Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

King of Monsters

“Harmael?!”

Urinell. When the chosen hero saw the woman who took his sword, he made a strange expression. Why did this woman appear here now? Could it be that Harmael joined hands with the Flesh Underworld?

“It’s the first time I’ve seen it like this. Yes, the main subject is Harmael.”

Like a poisonous viper, a demon killer came from behind.

Harmael lightly dodged and ran away from them. Seeing her smiling but not attacking, the faces of the warrior party became strange. What the hell is that woman up to?

Weren’t you here to fight? Does that mean that a writer named Maze left the Imperial Palace and came to chat with them? If Harmael was such a waste of time, he could not even build his own empire. The Hero Party did not underestimate Harmael.

“Why don’t you bend your back and bow down? Your Majesty, I say.”

“Stop using pointless provocations, and if you come, tell me the main point.”

Lucia retorted with a whip.

“If you want to fight, fight, and if you come to have a conversation, agree to it. If you want me to ask you, I’ll ask you too. Your Majesty, may the little ones dare to say this? May we break His Majesty’s neck with a whip.”

“Anyway, these are cheeky things. Still, there is not much time left to be so cocky.”

Harmael smiled. Ultimately, power comes from skill.

The Brave Party had the skills she would admit, so even if she came out so arrogant, it didn’t bother her. Had it been for the incompetent bugs, it would have been a mess already.

“All of you bow your heads before me, Your Majesty. Please, just save my life. The day will come when you will beg for it.”

“I admit that your skills are great. Neither of us can beat you alone.”

Parnell snorted. Harmael’s coming to this place alone was both a crisis and an opportunity. The Braves Party had the skills to seize that opportunity, and in fact, there were plenty.

“But we are not alone, and you are alone. There must not have been a strong person to accompany, so why did you come here alone? Did we look so happy?”

If Harmael had had the powerful in the demon realm by his side, he wouldn’t have been able to stare at it, but

Now that I came here alone, the story is different. As long as this has happened, the Braves Party has no intention of avoiding the battle. Not only was it not a battle without a chance of winning, but a stage that was advantageous to them was unfolded.

What is a warrior? Essentially an assassin.

It is common for the assassination to unfold in such a way that it usually kills all witnesses, but in the first place, the reason for their existence is to kill only the main elements of the demons with pinpointing and escape.

If you only kill the Demon Lord and Harmael, the Demon tribe will fall into a state of infighting with numerous tribes again, and will not pose a threat to anyone. The continent will be at peace again, and all of it will be the achievements of the Hero Party notarized by the saint.

Why would the Brave Party refuse to take such a great opportunity? Even if Harmael came to have a conversation with him, he would have to pull out his sword and watch it.

Due to the exposure, Rehenheim and Arraidel, whose body was not a horse, also shut their mouths, but their thoughts were simple. If they could only kill Harmael, even if they had to die, they were convinced that it would be a much better situation for the goddess.

gulp.

Reenheim, ready to risk his life, drank the water that would be the last sip of his life, and almost spit it out. As soon as the water touched his mouth, the taste of lead, which had not been erased, was pushed away by the refreshing, cool, and even sweet taste.

Reenheim’s expression completely changed when he saw that the sensations in his tongue, gums, and mouth had returned. It was then that he realized that this water had come from a spring of rebirth, and his expression convulsed.

The fountain, which had been disconnected from Kyle, eventually withered and disappeared, but the last few bottles of holy water that floated there saved her from the Hydra’s poison. Without further thought, Reenheim approached the saint and brought a water bottle to her mouth with a determined expression on her face.

“What is it? What are you trying to feed me… oops!”

The archbishop was like an older sister whom she could trust and depend on the most, and the saint had no choice but to drink water without even thinking of resisting. But once I drank it, I immediately realized why Reenheim did it.

A refreshing energy enveloped my body, wiping away all negative effects.

The drinking rate grew faster and faster, and the bottle was finally emptied. As if the water had swept away the dust in my head, my head cleared and my body felt refreshed.

“This water comes from a spring that Kyle, the priest said to have been at the Brave Party, created.”

Reenheim whispered in her ear to the young lady with a cheeky expression.

Still, those two eyes were staring clearly at Harmael, who was having a word-of-mouth battle with the Hero Party.

“That priest can even cure Hydra’s poison! I don’t know what the idiots who were in charge of that priest for Kyoguk opened their eyes and saw.”

If they were to return to their country of origin alive, the number of people to be reprimanded increased.

Kyle came to the church on her own feet, but none of the many three gods priests understood his true nature. So he walked back on his own feet, and now he can’t even confirm his whereabouts.

