Chapter 155 - 155. Zagoras and Ekis (Complete)

A knight of a saint who left the saint without a weapon and left.

Her minions in Zagoras, not as demons able to cope with her divine power, were charging at her.

In the end, Bernice, whose expression was motionless, moves just before their questionable attack arrives.

First, a sword entered her throat.

ㅡ Chaeyoung!

Bernice lightly struck the sword with the back of her hand.

Clearly, Bernice's hands were in a state where their immaculate skin was exposed and not covered with any sheet metal, but a clear sound rang out as if hard metals were colliding.

"Uh...?"

The field of view of the member who had thrust the sword is turned upside down.

ㅡKeying!!

ㅡChaeng!!

Bernice parried all subsequent attacks.

It was the same for the other members that the view was turned upside down.

With a simple counterattack, the four knights were knocked to the ground in an instant.

They were dumbfounded and unable to speak.

Only then did she understand why Innes had not protected her.

The saintess was not weak in close combat.

So she didn't have to keep it.

The ability to lightly parry a sword that is not blunt or a sword that contains mana with the back of the hand.

A skill that strengthens the body with divine power.

Strengthening the body with mana was a simple skill that even a five-year-old child with more talent than his peers could do, but divine power was a different story.

Divine power is borrowing the power of a god.

It is said that the body is strengthened with the power of God, not the mana that has been in the body since birth.

Body strengthening by divine power belonged to a category different from general body strengthening.

And there were those who studied only this technology separately in the Holy Land. They didn't need any weapons.

One of the members who fell to the floor, screaming in pain, knew the name of this technique.

"Divine Mutu...?"

A martial art that is said to have few successors, as it is difficult to even reach the level of strengthening the body with divine power.

For a saintess who knew how to fight, this was unprecedented even in the history of the Holy Kingdom.

Bernice was a person whom Heneris identified as a saint after the previous saint died in the war.

Faith is right, and a flawless character is also what a saint should have.

However, Bernice had a big difference from other saints and women.

She was able to cope with what would happen after the war, and in a way, she had qualities similar to the saintess of the time when she had a party with the former hero Leon.

Bernice was gifted with her flair for combat.

After becoming a saint, she reached the stage where she fully realized the 'sacred martial art', which was said to be a very difficult and arduous path to learn.

For that reason, her master, who taught her her divine martial arts, hates her.

Her actor was Bernice, who had heard harsh words such as 'a bad guy' on the way, but to her, who could tell the difference between lies and truth, her shyness was only heard as an expression of her master's affection.

The members lying on the floor quietly put down their weapons.

It meant surrender and gave up.

How could he deal with a saintess who had learned divine martial arts?

'Still, the saintess doesn't kill humans. If she's unlucky, she'll be executed, but...'

No matter how much it was, the members who kept thinking that prison is better than immediate death.

"..."

There was still anger in Bernice's pink eyes as she looked down at them, but since she couldn't lie, she was used to hiding her negative feelings, so they couldn't even dream of it.

Bernice then shakes off her hand and opens her mouth.

"Humans are not harmed by divine power. Even so, a 'saint' will not kill a 'human'. She must have rushed at me after hearing something like that, right?"

""...""

Bernice was looking through them.

She was quick to discern her intentions in people's actions.

There is also the virtue of the authority given by her main god, and there is also the fact that Bernice herself had a good sense of her original body.

'Zeto' would be the only human that Bernice could not grasp properly.

"You understood it well. I do not kill humans with my own hands. It is a body that was fortunately chosen by the Lord God. But how can I use this body to take the life of a human being, the Lord God's creation?"

At the saintess' continued words, one of the members who had fallen on the floor, who hadn't noticed before, let out a sigh of relief.

Bernice smiled at her, not caring about this.

Because that was the reaction she wanted.

Then she let out a sigh of relief and moved in front of her troupe.

"..."

It was at that moment when he was about to open his mouth in a shameless voice, wondering if he should at least apologize.

Bernice slams his fist at once, crushing his helmet.

ㅡ Kkwak!!!

The hard golden helmet makes a strange sound as if soft tofu is being crushed.

In fact, his head, which was inside the helmet, was completely crushed, and blood splattered through the eye sockets of the helmet.

"...But I can't see 'humans'. You guys are just trash who sold their souls to demons, aren't they quite far from 'humans'?"

Bernice said, indifferently raising his fist, which was dripping with blood.

She took away from them the vain hope of ever living.

The hopes of this world were lost by them, so it was a process of reminding them in reverse.

Bernice slowly and steadily cleaned up the 'garbage' on the floor.

ㅡ Kkwakdeuk!!

The last pitch was crushed without much resistance, and Bernice wiped the blood off his face.

Then she turned her head to see Innes fighting Zagoras on the other side of her.

