I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God v2 - Chapter 306

Finally, the wielded hammer smashed the skull and body of the legion commander to smithereens.

Of course, it wasn’t a strange thing for Berith to say after meeting again for the first time in a long time, but somehow I felt a sense of deep relief in her tone.

The youngest disciple of the evil god – Episode 306

Episode 306

[Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!]

The moment the legion commander’s skull shattered, a scream that couldn’t even be compared to before echoed throughout the cave.

It’s not that the instrument was the problem, but the voice itself was terrible and awkward. It was as if invisible, elongated fingers were scratching the inside of the skull.

I looked at Mir, suppressing the urge to tear my eardrums out.

After appearing so handsomely and wielding Mjölnir, Mir seemed to have lost consciousness as if it was his last blow.

Since it was so high, I wondered if he wouldn’t get hurt pretty badly if he just fell to the floor… at that moment, Arax Sad rushed out and caught the falling Mir.

That’s when it happened.

Paat!

Something small shot out of the broken skull and disappeared beyond the broken ceiling in an instant.

It was so fast that I couldn’t even identify its shape even after witnessing it with my own two eyes.

“Just now…?”

“……”

While Jack was bewildered, I first looked around the surroundings.

Everyone was covered in blood.

Most of them seemed to be on the verge of dying, let alone moving.

It was inevitable, given that the evil spirits were so thick and the fight was so fierce.

I swallowed a curse and forced myself to stand up.

My body, which had already reached its limits, screamed at me to let it rest…….

‘Let’s do just one more thing. This is really the last one.’

I consoled my body with the kind of rhetoric that a liar would often use… and then I realized that there was one monster who wouldn’t collapse even in this situation.

But coincidentally, that guy hadn’t been seen at all during the battle with the legion commander.

Is he dead? No way.

I asked Jack.

“By any chance, have you not seen a single heretic interrogator dressed as a nun?”

“If it’s Sister Razbet, she was dragged down here. I don’t know if she’s alive or dead.”

At that moment, the ground suddenly rose, and Berith emerged from beneath the pile of dirt.

Jack blinked at this sudden appearance, and I thought Berith’s bloodstained appearance looked like a ghost.

“Ah… brother, you’re safe after all.”

Berith, who saw me, smiled broadly.

‘You’re safe’…

‘Safe and sound’, huh…

Of course, it wasn’t a strange thing for Verita, whom I had reunited with after a long time, to say, but somehow I felt a sense of deep peace of mindin her tone.

I guess it’s just a guess, but it feels like this guy knew that I was in danger of dying?

Did he hear about my situation from a believer?

Anyway, Verita, who had risen to the ground, looked unusually tired.

Looking at that figure, I also had the natural impression that this guy gets tired too…

“What were you doing down there?”

“I fought the dead, including the priests.”

Priest.

I heard it from that guy.

“How many?”

“Well… I don’t know the time, but I think I knocked down about a thousand nine.”

Did you knock down a thousand corpses alone? I had no choice but to believe that this guy wouldn’t lie about something like this.

‘Somehow, his actions were a bit slow…’

It seems that there was a reason why the corps commander hit me several times because he had put considerable effort into eliminating Verita in the basement.

In other words, Verita would be the invisible greatest contributor to this corps commander’s subjugation.

“The cane was the Ontologyof the guy. Mir broke his skull, and at that moment, I saw something pop out of it and run away beyond the ceiling. I don’t know what it is, but I think I have to kill it.”

“It’s a parasitic demon. It may not have any power on its own, but if it parasitizes the body of another believer who is still alive, it could be annoying. I don’t know what’s beyond that ceiling, so let’s hurry.”

BAM.

At that moment, Verita collapsed from her seat.

“What are you doing?”

“Huh?”

Verita’s expression, which had been blank, frowned slightly.

“…I don’t have any strength in my body.”

Verita, who said so, seemed to be the most surprised by her own condition.

It feels like I’m experiencing this situation for the first time since I was born?

I looked at Verita, who was shaking her body with a blank expression, and suddenly looked again at the blood all over her body.

I didn’t think the blood was Verita’s.

There was too much of it to say that, and even if it had flowed, I thought that most of it was the blood of the enemy, and only a small part was Verita’s.

But come to think of it, Verita’s enemies were dead.

Of course, most rotten corpses do not bleed. Needless to say, if it’s a skeleton.

Of course, most rotting corpses don’t have flowing blood. Skeletons even less so.

That means all this blood is from Berith…

“Why aren’t you using divine power?”

Berith’s regenerative abilities are monstrous.

She can regenerate her body at an unbelievable speed, enough to make even a troll look cute. She even recovered her gouged-out eyeball in an instant.

It’s strange that such a person has lost so much blood. Normally, the wound would have closed up before any blood could even flow.

Could it be that she used up too much divine power and has hit rock bottom like my internal energy?

“Well…”

Berith made a slightly troubled expression, but when I stared at her in silence, she reluctantly opened her mouth slowly.

“My, Lord…”

She got that far, and then Berith’s head slowly drooped down.

“What? Hey. Ber, no. Sister Razvet?”

“……”

I could hear ragged breathing.

