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To put it simply, the disaster started with carelessness.

Originally, dungeons where the underlings of evil spirits lurked were supposed to be a source of fear for people.

Just by appearing, he had to be someone who could burn several cities to the ground, cause countless sacrifices, lead several blind men to their deaths, and endanger the country.

Even if you prepare in advance, it is the same. It is normal for there to be a thick smell of blood. Everyone who lived in the age of myths knew this.

I never doubted that having a dungeon built near where I lived meant imminent death.

However, hundreds of years later, the land was filled with only the joy of victory, and the death that should have occurred due to complacency was blocked by the messenger of the Lord, so naturally, people began to think like this.

Hey? Isn’t it a bit overrated to say that they are the minions of the evil god?

Even if all the terrifying records of the past were true, wouldn’t they have weakened after hundreds of years?

If that little kid can clear the dungeon so easily, there’s no way we can’t do it.

Many people didn’t realize how out of the ordinary Lucy was.

I couldn’t understand how bizarre her method of clearing dungeons was.

Even people who actually heard her say this.

The dungeon Lucy was talking about was a very simple place.

Just run at a moderate pace until you reach the boss room, then tease and kill the boss if you know the strategy.

Lucy Allen told me just that and actually cleared the dungeon that way.

Until a few years ago, the noble young lady who had nothing but bad reputations, the girl who was born with the blood of heroes but had not even learned how to fight properly for two years, did not bring heroes with her, but rather brought little children of her own age with her and suppressed the nightmares of the past one by one.

At least that’s what many thought. The knights of Parma, where the disaster struck, thought so too.

What can’t we do if they can do it?

We know everything about that dungeon, so why do we have to wait for that girl?

When others are oppressed by the authority of the Lord and cannot do anything, how about we go ahead and conquer the dungeon first?

If that is the case, wouldn’t it be possible to not only pile up debt to the church that gave it to us, but also to incur debt to other countries?

They say that this is necessary so that when all is said and done, their religion can attain a higher status.

The people of Parma agreed with this opinion, and the moment the dungeon appeared, they decided to enter the dungeon and eliminate the culprit instead of blocking the monsters coming out of it.

This was also an arrogant judgment, but it was not entirely wrong. Apart from the high authority that came with the name of Apostle of the Lord, not many people knew of Lucy’s uniqueness.

If we were to ask what their fault was, it would be that they didn’t think they would fail.

They didn’t think about what would happen if they failed.

They only imagined themselves standing in glory after completing the dungeon raid.

That’s why I couldn’t fix it when the first button was twisted.

When a monster in the shape of a knight appeared beyond the dungeon door, I gave up my head so easily.

The chaos began.

The commander who stood at the front to praise those who came out lost his head.

In the resulting chaos, others around him died.

And only then did they take out their weapons one by one, but by then it was already too late.

In a situation where it was impossible to distinguish between friend and foe, the knights, who were the main force, were destroyed in vain.

People die. Enemies multiply. The number of monsters coming out of the dungeon increases exponentially.

The front is pushed.

People are dying again. The number of monsters increases while the number of soldiers continues to decrease.

The soldiers fall back again, stepping on the corpse.

People die.

People died.

Died.

Everyone on the front lines understood at some point that they were going to die.

They realized that no matter how much they struggled, they would die.

Unless a miracle happened, this city was finished.

Naturally, many chose to flee, knowing they would be swept away by the waves of those monsters, while others accepted death calmly, but some gritted their teeth and stood at the front lines.

I didn’t think I could survive.

I didn’t even believe that a miracle would happen.

They just wanted those behind them to die just one second later than they did.

They hoped that by dying first, they would create even the tiniest possibility.

Even when the moment comes when all life in the world ends, I hope that the lives of others will continue a little longer.

“…sigh.”

The soldier, who was trying to take out a cigarette from his bosom, realized belatedly that his right arm was gone and let out a hollow laugh.

He awkwardly moved his left arm to take out the cigarette in his bosom, put it in his mouth, and rummaged through his bosom.

And then I realized, there was nothing to light a fire on.

If I had known this would happen, I would have learned some magic.

Now I regret refusing what the wizard told me when I was working as a mercenary.

The soldier, who had been chewing the end of his cigarette and sighing, closed his eyes, feeling dizzy.

