The archbishop approached, kindly waiting for his turn. It would be a good thing for them to come in all at once, but their contemptuous glances brought a small smile to his face.
Whatever it is, whatever is good is good.
"Let me taste it first. Hehe..."
The first to take up arms was the Archbishop of Addiction, who reached into his vestments and began to untie his wrists, holding an old hatchet in each hand.
-Hung. Hung.
It's a weapon I saw in a novel.
-Hehehehehe!!!!
-The flesh... AAAAH!!!!
-Isn't it thrilling?! You want to taste more?! The more you scream like that, the more excited I'll be!!!
His black magic, which involved cutting flesh with an axe and poisoning the skin, was depicted horribly in the novels. It was one of his unforgettable abilities.
-Shhhh.
"Hey, hey~ If you catch it, your wrist will break!!!"
-KANG!!!
It was a powerful blow.
The unorthodox attacks he unleashed one after another were so powerful that it was considered superior to any archbishop he had ever encountered, to the point where one could understand the description in the novel of him slaying a number of inspectors with a single blow.
"Kiki...! You're dodging it pretty well~"
"..."
"Then try blocking this too!!!!"
The axe swinging with the left hand aims at the square.
-Suwoong.
When the defense was tilted to one side, his fierce attack targeting the blind spot with his remaining hand was working hard to create an interesting situation by combining with his black magic.
"Are you just going to avoid me like a rat?"
"..."
"If you're a man, be a man!!!"
This is only from the students' perspective.
-Rustle.
A light cutting sound is heard.
"...!"
At the same time, the expression of the Archbishop of Addiction, with his pupils trembling greatly, is clearly visible.
I don't feel so good.
No matter how many times I try, I never get used to the feeling of cutting someone's wrist with my own hands.
"uh...?"
The Archbishop of Addiction looked at his wrist, which was falling limply, with a bewildered expression.
You won't believe that your wrist, which should have been attached, ran away in the blink of an eye.
"Oh.."
The eyes of the Archbishop of Addiction, who was looking at his severed wrist while spitting out a foolish sound, slowly began to fill with confusion.
Now the prey is.
"What... are you doing..."
Because I recognized the predator.
"Kaaa ...
As the screams of the Archbishop of Addiction, who was kneeling on the floor clutching his severed wrist, rang out loud, the other Archbishops, sensing that things were going wrong, began to raise their weapons.
The Archbishop of Lust has a whip full of thorns.
The Archbishop of Obscenity has a knuckle full of flesh.
The Archbishop of Collapse holds a hammer bigger than a man.
Finally, the Archbishop of Negation raised his staff and began to prepare his magic.
A dazzlingly fast attack begins to dance before your eyes.
Those who have honed their martial arts skills with the ominous aura of black magic begin to dance with a deep murderous intent to cut off my neck.
The thorny whip wielded by the Archbishop of Lust was making a 'pop' sound and surpassing the speed of sound.
Behind me, I feel the Archbishop of Addiction, who has regained his senses, running towards me, muttering, "I will kill you."
"ha..."
scary.
There are not one, but five madmen, holding weapons and raising their blood pressure.
"That's fun."
Honestly, it's not something that happens often.
"I'll tie his legs."
The Archbishop of Sexual Desire, who was the first to run out, began swinging a whip full of thorns and aiming for the legs.
The whip, approaching at a speed exceeding the speed of sound with a loud 'bang', was approaching without stopping, as if it was planning to cut off both legs in one go.
It's also quite brutal.
Because it not only has thorns, but also has blades like a chainsaw.
First of all, one.
-Rustle.
The moment a childish muttering was heard from the mouth of the Archbishop of Lust, the whip she had been swinging changed direction and began to advance without resistance towards the body of the Archbishop of Addiction.
"damage!!!"
I don't think I need to look back.
Because the rich scent of blood began to fill this place.
"poisoning!!!!"
"You dare!!!"
"Archbishop of Addiction...!! If you're alive, answer me!!"
"What the hell!!!"
I never thought fanatics would have something like camaraderie.
"You dare kill addiction..."
I exhaled calmly and felt a sense of injustice at the Archbishop's reaction, which was more intense than I had expected.
"Why did those who could have camaraderie commit meaningless slaughter?"
"..."
"Kill, stab, torture."
"..."
“You guys are doing it too, so why are you getting so annoyed?”
The Archbishop of Lust, who suppressed his anger at my emotionless words, began to swing his whip like a living snake and continued his next attack.
