Saved a Heroine From the Brink of Death

145. Apostle (2)

#145. Apostle (2)

For a split second, Myeong-un lost sight of Cynthia.

‘It disappeared…?’

Even though he had used his divine power to slow down the accident to the limit, Cynthia was nowhere to be seen. She had moved behind him without him realizing it, and struck him in the head.

“Ugh-!”

I didn’t let my guard down.

As an apostle, I was doing my best and observing Cynthia’s every move with concentration.

Still missed it.

‘The real power… is related to speed…!’

Part of the ground was blown away by the shock wave.

Nameless felt that a part of his body had burst open, and used his divine power to repair it.

Kwakwang- Kwakwakwang!

The attack didn’t end with just one attack.

Invisible blows struck his entire body, and his nameless body repeatedly disappeared and regenerated.

[Disappear…!]

Anonymous tried to use the prophecy to erase Cynthia’s power.

[Doesn’t even Anonymous know that the power granted by a foreign power cannot be erased?]

Cynthia also stepped forward in front of the nameless man, spitting out a prophecy.

[ Yeah… that’s right. I think I lost my touch after not using my power for so long. ]

Anonymous recalled memories of the past.

Killing her was something I didn’t want to do, but it had to be done.

Because he was nothing more than a puppet moving within the destiny given by the Watcher, he could not disobey the orders he gave.

‘Please kill me… .’

I wanted to be free from this excruciating pain.

It was a pity that I could not go to the sanctuary, but I had a feeling that at the moment of my death… I might be able to see her again. I did not see the flow of causality.

No, it would be more accurate to say that I couldn’t.

Because the Watcher did not allow me to read the flow of the future that had nothing to do with combat.

All the power he possesses now must be used to defeat the ordealer named Cynthia.

[ Be implemented, Death God’s Device . ]

Nameless summoned his own new soldier, who had led the Transcendents to their deaths when he swept away Langrut in the past.

The power of the great outsider. A peerless weapon containing some of that power. A normal transcendent being will be certain death just by brushing against it, and a mortal will be killed just by being near it.

[ Now… I guess you’re thinking of fighting properly. ]

[ Yeah. I have a rough idea of ​​what your abilities are. ]

Extreme acceleration.

If I had to name the power… speed.

That would be the name.

Because it transcends light, it cannot be captured by sight. In the end, it must be captured by intuition… but it is not easy to catch it even with the physical reaction of a transcendent being.

Ultimately, to properly hit Cynthia, you have to rely on your subconscious.

[ You’d better be prepared. The realm of the unconscious… is my specialty as a devotee. ]

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The anonymous man, who was wearing the Death God’s Command Glove on his right hand, looked at Cynthia as he watched his arm gradually turn black in real time.

[ Anonymous, I didn’t know you were a suicide bomber. ]

[ Hahaha… Yeah, this is my first time talking to you. Yeah. ]

The two chatted about this and that like friends, but soon they started attacking each other without any reason.

The nameless attack tore through space and time and struck Cynthia, who read causality and twisted the flow to use the power of speed.

Paquagagagagang-!

It was impossible to avoid.

Even though the nameless attack was slow, it contained the power of an outsider that fixed causality. However, it was possible to minimize the damage.

‘Eww- It hurts so bad…!’

Cynthia healed her body with divine powers and examined the nameless one. He also suffered a lot of damage.

He was regenerating the parts of his body that had been torn apart, while Cynthia was restoring her bruised body to its original state.

This was due to the strength of the body.

Cynthia received the divine power of the many transcendent beings in the sanctuary into her body, and strengthened her body once again with illusions. These two things advanced her body to a higher level, and as a result, she was able to withstand the attacks of the apostle, Anonymous. However, Anonymous was unable to do so.

Because he didn’t have a huge amount of divine power or a strong body.

To begin with, his fighting style is not focused on defense. Only on offense.

It is a bold style of fighting that has continued since the days of the Confucian era.

And that didn’t change even after he became an apostle.

