Academy Slave Instructor

78 – It’s going to be a while

It’s going to be a while

“aaa!!”

“Fire, fire, fire!!”

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The small cornerstone that Asran pulled up created the Abigail Ring.

The three-story building was collapsing at a rapid rate, and as the ceiling collapsed, the torches that fell on the floor turned into a sea of fire everywhere.

A man with a strong will to live finds a way out in Lee Ji-seon-da of Burning to Death or Being Buried Alive.

“aaa!”

“Don’t push!!”

There are no enemies or allies in the waves of people that flow like a huge current. They just run in unison.

Zeroa and Aslan also left their bodies in the flow and ran recklessly.

The pagans who stood in the way at first started to run away without looking back as the ceiling collapsed with a terrible sound.

If you don’t want to be buried alive, it’s not time to worry about fighting, so Aslan joins their ranks.

“Turn, turn! Turn! Stuck!”

“Aaghh!”

Asran’s excellent diplomatic skills turned opponents who competed with swords into companions on the run.

Pia praises him for his great achievements.

“Ah! You stupid orc! f*ck you, live your life thinking!”

Spitting out a cry of anger as if vomiting blood, Pia throws herself at the closed window and escapes.

Others come out one after another towards the escape route made by her sacrifice, and soon the building completely collapses and a huge dust covers all sides.

“Cough, Cough, Whoa- Is everyone okay?”

“Damn it, does this look good?”

Pia, who spit out the chewy soil in her mouth, glared at Aslan.

The dust clears and you can see cultists all around.

Caught between those who escaped earlier and those who escaped belatedly, the party stand guard against each other with their backs to each other.

“Now I don’t have the option of blocking the aisle and waiting.”

“Uh- sorry about that.”

Athran honestly apologizes for Zeroa’s calm explanation of the situation.

“Still, the number of enemies has been greatly reduced.”

“The problem is that we almost cut it.”

“It’s enough if you’re safe. Why are you arguing so much? You’re smaller than I thought.”

Pia was angry at being called small, but now she had to pay more attention to the pagans around her than to Asran.

Until a while ago, they were colleagues who ran away to live together, but now they have become enemies again.

No, his eyes are more savage than the first time, probably because he was very angry about destroying the building.

Beware of pagans who exude life as if they were going to grind it down right now, Pia asks Aslan.

“What’s your next plan?”

“No?”

Pia frowned at the irresponsible answer, but his expression was confident.

“It’s okay, I can break through. No one is strong.”

“The problem is divine power.”

“Yes.”

At Zeroa’s words, Aslan nodded and looked around to see if anyone was trying to perform a miracle.

Lydia and Pia, who saw only the gentle priests who healed in the temple, did not understand their concerns.

“What kind of evil guys are polluting Lord Kertasine’s sacred place!!”

The man who climbed through the rubble is indignant at how he survived the collapsing building.

Although it was torn and covered with dust in the rubble, the priestly robe he was wearing was embroidered with splendid embroidery, indicating his high status.

“You dare… Dare to destroy Kertasine’s altar, you will suffer forever in the flames of eons!!”

After seeing the high priest pouring out curses, Aslan silently sticks his head out to Zeroa and whispers.

“All priests say the same thing.”

Zeroa, who had never seen an enraged priest, did not understand Aslan’s words properly, but he seemed to have a vague idea of what they meant.

“Receive Kertasine’s wrath sweetly!!”

The high-ranking priest shouted loudly and stabbed the heart of the cultist who was supporting him with a dagger.

Athlans were surprised by the act of harming their allies, but the pagans bowed their heads and prayed without being surprised.

An incomprehensible, ominous prayer resounds from all directions, and the ground on which the pagan who had been stabbed in the heart was standing opens.

As if space were being torn apart, a black crack formed, and thin tentacles protruded from within, trapping the cultists.

“You had tentacles after all!”

Cried Lydia, but Pia, unable to understand why, glances at her, then turns her gaze back to the tentacles.

In the meantime, Aslan, who was running at the high priest, returns to his place, pushed back by a group of pagans who are not afraid of death.

It is difficult even for Aslan to deal with the madness of the fanatics who reach out to grab it even if their waist is split in half.

“Damn it, I can’t get to it.”

“I don’t know what’s going to come out, so I keep my mana up.”

Zeroa, who was also pushed back by the cultists, pours mana all over her body in preparation for what will happen in the future.

