âI donât know who that person is, but the staff⦠it seems like the God Killer that our Lord made?â
At Behemothâs question, Jormungand walked a little ahead.
âIt is hard to say.â
Before Diablo Volfir invented black magic, he used the Road Flower when he gained fame.
It was an object that supplied infinite mana to the caster from the moment it was activated. However, he felt it wasnât enough to kill the 12 Gods and decided to use Diablo Volfirâs God Killer.
âIt was hidden safely.â
âCan he be trusted?â
Behemoth looked at Prometheus and asked.
In addition to using black mana, it reminded him of the ownerâs appearance.
âHis skills are certain because he has been training for a long time, soâ¦â
Jormungand watched Prometheus and said,
âThere is no need to doubt him.â
Behemoth didnât respond to her.
He asked if the human could be trusted, and she gave an ambiguous answer.
In other words, she didnât think the man was so reliable. It was a face Behemoth knew after spending so much time with her in the past.
But he let it pass.
âThere is no way she does sloppy tasks.â
Jormungand was the familiar who loved the Lord the most. She would give up her life for his sake, and she tried a lot of times too.
Her sacrifices only failed because the Lord stopped her.
So Behemoth stopped asking, knowing she wouldnât give a clear answer.
Instead, he pushed his massive body ahead.
It was the same strategy as before, he would block the enemy, and Jormungand would attack.
âIt has been a long time.â
The huge scythe was in Jormungandâs hand, and Behemoth asked,
âYou arenât going to turn into that form?â
âNot now.â
Jormungand was a snake.
A giant snake capable of encircling the seas in the world.
She wasnât as enormous as the rumors made her out to be, but her length still surpassed that of Behemoth.
But it was impossible now.
âWith this new holy power, I cannot return to that form anymore.â
It was heartbreaking to throw away the body her Lord had created for her, but the sadness of the past was buried.
âMiss Jormungand.â
Prometheus approached her.
Brahmansia soared to the sky.
As if his anger had reached its peak, he threw down the beams of destruction.
A black shadow loomed beneath Jormungandâs feet, and several black limbs began to emerge.
Seeing that the limbs looked like they were in pain, Jormungand said,
âAhh. Itâs fine. Everyone calm down.â
There was no response, yet the way she spoke was strange.
She smiled with her eyes half closed.
âYou will pay for the pain I went through.â
Her holy power amplified.
âHoly power.â
Brahmansia clearly felt that the darkness was taking over her, but it was holy power.
It meant that she had the same qualities as the powers of the 12 Gods.
Did they get their hands on a holy power?
âThey must have gathered believers.â
The woman in black appeared to be so.
He assumed that the holy power came from those who believed in her, but it wasnât as simple as that.
Faith.
Following a God made it bloom.
The blind belief in the concept of God.
Exceptions to any negative event.
Loyalty that transcended logic.
Additionally, the combination of many believersâ faith brought holy power.
And the only being in the world who could do that was called a God.
The Royal Road, the leader of the group.
It was feasible to do similar things, but it was impossible to do something this similar.
The 12 Gods knew how hard it was to get holy power in Bless.
It would have been impossible without the previous strength they had gathered.
âBut then a new holy power was born?â
How did it happen?
No.
Did the method even matter?
The most horrifying part was that they did it without the Godsâ knowledge.
Brahmansia saw the enemies approaching from afar.
The massive bull with an unusually large size, a kid with strange powers, and finally, the person with the 13th holy power.
Why were these difficult opponents attempting to obstruct him?
He chuckled.
The system of the 12 Gods that had dominated this land for thousands of years was now crumbling.
Death appeared to be pressing against his throat.
But he wasnât going to just die.
[Come!]
Brahmansiaâs eyes were red as he flew high with all his might.
Today, somebody will surely die on this land andâ¦
[It will be you!]
Brahmansia grinned and began to use the orbs around him at once, attacking with the same strength as his Breath.
Prometheus was the first to move, with his outrageous strength.
âGive me strength.â
He spread out the black mana and cast the spell once again.
[Case Solution.]
Prometheus wandered the world for a long time before meeting Jormungand.
Then, by chance, he arrived at Ryeo, a remote nation in the east, and discovered their secrets.
He had been practicing magic for nearly 20,000 years and was now the strongest magician in history.
He also had black mana that contained holy power.
Khaaakkk!
His eyes were dyed purple, and the Road Flower was in full bloom, continuously replenishing mana.
It would be difficult to make a perfect seal like before.
