Raising the Saint of the Evil God in the Novel - Chapter 45



45 – Chapter 45 – Part 1 Complete

Destroy, crush.

Only an endless act of destruction lingered on the path of the Black Mist and began to leave an echo.

A series of savage disasters that kill if alive and destroy if dead.

The only ones safe from the disaster were Adela, who was bleeding with one of her arms blown off, and Ethan, who stood in front of such Adela.

Of course, this only happened because of the evil spirit’s will, but it absolutely did not mean that Illyana was controlling the fog.

On the contrary, it was more effective because of that.

Not being able to control means not being restrained.

Everything has its power when unrestrained.

Iliana noticed him too.

Illyana was appreciative of this immense power, yet hesitant and fearful.

What Illyana eventually decided was to cling to the evil spirit.

“O Almighty and All-Knowing One… Please delay taking their lives, please, please, just this once, grant my wish…”

Of course, that didn’t change anything.

The fog was already something that even the evil spirits couldn’t control.

Filling the dam with water is easy.

But it is impossible to stop the water flowing from the collapsed dam.

How do you stop thousands of tons of water?

But, at least a little bit, the evil god was playing its part.

Otherwise, all objects, including Illyana, would have already been torn to pieces.

The fog that is now being released into the world is a stream of water flowing through the cracks in your hands. It was nothing more and nothing less.

It wasn’t just bricks and small bugs being crushed by the fog.

As soon as the fog touched the optic nerves, they became a red liquid and scattered in all directions.

But even that small movement is swallowed up by the fog and disappears.

The fog that had been advancing while devouring the optic nerve finally reached a new object.

“ㅡ———–!”

Unintelligible screaming.

It was the death of a god.

What happened immediately after that was bizarre.

A white beam of light in the form of two angels holding hands began to ascend from the divine object into the sky.

This proved that the original plate of the artificial god was a tool of the heavenly gods.

Shortly after that, the angel’s wings turned into rotten flesh, and the face of the angel, who would have admired its beauty if anyone saw it, was instantly left with only a skeleton.

This meant that the tool of the celestial god had been corrupted by the followers of the evil god.

Ah.

What is beauty?

What is ugliness?

No matter what they were called, the end of the divine object could be said to be both beautiful and ugly.

When a storyteller tells this story, he will surely give it the title ‘Liberation of the Fallen Angel’.

The runaway fog, which seemed to never end, calmed down only after it blew away all the thick ground that made it possible to call the underground underground.

And what was left was the ground with dark energy creeping up, and three people standing on it.

The sunlight that should have poured pleasantly turned into a bizarre blue light.

The cool wind that should have greeted the warriors who returned from the sultry basement has turned into a wind that lingers with an unpleasant smell.

People say that this is the Devil’s Land.

Yes.

Magic.

It was the birth of a new demonic world.

The Devil’s Land is a place where countless enemies exist, and most people don’t even dare to step into it.

Then, if this place is the Devil’s Land, then there must be something.

A lot of enemies.

“Kreuk, Kreuk.”

-Taktak

The sound of teeth clashing against each other.

A growl made by a beast as if it were displeased.

But the dead beast was originally a living human, so this was the chaos.

“Ugh… This…”

“Yeah… It’s the same as back then.”

Of course, it was a power that was on a different level from the real great chaos, but this was what Adela and Edan originally experienced.

I can’t even call it chaos…

Just chaos.

“hahahaha…Yes. I’m missing one of my arms, and I’ve grown. Ethan, you’ve run out of mana, but you have tools and sense. The balance is good.”

After saying that, Adela smiled and held her spear, which would normally have been held with her right arm and supported with her left arm, inserted into her side and somehow lifted it up.

“Whoa… What’s better than having a good balance… To a wizard, magic is the alpha and omega…”

Ethan, who held the gauntlet in her right hand accordingly, pulled her fist and said.

“But, since there are martial arts, the balance is somehow right.”

The two of them moved to Illyana, who was sitting back to back and holding her breath.

“Kid. Can it happen?”

“Yes, yes… I can.”

“Then let’s run away as much as possible. He may have died by the end, but I’ll have to try going. Tsk. What kind of final outburst is this?”

