The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

The Successor To The Underworld Is A Cheat Player 87

Jagar replied.

“If it wasn’t the real Palladin, it would have been impossible.”

Shiver.

The mission leader of Immortal.

Phepero’s arm trembled.

To avoid detection, he set up layers of barriers and watched from a distance as much as possible.

The location they would appear in was predetermined, making it possible.

The emotion felt while looking at the knight clad in massive armor was that he was a true monster.

“However, there was someone missing from the report.”

Jagar said.

“Do you know who the Immortal is?”

Even though the number was mentioned as twenty, there were only twenty-two of them.

A girl who seemed delicate and a blond youth.

Pepelo shook his head.

“I don’t know. They might be a high-ranking figure of the sect.”

As the opponent was a paladin, they had to consider all possible scenarios.

If not, there wouldn’t even be a chance of joining hands with Demorus.

“Whatever happens.”

They opened the door to the whirlpool.

“We’re going in.”

Their mission was just beginning.

Beyond the whirlpool.

“Raise your shields!”

Blackgreen shouted.

“Oh, angels.”

Boom!

An explosive divine power spread out, enveloping the Holy Steel Knights.

If this was a shield formed by the overwhelming divine power of a paladin.

“Cough.”

“Cough!”

The Holy Steel Knights writhed in agony, expelling rough pain from their bodies.

Gasp.

It was the same for Ein, even for Saint.

Cold sweat poured down like rain, and a pain as if their organs were twisting was felt.

Just like the test they faced when entering Demorus, it was excruciating pain.

“It’s okay.”

At that moment, Marceil, no, Sessil, grabbed their hand.

And.

“Ah.”

Marceil’s soft voice echoed gently.

Growl.

The shield Blackgreen unfolded felt even sturdier.

At the same time, the expressions of the Holy Steel Knights and Ein seemed to improve.

“Is this the work of the Saint?”

Blackgreen asked in surprise,

“The power to resist the darkness…! No one in the Order has ever displayed it. Indeed…, it seems that Angel is watching over us.”

Even Saint, who was tough-skinned, momentarily lost his words at the sight of Blackgreen, who seemed genuinely moved.

“Originally, I was planning to get used to the dark here before moving.”

Blackgreen said.

“It seems we can move right away.”

Research on the dark zone through the whirlpool was said to be currently ongoing.

As humans step into the dark zone, the encroaching darkness corrodes. It devours humans, transforming everything about them into something else.

No matter how the whirlpool’s shield exists, it was necessary to adapt to the darkness seeping into the flesh in order to move effectively.

“….”

At that moment, Blackgreen’s face turned serious.

“Someone has arrived first.”

It was Ain.

Sensing an aura, the surrounding scenery.

An awkward sense of unfamiliarity.

“We must hurry.”

Not only themselves, but someone else had arrived here first.

‘Who?’

Ain was puzzled.

‘Immortal and Demorus should have been there?’

Eyes watching from afar, monitoring them.

Blackgreen seemed unaware, but being knowledgeable in magic and the power of darkness, Saint could feel their presence.

In that case.

‘The Empire.’

Only one thing remained.

They were the only ones qualified to step into this grand battlefield.

“Originally, I was planning to eliminate the unbelievers here and leave. Move.”

The Holy Knights began to move.

“What’s the plan?”

Ain asked Marceil a little farther away.

Swoosh.

Marceil pointed at Saint.

“What’s it to you.”

Marceil, who had shown the power to resist the darkness.

Although he had never been taught such a thing, Ain asked.

“I can do it.”

Marceil said Saint could do it too.

“Because he learned.”

“Huh.”

Sein let out a bitter laugh.

No way.

“I guess it was real.”

It was the moment when Cecil confirmed Seissel’s talent was indeed real.

Connected through the two beings, the saint and the saintess.

Cecil was learning the sacred power from Sein and naturally absorbing it.

But this was different.

“Application.”

Sein, who had never experienced darkness, seemed unlikely to possess the strength to resist it.

In the first encounter with darkness, Cecil created the power to resist darkness through the sacred power.

“Do you want to eat something?”

Beyond impressive, his body tingled.

The lottery ticket he thought was second prize turned out to be first.

“Rich.”

“If you get it this time, eat to your heart’s content for a while.”

“Heh.”

It’s been a while.

There had never been such a faithful supporter.

“May Angel’s blessings be upon us.”

At Ain’s voice, the entire Holy Knights began to shine.

“What a blessing this is!”

“As expected of a saint!”

Boosted by heightened physical abilities.

“Charge!”

Led by Blackgreen, the Holy Knights began their charge.

Kwahng!

The Demon Tree, colliding with Blackgreen, began to sway greatly.