Beside him, his comrades were shouting something, and further away, screams and the roars of monsters could be heard, but the soldier could not open his eyes.

There was so much blood shed.

The time I didn’t sleep was so long.

Everything I’ve done so far has been too overwhelming.

Now I just wanted to rest. Let’s sleep for a bit and wake up.

Let’s run forward with our weapons in one hand.

Let’s move forward even if it means dying in place of our comrades.

Yeah. Just for a moment. Just for a moment and then everything.

It was then that a strange warmth embraced his body.

The warmth he felt when he closed his eyes while lying in the meadow on a spring day made the soldier feel comfortable.

My fading consciousness is rising to the surface, the pain that has been engulfing my entire body is dulling, and strength is returning to a body I never thought would be able to stand again.

The moment the soldier who had sensed him slowly opened his eyes, he discovered an angel standing on the wall.

A lone angel shining on the gray earth was praying to the sky with his eyes closed.

The soldier stared blankly at the sight, then suddenly turned his head to his surroundings.

The sounds of the battlefield had disappeared.

Screaming. Yelling. Anger. Crying. Anything.

Nothing remained on the battlefield.

All that was there was awe toward the angel standing on the wall.

A monster. A monster?

The soldier who tried to stand up by supporting himself with his right arm on the ground fell and got up unsteadily.

Only then did I realize why all the sound had disappeared. The monsters were retreating.

Back again, unable to invade the warmth created by the angel. Back again.

Looking at the sight, the soldier remembered a story about a hero he had once heard.

The story of a certain knight who drove away all demons with just his light.

“Great Lord.”

The moment someone showed their respect, those standing on the battlefield raised their hands one by one.

And then I prayed to heaven. Great Lord, please protect those who stand on this earth.

Let your will reach the earth, defeat evil, and spread good.

“For the great Lord.”

“For the apostles who carry out the will of the Lord.”

“For the good that should exist on this earth.”

The soldiers, each speaking the words that were welling up in their hearts, face the monster that is staring at the wall with its weapons in hand.

He shows hatred towards those who hate the apostles of God.

“For the people we must protect!”

The moment when humans and monsters collided again. It was the monster that was pushed back.

*

The sword of the warrior favored by the god of martial arts cuts through the air, and countless heads of monsters fly into the air.

As the wizard, who was the disciple of the great wizard and the god of darkness, unleashes his magic, a lightning bolt falls from the sky and tears a hole through the legions of demons.

The prince of one country traveled the front lines, supporting everyone with magic and sword.

The saint, who was the face of the church that gave her life, even revived those who were supposed to die and maintained the front line.

And as if it were natural, the apostle of the Lord who stood at the very front continued to move forward even though he was covered in the blood of a demon.

The Pope was watching the whole scene from afar.

“Isn’t she more beautiful than ever? Look at her fighting with her mouth shut for those who rely on her.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

The knight who was working in the city under the Pope’s command nodded several times to the Pope’s words.

“But it’s a shame. It was just a little confusing, but those who doubted that person’s words and committed a crime are still alive.”

“That’s true. If everything had gone according to plan, this city would have been destroyed.”

It was planned that the Apostle would come to this place, but no one could have imagined that the miracle he performed would block all the demons.

I underestimated that guy again.

“But there is no need to be too impatient. The apostle’s story will change more dramatically with the sinners remaining.”

The Pope, who had previously suffered great damage while heading towards the Aln territory, changed direction.

To test the apostle through those he was trying to protect.

Even though He has already suffered as much as humans can suffer, the apostle of the Lord who sacrifices himself for this world would not give up on humans because of the criticism of a few people.

However, if the deaths of many people were placed on his shoulders, he would surely despair, and that suffering would become a story and a trial that would perfect him.

For his sake alone, this city had to fall. Haha. This isn’t so bad as it is.

Because it allowed the apostle to test those around him, and because the entire world became aware of the apostle’s abilities.

After this, a few statues will be erected in his birthplace.

To be honest, I was a bit disappointed before.

“Let’s take a step back. It seems like we’re starting to get a grasp of our position.”

“Okay, Your Majesty.”

That day is not far away, Apostle.

The day will soon come when you will give me a trial.