Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

Grimudo Climax (4)

“Warrior…”

A bright light came out of the dark line drawn like the horizon. Araidel and Reenheim succeeded in escaping with expressions that looked like they were going to be exhausted, but they were at a loss for words when they saw the black and white that appeared behind Grimudo.

He concentrated his divine power to one point to break through as quickly as possible and escaped from within, but in the meantime, the Hero Party was on the verge of annihilation.

‘No, that’s ridiculous… How can the holy sword crack…’

Seeing the incontinence of the holy sword, Araidel covered her mouth with her hand. Seeing just how much misery the hero suffered, it was as if he had seen the whole thing. How the heck was it that the Holy Sword, the crystal of divine power created by the three gods himself, came to this point?

The sword owner holding the sword was not even a joke. So I can only shed tears.

“Lady! Bishop!”

As Urinelle was about to scream to run away, suddenly Reenheim struck her chest with her hand. His eyes were tinged with anger towards the enemy, and divine power suddenly surged from his body.

Grimudo stopped preparing and looked at the Archbishop with interest.

“Is it a self-sacrifice spell? It really doesn’t look like your life is worth it.”

“This misty servant wants to consecrate his life to the goddess.”

Reenheim took one step quietly. Because of the divine power that ran through her body, for a brief moment she looked like an angel from heaven.

Even though she had already passed the age of maturity, she, who looked like a beautiful young lady in her 20s, suddenly started to look like a beauty in her 30s. Then she became a beautiful woman in her 40s, and soon wrinkles began to appear one by one.

“The Archbishop… why… why the hell why… why the spell…?”

“Lady. Here, I will consecrate my life to the Goddess. May the saint somehow escape from the author.”

“I can’t! Bishop, then I…”

When Araidel looked at the archbishop with tears in her eyes, she had already become an intelligent old woman. Still, the glasses he was wearing remained neat.

“Lady. Do you know why I am willing to give my life here?”

Almost for the first time, she smiled. wide open too.

Her wrinkled lips trembled.

“It is because Saint has strengths that an old man like me does not have. Therefore, I may die, but the saint cannot. Lady. Do you know what her strengths are?”

“No, I don’t know! I am not as smart as the Archbishop!”

A saint, not a single girl, took the archbishop’s hand and wept.

I was sobbing as I watched the hand lose its elasticity more and more. At this, Reenheim gave a benevolent smile and stroked her forehead once. The lady snorted.

“I am not as strong as Arceria unnie, nor am I able to use complex sexual methods like Sestine unnie. The Archbishop said I would surpass my two sisters, but I never thought of that! But why is the Archbishop making such a sacrifice for me…?”

“It’s that innocence. Lady. People live by faith.”

Reenheim hugged the saint one last time. After that, he set off on the last pilgrimage of his life, shaking off Aradel’s hand that held him and wouldn’t let him go.

Grimudo did not stop the archbishop as he walked towards Urinelle Lakponsia, to be more precise, towards the Holy Sword. He simply watched in silence as they prepare for their final blow.

“People like me and the Pope are the ones who see and touch the dirt of the world. So, when I try to think of something, the first thing I do is to think about what is beneficial rather than right or wrong.”

“Even if we try to take one action, we consider these useless things first, whether this will help the Goddess, whether it is necessary to expand the Church, and whether it will bring the benefit of the Church. There is no one in our school who can do what he thinks is right and pure like St.

“Do you think our faith is pure? The Holy Lady is the one who gives good deeds without any thought or consideration of gain or loss. He is a person who does not deviate from the boundaries of good deeds even if he acts according to his heart. Aradel. That belief is the purest strength for the goddess.”

Reenheim, who had come close to the holy sword, touched the holy sword with his bare hands, now that his flesh had adhered to his bones.

Her body was already torn here and there, but her eyes were clearer than at any other moment in her life. Their eyes met, and Yurinelle couldn’t stand it any longer and closed her eyes.

Her voice was trembling.

“Are you going to leave?”

“You must leave. Why? I’m just turning to the Goddess a little quicker.”

As she wrapped her fingers around the sword, the particles of light that escaped from the gaps engraved on her body permeated into the holy sword.

As if filling the cracks in a wall that had collapsed with bricks, Reenheim filled the gold of the holy sword with his own life. Through self-sacrifice, the power that came from that most sublime belief, the Holy Sword was temporarily restored.