âA little bit more.â
The strange monsters were sending power to him.
And Jormungandâs holy power surrounded him.
âAttack!â
Simultaneously with those words, his form disappeared.
And then came the huge explosion from a distance.
[That annoying bastard!]
Brahmansia, who didnât think that his attack would be avoided, screamed in shock. But he couldnât change his focus now.
It was because Behemoth was attacking with his dark blue horns.
As he approached, Jormungand took a stance to wield her giant scythe.
She unleashed a ferocious holy power and swung her scythe.
âIt is like when a snake eats the world!â
The black scythe sliced through his neck.
Rumble!
Lightning rang out in the sky.
The sky had been obscured by dark clouds for the past three days. Although it didnât rain, people found the extreme humidity uncomfortable.
Jamie was sitting on a rock as he looked at the dark clouds,
âI donât have to move.â
He was looking in the direction where the Dragon God was fighting.
It was when Brahman descended that he noticed the fight happening, and he realized Frontierâs plan would succeed when âthat personâ would arrive.
At first, he thought he should help but decided against it because he knew they had a plan.
Of course, Behemothâs energy wasâ¦
âJormungand.â
She appeared.
Despite the distance, Jamie felt she had completed the 13th holy power she was aiming for.
Now Jormungand was the 13th God of Bless.
His familiar was now a God.
It was surprising, but on the other hand, it wasnât entirely unexpected because he made her.
The person who accompanied her was even more surprising than she was.
âHe has my power.â
He didnât simply borrow the power but made it his own.
In addition, he could feel the Road Flowerâs presence.
âJormungand found it.â
It was a sealed and hidden power that others couldnât find or use, but it was found again.
This was also her doing.
In any case, Brahman seemed to be losing.
In his prime, he was a powerful God that rivaled himself.
How many dragons has he created?
âWell, this is good.â
If killing the 12 Gods could be easily done, then that was good.
But now that they knew he was weak, they wouldnât back down.
Jamie stood up.
âLord.â
Jamie nodded at the voice.
Behind him was Bianca, the captain of the undead, fully armed.
And she said,
âIt is time.â
âYes.â
The day he signed a contract with Bianca, Jamie promised that she would get her revenge.
And what a prank of fate that her homeland, the Siltair Kingdom, was turned into the sanctuary of the Kuhlun Church.
âKuhlun, the God of hypocrisy and indifference.â
The most vicious of the 12.
He was not as violent as Drian, not as cunning as Zenith, but his methods were disgusting.
Just like his name.
Such a God now had his base in the Siltair Kingdom, which was overthrown in a coup dâetat.
At the very least, if it was hypocrisy, they could be criticized, but the subject established in the Western Nation âArishaâ stood there.
Was he a man worthy of Godâs name?
Jamie hated him.
âItâs like hitting two birds with one stone. Letâs get your revenge and finish that bastard together.â
âYes, my Lord.â
As Bianca bowed on one knee, she returned to the undead world.
A few drops of rain began to fall.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
Then the rain got heavy very quickly.
âHow is Rickyâs side doing?â
The Pyro Church was currently in control of Zenith, and the Holy Knights were dispatched to prevent the Lily Church from doing anything.
The Holy Knights were led by none other than Saint Anna.
She was Rickyâs only relative and a cute girl who was blind.
Come to think of it, Jamie didnât meet her last time.
âEven if I did see her, I wouldnât have greeted her warmly.â
Because it wasnât a situation where he could control himself.
And heâd rather not meet her.
âPhew, should we move soon?â
One of the 12 Gods was defeated.
Soon, Behemoth and Jormungand will take another down.
And since he gave Pyro a chance, there were 9 Gods left.
Jamie sighed briefly, not knowing Drian was dead.
It wasnât that there were more to kill.
âRa.â
The top seat of the 12 Gods with overwhelming power.
Jamie pulled out the orb from the subspace.
The essence of Satan.
He clenched his fist, wondering when to absorb it.
If he could absorb this and defeat Ra, he would do it.
âImpossible.â
It was foolish to take a risk right now.
Jamie felt bitter and put the essence of Satan back into the subspace.
There had to be another way.
A chance to break through the wall of another level.
He didnât know how, but if he handled the things in front of him and rectified them, he might be able to see things he hadnât seen before.
It was then.
âIâve finally met you.â
Jamie saw an old man with a bent waist approaching.
But he didnât feel a sense of urgency.
There were only a few people in the world that looked like this, and Jamie seemed to know who it was.
âYeomjae.â
Jamie called out his name.