‘Besides… the part that was hit by that grim reaper isn’t healing properly… It would have been dangerous if the wound hadn’t been covered up by the illusion realization.’

The illusion that was Irina’s power.

Cynthia was using it to heal her wounds. Common wounds were healed with divine power, and those that were difficult to heal with divine power were covered with illusion realization.

[ I don’t hate you . ]

Anonymous immediately spoke to Cynthia.

[ … I don’t hate anonymity either. It’s just that I do it because it’s my job to destroy you. ]

Cynthia thought fate was really cruel.

Even though I became a transcendent being and learned how to defy fate, I still could not escape the great flow.

It is impossible for even foreign media to escape that great flow, because they too cannot escape the fate that was given to them from the beginning.

[ Karma. Yes. That’s right. The reason you are here. The reason I fight you… It’s all because of karma. ]

The anonymous attacks became increasingly bold.

He had given up on defense, and was only attacking. Even when his own body was being hit, he tore through space and threw his fist at Cynthia.

Cracks appear in space, and space-time becomes unstable.

Langrt was being devastated by the fighting between the apostles. The land, already stained with death, was heading towards its true end.

[ Anonymous, as expected, is strong . ]

Parts of the crust were obliterated without a trace, revealing the mantle.

Cynthia was gasping for breath, her wounds not healed even by the realization of her fantasy.

A strong death energy seeped into his lungs, making him gasp for breath in real time. If he hadn’t twisted his body, he might have died from a direct hit to the heart.

Cynthia, who became a transcendent being, was no longer restricted by life activities, but the power of the outside world

[ You’ve gotten stronger too. You were just a cute new Transcendent when I saw you a while ago… ]

Cynthia calculated every attack she could make and poured out attacks on the nameless. She made countless calculations to avoid making a single mistake, and she thoroughly attacked and defended to minimize damage.

This was possible because Cynthia had gotten stronger, but it was also possible because Nameless just blindly attacked her.

[ … Are you fighting like this on purpose? You’ve only been attacking since a while ago. You’ve neglected defense. I understand that that was your fighting style when you were a devotee, but I don’t understand why you’ve continued to do that even now that you’ve become an apostle. ]

[ … … . ]

However, this type of battle structure was like that because the anonymous only attacked.

There was no reason to stick to the fighting style from his days as a cleric even now that he had become an apostle of a foreign god. If he had changed his thinking just a little, Cynthia would never have had the leisure she has now.

[ I’m tired . ]

I was fighting with all my heart, but I wasn’t fighting with the best choice. This was the greatest rebellion that Anonymous could do.

[Is it about to… meet extinction?]

The nameless man looked up at the sky, smiling broadly.

Colleagues and friends who left first.

And the subordinates.

He thought of her waiting for him in the sanctuary.

[ When I disappear… Tell Irina I’m sorry. ]

The nameless man threw the book containing his thoughts towards Cynthia.

His attacks were no longer threatening. Cynthia caught the nameless attack and moved her hand to deliver the final blow that would destroy him.

《Apostle, be faithful to your role.》

At that moment, a strange language that resonated in Cynthia’s mind as the purple energy surged around her became engraved in her mind. It was the same feeling as when she saw the Guardian’s writing.

Foreign media’s advice.

The being who spoke those words was… a foreign news agency, the watcher of the end times.

《It is impossible for a world that has already come to an end to be liberated.》

The truth resounded throughout Langrut once again.

The nameless man’s entire body was covered in an ominous purple aura, and his eyes were dyed a cloudy white.

[ Anonymous… ? ]

[ … … . ]

Cynthia called him, but he didn’t answer.

It was open-mouthed and absorbing purple energy, and it seemed like it had already lost its senses.

Cynthia took advantage of his defenseless moment to fire an arrow of annihilation imbued with the power of speed, but the transparent curtain deflected her attack.

《The Guardian’s Apostle will meet his death here.》

He was dying, but he was burning the last of his life with the power of the Watcher.