Abandoned Priest at the Hero’s Party

The Runaway Baby

“The wizards of Orpheel have fled, and the splendid estate has also turned into filth.”

On the blackened earth, the only man who kept his color in the world left with black and a million smiled bitterly.

“Are you saying this will happen in the end?”

In a dark forest, where there are no trees and already filled with only black thorns.

The man’s sword, which had been slashing the endless stream of thorns, broke in an instant. Like a tooth that has become rotten and vulnerable to shock, the sword, which is slightly contaminated with divine power, can no longer withstand it and will break.

Sword Caliburn. Count Marcus Feltman burst into laughter when he saw that this sword, created by the master dog, Urban, who fought for the best of the continent, was helplessly broken. The maddening smile grew even deeper when he saw the darkness seeping through his arms.

At the end of the thorns, the child is waiting for his end without any rush.

And after that, the world tree that had already turned into a thorn tree, clearly visible from afar.

Count Marcus, who stared at the two with hateful eyes, uttered a word without power.

“I didn’t know that I, who once dominated the empire, would die in a place like this.”

He is a self-made man. Before he rose to the Masters and revitalized the family, there were many people on the continent who didn’t even know there was such a thing as the Feltman family.

That’s how hard my youth was. So he decorated his estate as the most splendid place in the empire. Because I wanted to make up for the poverty of my poor days by making the world’s wealthiest estate.

That splendid estate collapsed at the footsteps of the Shinigami. No, this isn’t even at the stage where it’s already called a Shinigami. Even compared to the five main gods of the continent, I had a strong feeling that I was never inferior.

He has reached the level of not belief, but rather the level of supremacy. Most importantly, this god has a body.

‘A substitute who can fully intervene in this world with a physical body, is indeed the Demon King. Is it possible to make something like this now? If I had known earlier…’

If I had known earlier, well.

He questioned, he questioned.

In the end, only bitter laughter remained. Had I known in advance? What could he have done? It was done by the ancient demon king. Knowing that, there was no choice but to suffer.

– Won’t you surrender?

The messenger was interested in Count Feltman and approached him and asked. The count silently stared at the body without answering. If only that god’s body could be destroyed, the risk would be significantly lowered.

But now it seemed that he didn’t even have enough power left. Although he can attack once or twice, it is not enough to destroy the body of a god with the remaining power.

he’s an evil guy He came closer to the point where he couldn’t attack even if he could see it.

The three gods do not have a body of their own. It’s not because they want to exist only as a mind without a body.

This is because their original bodies collapsed when they deified them as gods, unable to withstand the great change. How can the human body embrace the divine?

Of course, if you train your body to the limit, you can preserve your own body even after consolidating the divine. But who would have informed the three gods of human days?

Becoming a god is a secret challenge. There is usually no one who has done such a thing and left a record.

Even if someone next door told me, it would be difficult to gather faith and condense it into divinity with the lifespan of a person. It is said that if you try to train your body for nothing, you can’t do both and you may die of death. Anyway, that’s why the three gods didn’t have a body. There was no evil god Oberta.

He is a deity, a being born from the unity of wishes from the beginning. There was no such thing as a body from the beginning.

Born in the Duchy of Vlad, the Reaper has a body, but this is possible because the divine power is relatively low. Since it is still a belief, the body can handle the divinity.

However, Modrig, the god of pollution, has a body. Since he built his own body from the fruit of the world tree, it can be said that he was different from other gods from his birth.

Anyone can know the difference between having only a mind and having both a mind and a body. Once you have a body, there are so many more things you can do. And you can exercise your power by stepping directly into this reality.

Nevertheless, the reaper was still thirsty.

“A surrender?”

-I need a lot of strong subordinates. If you agree, I will make you my believer and baptize you.

“Why? Wasn’t this abominable army of yours not enough?”

– Not enough.

The messenger affirmed.

His taint legions are not intelligent. It is not fundamentally different from the corpse disease of this kind of main seat, the Flesh Underworld. No matter how many such things, there are only a lot of soldiers. It may be a threat to the continent, but even the seeds will not be eaten by the Demon King Grimudo.

-I need a strong man like you.

“Go get some more mother’s milk. Even at this point, I decide my own destiny.”

This man’s greed, who once dreamed of making his grandson the next emperor, has now fallen to the abyss before the majesty of God. Count Marcus, however, was nothing until the end.