“Brave, please… just one chance against Grimudo…!”

The Archbishop has now turned into a bare mummified and fell to the ground. Urinelle shut her mouth and closed her eyes. It felt like tears would flow if I didn’t close it, so I had no choice but to close it.

She opened her eyes again and looked at Parnell, who had recovered a little of her magic.

-really?

Parnell, realizing the meaning of the hero just by blinking his eyes, licked his lips.

The warrior nodded casually. It was only after seeing Reenheim’s self-sacrifice that her mission as a warrior overwhelmed her. A woman with a shining holy sword in her hand, who pointed the sword, shouted.

“Panel. I’ll make a break. Take the opportunity and run away with everyone.”

“Urinell. But then you…”

“That’s it, a warrior.”

All desires, longings, and burdens,

The woman who had just brushed it off smiled brightly.

“Then Kyle made everyone run away. Now it is my turn.”

Ah, I remember. then back then

When the cannibal monster, Manticore, chases after the children of the village.

Before he could do anything and was helplessly chased and eaten, someone threw a stone at the monster and purposely angered him and drew attention. So that more children can run away while the manticores show interest in him, play with them and then eat them.

The person who threw the stone was a child like her back then, but was not afraid of the Manticore. No, I was afraid. The child’s legs were clearly trembling.

But the monster was more afraid of something other than eating him. When the venomous scorpion’s tail pokes its cheek and injects poison into it, when the lion’s front paws push it back and forth and play with it.

Knowing that death was approaching, the child caught Manticore’s attention to the end. While volunteering for the toy of that cruel monster who likes to play with people.

Then the child grew up and once again defended himself in front of Grimudo. There was no coercion or demand from anyone, but as if this was natural, he approached the ancient demon king and made everyone run away.

The person is no longer there, and he pushes it with his own feet.

Then, it is natural that the person who kicked out should play that role. The gap between her and Grimudo now may be greater than the gap between Kyle and Manticore back then. Even while holding the holy sword, there was no sign of victory.

But still, I’m a warrior.

Now we can go ahead and repeat this one word.

Even though I know I’ll never be able to beat it.

Even though I knew I was going to die.

“Yeah, let’s burn the last one together.”

The moment he was about to strengthen his resolve with the holy sword, the holy sword trembled and pulsated.

Urinell’s expression hardened. The holy sword resonated with her divine strength, and suddenly began to suck up her magical strength.

Scars were drawn on his hands and wrists, and the blood that had escaped was gleaming golden and sucked into the holy sword.

He couldn’t believe it even when he saw the blood flowing from the strong warrior’s body. Even if he hurriedly tried to heal the wounds around the sacred force, the holy sword devoured it.

“What are you going to do? Do you intend to infuse the sword with all its power to unleash its final potential?”

Even Grimudo had never seen such a sight, so he just stared blankly. It was such a strange thing that everyone looked at them with their minds.

Harmael, who woke up after waking up, also became hazy again. It was so bizarre that he seriously wondered if he was still seeing a fantasy in the aftermath of the mental attack.

“Float, go away! Why all of a sudden?!”

Urinelle unknowingly tried to throw away the holy sword, but the holy sword was stuck in his hand and could not be released. The finger holding the handle did not straighten, and the energy of the body was sucked into the sword.

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Maybe the Holy Sword is trying to betray itself? Are you trying to recover yourself by swallowing all your power and then go looking for the next hero? Urinelle trembled at the rushing sense of betrayal, but that wasn’t the case.

holy sword. It is a holy sword. Have self, have will.

That will was what Urinelle wanted to live. He considered the warrior, who was a good match for him, more important than his mother, Samjin.

Even to the extent that he himself is destroyed.

Nevertheless, he tried to save this great warrior.

Nettle!

The holy sword, which swallowed up all of Urinell’s power, spewed out a formidable force and rushed towards the Grimudo.

A weapon without an owner. Although it was just a piece of iron, Grimudo did not ignore the sacred weapon. A weapon that sacrifices for its master, it is better than a human.

“A weapon that sacrifices its life for its master. It was no longer a simple weapon. I apologize for belittle you. good night. Do your best to respond.”

‘Grimudo’, who was behind him, bowed his head and bowed his head, and opened his arms to grab the holy sword.

