Black Eagle’s Saint~ The Expelled Healer Masters Dark Magic from His Spare Magic Powers

I have eyes for Emmy sewing the Archbishop to the ground in the form of taking his arms and knees on his back.

I shrug my shoulders gently to tell them I'm safe, and I approach them both.

"There was that guy and four more. They're all out of combat for once."

Walk down the path of the central corridor, passing next to the two Assassins rolling in the cathedral. Even though they don't have weapons, they won't be attacking us now.

And then the mage who was hit by Ashley on the side also pointed to it.

You won't have passed out, but Emmy holds the Archbishop back to strength where he's about to make a strange move.

Missili, along with the sound of "Gu...!" I hear a creaking voice, and the men untie me.

Stopping nearby with Ashley, Sibila sighed.

"Still, you're really impotent."

"I just thought you'd regret it if you didn't go now. I didn't do anything special until I did what I wanted."

"It feels really special where you can say that in this situation."

I really appreciate you coming in to help. You can't fight in a city full of believers if you let one of these guys get away with it, and let alone distract you from searching the vast plains full of demons today.

"This is me, you've come a lot. I'm sure you haven't contacted me at all, but why the hell?

"After the demon crusade, I got together with Emmy once. That's when the gatekeeper said," Didn't you rendezvous with your people? "

Oh...... well. In the first place, in the name of "Working with the Holy Knight," I went outside a city full of demons.

It's only natural that the gatekeeper should be surprised.

"From the situation, soon Atashi decided that Russell had come here and ran out. I explained to Emmy while she was running."

I see. Exactly. How predictable is my behavior from this situation?

So we arrived so soon.

"Oh, my God, I couldn't let this guy get away with this."

"Yeah. But why are you being so lame? Today was the day you decided to leave it to me."

"Right...... Ashley"

I'll talk to Ashley.

So Ashley, who guessed what it was about, began regenerating the magic props he had just brought.

For a while, Myra's beautiful voice echoes the cathedral.

That preamble ends and the voice stops with a light conversation.

"" S---Gaa!?

Emmy's fist falls on the archbishop's head the moment his ill-fated archbishop tries to unleash some magic.

Not even one sound can speak to your voice.

It is an uninterrupted reflex nerve and an unforgiving blow.

"It feels right now, it's magic, isn't it? Are you going to use magic on Russell? I can kill anytime, and I honestly feel like I don't mind killing anytime when it comes to you. Be that as it may be."

Emmy pulls out a dragon tooth sword and pierces the ground.

If it's about breaking the cobbles under the red carpet without my magic, can you afford dragon fangs and Emmy's powers?

... Nevertheless, I didn't expect that Emmy would expose his anger so far.

Well, I saw Myra nearby before I went into the city, and so did Emmy. I'd say you're more of a patient person.

Even I said, 'Why don't you kill this guy already?' That's as bad as you think.

And while we pinch such an exchange, time passes, and a voice comes out of the magic prop.

Sibila turns this way, and I nod.

"Ki--guh......!?

"Will you die after all?

Secure as Emmy blocks the Archbishop's mouth with a caged hand wrapped in metal and grips the other from the top of his head.

Emmy's powers are strong enough that I can no longer move at all off the spot when I shake hands. The Archbishop is turning his face bright red to say something, but he won't be able to move a bit as soon as possible.

It's like welding every flesh into an iron cage.

Then for a while, the sound stops abruptly when there is talk of the liberation of the demonic props, the story of Ashley.

Sibilla put her arms together and nodded a few times, and Emmy was stunned to open her eyes as she suppressed into one hassle.

"... So Russell found this."

"It's Benny, to be exact. I'm trying to tell you this as soon as I can."

"Tomorrow would have been nice, but that's all I've been so impotent to come here by myself, so you really feel like a heartfelt saint"

"That's not true. Really, I'm just doing whatever I want."

"Sounds like you. Especially... for archbishops who add something like" Thank us "to anything. Emmy, you can take it off your mouth."

Emmy nods, taking her hands off.

Sibilla glanced down at the archbishop, grinning niggardly as she put her arms together.

I am really looking forward to what Sibila will say to the Archbishop in this situation and structure.

"Ahhh! This isn't some old man who's been helped outside the city by the Atasis ~! Have you loaded the Goddess book properly since then?

I think I'm about to blow up in Sibila's overly sloppy words with my hands wide open.

He said he'd just heard the demon prop conversation.

"Are you... are you, the goddess escort then..."

"Well, it's not an official escort. An adventurer party I was just free of. By the way, I know a lot about The Red Relief Society. I've been in here the other day."

"... what?

"If anyone wears a red hood, it can't be the Red Society. At the back end, let me see the whole thing. By the way..."

Sibilla crouches in and looks down at the archbishop nearby.

"The Priest doesn't seem to be here, but I wonder if he's away today"

Myra won't be here so far.

I gathered all the combat personnel. This guy.

"Is it more natural to assume that you were coming to finish Ashley first, to observe from this personnel? Ashley, weren't you even on standby orders?

