The Successor of the Underworld is a Cheat Player

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Initially advantageous was the Dark Needle.

“Dark Needle.”

“Dark Boom.”

Even if a dark wizard, the existence of a wizard brought immense advantages to the battlefield.

Strategically, the advantage of being able to restrain the enemy from a distance was significant.

Thwack!

The two Dark Needles, whether they had been on good terms or not, utilized each other’s power skillfully.

When Zagar was about to fall, losing his footing.

“Dark Needle.”

Stepping on the Dark Needle that appeared beneath his feet, he stood.

To deal with such a Zagar, Black Green approached like an arrow and swung his sword, but Zagar leaped without hesitation.

Kwaang!

The Dark Needle Zagar was stepping on burst.

The coordination with the wizard.

Within that, the paladin might think all he could do was helplessly endure.

Kwaaaaaah!

The opponent was a Paladin.

“Insane.”

Sacred domain.

The area around the Paladin is protected by sacred power, where negative energy diminishes, and sacred energy amplifies.

Furthermore, if the sacred domain is activated.

Chwaaah!

Proof of being chosen by the divine.

“Paladin….”

Since he could summon the angel’s wings.

In the blink of an eye.

Boom!

The massive figure of Black Green appeared in front of him, wielding a huge greatsword.

If the Sein were in the shoes of the Dark Needle, they might have thought this way.

Titan, and Paladin.

‘Two raid bosses.’

Kaaaang!

The Dark Needle’s fate was entwined with Black Green.

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Kwaaaah!

Master level, at least fifteen or more.

The numerical advantage and the variables created by the Titans.

If only the slightest gap was seen within.

“Oh, Angel.”

That dog-like saint interfered.

The saint was the issue.

The skill of the Iron Knights, excluding Blackgreen, was not outstanding, and by now, they should have all been dealt with.

“Oh, Angel.”

Snick.

Even that wasn’t easy because of that insane saint.

Continuing like this, they were in a situation where they might end up losing in a useless consumption battle.

-Zagar.

Fephero relayed a message to Zagar.

-Although the existence of the saint seems real, no one knew about that presence.

Kakakang!

Blocking the pouring blackgreen blades, Zagar’s ears perked up at Fephero’s words.

-Also, with the discontinuation of the saint’s records, there’s a high chance it’s not perfect yet.

What story do you want to tell?

Zagar’s expression seemed to say that.

“Create an opening. Demorus, you deal with the saint.”

Opening.

The idea of creating an opening against Paladin Blackgreen, who they couldn’t handle, sounded ridiculous.

But both Zagar and Fephero were from the same lineage.

The bloodline of the homeland, passed down only to them.

“Blessing Unleashed.”

There was a way to fight in the darkness.

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Sein utilized his abilities strategically to observe the battle.

‘Paladin.’

What power can a Paladin born in this era wield?

‘Dark Union.’

To confirm the secrets of the Dark Union that he still didn’t know.

And honestly, he was surprised.

‘They fight this well.’

The Paladin was truly a monstrous being.

But the Dark Union was uniting to confront that monster.

‘Was that snake kid at that level?’

Jagar’s skills were truly unexpected.

For a brief moment, it was almost understandable why the 3rd Armed Forces and other Demorus humans were disregarding candidates of his origin.

Furthermore.

“Why is that guy so good at fighting?”

Fenfelo felt the same.

And another astonishing point was that their physical abilities were still increasing at this very moment.

Endurance that never wavered.

Kwahng!

The Blackgreen sword, which had shown no signs of wavering, began to shift slightly.

“Grant me great power.”

Although the balance was leaning towards Blackgreen due to Sein’s adjustments, without Sein, it was unknown if they would have faced even greater challenges.

And now.

“……”

Finally, he drew out the hidden ace that the Dark Tower had kept.

Kwaaaang!

Once again, the ground exploded under the Titan’s fist.

Lost sight.

When it was regained.

“Blessing Unleashed.”

Fenfelo, with eyes stained black, was there.

“……!”

A sudden surge of magic power.

“Dark Sphere.”

A spell was cast.

Kwaaaaaaaah!

The destructive force was on a completely different level from before.

Blackgreen, who had maintained balance through Sein’s blessings, staggered for the first time.

“I knew you were hiding something like that.”

Sein muttered to himself in surprise.

And then.

Thwack!

Jagar moved.

Blackgreen quickly brandished his sword and recited an incantation.

The pouring divine power tried to hold Jagar’s ankle, but.