Divine power creates miracles.

This simple statement gives commanders a headache.

It’s easy to think that divine power has nothing to do with battle in people’s images, seeing only the priests saving people and healing their wounds, but in reality, divine power is used very widely in the battlefield.

It’s not just physical strength or strength.

There are many times when miracles that give away the laws of physics or rationality create absurd situations.

Under the name of a miracle, it can divert a wide river so that soldiers can cross it, or it can spread a plague.

From the point of view of the commander who has to anticipate every situation and devise a strategy, the priests who create miracles look like thorns in the eye.

Those who go forward and fight are the same.

If you use only divine power, you create an unreasonable situation called a miracle, so people who have trained hard and developed their strength are only annoyed.

In particular, the act of offering a sacrifice makes the miraculous power stronger.

That’s why people who wish for power often believe in evil spirits, and most countries try to prevent religions related to evil spirits.

To prevent the miracle from happening, Aslan throws his great sword, but as soon as he gets into position, the cultists throw their bodies away.

The great sword flew with great power and pierced the bodies of dozens of people, but eventually lost its power and fell to the ground without even reaching the high priest.

The tentacles that burrow into the victim’s body squirm and suck blood.

The tentacles spewing blood toward the sky as if nothing had happened to the sacrifice that had dried up like a mummy.

The fountain of blood that flew high into the sky turned into rain and fell, and Zeroa quickly cast a curtain of mana upward.

– It’s cheap

With the sound of rain, a black curtain that looks like a tent surrounds the village.

The pagans who kneel and pray to the sky open their mouths wide to drink even a drop of blood.

“Ugh-“

Pia frowns at the terrible appearance, and Lydia unknowingly strains her hands.

Unlike the nervous adventurers, Asran was taking out the pieces of the greatsword while removing the scabbard, and Zeroa sprayed mana outside to investigate the red rain.

Neither of them pays any attention to the disgusting sights around them.

What happened happened, and each of us was preparing for what was ahead.

Pia, who felt that they were different from the pagans, who only frowned at the cultists in a daze, feels like she lost for some reason, clicks her tongue and corrects her posture.

I don’t know what to do, but I’m sure there’s something I can do.

The black tent is probably a barrier. You can’t get out unless you defeat that high priest or kill all the cultists. The pagans were dangerous even if their skills were low, and the divine power was more terrible than expected.

That was all Pia found out.

No matter how much I look around, I can’t see a way out.

Athlan said that no one is strong, but the eyes of the pagans who were affected by the pouring blood gradually grew red and ominous energy flowed out.

Things get worse when he thinks that he was pushed back by the heathen’s attack, who was not afraid of death.

‘Drex…’

While Pia was praying for Drex to come back soon, the high priest said in a shady voice.

“Servants of Kertasine, show those foolish and ignorant bugs what his anger is.”

At those words, the pagans who drank the blood slowly stood up.

Blood is pouring out of the mouth that has not closed, and the eyes are stained red.

As the cultists each raise their weapons in a bizarre manner, Pia and Lydia take a small breath in their nervousness.

“Lord Kertasine-! These lowly servants, the evil worms who fell in love with you…”

“I- I’m sorry.”

Cutting off the high priest, someone raises his hand and speaks loudly.

Not only the high priest who was speechless, but also the Asrans and the red-eyed pagans all turned their heads towards the sound of the voice.

Someone is waving at the back of the people around him.

“I’ll be gone for a while. Please come out for a moment. Yes, I’m passing. Aww, there are too many people.”

The light voice that breaks the serious atmosphere resembles Rai, so Zeroa and Aslan open their eyes wide and stare at an unknown figure approaching through the crowd.

Three people come out of the gap as the pagans, who have a bizarre appearance but are surprisingly kind, move little by little and turn the road.

“Oh, Asran-kun, long time no see.”

A man with long hair who greets with a bright voice. This is Joshua, who holds the position of Deputy Minister of Information.

“Hello! Joshua!”

As soon as he sees Joshua, Asran greets him by bending his waist at 90 degrees.

I don’t understand why a strange person suddenly appears, but Pia looks at Lydia, confused at the sight of the monstrous guy saying hello, but she doesn’t know either.

Cale, who always assists Joshua, was holding an umbrella for him with a tired expression, and then a lady who does not fit in here walks with an umbrella.

