I Became a Childhood Friend With the Villainous Saintess - Chapter 207



207 – Baal (4)

Every religious denomination in this world has a saint or a saintess.

And most of the religious orders select excellent paladins and appoint them as guardians to protect the religious order.

This configuration is so widespread that it could be considered common… … but in fact, the specific configuration differed slightly from denomination to denomination.

For example, war does not elect saints or protectors.

It is a structure in which the greatest warrior becomes a saint and holds two positions.

Conversely, faith elects only saints, and the guardians are limited to the role of escorting saints.

Instead, there were separate ‘enlightenment views’ that created fanatics in the faith.

The firepower of the Lobelia Order came primarily from their own hands.

Compared to that, Hebras was a fairly ordinary and standard-structured religious order.

What was unique was the individual Nana Sirien, and the structure of the sect itself was nothing special.

Almost everyone, including the believers, knew this.

That wasn’t really the case.

“hmm…….”

My sword touched for the first time.

At a point where I couldn’t even count how many times I had died.

Instead of red blood, the divine presence of rest was sprinkled from Edwin’s body.

They didn’t stop each other.

My greatsword was swung much more roughly than usual, and at some point a battle broke out between me and Edwin.

Edwin didn’t tell me anything else either.

Now I had to focus a little more on this feeling.

All senses were sharpened. The well-refined murderous intent spread its wings without hesitation, riding on the power of magic.

Edwin tried to confuse my vision by using his unique teleportation skills indiscriminately.

What was unreadable is now readable.

I also felt like I knew how to coordinate my will and my sword.

Soon my sword took one of Edwin’s arms.

A gambler who took quite a bit of risk.

It may be said that it overturned my weakness, but a valid hit was still a valid hit.

“… … Good. There’s still time, so let’s try a little more. Is that okay?”

“Yes. Let’s do it until we can.”

What made Hebras different from other sects was the existence of a sanctuary.

The Guardian who died a long time ago. The land that Edwin protected.

The divinity of death that Hybras possesses makes the election of a saint or a saint difficult.

Even now, Sirien’s constitution is special, so they can only endure, but we cannot guarantee what will happen to our next generation.

The structure of the Sabbath Church is such that its influence will inevitably decline at some point.

The sanctuary we experienced was a self-help measure and lifeline that Hebras had created.

To protect such a sanctuary, Hebras made a contract with Edwin.

It was a contract to borrow more of Hybras’ power while alive, but to wake up from rest after death and protect the sanctuary.

To put it bluntly, it was a contract of advance payment under the premise that one would work after death.

The leisure that came from mixing swords for a long time.

In a confrontational situation, I asked what I was curious about.

“But, can you keep this a secret from Sirien?”

“I can hide it, but you can’t.”

“yes?”

“You’re trying to replace my contract to fight Baal. Then the saintess will see you fight, and she’ll naturally notice something different. Rather, it would be a problem if there were no noticeable changes.”

It was a correct answer.

It seemed that even if I didn’t know about other people, I couldn’t fool Sirien.

In fact, this is an arbitrary decision made without any consultation with Sirien.

It seemed like I was going to have to listen to a lot of nagging after Sirien got better.

“Ugh. Well, it’s already spilled milk.”

Anyway, now was the time to focus a little more on the sword.

I don’t even remember how many times I’ve died, and by the time Edwin’s deaths were counted, it had become meaningless to count them.

I signed with Hebras.

* * *

The time Barbatos gave us was not very long.

The information was brought by a messenger infiltrated by the wizards.

Although Barbatos did quite well while absorbing Gamigin, it seems it wasn’t enough.

The mighty Demon King suffered such a crushing defeat that he barely managed to escape with just one body.

The wizards speculated that it was an unprecedentedly fatal wound.

It looks like I’ll have to recover for quite some time, both from this battle and from the future.

Barbatos recovered slowly compared to other Demon Kings, so it seemed difficult to expect the same opportunity in the future.

Fortunately, Sirien has fully recovered.

Just as they said it would be okay, there were no aftereffects.

On the other battlefield, Karzan and the Golden Duke are running wild.

Now that we have some free time thanks to Barbatos’s messing around, all that’s left is to really defeat Baal.