“I think she’s fainted.”

I know.

I responded only in my mind to Jack, who had been watching the situation.

It was ridiculous, but Berith had lost consciousness due to blood loss.

I couldn’t help but sigh.

Even the only person I could trust was in this state, and I didn’t have the luxury of wasting any more time.

“I’ll leave Sister Razvet to you.”

“What about you?”

“For now, I should give chase.”

“Can you even reach the ceiling?”

Jack asked, knowing that my physical condition wasn’t perfect.

I grinned and activated the power of the Crow Taker.

I can’t fly because I don’t have any internal energy, but I can float.

“Be careful. You’re the hero of this whole thing. I don’t want to lose you in a place like this.”

“Of course. My life is the most precious thing to me.”

Jack let out a hollow laugh at my response. He seemed to take it as a joke.

I’m being serious.

* * *

I stepped through the ceiling and quickly realized that this place was familiar.

The place where the ritual that Ramon and I had secretly peeked at was taking place… In other words, the place where Ymir’s Heart was.

Here, I was caught in that horrible blizzard and even lost my disguise as Ymir, which resulted in Ramon’s death.

To me, this was an unpleasant and annoying place.

The aftermath of the blizzard was still visible everywhere. The ground was frozen like an ice rink, and the corpses that were to be offered as sacrifices were frozen as well.

In the center of it all, I could see Ymir’s Heart, also frozen.

“……”

“…….”

It wasn’t a pleasant sight, this thing wriggling around on the ground with hundreds of legs.

There was no sign of life nearby, but the strangely harsh atmosphere created a sense of tension.

Could it be hiding in one of these corpses?

I approached the heart slowly, wary of the corpses, especially the cultists’ corpses.

Then suddenly, a thought occurred to me.

‘…The heart.’

The heart ( heart) is the core of the human body, the source of its power.

That was one of the reasons the cultists had occupied this place and turned it into an altar.

If they could claim Ymir’s heart as their own, they would be able to control the body of this giant frost giant as they pleased.

In that case, it would be dangerous.

I thought that the legion commander who had parasitized the heart could control Ymir at will.

Of course, that wouldn’t be their original purpose.

Ymir’s flesh would also have been an offering to the golden horn.

But what if the rampaging legion commander had forcibly parasitized Ymir as a desperate measure and moved its massive body?

Even if it wasn’t a complete parasite, a creature the size of Ymir would be a disaster just by moving.

‘Or it could go berserk…….’

Then the cult would achieve their goal regardless of the death of the priest, the annihilation of the cultists, or the death of the legion commander.

Was it because of the negative thoughts?

My pace quickened.

I almost ran, closing the distance to the heart with my creaking body.

That was when it happened.

Something black lunged at me from the right.

I instinctively drew my Seven Deadly Sins sword and swung it. Thwack, something like a liquid was splashed, and something that had been hit by the sword fell to the ground.

“……!”

What kind of creature is this?

It looked like a marten.

It had a long body with an absurd number of legs. However, its face was the hideously distorted face of an old man, with something like a demon’s horn growing out of it, and to top it off, it had no eyeballs.

Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.

This demonic marten gnashed its teeth.

Its teeth were also impressive.

It had hundreds of sharp, saw-like teeth.

It was creepy to think that it would tear into flesh with those teeth and then take control of the body.

[You.]

At that moment, the old man cackled.

[Were you scared just now?]

“Bullshit.”

I swung my Seven Deadly Sins sword down.

The marten, which had been clinging to me, dodged my attack by flipping over and landing on its back.

Thecentipededodgedmyattackbyrollingoveritsbellywhileclingingtome.

Anyway,Ihave nomeansofattackingthisguywhenheishidinginthedarkness.That’s becausethis is not a situation where I can use the Fire Eyes.

Thisguywriggleditshundreds oflegs in that state, which was not a very pretty sight.

“Gulp. Youlook a bit scary right now.”

Clackclackclackclackclack.

The sound of teeth chattering again.

Only then did I realize that the sound was the laughter of the centipede.

I hated to hear it anymore, so I held the sword hilt with both hands and stabbed it down.

Whetherit’s a demon or a centipede, if I pierce their head with this, they’ll die.

At that moment, the centipede rolled its body and dodged my attack with amazing agility.

[No way, the plan I’ve been preparing for so long… is going to be stopped…]

“……”

[But… not bad. This situation- I can still turn it around…]

“How.”

[That’s…]

At that moment, the centipede appeared as if it had fallen from the sky.

[Youuuuuuu-!]

IthrustthePunishmentSwordatthecentipedethatwasrushinginagain.

Instead of being flicked away, this guy wrapped himself around my sword and climbed up my arm like a snake flowing through a tree in an instant.

[What a wonderful body…! Perfect for my next host…!]

“This crazy bastard?”

Is he going to parasitize my body instead of Imir’s? That means running away to the ceiling was a fake to lure me in.

I got goosebumps from my spine and shook my arm violently, but this guy’s hundreds of legs were stuck in my forearm like hooks, and I couldn’t shake them off.

[I’ll eat well-!]

The moment the centipede’s teeth dug into my forearm with an eerie voice.

