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The group of warriors are those who know the Pope’s fastidiousness better than anyone else.

The Pope and they were always at the forefront of the war, so the number of times the immortal Pope and the group of warriors who repeated miracles clashed must have reached hundreds.

So the party knew how difficult the Pope’s power was, and they also guessed how great the power of purification that counteracted it was.

However, the reason the group could not comfortably admire it was because the power of purification was carried out in a somewhat undignified and vulgar manner.

“…Is that how power is used?”

“I remember it feeling a bit more serious.”

“It is normal for our memories to be different. Those we saw were different from the apostles of the Lord.”

The one who answered their questions was Erginus, who was about the size of a small doll.

“What is this?”

Erginus clicked his tongue as Garad became irritated and started to sneeze.

“The main body is currently in the process of subduing the evil spirit of the void.”

“But do you have the luxury of doing this?”

“It’s almost over.”

“…already?”

“There’s no need to say it’s already done. I just did what was prepared, but the evil spirit of the void bowed its head without doing anything.”

There was nothing surprising.

There was no threat to life, no anxiety that everything would go wrong if one made a mistake, no fear that one was carrying many lives on one’s shoulders – none of that existed.

All that existed in fighting the evil spirit of the void was the boredom felt when doing familiar tasks.

“Other places are probably similar. Lucy Allen said that the exception I am is the most troublesome. If it was a place that existed under prediction, it goes without saying.”

Even I, who said that there were many variables and that I was uncertain about how far I could go, was this relaxed. What about those who said that there were no variables?

“However, I can’t rest assured even though this is such a favorable situation, because I know that person.”

The Pope was a very difficult enemy.

It seems as if the cunning of the evil god Agra comes from him.

Couldn’t he have anticipated this situation?

It’s ridiculous that Lucy Allen has shown herself to be abnormal so far and not guessing it.

I know.

Even though I knew about it, I didn’t do anything about it.

Because there is some intention behind it.

“I’m also anxious, but let’s go back to what we just talked about. What’s the difference between that kid and the people we know?”

“Those we have seen in the past are not the chosen ones of power. They are those who have received power from the god they serve.”

The power that God possesses is not actually the ability of God.

The concept of choosing someone as a god is a phenomenon that goes beyond common sense and can literally be called the power of a god, as their wishes are acknowledged and their will is followed.

So, there are bound to be limitations for those who have been given power. Their ability to wield power is only possible because God has permitted it.

Power does not love them, so it cannot do things that break common sense as God did.

“Isn’t that the kid?”

“For some reason, the Lord’s apostles are loved by the powers.”

Erginus, who has gained the power of darkness, can know that Lucy is different from other humans on Earth.

That the reason she can wield the power is not simply because she was permitted to do so, but because the power directly empowered her.

“So, it would be okay if the Pope who took away Agra’s power were the opponent.”

“But isn’t there a difference in skill level?”

Ruel smiled and shook his head at Garad’s worried words.

“That should be enough to narrow it down. That Pope only believes in himself, but Lucy has allies.”

The heroes’ gazes gathered at the loud noise, and Ruel’s face became slightly heated.

“That’s not entirely wrong, is it?”

The warrior, who had been silently staring at the screen, smiled and rested his chin on his hand.

“Please give them a miracle.”

*

Joey looked behind him at Lucy, who was glowing softly.

The divinity flowing out of her body became wings and settled on her back, a circle of light appeared above her fluttering hair, and the fairies flying around her had a warmth like Lucy’s, without any playfulness.

If Pavie were here, she would surely say this: The Lord’s apostle has attained the glory of God.

“That’s what a person with God’s will would do.”

“Can you please stop comparing me to those who gave me crap?♡ I feel soooo bad~♡”

Joey, who had been feeling awe without realizing it, couldn’t help but laugh when he heard Lucy’s tone.

No matter how great my power is, Lucy is Lucy. She is my friend.

Well then, what I have to do is set.

While the Pope and the knights were distracted by Lucy’s appearance, Joy quietly prepared her magic circle.

“Ah! I am so proud that you are my trial.”

“Me too. I’m so proud that Lucy is my friend.”

And the moment she cast her spell, darkness fell upon the Pope and all.

The Pope reacted as if it were a given, but the knights did not.

