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He unwittingly recited the name of the Vulcan.

Then he dropped the holy thing and began praying for repentance, holding his empty hands together.

A desperate voice filled with the joy of the Pope but still dripping with water.

The body of King Heimuro, who gurgles blood and cools down.

Finally, a brilliant image of the Vulcan in front of the faithful, exuding holy energy throughout the body.

Everyone gathered here knelt down at the sight of a page of the Bible.

Then he began to pray after the Pope.

It didn't matter that the bulkans that appeared before them were in the form of demons.

He was their god, and went out to this position himself to topple a huge enemy they could not resist.

Only the fact was important, and all the others were secondary matters.

"Mr. Vulcan..."

"Please forgive me for my sins...….”

"The humble servant is on the right path...….”

'Uh...... it's a little too much to handle it.’

Vulcan's expression was not good when he saw 20,000 worshippers gathering their mouths to pray to him.

It was because their blind praise was burdensome.

Of course, in the last 200 years, I've been through this many times as a prophet, and before then as a hero on Earth, but...….

'As expected, I'm not used to this kind of course.’

Their gaze, their facial expressions, their expectations.

There must be a type that takes those things joyfully and gives them more strength, but Vulcan didn't.

No, the blanks up to Act 2 may have had some such propensity.

But now he was just a maniac fighting for his own fun, more enjoying going to the horse-riding world once a week.

"Wowhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

"Kill all the weak human beings!"

"For His Majesty!"

"For Himuro!"

Did you know the idea of such a Vulcan?

A great number of troops poured out behind the back of the Bulkan, which is being worshipped with a burdensome look.

Each of them is strong enough to tear down several well-trained soldiers, and in the case of a commander-in-chief, he can face them with a smile.

The summerers, feeling the terrible spell from them, hardened their faces again.

But on the contrary, Vulcan smiled.

It was a laugh because he thought it was clear that he had not yet returned from the horse world.

As he entered the handover with a roar, he stretched his left hand to the demons looking at him with a puzzled look.

Then said in a reverent voice as much as possible.

"Get lost!"

in a flutter

Argh!

Keeeeeeeeeeeeee!

In an instant, the area around the portal of Magee, where demons were gathered, turned into a site of fire.

A fire that spreads out without knowing that the sky is high!

The heat of the summer drove the summer people back.

Then he witnessed the fire of Jeonghwa, the divine punishment of the Vulcan god, and cried tears and prayed fiercely.

They began to worship the Vulcan with the determination to never have it again in their lifetime, as if their prayers were firewood.

Of course, their strength was insignificant in terms of the overall level of the Vulcan.

But Vulcan, who wanted to make more impressive scenes for them, injected more mana to raise the firepower to the next level.

Fu Hua Aa Aak.

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Demons disappearing faster than before.

They continued to pour themselves out of the portal like flying flies throwing themselves into the campfire and dedicated their lives, and those who saw it prayed harder.

Some of the demons, particularly strong, rushed through the flames toward the traitor Vulcan, but it was useless.

Efret's fist. And the ruin.

The Vulcan, which controlled them as carefully as possible, did not cause much damage to the lower world and was able to explode the high demons.

They died saying a curse to the Vulcan, but that's how much it's always happened.

He listened to the demons' curses in one ear and shed them in one ear and used magic hard.

So at last most of the demons were killed in vain, and only Harang, who was in charge of the rearmost part of the Ma Wang-gun, remained before the Vulcan.

He realized that the invasion had failed as soon as he entered the summer through the portal of the horse industry, and closed his eyes, biting his lower lip to the point of bleeding.

“…….”

The great armies of the devil who disappeared without leaving a trace.

And the presence of his master, Himuro, which is nowhere to be felt.

And he would be a fool if he could not grasp the situation by looking at Balok surrounded by golden holy energy, which is showing a much greater sense of intimidation than he had ever known.

Harang pinched her mouth as if to say something.

But in the end, I couldn't bring up any words.

I'm frustrated, I'much.

An indescribably complex feeling complicated his mind.

In the end, Harang exploded the maximum strength he could draw out of the summer, without uttering any words.

Then he rushed at a terrific speed toward the Vulcan.

Quagua oligo!

Fast enough to be unrecognizable by the eyes of summerers.

The earth, which served as a foothold for the speed, crashed with a roar.

The cracks, which seem as if they were an earthquake, are so big that they can even reach out to the temple warriors who were far away.

And the blanks hardened their facial expressions as they saw Harang approaching them much faster than the crack reached them.

Throughout his career, he has been scanning various demons.

Thousands of demons who are mean, cruel and cunning.

Among those terrible guys, Harang suddenly came to think that he was still worthy of his own admission.

He picked up the lightning sword of his weapon, the brain cavity.

His sword, strengthened to the extreme to the point of envy even among the gods.