“Dark Sphere.”

What flew alongside Fenfelo’s chant struck the blade of the greatsword, shaking Blackgreen.

Was it a calculated move?

Or just bad luck.

Booooom! Kwaaang!

Due to the Titan’s fist crashing down once again in the meantime, Blackgreen had no choice but to let Jagar fall.

“Saint!”

Even though Blackgreen urgently shouted, there was no room for him.

“Dark Spear.”

Dozens, hundreds of Dark Spears.

It was also Blackgreen at the same time.

And.

“Attack-!”

Because it was heading towards the Holy Steel Knights.

It was a battlefield gone mad.

A battlefield where a momentary lapse allowed a fatal weakness to emerge.

Thud!

Jagar, rushing at a rapid pace, stepping on the exploding ground.

It was clear that he was targeting himself.

Swish.

Marceil, no, Sessil tried to step forward.

“Enough.”

Sein pushed Sessil aside.

It might be a meaningful experience for Sessil as well.

Kwahng!

No matter what, it was better to be the one facing this.

The explosion unfolding right in front of Sein.

It was just the beginning.

Kwakwakwakwak!

Jagar, knowing time was scarce, channeled his mana into his curved dagger and relentlessly thrust and slashed without pause.

But Jagar, stepping back, would know.

“….”

That all his attacks were in vain.

Jagar Demorus.

Also known as the Snake.

The nickname Snake didn’t quite fit his large frame, but looking into his eyes, you could tell why he was called that.

“It’s nice to see a scar on that face.”

Sein, or rather Ain, said.

At that moment, Ain had no intention of revealing his true identity.

Far away.

Jagar took a stance, grinding his teeth.

“It seems like someone great carved that face.”

“It’s oddly familiar… the way you speak.”

Ain’s appearance and voice were different from Sein’s.

Since it was switched with medicine, there was no way to notice.

“Is that possible? Is there another person who speaks calmly and politely like me?”

“You….”

Jagar’s gaze turned fierce.

Growl.

For some reason, the scar on the corner of his eye, left untouched to remember the humiliation of that day, began to itch.

“Is the saint correct?”

“Paladins do not lie.”

“It doesn’t suit you.”

“I hear that a lot.”

Veins bulged on Jagar’s forehead.

But still, he couldn’t move.

‘What was it, really?’

Earlier, Ain wasn’t sure how his dagger, Snake, was blocked by Ayn.

“…Immortals are truly untrustworthy.”

As if sending himself off as if hunting saints was easy, it was clear what he knew.

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That the saint in front of him was just as demanding as a Paladin.

“How long will you keep barking?”

Ain felt a sinking feeling in his stomach.

At the moment when he had to keep up the act of a holy saint in front of Blackgreen, a moment of nausea came over him.

Swish.

It was now a feeling as if he could finally breathe.

Gratitude for that sense of liberation towards Jagar.

That.

“For the judgment of God.”

Swoosh-!

It was repaid with a shining lance.

Crash!

The flying lance of light clashed with Jagar’s dagger, Snake, spitting out flames.

Kaboom!

When Jagar barely deflected it.

“To the foolish servant, judgment.”

Six shining swords surrounded Jagar.

“….!”

The decision was swift, the movement even faster.

Thud!

Jagar leaped up.

Where he had stood just a moment ago, the swords of light clashed and roared.

But that wasn’t the end.

Ain, the saint, pointed one finger up.

In the gaze of Jhagar, who descended.

“Damn it.”

Swords of light stood in place of the tips of the swords.

Kwaang!

Once again, Snake blocked it, and Jhagar was bounced back.

“The lineage of the saint… must have been severed.”

Jhagar’s voice echoed in the explosion.

“How could the saint already…”

This level of skill and combat sense was not something that could be acquired in a short time.

Even Demorus, who was observing the pulpit, had never heard of the birth of a saint.

Whether he himself did not know, or if the saint in front of him suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

The important thing was not that.

“Punishment to the arrogant.”

One must win.

– There are no losers in Demorus.

Arrows of light shooting towards him.

Looking at them, Jhagar muttered.

“Blessing Unleashed.”

If the Immortal had drawn it out, he too must draw it out.

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Swoosh.

Clearly the place where Jhagar was.

Arrows shot out exploded as they hit the ground without a target.

Kwaaaaang!

The ground exploded as the fallen Titan’s fist hit it.

That moment.

Klang!

Flames sprang behind Sein.