At the time, Kyo-guk did nothing while he came and left on his own feet, as those who tested Kyle at the time had already concluded that he was worshiping the evil spirits.

It was only later that they realized they had missed a great figure, but no one knew where and what a priest named Kyle was doing. No, to be precise, it’s too late.

“Lady. According to the last information I received, the priest was finally found in Larpentia, a small town in the Empire. Even now, he has left that place and disappeared somewhere, but his whereabouts are unknown.”

“Why are you telling me that story?”

“Harmael may still have Hydra’s poison.”

That strangely relaxed attitude. He appeared here alone and proudly.

Reenheim was somehow reluctant to do so. It seemed that there was a reason for Harmael’s confidence.

“If Saint is once again poisoned, start with Larpentia and find out where she is. Now that we know that the Old God’s priest can detoxify even Hydra’s poison, and that Harmael’s got Hydra’s poison by any means, we need him.”

Of course, Harmael had a reason, and Hydra’s poison was also part of the source of his confidence.

But what she really believes is not the Flesh Underworld, the Hydra’s Dokdo, or at least her own power. Harmael gave strength to the left hand holding the marble, and broke the black marble.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not the one who will fight with you guys.”

A ray of black light rose from the broken marble into the air. What was contained in it was a type of magic that was too different for a Magi. The moment that magical power soared, dark clouds entered the air, and dark clouds formed a large door, and the door opened wide.

A blazing fireball fell from the door that opened so quickly that no one could react.

“Shall I introduce myself? I’m not the main character on this stage… What is that?!”

Harmael was shocked to see it too. Maybe that’s a gritty one?

Another sun appeared in the sky obscured by black clouds. The blazing sun heated the world hotter than midday, the leaves withered and the vegetation withered.

The closer it got to the ground, the bigger it got. What looked like the sun grew as big as a coin, then as big as a house, and eventually as huge as a palace.

The moment it landed on the ground, like a burning wheel or a ball, a heat wave swept through the world, and nearly eight thousand corpses were turned into charcoal and wiped out from the ground. Albatross didn’t even get angry this time.

“Hey, what is this? Is it the day the world ends? Is the end coming today…?”

It was so powerful that it far exceeded the realm of his imagination, and it was already close to a natural disaster. It’s like no one is angry with a volcano when it erupts.

The burning bird stretched its head through the horrendous misery in the thick smoke and fever. Seeing it, Lucia Weston screamed.

“Phoenix, Phoenix!”

The monster corps of Grimudo.

Among them, arguably the strongest being.

The head of the monsters, who should be called the king of monsters, slowly emerged through the dusty smoke. It rolled up its body into a red sphere and fell.

Lucia saw the burning bird and trembled. She quickly turned her head to look at Harmael, and then poured out a venomous swear word. That is the bird of doom that visited them on the day of the fall of the Western family.

“it’s crazy…? Do you want to die together now? Do you know what you’ve done now? Grimudo is not something we can control or use!”

But no answer came.

profit!

uh uh

The burning earth gradually cooled. The fires on all sides are extinguished by themselves.

All the survivors unknowingly raised their heads and looked at the unclosed door.

Read at readwn.com

My mouth shut on its own, and my body trembled on its own. Darkness multiplied and covered all directions, opening up a quiet silence.

Fear also stood on the intelligent Rehenheim’s face. Saint Araidel shed tears.

I didn’t cry because I was scared or because I wanted to cry.

‘Too… too strong. Maybe even more than my mother…’

Because she was a saint who could see the goddess directly, she was afraid and despaired.

The saint, who thought that the dignity and status of the goddess was unparalleled in the world, saw and felt her existence, which she had only heard of as a legend. The moment I felt that endless power, my heart died.

‘Is this… is this the Demon King? This is rather…’

Even Reenheim, who should comfort her, couldn’t say a word. In the darkness of the door, wrapped in pure black flames darker than darkness, it came.

The phoenix looked at its master and greeted it with a clear cry from its beak. It responded by waving his hand. With that alone, a storm raged in all directions.

His magical power is so strong that even the slightest movement will redeploy the magic of all directions. Harmael’s hand holding the broken marble was trembling. It was then that she realized that Grimudo had looked after her, and that she had been watching for a long time.

It doesn’t even need a petrified monster or a cockatrice to kill itself.

One finger is enough. Harmael didn’t say anything, and just stopped as if dead.

“So… Budo.”

After a while, the hero barely spoke its name.

The sound was trembling. But was his voice trembling?

Even the hand holding the sword trembled. A nightmare I never want to see again has come.

The ancient demon king has descended on this place.