark energy ripple through
the entire city.

Although my knowledge of magic was still lacking, I knew enough to
recognize that energy for what it was.

It was a spell—a magic circle that encompassed the whole city,
prepared for the evil god.

‘Yes. The magic circle covering Burrow territory was just bait, it
seems.’

What Alsatine had discovered was nothing but a decoy, meant to
intimidate us, while the real thing was designed specifically to trap
and kill me—the apostle of the sloppy Lord.

‘Just as I expected.’

Still within expectations. All still within the scope of what we had
planned for.

All that remained was for the airhead fox to take care of our free
fall…

What is she even doing?! We’re getting close to the ground! If she
doesn’t act soon, we’ll crash straight into it!

I glanced at the fast-approaching ground and then shot a glare
towards the airhead fox, only to find her calmly surveying the ground
below.

‘Is this really the time?!’

“Airhead fox! What are you doing?!”

“Do not worry. The preparations are complete.”

As soon as her words left her lips, a mist formed around us, grasping
the edges of our clothes.

My plummeting body began to slow as the mist acted like an unseen
hand, easing us down until, by the time we reached the ground, there
was no speed left in our descent.

The mist dispersed, and we landed smoothly.

“My apologies, everyone.”

The spatial mage was quick to bow, regret etched across his face for
having put us in such a predicament. But we had no time to answer.

Because I could feel an ominous power surging from the distant
mansion.

‘Yeah, it seems so.’

From the direction of the mansion, black tendrils of darkness were
beginning to spread, creeping outward.

It sought to blanket the sky, to swallow the sun, and create a total
darkness where even the moon and stars couldn’t shine.

The last time Tariki altered a dungeon, it had seemed unimpressive.
Not because he was incomplete, but because his intention had been
mere reconnaissance, and he hadn’t used his full strength.

Watching the darkness engulf Burrow territory, I let out a scoff.
Well, at least he’s living up to the title of an evil god this
time. If he turned out to be nothing but a joke, I’d be the one
feeling annoyed after everything I’d put on the line.

With a grin, I turned around to see Phoebe and Johan preparing the
ritual.

Both were long-time members of the church, working seamlessly
together without a single misstep.

All that was left was for me to do my part. I opened my inventory and
pulled out a sword.

The one I had received from Isabel a few days ago.

A sword that had spent a long time soaking in divine waters.

A sacred relic forged by human hands over countless years.

The blade was dull, worthless as a weapon, but that hardly mattered.

It wasn’t forged to be a weapon.

It was forged solely to create a miracle—a holy sword.

I gripped the hilt with both hands and raised it above my head.

Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes.

“Prepare yourselves. Those possessed by darkness are converging on
us.”

Drawing on the divinity within me, I began pouring it into the blade
from the tip, gradually filling it.

“Most of them I will handle, as promised. Focus only on
intercepting anything that comes near this area.”

At some point, the sword began greedily absorbing my divinity.

It wasn’t enough—it wanted more. The sword was crying out for more,
and I obliged, feeding it.

Slowly, as the divinity climbed up the blade, the temperature began
to rise.

The cold metal gradually warmed, growing hot, until it seemed ready
to burst with the heat of its forging.

My palms burned as the heat spread, but I didn’t let go.

After all I’d endured, this much pain was nothing.

I didn’t know how much time had passed.

The world around me seemed to grow silent, the sound fading away.

My senses, once spread wide, narrowed until they focused only on the
sword.

From deep within me, I heard a firm, reliable voice.

At that moment, a figure of a man appeared in the darkness behind my
closed eyes.

‘Yes, Grandpa.’

Having finished his preparations alongside Phoebe, Johan wiped the
cold sweat from his brow and raised his head.

Even though it was incomplete, an evil god was still an evil god. The
darkness sought to swallow the sun.

Seeing the dark energy slowly spreading above Burrow territory, Johan
expanded his own divine presence, pushing back the darkness.

Keeping the evil god’s power at bay, so that it couldn’t taint
this sacred ground.

Tch. Tariki’s power was formidable.

He wouldn’t be able to hold out for long.

The Lady needed to finish her preparations before this old man
reached his limit.

“They are rushing in.”

The Master of the great forest spoke as Johan tore his gaze from the
sky to look at the approaching forms—people running toward them.

They looked human, but they weren’t people anymore.

These were townsfolk who had unknowingly been bewitched by the evil
god’s power, puppets dancing to Tariki’s will.