Illyana jumped up and stood up with her back to back.

On Illyana’s shoulder was Noctua, a gift from Phryxia, and a mace was in her hand.

“Let’s go. Whoa… Me too, I will fight.”

“Are you okay? Didn’t you use all your strength to break it?”

“It’s okay. Let’s go There is no time.”

It was as he said.

The dead beasts were closing the siege every minute, so the remaining time was getting shorter and faster.

Enemy behind.

Enemy ahead.

Enemy sideways.

Then there is only one thing left.

“Then clear the road towards the wagon as quickly as possible. Whoa… don’t die.”

“I will not die. Bind your arms.”

“Yes…”

Illyana’s voice tinged with guilt.

That’s right, she couldn’t help it.

Because she thought it was her own fault for not being able to control her old and new ways to create this division.

In fact, she had many, many other things to blame herself for.

‘It wasn’t entangled from the beginning. It’s just, she should’ve just walked around by herself.’

‘If I hadn’t followed you, wouldn’t it have been like this? Didn’t the two of them get rid of that evil thing and come back unscathed with a smile?’

‘Ah… after all, is this also what he wants? Is it a punishment for my wrongdoing?’

What if becomes perhaps, and perhaps becomes clear, solidifying that regret.

But regret wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

Because humans have always found answers from regret.

For Illyana, that regret was the driving force that made her focus on getting through the present.

‘I can’t make them both die. I don’t want to regret even this moment!’

“Let’s go!”

With Adela’s cry, the three young people started to rush.

Adela’s speed slowed down due to her injury, but Adela was the only one who used her body in earnest in the first place, so the speed of the three was somehow adjusted.

The spear held in Adela’s right hand and tucked into her armpit could no longer be stabbed, and she could only wield it.

It was fine though.

The mace took care of the enemy that the spear couldn’t solve.

However, such a mace could not deal with all enemies due to Illyana’s lack of strength, no matter how much support she had.

It was fine though.

Ethan’s gauntlet shattered the enemies on the verge of being completely attached.

A liquid I don’t know what it is, squeezes through my lips and invades my mouth.

My eyes were often blinded by the black mist.

Ears are not functioning properly due to dead beasts croaking incessantly.

My nose was already filled with a fishy, disgusting smell.

Nevertheless, the three of them moved forward.

How much did you have to constantly move forward, leaving a span of space when you were feeling relaxed and a word of a finger when you were having a hard time?

A positive sign was finally seen in the eyes of the three people.

“It’s grass!”

A non-trivial green weed.

It felt more precious to them than the oasis they found in the desert.

-Peruk

Just when Illyana’s mace cut down a beast.

-Hwaak

Nature unfolded before the eyes of the three.

Refreshing nature as it is, not painted over with dark colors.

What that meant was self-evident.

“Run!”

It means that we have finally escaped that hellish siege,

The fact that the grass was not contaminated meant that the horse was likely to be safe, so it could escape soon.

The three of them ran madly in front of the possibility of survival.

“Tele… Uh… Port!”

The magic stored in the gauntlet was long gone, so Ethan uttered a spell for the first time in a long time.

At the same time, Ethan landed on the driver’s seat.

There was only one thing left.

-Jaak

-Hee hee hee!

The sound of a leather whip hitting a horse’s hide.

The wagon started to speed up gradually.

“Quickly! Little bit more!”

When Ethan looked back, he saw a wave of black corpses and two people being chased by them.

The carriage was gradually increasing its speed, and the distance between them and the carriage was gradually decreasing.

“Run!”

Ethan’s cry.

Two people threw themselves into it.

“Ugh…”

“Wow!”

Two people arrived at the carriage as if toppling over.

Shortly after that, the wagon carrying the lives of three people began to move away from the waves.

The faces of the three people who checked him began to wriggle little by little.

But the wriggling was completely different from the wriggling of corpses.

“Puhahahahaha! Live! They broke the damn thing and survived!”

“Ha ha ha! That’s right!”

“Puch…”

The relief turned into laughter, and the laughter turned into sound and echoed through the carriage.

The carriage was running toward the sun with its back against the darkness like a sun chariot in mythology.