They were so enamored with Lucy that they didn’t notice their surroundings and ended up falling into the darkness where the king had been locked.

Unlike the king who lost all his powers, they still have all their powers, so they won’t wander in the darkness forever, but they won’t be able to escape for the time being.

“So I want to be someone who suits my friends.”

“Wow. You are indeed a disciple of Erginus.”

It would be understandable for them to be perplexed that all of their men had disappeared, but the Pope’s face was filled with a smile.

“But, wizard, please know that darkness has an end.”

Perhaps it was because the evil spirit’s energy had grown stronger. Unlike before, the Pope used the evil spirit’s power without any warning signs.

In a situation where even Freyna and the Sword Saint could only stare blankly, the darkness on the floor opened and knights crawled out.

“Let’s go. You sloppy people.”

“Let’s go. Everyone.”

Their powers collide with each other.

A knight takes Frey’s sword with his own body.

Joy steals the divine magic used by a knight.

Arthur blocks the sword aimed at Joy. Lucy strikes down the mace while the swordsman and the doll restrain the Pope’s movements.

To counter this, Lucy blocks the Pope’s power with her power of purification.

A battle of advance and retreat.

A match where no one is more advantageous or disadvantaged.

A battle between those who take death lightly and those who value life.

They had only one thing in common.

That they are both waiting for the resurrection of the evil spirit.

In the midst of a fierce yet not-so-fierce battle, a man suddenly appeared in the middle.

The young man in the black suit dominated the space with his mere presence.

No one opened their mouths, but everyone noticed the young man’s identity.

There was only one person who could send shivers down one’s spine just by appearing, one who could strike fear into the hearts of men just by existing, and one who could make the confident Lucy hesitate no matter what the situation was.

Evil god Agra.

A demon who possesses the power of the end and seeks to bring an end to this world.

A machine that does whatever its power tells it to do, without any thought for good or evil.

He looked around slowly and raised his finger.

That alone made everyone around them forget to breathe for a moment.

For some reason, suffocation occurs on the earth.

Only two people are standing on the ground while one by one people are kneeling.

There were only the apostles of the evil gods and the apostles of the gods.

“Hmm. I was thinking of taking away the power, but it didn’t work out?”

“I told you, even the power of the end is following me now.”

As the Pope reached out and grabbed Agra’s neck, his body fell apart from below.

“Remember, my apostle, that the end you desire will crumble amidst countless obstacles.”

“It’s okay. Both success and failure are glorious things for me.”

“Then I fervently hope that I fail.”

With those cursed words, the evil spirit’s body completely collapses and all the energy within him flows into the Pope.

A thick, thick darkness surrounded the Pope, and the darkness turned into a cloudy fog, and when it cleared, the old man who had seemed like a good person disappeared, and an apostle of the evil god who lived in the age of mythology appeared.

To carry out one’s own will, not that of others.

*

While the Pope was absorbing the evil spirit Agra, I helped my friends by spreading the power of purification around them.

The friends who had barely escaped the pressure were glaring at the Pope, trying to catch their breath.

Okay, so far so good.

The Pope will seize the power of the devil and call forth his armies from beneath the Holy Land.

So that the plan that guy has been preparing for a very long time can come true.

And I too have been waiting for this moment.

“Young-ae!”

Faby, who had sensed the energy of Agra, arrived with a piece of the holy relic.

“Sorry I’m late!”

“Are you ready? Your sloppy paycheck.”

“Of course. I will never disappoint you, Young-ae!”

“Okay.”

After receiving the relic from Faby, I felt the divinity of the many people contained within it.

“Help me.”

“Please lead.”

He placed the holy relic on Faby’s hand and filled it with the power of purification.

One of the many sacred relics of the Artea family.

Its characteristic is to amplify the energy contained within.

This is definitely an object that was blessed by numerous priests over several days.

“Apostle, do you think I’ll just sit there and watch?”

The Pope appeared in front of me and stretched out his hand toward the holy relic.

As soon as I saw him, I threw the relic into my inventory, hugged Faby, and stepped back.

“Kkeut!”

The pain in my back drew a scream from my lips.

Ah, shit.

If you keep acting like you’ve been acting like a sloppy person, what good will come of it?