[…Crack?!]

This guy suddenly spat out blood and opened his eyes wide. Even so, since he didn’t have eyeballs, he looked even more hideous…

Thwack!

In the meantime, I pulled out the Yin-Yang Sword with my left hand and stabbed the blade into this guy’s forehead.

With a piercing scream, the centipede fell off my arm and disappeared back into the darkness.

Voices that seemed to be echoing from all sides came in succession.

[What is this…?]

[To still have this much resistance…]

[Yes… certainly those guys… are worth keeping an eye on…]

“……”

I thought it was a difficult task to have such a talkative guy approaching me so far.

Certainly, there is nothing as good as having a sense of weight.

I looked around with the Yin-Yang Sword and the Punishment Sword drawn.

Anyway, I have no means of attacking this guy while he’s hiding in the darkness. It’s not a situation where I can use the Hwaan.

It would be annoying if he were to run away in the darkness like this…

But strangely, I didn’t think he would do that.

If this demon is a parasite, it won’t be able to last long in a bare body without a host anyway.

In the end, that guy will have to parasitize a host no matter what, and he has set his sights on me.

‘Is this the final battle?’

That’s great.

With no internal energy and my whole body not listening to me right now, I’ll be able to have a good fight with the weak corps commander’s Ontology.

Kekekekeke-!

At that moment, several beings appeared from the ceiling with a creepy laugh.

There was a wide variety of them.

There were those that stood on two legs, those that crawled on four legs, and even those that had more than ten or dozens of legs.

But there were two things they had in common.

The wicked musical instrument wrapped around their bodies.

And the horns that must figuresprouted where their heads were, although the number varied.

‘…Demons.’

Moreover, they were a horde of demons that had been summoned quite perfectly.

They weren’t even remnants.

Judging from their musical instruments, most of them were demons equivalent to intermediate rank. In other words, each and every one of them was at a level that even a B-rank hero would have to risk their life to fight.

This is ridiculous.

Were there still this many of them alive?

[The energy of struggle that I have gathered from you all… I used that as an offering to summon demons…]

“What?”

[I’m heartbroken that I had to use the energy I worked so hard to gather to summon such low-level things… but it can’t be helped… First, I have to kill you guys…]

“….”

I wanted to bluff, but my jaw wouldn’t move easily.

No matter what country it is, there’s no way they would have the marginto fight dozens of demons in my current state.

At best, I could only fight two or three of them at once.

“Huh…”

I can’t believe I’m going to die in a place like this.

But I did stop the summoning of the Demon King, so I guess I’ve avoided the worst-case scenario for now?

‘What a pain.’

I smiled wryly.

There’s no point in dying.

Ramon didn’t save me to die in a place like this.

So, I’ll survive somehow.

I’ll survive with the Gu Wuto die.

In the first place, if I die, there’s no telling what that bastard will do with my corpse.

‘He might even- that bastard’s kid.’

That’s when it happened.

Thud.

Clack.
The youngest disciple of the martial god – Chapter 307
Somewhere, ancient footsteps could be heard.
Did any more remain? That thought crossed my mind for a moment and…
Beyond the horde of demons, I witnessed a peculiar being incongruously wielding an oiled-paper umbrella.
Clack.
How could such a sound be made while treading on ice?
The one with the oiled-paper umbrella walked slowly, as if treading on a sea of darkness rather than ice.
Sensing something amiss, the demons finally turned around.
Thanks to that, a faint face was briefly revealed beneath the oiled-paper umbrella, like a full moon hidden by the night clouds.
The man’s expressionless face gave off a strange vibe, as if a sheet of pure white had been draped over it and hardened.
“Huh…”
Relief or disappointment.
An indiscernible sound escaped my throat.
Then, my eyes met the man’s.
“Are you okay?”
“…Yes.”
“What about Arax?”
“He’s down there. With Mir and Sister Razvet.”
“Ramon?”
“….”
I shut my mouth.
At that moment, I felt like a coward for evading the question and tried to open my mouth again.
However, the man, who had been studying my expression in the meantime, slowly nodded his head.
“I see.”
Clank.
The oiled-paper umbrella folded shut.
The figure of Lanferre Nosferatu, the clan leader of the Corrupted, was fully revealed.
The man closed his eyes for a moment as he looked at the horde of demons.
When he opened them again, his pupils had transformed into a deep crimson, as if filled with blood.
His eerie gaze swept across the battlefield in an instant.
[Vampire.]
Jinei’s voice could be heard.
[Inferior race abandoned by the Archdemons… Your fangs cannot reach us. Have you made a mistake in choosing an opponent to bare your teeth at?]
The demons burst into laughter.
Evil energy exploded in all directions, and an oppressive feeling that weighed down on the entire body took hold of the area.
[Look at the being before your eyes! The third horn of Kingaroth, the one who will destroy the North! Surely you do not intend to face all these demons alone?]
“Really? But I’m curious about one thing.”
Lanferre bared his fangs.
His fangs, which seemed to have been tempered by moonlight, shone faintly, giving off a strange feeling that was both like a smile and a beast’s growl.
“Don’t demons bleed?”