Dark, silent, dark, strong. Even a single drop of this Ganggi color the whole world cloudy and black. How much less is there a drop of magical power that makes up the ‘grimdo’?

A terrible and dense power of darkness was spewing out in all directions. Taking the opportunity, Parnell took out the jewel from the necklace he was wearing and breathed in his breath.

After losing her strength and collapsing, Lucia, who lost her courage, and the dazed saint who lost her guardian, remotely engraved a magic circle, desperately calculated warp magic.

“Parnell! The archbishop’s body is over there…”

“I’m sorry, but if you try to take care of the dead, everyone will die.”

Parnell gave strength to the jewel in his hand and prepared for a long-distance teleportation with the friends he had gathered aside. You must create a teleport gate and run to a very distant place, wherever you are.

A short-range warp cannot escape Grimudo’s sensing power. If you don’t run away like a migratory bird, you’ll be tracked down and the same thing will happen.

Uh!

The treasure of the royal family, the Teleport Stone, ate enough magical power and began to open the door. Everyone was in a hurry. Because in the distance, everyone heard the scream of the holy sword.

Along with the bang, fragments that did not leave a single word of sacredness fell. Still, the moment they thought they were ready to teleport, the man standing in the distance looked at them.

He just stared at them and engraved a brand in the air. Not everyone knew what he was doing, and Parnell put his mind at ease. Anyway, if it’s not an attack, what’s the point if you can teleport away now?

But Lucia’s expression changed. Astonishment spread over his face, which had lost all his will, and the mental trauma recurred and he had to cover his head with his hands. Lucia shouted loudly. Can not be done.

That’s it, it’s not just that. I’d rather die than suffer from that.

“Polymorph curse…! No, that’s…”

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Making a person non-human.

To change intelligence into ignorance.

The most heinous technology created by studying the biological mechanisms of the ancients, developed by Grimudo to destroy his era. The culprit who turned the Western family into an animal farm attacked them right before the teleportation started. And, flash!

The teleport stone was activated.

– Kurreuk.

After everything disappeared, the King of Monsters spread his wings. It approached Grimudo and bowed his head, claiming to be the throne himself.

Grimudo grinned and patted the big bird.

Shall I chase you? The monster asked that question with his eyes and actions, but the Demon King only shook his head.

“After a long absence, I have one more thing to do.”

I didn’t meet the priest in the end, but I didn’t come here to do just that from the beginning.

“You play in moderation and come back.”

The bird burst into laughter and soared across the sky. Grimudo wiped his hands, then reached out and opened something.

The void opened, revealing a dark passageway. Harmael, who was still staggering, came to his senses and opened his mouth.

“Wait a minute!”

It was done by instinct, not by the head. After speaking, he shuddered for fear that a mental attack would come again, but Grimudo just stared at her.

At that moment, Harmael, relieved to some extent, cleared his voice and continued.

“Shouldn’t we be tracking them down and eradicating the root cause? If they return safely to their country of origin, even you could get into trouble. It’s good not to look down on the strong human beings. Really strong beings may be hiding in the shadows of the world.”

Even speaking himself, he could not imagine the situation in which the Grimudo would be in danger, but in any case, Harmael wanted to root out the root cause of the Hero Party.

Without a holy sword, no whip, no magic power, and no archbishop, this was an opportunity to annihilate the warrior party, take the saint as hostage, and force the country to negotiate.

“If you want to, do it yourself.”

As Grimudo snapped his finger, the black door of courtesy appeared behind Harmael.

To the demon who looked at the door that appeared behind him with a trembling gaze, the demon king slowly disappeared with his back.

“We tracked where it went, but you don’t have to worry about it any more.”

I felt the Polymorph Curse was right. Do you dare catch up and kill those who have already turned into animals instead of humans? Why should you do that? He does not enjoy animal cruelty.

“…you can’t miss an opportunity like this.”

When even the Demon King disappeared, only the Demon Lord remained in this place. After seeing the passage that Grimudo opened, she made a decision and jumped into the passage. After a while the passage was closed.

In this place, which was filled with battle cries, now only the horribly destroyed land remains.

Using that land as a nursery, only the dried up body of Reenheim remained. Still, she laughed and died. However, it is not yet known whether the wish has been achieved.