"shut up."
"...You don't remember killing the Archbishop of Addiction with your own hands, do you?"
"...You dare to say anything with your mouth wide open? How dare you, an unchosen bastard...!!!"
"It's a choice... it's fun."
"Yeah, unlike you guys who are so out of touch, we were chosen by black magic...!!"
The Archbishop of Sexual Desire's ability is to 'attract' men who approach him from a certain distance.
"Then ask the one who chose you."
"what...?"
It's a very sinister ability that makes any able-bodied man a slave to her charms.
"Ask the God who chose you if you can return alive today."
“How can my ability….”
Unfortunately, her charms were of no use to me, as she seemed insignificant to me, in the presence of the most beautiful woman in the world.
Come to think of it, in the novel, Mikhail killed the Archbishop of Lust. Was this the reason?
I sighed at how foolishly I hadn't noticed before, and drew a line on her body as she approached.
"...This is ridiculous."
"..."
"It's the power he gave me... He!!"
As he took a calming breath, the Archbishop of Sexual Desire's appearance began to gradually change.
"Ah... ahhhh!!! My face!!!"
We see the true face of a woman with an unfortunate past who turned to black magic in pursuit of beauty.
She was a person with a sad story, but I didn't want to hear about the past of a villain, so I gave her a more comfortable death.
Even though she looks pitiful, she had the mistake of brutally murdering women prettier than herself in the brothel.
-Rustle.
"Whew... It's a little hot."
In the midst of the falling sexual desire, the other three archbishops wiped away their relaxed expressions and began to use their respective abilities fiercely.
The Archbishop of Collapse, who shattered the earth with a single blow, spoke to the Archbishop of Negation with his hammer firmly held.
"I will buy time with the obscenity, so you, Collapse, make a gate for the Apostle to come."
"...i get it."
"I wonder how long it will take to finish."
"Three minutes. If you can just buy us three minutes, the Apostle can come to save us."
"3 minutes."
The archbishop, holding the hammer, looked at the man in front of him with a bitter smile.
"...move as fast as you can."
Because I couldn't quite figure out what kind of expression I should make in the face of such an endless strength.
If my teeth don't work, I should fight back using my gums, but the man in front of me was so sharp that he seemed like he was going to rip out all my teeth and gums, so only negative thoughts were running through my head.
The Archbishop of Collapse, holding a hammer, asked the man standing before the Archbishop of Lust's body, prepared to collapse the cave and die together.
"Who the hell are you?"
A monster secretly raised in the empire.
Or maybe he is an assassin sent by the Empress.
As the harsh question rang in my ears from the lips of the one who had overcome the seething fear, I took a calming breath and began to approach him.
"well..."
"Answer me!"
"Do I need to know?"
"what...?"
The archbishop's breath is trembling.
Because his merciless words were no different from a death sentence.
"Don't use your brain."
"...You son of a bitch...!!!"
"I can hear your head spinning from here."
-Phew.
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In a tense situation where the sound coming from beyond the door suddenly stopped, the Archbishop of Negation, who was infusing the gate with black magic, bit his lips tightly and proved his incompetence with fear.
"Why... why..."
monster.
The archbishop, who had witnessed the living disaster with his own eyes, endured the suffocating burden and breathed magic with trembling hands.
"What are you talking about!! That monster..."
I could boast that I'd seen many monsters. I'd seen countless strong men, but I'd never seen an Apostle... no, one with more power than him.
The priest who once followed God bit his lip as he searched for the god he had betrayed.
"Oh my god..."
Please grant me the strength to perform a miracle before that lion comes for my head.
“Oh my god….”
I prayed and prayed again.
A smile forms on my lips.
"Okay... okay... just a little more...!!"
Because I began to feel his coming energy within the swaying gate.
"Hahahaha!!!! Hehe!!! Hehehehe!!!"
Now, if only our miracle could defeat that evil...
"Did you have all the good dreams?"
but.
God seemed unwilling to save those who had abandoned him, for there was no one left to represent the faith he had abandoned.
-Phew.
The archbishop looked at the black sword stuck in the open gates of heaven along with his own body and bled.
Have you been waiting?
Or maybe he was just lucky, but whoever plunged this black sword into his body seemed to be aiming for the one beyond the gates of heaven.
"Up to here."
I feel a cool breeze.
-Saaaa...
The sound of him getting angry.
"I think it would be best to end our business here today."
It begins to sound like the gates of heaven closing.