'Ines aside, why Delion?'

Bernice has such a question because it was clearly visible that both of them were doing in moderation.

Zagoras was not showing his power.

To be precise, it was saving power.

As he kept his eyes on Saint Bernice while they were facing each other with her swords, he saw her subordinate dying in her eyes and came to the thought that an all-out war with her would be inevitable.

'Yes, is this not even a human? It's not unreasonable to feel that way.'

Yes.

The saintess of the previous era was nothing more than the number of gambles she bet based on the weakness of her body.

It was impossible to come up with a strategy that could perfectly cope with the catastrophe that struck her without warning in such a short time.

Seeing that Bernice was approaching her stride, Zagoras stopped swinging her sword.

Ines, who had been fighting him, also lowered his sword in response.

"...It ends up like this."

With Innes tilting his head in front of him, Zagoras murmured.

There were no regrets.

He had no regrets.

It was Zagoras' best, and now the time has come to gamble with his life.

Zagoras threw away the sword in his hand as if he were lightly clearing out a pile of luggage.

His actions made the knights 'surrender?' I thought about it, but Inez was able to understand the intention.

"You bastard, you weren't a prosecutor after all."

"Is it obvious? It's the result of hard training for several years. I'm upset."

"I was doubting the level of the Kingdom of Terrasia for a while due to poor swordsmanship."

"No, unfortunately, Terrasia is at a terrible level, except for a few. It seems that even some of them are hiding their fangs so that noble idiots don't notice."

"You're an eccentric guy. Well, looking at you, I don't think there's anything wrong with that statement..."

Around the time Innes and Zagoras are having such a conversation, Bernice joins them.

"...It's very late. I'm sorry."

Bernice's voice followed immediately.

It was neither directed at Innes nor toward Zagoras.

It was an apology for Zagoras, who had already become a demon trapped in the black horn, to those who took his life.

Bernice closed her eyes for a moment and prayed in their honor.

She catches her breath and opens her eyes.

"What's your name?"

Bernice's eyes changed dramatically, and she no longer tried to hide her emotions.

In response to her bizarre question of what her name was, a kaleidoscope suddenly flashed in front of Zagoras' eyes.

Zagoras looked back on his life, albeit faintly.

Bernice said she wasn't looking for Delion.

He was referring to the demon, Zagoras.

'Just by scattering lives...'

Zagoras sensed his own end.

There was no such thing as an all-out war from the start.

There was a stark difference in class between Bernice and Zagoras, to the extent that even such a simple thing could not be hoped for.

The corner of his mouth went up in his mind that was absurd, and Lars replied.

"It's Zagoras. Remember. Killing you bitch...!"

I, Zagoras, will survive.

I was about to make that declaration.

Then I wanted to be able to do it.

"Sacred Martial Arts Type 13..."

However, as soon as he heard her name, Bernice, who cut off Lars's words after sleeping as if his business was over, murmured softly and took a deep breath.

ㅡpain!

Then, the sound of breaking air pierces her ears, and Bernice disappears from Zagoras' sight for an instant.

Zago Ras, who had spread a protective shield on top of each other with magic, doubted his eyes.

It was because Bernice's hand, which had been visible for a brief moment, was lightly tearing through his protective shield.

ㅡKudeuk.

With the strange sound of something falling apart.

"...Condemned."

Bernice's low-pitched voice tied a knot.

Zagoras' severed head was clutched in her hand.

She hung up

The sins that Zagoras had committed were cut off his head.

No one dared to call Rath a weakling, the one whose head had been ripped off in an instant, to the point of feeling quite futile.

It's just that his opponent, the quality of the crime he committed was quite poor.

Could this have been atonement?

Bernice, looking at Zagoras' face stained with astonishment, didn't think so.

At first, he simply thought of relieving the burden of To, because his role was to kill his demons.

That's why it only reached Zagoras.

Thinking that if Jeto hadn't been there, she would have passed away without even knowing that such a terrible thing was happening, she thought that maybe she would need repentance.

Bernice was only God's representative.

Not perfect.

Not omnipotent

She was well aware of this, but was not satisfied.

Because she was such a Bernice, she was able to become a saint.

After the situation was completely settled, Bernice, who was staring at Zagoras's neck among the members who were collecting the corpses, said "Ah." She makes a noise and pulls something of her out of her arms.

It was a small, round, translucent color, no different than a portable crystal ball.

"...Are you supposed to be sleeping, aren't you... Aren't you supposed to be sleeping?"

For some reason, it seemed that if I contacted Jeto now, I would hear his voice right away.

'I told you to rest... But I don't think that's the case...'

But it ended quickly, and I'm glad I can still expect to hear his voice.

Bernice, who tapped the crystal ball and drew Zeto in her head, smiled lightly.