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84 – The Devil’s Tremor

A human and a demon stood facing each other. Xenia Sibelov, watching from behind, felt terribly helpless.

A battle between John, the special priest of the Church of the Sun, and Saru, the demon of Angra Mainyu.

There is nothing he can do in the duel that deserves to be recorded in human history.

The devil’s curse binds the body like shackles and penetrates the mind. Far from helping Johan in battle, Xenia had to spend most of her energy trying to stay sane.

There is only one thing she can do now.

All he could do was pray to the Lord so that John could gain victory over the evils of Angra Mainyu.

-The heinous servant of God. Rejoice. Because you can go to the side of the b*tch you want to meet so much!

Saruwa, possessing the body of Colin Jauss, shouted in a mad voice. The voice that rang in the eardrums was indeed the voice of the devil. It’s a voice that will split your mind just by hearing it. It also meant that his fighting posture was at its peak.

“Priest special agent! Be careful!”

It’s not helpful at all, but Xenia had no choice but to shout.

An old chapel that has been neglected for a long time and seems to contain a fallen god.

The emptiness of this chapel, which became a battleground between one human and one devil, disappears with a word from Saru. What filled that void were dozens, hundreds, no, perhaps thousands of Sarwas.

‘Is it an alter ego!?’

Xenia’s reason almost collapsed at the appearance of an absurd number of demons. A similar number to the monsters of injustice that we dealt with while walking through the empty darkness a while ago.

However, an incomparably strong enemy oppresses with the same number as the insignificant junk mob, the Unholy Monster. The urge to dismiss the reality in front of her as a nightmare only with visual pressure fills her head.

No matter how many times Zenia had an advantageous [Characteristic], There was no way in this situation. Even if her body is in perfect condition.

“Are you trying to make up for what you lack with head count?”

However, John, who is at the center of the pressure, is ignorant. Even though the ring of will he possessed used up its durability and shattered with a ‘crisp!’ Sound, the smile on John’s lips showed no sign of fading.

-Do you think it’s a hallucination or an alter ego? Well, think whatever you like. Because regret is always late.

Everybody has real physical power.

Xenia felt intuition that Saruwa’s words were not bluffing. What on earth was John thinking that he could smile like that at a monster like that?

‘Lord… ! Please look down on us!’

Unable to bear it, Xenia closed her eyes and lowered her head. The best she could do was this.

-The skit is over. God’s Hound. Die cursing the God you love so much.

Thousands of Saruwa stretched out their hands toward John in unison. A mass of mana filled with negative power manifests from their hands. It is to fire a magic cannon.

It’s a terribly primitive technique, but if this amount is accumulated, it will exert power comparable to that of Archmage level great magic. So, that feeble creature will disappear without a trace.

The moment I thought so.

“Snake Ending.”

John’s dagger flew through the air.

—

To Saruwa, the demon of oppression, humans were toys. They were pieces on the roto chess board, puppets serving as soldiers between the great devil and the abominable god.

A demon is attacked by a human?

This is impossible. Even if such a thing happens, it is not a miracle created by human greatness. Behind the scenes of humans, the breath of abominable gods has come in to hinder their great plans. Humans didn’t know that, and congratulated themselves for defeating the giant with their own will. It was a funny thing for a demon like Saruwa.

To Saruwa, the person in front of him, John, was the epitome of such a foolish person. The fact that he was a special priest of the Church of the Sun didn’t matter much.

No matter how special priest he is, he is one of the six demons who serve the Great One. Even this place is a black magic circle that can be called the realm of evil. No matter how he thought about it, there was no possibility that he would be defeated. Even if it is an incomplete advent.

Even Saruwa wasn’t even vigilant. The skill he used was the ‘Feast of All Evil’.

It was his ultimate move to summon and attack a real alter ego. Saruwa is said to be more powerful than other demons, but that was only if he did not use the sacrament of evil. Saruwa, who used this skill, boasted the highest level of power among demons.

All possibilities are telling. This fight is his victory.

That stupid creature still smiles because it doesn’t understand the situation.

Obviously, yes. No, obviously, it had to be. But why….

“Snake Ending.”

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[Level 2]: Throws mana into a throwing weapon and throws it at the enemy. The weapon automatically identifies the target’s weakness and attacks the target. Power increases in proportion to the target’s lost HP, and can increase power by up to 200%. Power increases up to 500% against enemies with activated weaknesses.