"You're right...... there are so many demons that I told you to wait in the cathedral.... you were going to seal my mouth, Archbishop"

By what I said to myself, it seems that Ashley finally realized the situation in which she was placed, too.

And there's no Myra on this occasion.

"... hehe, hehe... I was going to take you hostage, but you turned out to be right"

"What... no way, Archbishop, you've already sacrificed Myra!

Sibilla screams, holding up her collar with both hands to take the Archbishop away from Emmy.

The Archbishop...... in this situation, he had a sickening, drawn grin. Ashley leaks a small scream next door as she "hits..."

Emmy also lagged behind with her eyes like she saw something dirty.

His eyes ran blood, his face stripped out of his gums. I don't think he's staying sane anymore.

"The Red God is coming down! Our Red God! Oh, the hand of salvation is with us today! I dedicate my strength too!

Pushing over Sibila, the Archbishop raised his arms and looked at the cathedral ceiling.

When I look at the ceiling when I get caught...!

"What is that..."

Near the cathedral ceiling, a red hole appears.

A poisonous red mist was leaking from inside so that dark magic could overflow.

"Demon god......"

Sibila pounds and speaks the word.

Demon god... not demon king, huh?

"Oh, there was God after all! Now the goddess of the sun is over, and the Red Relief Society will unite the world! The kingdom, the empire, it's all the goddess of the sun! I was wrong... yes, this is who I am --"

"It's a lot to talk about."

"-- what?"

As the archbishop rose to the stage, he could hear a low voice creeping out of the red hole.

Shortly afterwards, some sort of red and black mass falls off the ceiling at high speeds and collides with the Archbishop.

And the archbishop sank to the ground with that mass.

Becchan, and the red liquid spreads radially on the stage.

So, over.

The archbishop, who had been scattered all he wanted, died by the Red God again, the Red Demon God, who himself had been instigated by the Demon King to believe that he could "manipulate the whole world".

There's no saying of resignation, it's a shameful last.

"I didn't know my flesh, sealed by the goddess, could be resurrected at the hands of men..."

Voices leak out of the hole in the ceiling lightly so as not to show any interest in that revived person.

While talking, the red hole gets a little smaller.

"Any more manifestations on the ground? Or if it's from the demonic world... '

At the end of the day he uttered a small voice and the red hole disappeared.

All that's left are the four of us and the four of us at the Red Society.

The four Red Society members in particular stand up and rush over to the stage to see the archbishop's traces.

"That's who you believed in."

To Sibilla's voice, four of the Red Society look back.

"Red wine is a metaphor for blood. What the goddess sealed in another world was about the demon god, not the superior god or anything. The archbishop, when he defeated Madeira's demon king, said," If you resurrect God, you will have the power to control the world. "

Face to face with each other, Red Society killers.

Madeira's demon king must be abrupt.

"It's easy to dive into the sixteenth floor of the Madera Dungeon. If you think it's a lie, you can go and make sure there's no demon king. Ma, at least --"

Put your arms together and look at the ceiling.

"--Ah (...), but even idiots know you're not on your side, right? Whether you were Red Society followers or hired killers, your husband is gone."

There is nothing else to convince me that the content of Sibilla's story comes from those who have seen the phenomenon that has just taken place. He killed the Archbishop with a distorted voice in front of him.

For a while, I think everyone was blurry with vain eyes.

One of the four, wearing a red hood up to his head, who would have had a knife, took the necklace out of his nose and slapped it on the floor.

As the other three look, the man raises his hands.

"Surrender. We were top members of the Red Relief Society. But... did we believe in something like that..."

"If you're an invisible opponent, that's what happens. You guys just want to stick it out to the city soldiers at Atashi's hands, but you can't even say that kind of swallow stuff anymore.... For every lord, rather than soldier, the city itself could be killed by demon gods. You'll see."

Now I didn't get lost, and all four of them nodded.

Throw away the necklace so that the remaining three would follow the first one.

"I wonder if any of these guys have any idea what an oak dungeon is."

"No, you don't. It was the first time I'd heard all the stories from that magic prop."

"Yes, the top members would have a say in that, wouldn't they? Once we have weapons, if we are reflecting, tell them of the Archbishop's death and that this religion is no longer the end. You can swear by the goddess of the sun, not the red god, right? Because we all remember our faces."

The four of them looked at each other and turned this way and nodded.

A foursome who moved to seal his mouth. I would need soldiers to capture me... but I don't have time to sit around as long as possible.

"Russell and Ashley would be nice, too."

"I don't mind. I can't afford to hang out with them any more. What about you guys?

"Right... is that what we thought we were God..."

I looked at the quiet ceiling as if the sight had been a lie earlier.

Really, I can't afford to do something like that anymore.

Drop off the four of them and I'll turn to Sibilla.

"So, what do we do?

Myra is being sacrificed.

But apparently it didn't manifest itself immediately. First of all, that demon god seems to emerge from the lowest realm as well - the demon realm.

He then said something that would manifest itself on the ground.

... There's nothing you can do about it if it's not the gods, such as that guy walking around this world wide.

You should deal with this early.

Sibilla would answer instantly if she went to help.

That's what I was hoping for...... Civila didn't quite reply.