In normal circumstances, there would be no salvation for them. They
would have perished along with the town.

But not this time. The great Lord had sent his apostle for their
sake. They would have their lives restored.

“Come, beasts.”

With her words, a translucent mist spread out around the Master of
the Forest.

If it were just an ordinary fog, it would have dissipated into the
air, but this was different.

This mist, created by the Master of the Forest’s power, began to take
form in midair.

To Johan’s eyes, they resembled a pack of giant foxes.

“Drive them back. But do not kill them. I may be punished instead
of merely chastised.”

The moment her command left her lips, the pack of foxes moved as one,
darting towards the oncoming human forms.

These foxes—no, mist in the form of foxes—moved faster than any
living creature, approaching the bewitched people.

When the mist touched them, each person collapsed as if their strings
had been cut.

“Lady Rina, what did you do to them?”

An Allen knight asked, astonished. The Master of the Forest shrugged
as if it was nothing.

“I merely put them to sleep. Once this is over, I will wake them.
Do not worry.”

As she spoke, the mist foxes kept moving.

One by one, the people succumbed to the dream world, and the
onslaught of possessed townsfolk began to slow.

‘So, this is the true power of the Master of the Forest.

Listening to Lady Allen’s irritated voice while she dealt with the
airhead fox had made me doubt her true capabilities, but clearly, her
true power did not lie.

With her protecting the surroundings, we didn’t have to worry about
being overwhelmed…

A burning divinity, hot enough to scorch, radiated from my side,
pulling me out of my thoughts.’

“Hah.”

Johan recognized the sword Lucy held.

The holy sword forged in the sacred ground of the Church of the Lord.

A weapon blessed through countless ceremonies over years.

As a bishop, Johan knew that sword well.

He had been one of those who had bestowed blessings upon it numerous
times and had even used the blade himself in some of the ceremonies.

He had watched others use it in rituals countless times.

Yet, even he had never seen that sacred sword shine as brightly as it
did now in Lucy’s hands.

Truly, she was the one beloved by the Lord.

The one chosen as His apostle.

It seemed she was finally ready. Lucy let out a long breath, lifting
her eyelids to reveal her bright crimson eyes.

Her divinely shining eyes looked at the blazing sword she had
created—a blade that shone like the sun.

After examining it, she let out a small chuckle before adjusting her
grip on the hilt.

The point, which had been aimed at the sky, now pointed downward.

As Lucy tightened her lips and brought the sword down—

The holy sword, filled with the apostle’s divinity—

A blade that was too dull to be wielded as a weapon—

It pierced the city’s street as easily as dipping into water,
embedding itself firmly into the ground.

“From this moment onward.”

As Lucy spoke, the divine power concentrated in the sword radiated
outward, following the apostle’s clear, confident voice.

“This filthy, creepy, pathetic darkness will know shame and flee.”

It washed over Johan and Phoebe beside her.

“This sloppy light will be made just a little less sloppy by my
noble divinity.”

It flowed over Alsatine and Karl, who were defending the perimeter.

“In the name of the sloppy Lord, I, Lucy Allen, declare.”

It swept past the Master of the Forest, spreading ever onward.

“That perverted bastard will fight desperately to protect what’s
his.”

Driving away the darkness that dared to invade, a domain took form.

A domain of divinity.

A place where evil was expelled and the righteous were embraced.

What a strange thing.

The words spoken by the apostle were full of profanity, and yet, the
sacred power that filled this space held nothing but reverence.

Johan found himself gripping his cross unconsciously, letting out a
small, bewildered laugh before turning to the side.

“Saint Phoebe.”

Phoebe stood at the center of an intricate ritual.

She had spread earth that had stood in the sacred ground even before
it was called holy.

She had drawn symbols upon it with dust from the wings of angels.

In the center of the design, she held an ancient staff once carried
by saints.

Meeting Johan’s eyes, she nodded firmly.

“Yes, Bishop.”

“It is our turn now.”

Johan poured holy water upon her, allowing the divinity that filled
the space to connect with her.

“Are you ready?”

“Always.”

With that final confirmation, Johan took out an orb, still warm with
the Lord’s blessing.

“Then let us begin.”

He tossed the orb into the air.

Instead of falling to the ground, it floated between Johan and
Phoebe, suspended, as though untouched by gravity.

All was ready for the miracle.

““For the great Lord.””

The time had come to bring the sun to this dark land.

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