Without a word, holding the broken blade in his hand, he cut his own neck straight. A gray river scattered and exploded the Count’s whole body. Rather than being polluted and becoming a slave, he chose to leave without leaving even a body behind.

-……

The reaper reached out toward the Count who had been broken without leaving a single piece of powder. No matter how much, it is impossible to restore and resurrect what has been broken up to this point. Impossible.

– I wish I had a subordinate like that.

Seeing the fragments of ‘butterflies’ scattered everywhere, the reaper sat on a thorn bush and murmured. He killed all these many of his servants by himself.

Basically, the strategy of pushing numbers in front of the master did not work.

It didn’t work for Count Marcus, so he had to do it himself, but there was no way it could work with the Demon King. The reaper was still afraid of him. The power he showed was good in his eyes.

The high elf, Kania, was instantly contaminated by him, even though he was a master-class strongman. But that was because she was an elf who relied heavily on the World Tree.

In front of this god, who has the same attributes as the world tree, there were so many vulnerabilities that it was no different from a wall that had been drilled through. On the other hand, the human master looked like a strong castle to the Shinigami.

Contamination is possible, but it is not easy, and if the level of pollution is light, it will be diluted or pushed away with its own magical power.

Now, the Shinigami, who has competed with the true Master, is troubled.

Either way, Pabal riding a Han-hyeol horse ran to the island without stopping for a moment. It’s a big problem that can’t be delayed at all.

The soldiers of the Count of Feltman and below, the soldiers of the Solgent Kingdom were completely contaminated. The two factions that faced each other over the border were brutally defeated in front of the fundamental enemy of the Shinigami.

The polluted area was getting bigger and bigger. The expansion speed was incredibly fast.

The Shinigami who was born with good timing already had enough strength. As he grew up sucking up the great faith accumulated in the World Tree, he immediately demonstrated his power without accumulating power by hiding. He rolled several times a day and grew stronger and stronger.

– Now, I don’t think the time is yet.

To put it bluntly, the Agi Reaper, born in the Duchy of Vlad, saw its power and clearly recognized it.

I didn’t want to bump into it, so I avoided the collision and hid somewhere and fell asleep. It is a god that the demon king himself combed. Compared to the Mod League, he was nothing more than a bum with nothing he had since birth.

-But no matter how much time passes, as long as there are filthy things in people’s hearts…

He hid while dreaming of the next. I was hoping for the next one.

Those that are polluted in the body cannot be polluted in the mind. It’s because that heart has already become the thing of a complete Mod League.

So, for a baby who swallows the filth in the heart of a human, the mod league that pollutes the human itself and turns it into his own servant is nothing short of a contradiction. I didn’t want to go to the forefront in the age of that guy.

Divinity is, at least, closer to eternity than human beings, so I hope that next time you open your eyes, you will have a chance.

-Then I won’t be gone yet.

The reaper murmured and closed his eyes. The time has come when even the gods must entrust their fate to heaven.

In this world, the fate of humans was nothing more than falling leaves.

*****

Good news and bad news came one after another. The Emperor had only now received the letter from Count Marcus Feltman. Even the one-blooded horse was too strong, and from the middle, the reaper who jumped in gave the telegram and fell as it was. People around them supported the fainted herald.

“Reaper.”

It was only then that the emperor understood the unusual reaction the temple was seeing. At the worst times, the worst beings appeared. A god appeared to the extent that Matop chose to escape rather than fight back.

bang!

Unknowingly, he slammed the throne down with his fist. How strong the throne was, let alone break, not a single gold. Rather, it just hurt my hands.

The servants around them shouted that the dragon body should be preserved. But now the emperor’s hand didn’t even hurt. It just broke my heart.

“Bad things are coming one after another. That is a very bad thing.”

The same is true for the complexions of the servants who read the emperor’s book that followed. Chancellor, Duke Brandon was about to say something with a stiff expression on his face, but he shut his mouth.

This is no longer an administrative issue. Officials whispered to each other.

“Certainly… Count Marcus is probably…”

“Perhaps he couldn’t survive. According to the contents of the letter, the Count will remain on the territory until the end and protest against it.”

They know what the character of Count Marcus is like. He has high pride and strong self-esteem. I’m not a great person to play pranks on like this. Perhaps the contents of this book are true.