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Agra, who was looking at the ruined dungeon, let out a hollow laugh. The demon of eternal war was not something that could be easily destroyed.

The man who first fired the signal flare of destruction on the continent, the nightmare that overthrew countless countries, the monster who single-handedly led dozens of fronts, was crushed to death by his own subordinates.

“What a great plan. You said you were going to harass the Lord’s apostles, but what is this? Did I mishear? Were you actually planning to harass your allies?”

Agra then turned to the Pope and checked the status of the other evil spirits who had resurrected on Earth.

The flame that should have engulfed the earth with resurrection is unable to escape from the mountain and is watching its own flame go out.

Those who were supposed to lead the world into nothingness and the void where anything could be, were gradually being swallowed up by darkness.

The darkness that was supposed to appear next had already long since disappeared, and judging from the situation so far, it seemed that destruction would be no different.

In the end, everything the Pope had prepared was destined to collapse without causing any harm to the Apostle of the Lord.

“Why don’t you just throw it all away now? It doesn’t seem like it would make much of a difference if you did it yourself?”

Given these circumstances, will the Pope’s original intention be properly achieved?

That was an overly hopeful observation. How could we possibly win against the approaching apostle of the Lord who was destroying all of our cards?

“It certainly seems that the Apostle knows everything I have planned. It is indeed the wisdom of the one chosen by the Lord.”

“So you’re just going to sit there and take it?”

“Hmm. Actually, it wouldn’t be so bad if I just lost.”

If you can be defeated by the miracle of the Lord, that is glorious in itself. There is no reason to be sad and filled with resentment.

“I told him that it would be a tough ordeal, so I guess I should prepare something different.”

But I made a promise to the apostle.

I will be your trial.

That person is coming before me now as such a lofty ordeal, and if I don’t do anything, won’t I be labeled a liar?

I don’t know about other people, but I can’t lie to the Lord’s apostle.

“Most of the things he does seem to be possible because they are inside the dungeon. He never does such things outside.”

“What does that mean?”

“Let’s finish the dungeon.”

A dungeon overrun occurs when a huge number of monsters are created that cannot be contained within the dungeon.

But if we twist this a little and make it so that the dungeon can’t hold anything, wouldn’t we be able to artificially cause a runaway?

If you finish the dungeon with the power of the end, something pretty fun will happen.

“Prepare while the third dungeon is being conquered.”

“I don’t think I can do it.”

“Are you going to disturb me?”

“No. I’m trying to say that it’s physically impossible. Look at me. Isn’t the third dungeon about to be conquered?”

Agra, looking at his former subordinate’s embarrassed face, raised the corners of his lips.

“Your end is coming.”

“Your end is the same.”

“Well, if you fail, my end will be far, far away, right?”

The Pope smiled at Agra without saying anything, and Agra picked up the sealed beads and left the room.

“Your Majesty. What happened?”

“I plan to change the location where the evil spirit will be resurrected.”

“Are you saying this all of a sudden?”

“There is too little chaos on the continent. The Lord’s Apostle is too capable, so the sorrow, tears, and pain that should have originally been prevalent in the world have all but disappeared.”

What fills the earth now is hope for the future.

People are silently moving forward, looking at the light of the Lord’s Apostles.

In a time when people are fighting, bleeding, coveting wealth, being jealous and despairing, he is trying to do what he can.

This is certainly the right thing to do, but for the sake of the distant future, we must inevitably dash their hopes.

In order for the great Lord to rule the world alone, he had to trample on petty hopes and bring about chaos.

“We will execute the plan that was rejected. Call everyone.”

“Your Majesty. That’s.”

“If you were prepared to go to hell, didn’t you do it a long time ago? It’s better to go to the bottom of hell than to act foolishly out of fear of punishment.”

“…Okay.”

The Pope hummed and used his power on the closed door.

*

“You’re really going to do that crazy thing? No. I won’t stop you. Anyway, my job is the same. Let’s do it properly. Let the guys here do their best and have a blast.”

After cutting off contact, Rasha roughly threw down the crystal ball and stretched.

“Lasha, what did you talk about?”

“You little shits don’t need to know that.”

Those near her bowed their heads respectfully despite her seemingly vicious behavior.