Sirien decided to aim for a short decisive battle before the attrition of our allies, including myself, increases further.

It seemed like he was watching me closely to see if I had changed anything… …but he had no intention of saying anything until I asked.

“Coming.”

“I heard you drove Barbatos half-dead. Somehow, his momentum has grown even stronger.”

“They probably decided not to look too far ahead either. If we lose here, the empire will end up likewise.”

Dersian swallowed his tension.

He is the swordsman in the Empire who knows the fear of Barbatos the best.

It was only natural that the two saints, despite receiving support from the Knights Templar, had almost lost their heads countless times.

It must have felt real to see that even Barbatos was defeated.

This time, I was the one who had to take the lead.

I leaped one beat faster than Baal.

“Let’s finish it this time.”

In the fight against Baal, the presence of other soldiers or demons was virtually meaningless.

The entire space was engulfed in darkness.

The encroached space silently erased life, and sometimes, when it turned pure white, it seethed with a terrible heat.

Humans. Demons. Rocks. Sand. Nothing was an exception.

Sirien ordered her troops to retreat, and Baal simply attacked us.

The demons fled without orders only after hundreds had been killed by Baal.

“It’s always been the dogs of Hybras that have been holding me back. This time it’s no different.”

“Aren’t you always doing something so bad that Hybras has to deal with it?”

A greatsword clashing with a shield.

The sensation at his fingertips was still tingly, but this time Baal had to take a step back.

As Edwin said, what I lacked was not strength or destructive power.

The problem was the way he used his power. Baal’s power was not only that of a demon, but also that of a dark god and a time god.

My sword instinctively tried to devour the enemy’s power, so in effect, it was a human attempting to devour a god.

Divinity is something that does not easily disappear even after the main body, God, dies.

Baal had been swinging the dark divinity around for a long time without being able to consume it, so it was only natural that my sword energy could not withstand it.

Moreover, consuming the opponent’s sword energy – a method that has long since become unnecessary.

Even without doing such a thing, my murderous intent was sharp enough.

It’s coming. Space and time are twisted around on their own.

Hybras tore the distorted flow within me.

Baal’s attempt was in vain, and I attempted to attack during the gap.

“… … Ha. Seriously, this is so annoying.”

If something doesn’t work once, don’t try again.

Baal also had the same unwritten rule when dealing with strong opponents.

Instead of twisting fate again, Baal drew upon Asher’s divinity and dyed his armor white.

The black aura he held shone brightly, as if it could illuminate the deep darkness.

The majesty that Baal displayed in the mythical age was not the result of borrowing power from others.

The shortsword’s characteristically fast and precise attack. The blade and kite shield pressed against me as if they were one organism.

The ceaseless back and forth between the sanctuaries of Hybras has been rekindled.

Baal, who carried the divine power, was stronger than Edwin, but I was not alone now.

“I’ll stop it! Please, Isha-san!”

“I was already here.”

Your most annoying enemy has become your ally.

In the original, the tragic man and woman who had to kill each other showed fantastic chemistry, and Sirien provided exquisite support, as if scratching an itch with her s*xual skills.

It felt like she was pushing my back.

The moment Siren’s divinity infused my blade, I removed one hand from the greatsword.

A red aura formed into the shape of a sword from his empty left hand.

The red blade left a long scar on Baal’s shield.

Baal cried out through his teeth.

“Do you know… how long I’ve waited! This eternity cannot end here.”

“What do you know? Your saint asked me to stop you.”

“Don’t you dare open your mouth!”

Intensifying attacks.

I grabbed the greatsword with both hands again and blocked Baal’s attack.

When it became difficult to hold on, Dersian came out and switched positions.

Attacks with emotion are much more brutal than usual.

But extreme aggression easily exposes vulnerabilities.

The Saint of Time. She has been sharpening her blade to avenge Aisha, so naturally, Baal’s Curse had to be Aisha.

And now.

Deep within Sirien’s divinity lies the power of the Saint of Time.

The well-refined murderous intent gathered at the tip of the sword and cut through the darkness.

A long wound ran from Baal’s shoulder to his side.

Although it was a little shallow, a crack was forming in the giant mountain called Baal.