God and mana swelled, and a vast energy rose to tear everything apart.

At this moment, the Vulcan, which boosted the best power he could produce, chased Harang's new model with golden eyes.

Then, the sword was ejected at the same speed as lightning.

A squirt.

The body that still runs away somewhere as if it didn't understand what was happening to him.

And a distorted face that rises high in the sky regardless of him.

It disappeared by the system, and by the time only items were left on the earth, an emotionless voice rang out into the ears of the Vulcan.

A ring.

[Quest Success!]

Eliminate Heimuro the king of the general quests of Helkium, and destroy the devil.

[Target attainment rate: 85.41%]

[Got a lot of experience!]

[Level up!]

an iron fist

The blanks that put a lightning sword in the brain cavity without a drop of blood into the search by the epilepsy.

He gave a rather bitter look on his face.

And the Pope and other Vulcan believers, who had been watching everything so far behind him, chanted the Vulcan with thunderous shouts, and today's work spread to every corner of the Hoffoi continent, decorating a page of history.

*

The story of Vulcan, which successfully prevented the attack of the demon king, caused a greater sensation than expected.

First of all, the position of the Vulcan on the Hofoi continent, which was the most problematic, has greatly increased.

He has been sitting on the sidelines of the Vulcan Bridge, which has been torn apart in various ways without showing a reliable figure.

It became known all over the world that he went directly to the invasion of the fearsome king and took the lead in defeating him.

The witness was certain.

Even in countless Vulcan religions, Protestant and Catholic churches, the popes of both sides, and 20,000 jihadists, who are believed to have the greatest orthodoxy.

After all, after that incident, countless people in the Hofoi continent began to have a deep faith in the Vulcan again, and the accidents that had occurred everywhere had a temporary effect.

Therefore, it is natural that the level of the Vulcan's strength rises accordingly.

[Innocent level increased.]

His level of prestige, which was only 138, quickly soared to 168 and was envied by many gods in Asgard.

"Congratulations, Vulcan. I heard you defeated the Devil at your level."

"I don't know how you got the Devil in hand, but you did a great job.”

"Well, you seem to be away for a long time, so I was going to say......everything was in mind. Well done."

It was a blister of surprise at Honus' last words, but it was good that he didn't have to listen to his daily speech as a result.

And this was all the more meaningful than simply rising the level of divinity and being recognized by the gods.

The fact that his role as the "King of Hellkium" has disappeared.

This alone is worth a fortune.

'I mean, the demon of my level is gone...... because it means that if I go on another horseback riding, there will be no threat!'

Of course, a single murder of the devil did not free you from the invasion of the devil.

All demons in the world of horseback are naturally formed by the union of magi.

The Devil King was also going to revive over time, and he may gradually accumulate time to target other handover someday.

But it took more than a thousand years to become such a powerful devil, and during that time, the Vulcan was able to shoot the other-level horseback riding without any worries.

Well, there's not much more to be done as a god than just a devil invasion, but...….’

It wasn't that important.

Such small things can be done one by one while waiting for Madogu's cool time.

Of course, there could be a sudden drop in the level of strength again, but the current level of Vulcan did not put much weight on the level of God anyway.

In any case, the horse industry cannot even use it properly.

On the contrary, it was now more familiar to fight using only mana and swordmanship, rather than using one's divine power.

Eventually, Vulcan began to use the "unstable entrance to the horse-riding world" with a lighter heart than before, and the level of deference, which had risen to near 200, began to draw a gentle downward curve again.

"Hmmm. You, aren't you too negligent in the summer just because the devil is dead?"

"Well, you're becoming a complete Powell...….”

Some older gods, who saw the Vulcan's wiles that did not govern the lower world, sometimes nagged at him, but the Vulcan did not care.

This is because the physical level was going up faster than the speed at which the level of physical strength dropped.

For 100 years, he was able to reach a high level of 1100.

This is faster than level-up in Act 2's 'origin of evil'.

All of them were the power of reward for the enormous amount of experience derived from the quest.

Of course, his actual performance was about 1,200, so there was not much change in power, but the Vulcan was quite satisfied because he was able to operate as much horsepower as the increase in the stats.

'And... ..and if you raise the level like this, one day it's over 1,200 and 1,300......you could look at 1,400. That would be enough to deal with the devil of the A-class horseman!’

Vulcan looked up at Asgard's blue sky with pride.

There was still a long time left to get to that point, but it was unlikely that there would be a stumbling block to the process.

The Vulcan imagines himself already conquering the A-class horse world and reaching a level above 1500.

He smiled, thinking that Act 3 will soon be cleared, too, with the recognition of the supreme god.

However, such blanks did not mean that they had no worries.

“…….”

The blanks left the grass lying on the bed, looking for an empty room with no one was there.

He opened the inventory and pulled out some items.

Then he picked up one and slowly read the description of the item that came to his mind.