For the believers of the god of destruction, Rasha was just another god.

“Tsk. Those fucking bastards.”

Rasha hated their politeness.

What value do those who have power but don’t think about moving up and just surrender?

Those scumbags who leave their goals to others aren’t worth living for.

If it were up to me, I’d kill them right away and go face the enemy alone, but if I mess with them, our damn god will do something fucking stupid. Damn it.

“Get up, you idiots. It’s time to fight. You ready to be the meat shield?”

“If it’s for the destruction and return of the world, I’ll gladly do it.”

Those who worship the god of destruction are all mentally abnormal.

Among those who believe in evil spirits, there are few who are normal, but these people are worse.

Those who believe that the current world is distorted and that destroying it and returning it to its primitive state is the only way to save the world do not take their own lives seriously, considering it to be merely a process of passing through reality.

Don’t try to be strong.

That’s why, even after becoming an Apostle of Destruction, Rasha kept his distance from the followers of Destruction, and even when he met them occasionally, he openly expressed his disgust.

“Then get out quickly.”

“Okay.”

After the sons of bitches she hated to even look at left, Rasha watched the soldiers running towards her from afar with happy eyes.

Here you go, Benedict Allen.

I thought you’d come here.

Because in the end, you have no choice but to come and stop me.

Rasha, who was watching the knight in black armor with melting eyes as if she was falling in love, briefly looked at the dungeon behind her and jumped down from the building.

It’s been quite some time since our first confrontation, but the memory is still vivid.

It was a really satisfying fight.

I thought this was enough, so much so that I asked to be killed.

But that guy wouldn’t allow me to die.

He was talking nonsense about how his wife wouldn’t want him there.

At that time, I faced the God of Destruction and made a deal with him. A contract for one satisfactory battle.

And this very moment is the moment when that contract is made.

The vibration of the earth.

Signs of a collapse are heard from behind.

Gray dust blown in by the wind.

Beyond, Rasha, who had been standing still, hummed as she heard the sound of knights in armor walking towards her.

“Lasha.”

“Oh. Benedict. You don’t look surprised at all? Did you already know I was coming?”

“My daughter told me.”

“Any ideas on how to attack me?”

“No.”

“No? Why?”

“You don’t have to tell me that, I’ll win.”

Benedick Aln drew his black greatsword and glared at Rasha over his helmet.

“You haven’t forgotten your past defeats, have you?”

“Of course! How could I forget that! How cool you were back then!”

Benedick Allen, who trampled the front lines, was the very unmanned utopia that Rasha envisioned.

“But not now.”

The current Benedict has lost his sharpness.

Frustrated by the sad reality, consumed by the happiness of the reality that suddenly returned, he ended up turning into an ordinary strong man. He became a watchdog, not a wolf of the kingdom.

“You can win anything right now.”

So Rasha will send Benedick back to the past. She will tell him that he cannot go back to the past now that the God of Destruction has been resurrected, and she will repeat the scene from that day.

And. And. This time, for sure.

“Trash.”

As Rasha raised her voice, the followers of the God of Destruction, who had been waiting in their respective positions, appeared.

They had their crossbows wielded here and there in the building, completely surrounding the knights.

“Don’t think of it as a simple crossbow. There is a power of destruction in there. If you try to block it with an aura, you’ll be destroyed by the aura.”

An ambush possible just before the god of destruction is resurrected.

A surprise attack that took advantage of the impossibility of detecting the power of an evil spirit in a city filled with the power of an evil spirit.

“How many knights have to die before you go crazy, Benedict? I wonder.”

Rasha nodded and gave the order to fire, but instead of attacking the knight, the demon’s followers turned their arrowheads towards Rasha.

“…Huh?”

“Wow. You really didn’t know? Are you really stupid?”

A woman’s light voice leaked out from the mouth of the man who had been talking about the destruction of the world just a moment ago. Only then did Rasha understand what was happening.

“It’s annoying.”

Arrows rained down on her, but Rasha did not panic or try to dodge them.

Instead, he raised his hand upward and clenched it into a fist.

Then all the arrows shot at her broke and fell to the ground.

“No. Is it fun?”

The hunter felt only joy in finding himself.