The Demon Tree, a living tree, was an intermediate-level monster.

But the one seen in the Dark Zone.

“Kwahk!”

Truly a monster.

“It must be at least level 20.”

There was no lack of endurance or destructive power.

But the real problem was.

“Here it comes! Watch out!”

The Demon Tree’s skill was imbued with dark attributes.

Spores scattered as branches burst out.

When the dark spores touched the Holy Knights.

Chiiing!

Armor and flesh burning, injecting darkness through wounds began.

Arms turning black in an instant.

“Drive out the disbelief.”

Yet, as Aine’s sanctity followed, darkness slowly receded.

“We can resist the darkness!”

The morale of the Holy Steel Knights rose even higher.

Until now, only a few were known to resist the darkness.

Only the Holy Empire possessed that special skill.

But not at this moment.

“Angelus!”

“Angelus!”

Aine and Marsil.

The saint and his knight had the power to drive out the darkness.

“Now starting to get used to it.”

Of course, what Aine used was learned from Marsil.

Just as Aine could learn what Marsil possessed.

Snick.

Since Aine could learn what Marsil had.

Aine, realizing Marsil’s true talent, had offered the bones of Lich.

“The power to resist the darkness.”

What could be done with this power was anticipated.

But the crucial thing was this moment.

“Faster than anyone to your servant.”

The sanctity that Demorus had refrained from using during his saint days.

If necessary, he would bring it out at any time, but he had kept that power hidden unless absolutely needed.

“The power to punish evil to your servant.”

At this moment, the saint was unleashing.

Kwong!

Finally, the Holy Steel Knights succeeded in toppling the Demon Tree.

Crack.

However, something more was happening beside them.

“Haha! It’s finally over!”

Blackgreen.

That mad paladin had single-handedly destroyed over dozens of Demon Trees.

When the entire Holy Steel Knights faced one, he faced dozens.

That was the difference between a paladin and a holy knight.

That was it.

“The difference between the max level and the rest.”

Max level referred to those standing right before the transcendental wall.

“All thanks to you, Saint!”

Blackgreen was a true monster in the real sense.

“If we confront that, it’s going to be a headache.”

He lowered himself a bit more and smiled.

“What are you talking about? It’s all thanks to you.”

He could pull off such acting as much as he wanted.

Because he had lived thousands of lives.

They had been swirling around for a few days like that.

“It seems like we arrived first.”

Although there were fortune-tellers in the swirl, the first to arrive at the destination were the Holy Knights.

Paladins and Saints.

Being more sensitive to divine power than anything else.

“That is….”

Following the aura of the Holy Sword was not that difficult.

“The Sword of Injustice, Tendra.”

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The Sword of Injustice, Tendra.

Among the holy swords existing in Sanctuary, it was considered a superior one.

It could manipulate the attribute of flames with the name of Anghel, and those flames significantly boosted the wearer’s physical abilities.

Most importantly, what was attractive was that Tendra could use special abilities according to the user’s specs.

– Sacred Flames.

The flames with high resistance against magic and curses would serve as a panacea for dark mages and those tainted by darkness.

“…There was a reason they sent the Paladins.”

If they had known that Tendra was here, it wouldn’t have been strange to send more troops.

But the problem was where Tendra was.

“…What in the world is that.”

It was a massive rock.

No, it was a golem in the shape of a rock.

“The Sacred Golem, Titan.”

The Holy Knights and Blackgreen looked at Sane.

“Anghel has spoken.”

It’s so convenient to have a god’s name.

“That is a god’s soldier who used to guard a great temple in the past.”

There was no need for Sane to explain his knowledge.

“…Indeed.”

The term god’s soldier seemed fitting when looking at that figure.

However, it no longer exuded the sanctity of the past.

Gugugugu….

It was just emitting an incomparably dark aura of darkness.

“I’m here.”

It felt new to Sein.

Tindra was one of the holy swords Sein often used.

Of course, it was a mid-level one; in the latter part, many superior holy swords were left behind.

On that sacred golem.

Why was it here?

“It’s just a guess that someone brought it here.”

Changes on the continent after the Empire’s fall.

It seemed easier to think of it as a coincidence.

Tindra was stuck in the chest of that sacred golem.

“We might need to establish a shrine.”

One of the Holy Steel Knights said.

“The High Priest said to prioritize the extermination of non-believers.”

The destination.

And naturally.

“They will gather here.”

Those aiming for the holy sword would gather here.

But what if the Holy Steel Knights and Blackgreen were fighting that thing at that moment?

If they suffered significant injuries?

“We’ll cast a sacred barrier to conceal our presence. After observing the situation….”