She is a beautiful woman dressed up as if she is going to a banquet at the court.

“No, it’s not a trap. I just stopped by because I had some work to do.”

“……”

Beautiful golden eyes stare at him.

As the flesh spurts out little by little, Joshua speaks quickly.

“You’re no loss either, hey hey, hey. Those two. Those are my disciples.”

At the word disciple, the woman sees Zeroa and Aslan.

Different from when he glared at Joshua, his eyes were soft. As if seeing her child after a long time, Asran panics at the warm eyes and meets Zeroa’s eyes.

“Are you talking about the… Rai instructor?”

“I guess so…”

“Look- we didn’t come, jiin- it was a dangerous situation. It’s not a trap.”

“Shut up.”

At the woman’s words, Joshua shuts her mouth, but folds her hands into a mouth shape and touches them.

She ignores him and the woman steps forward and enters the mana membrane. She folds her umbrella and stares at Zero A and Aslan.

“Oh, hello…”

“Hello.”

When Zeroa greeted awkwardly, the woman answered quietly.

It’s a soft and beautiful voice unlike what he used to say to Joshua.

When Joshua stretches her words out behind her, “Ah nuong”, Cale stabs her in the side to stop.

Aslan’s eye was more on her clothes than on the woman staring closely at her.

There was a thin film of mana on the outside of the gorgeous dress.

Any warrior with some skill can shed mana to strengthen armor.

However, since it consumes a lot of mana, use it in a hurry when you are about to be attacked.

This mysterious woman was wearing mana just because she didn’t want to get caught in the rain.

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As she meets her gaze with a woman who has no idea how strong she is, the high priest exclaims.

“Who are you? How did you break through the black dreum?!”

“Mr. Pailo. Could you be quiet for a bit? It’s a bit emotional right now.”

The high priest stutters in embarrassment at the words of Joshua, who was talking about the moving scene behind him.

“Uh, how… My name…”

“That’s right, I was checking you all. Did you really think you wouldn’t know? For a person who worships evil spirits, you’re more innocent than I thought. I thought you guys would guide me to the hidden church, so I left it alone… Well, that’s a pity.”

At Joshua’s words, the high priest exclaimed in disbelief.

“Don’t talk nonsense! Do these worms dare to talk nonsense!”

“Noisy. Do you need that?”

Joshua shakes her head when the woman returns with a nonchalant expression and asks if her shrill voice bothers her.

“No, it’s useless now. Can you take care of it? Then thank you.”

“What are you doing?! Those naughty things…”

The words of the high-ranking priest could not be followed.

Pausing in his speech, he feels something strange and slowly touches it to his forehead and looks at his hand.

It’s raining blood, but it’s completely different from that: warm and vivid blood.

With an expression of disbelief, the high priest fell backwards.

“……”

It was a quick thrust that even Aslan in front of him couldn’t react to.

It was a light movement, like shaking off a folded umbrella, but it was fast enough that no one in the room could respond except for Joshua, and it was powerful enough to pierce the forehead of a distant high priest.

“Anything else?”

“I don’t need it.”

Joshua responds with her nice but somehow cruel smile, and the woman pulls out her thick-bladed halberd out of the empty air.

Zeroa’s eyes widen at the absurd technique, but she is more startled and astonished at the next scene.

A single swing that draws a circle.

Then, the waists of all the cultists in the vicinity are cut in half and fall down.

“Kyaaak-“

Her sudden inferno frightens her Pia and screams at her uncharacteristically, but Zeroa, who has seen a similar sight, looks blankly at her.

It’s the technique that brought me to Rai.

‘No, it’s different…’

Similar but different.

Rye cleared the space, but the halberd that stretched past swept past as if the attack was a rubber band.

It was amazing that the number of hard halberds increased, but it was even more amazing that only the pagans slashed past them, although there were definitely other people in the attack range.

“Hey, why are you attacking me too? I almost looked around.”

“Yeah, sorry.”

When Joshua, who took out her sword and stopped her, let out a small sigh as if she felt sorry for the woman.

Joshua, who flicked her wrist, smiled brightly and introduced her woman.

“Greetings, this is Mr. Lai’s ex, Melanie.”

“I’m not your ex.”

“The hanging side usually says that.”

It didn’t suit the conversation against the background of the horrific scene, but Aslan and Zeroa didn’t care about that.