Power: Throwing weapon power + 30 + (10 * 2) + (Agility * 1.5)

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John’s dagger flew through the air as if dancing. Saruwa’s abrasion has a slight delay before casting. That’s why it’s inevitable to allow the opponent’s attack one shot.

There is no problem. One out of hundreds of thousands of clones being shot down doesn’t have the slightest impact on reversing the outcome. To Saruwa, Yohan’s attack this time was nothing more than a cute outburst on his part.

Until he realized that the attack was directed at his ‘body’.

-!?

The sacrament of evil.

It is definitely a skill that creates an alter ego that exists in reality. In other words, all of his alter egos have the same physical characteristics as his main body.

However, this skill has a weakness. That is, while the alter ego copies the physical characteristics of the main body in real time, it also copies the ‘damage’ the main body receives. In other words, a blow to the main body becomes a blow to the alter ego.

However, the reverse does not hold.

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Saruwa never considered this a weakness. The number of clones he creates when he uses Sacrament of Evil is at least in the hundreds, and usually in the thousands.

Among such an enormous number, I have never met a single opponent who covers the body and strikes. Even if it was the special priest of the Church of the Sun, the enemy who saw Saruwa’s skill could not escape death.

– What nonsense is this!?

But now, something he had never experienced before happened before his eyes.

Shhh!

John’s knife was a viper. He aimed precisely at the main body of Saruwa, who had congratulated himself on his victory in advance with a sinister grin among thousands of clones. The ghost’s dagger, which passed through numerous clones with a snake-like maneuver, scattered his body with power that was even more intimidating than Sarwa’s, tearing his body apart.

-Quaaagh!

The shock of burning the soul is transmitted to Saruwa through the descending body. It was an unimaginable pain.

Saruwa’s many alter egos that filled the ruined chapel disappear all at once. Because of the damage transferred from her body, her skills were broken.

“The Supper of All Evil.”

Yohan looked at Saruwa and slowly opened his mouth.

“Skill cost is half of physical strength. It was a bad choice against me. The snake ending can give you additional damage proportional to your lost health.”

Not only that. Can deal 500% additional damage against enemies with active weaknesses. While preparing the hemp cloth, Saruwa showed a gap for a moment.

Blindly believing in the sacrament of all evils, he made himself the most desirable prey for poisonous snakes.

– You bastard! How!? How can I… !?

Is information leaked?

Then where?

Saruwa, who always brought confusion to humans, became the one who fell into confusion. This was the first experience in his long and long life.

“It’s a secret.”

John brought his index finger to his mouth and smiled. It’s an obvious laugh. Saruwa felt fear rather than anger.

Author, what is your identity?

Has anyone ever been able to fight so leisurely against the most loyal servants of a great evil?

No. There has never been such a dangerous enemy.

That John was a very heterogeneous enemy. Saruwa could read something different from faith in the eyes of that John. A smile crept across his lips.

His face is covered with a smile peculiar to humans, not gratitude for the miracle that was manifested in front of his eyes, but rejoicing that everything went the way he wanted.

Saruwa felt afraid. This was the first time I felt fear of a human being rather than a god. Strangely, she didn’t feel humiliated. More than humiliation, the thought of killing the author far preceded it.

You have to kill it.

You must kill it.

If you don’t kill him here, disaster will surely come.

It is not simply a leisurely disaster that the manifestation of great evil is delayed. Perhaps, that human might annihilate the great evil.

-Neonooohm! You must die here!

Saruwa made up his mind. He descends as a true god, not as an imperfect descendant by borrowing a body sacrificed. It was possible because this place was a trick of the black magic circle.

Of course, at the cost of Advent, the magic circle will be damaged to such an extent that it cannot be recycled, and it will take a toll on your true body…. It was an acceptable damage. That is, if the author could be destroyed.

“Oh ho. Jinshin Advent.”

John still laughed.

“You write foul play. So, I guess I should back off. It means that it will be over in a matter of seconds.”

A strange thing happened again. The advent of Jinshin with Saruwa was not originally an original scenario. It’s Yohan who didn’t want to make a surprise if possible….

‘Dogs are fun!’

As expected, he was a die-hard gamer, so he shuddered at the new scenario he had never encountered before.