## C410
Saint of the God of Chaos.
This was the first time Cale saw his appearance clearly.
“Ahhh- It’s the Saint-”
“The light of Chaos-”
The believers surrounding Cale didn’t hesitate to show their deep faith towards the Saint.
-This is different from what I imagined.
The Heavenly Demon’s voice reached his ears.
-More than a Saint, he looks like a butcher.
He was right.
Cale’s gaze moved towards the Saint.
The first thing that caught his attention were the eyes that were a gray color.
‘The God of Chaos.’
The wave of gray energy that god had unleashed.
Those gray eyes, reminiscent of that wave, seemed empty for some reason.
The next thing that caught his attention was his physique.
‘He has a pretty well-trained body.’
It was the opposite of the Saint of the God of the Sun, Jack.
Even with the wide priest’s robe, one could guess his robust build.
A well-trained body, not excessively muscular, closer to a knight than a warrior.
‘No, actually, he is a butcher.’
A slender yet firm figure.
Long legs and arms.
Upright posture.
A considerable height.
And-
‘The look.’
Those empty eyes conveyed an unsettling coldness and ferocity.
He understood why the Heavenly Demon had compared him to a butcher.
The Saint emanated an aura that seemed imbued with blood. It wasn’t that he literally smelled like blood.
It was simply that one felt that unique atmosphere of someone who had walked a dark path.
-It won’t be easy.
Super Rock made a comment.
-He smells like something unpleasant.
The Sky Eating Water clearly showed her displeasure, but added:
-Cale. Don’t expose yourself too much until we get to the plan.
She warned.
-The Dominating Aura and I. Even if you use your strength, don’t bring us out today.
The Sky Eating Water and the Dominating Aura.
-The moment we reveal ourselves, that Saint will realize that we have the power of the God of Chaos. And he will also discover our identity and location instantly.
Both powers had something in common.
-Because we carry Chaos within us.
Cale remained silent, indicating that he would follow the warning.
‘It won’t be easy.’
The Saint, that guy won’t be easy to handle.
Because he is a Saint who emanates the aura of a butcher.
‘Besides, he doesn’t even try to hide it.’
He didn’t hesitate to show his murderous aura.
‘No, it’s not just that-’
It was different from the energy of someone who is trying to hurt on purpose.
It was simply something innate.
‘Yes. For that Saint, that murderous aura is natural. It’s something he was born with.’
Cale glanced around.
“Ahhh-”
“The Saint-!”
The Primordial Night.
The center of the valley.
The believers cheered with even more fervor as he slowly descended towards it.
The Saint wasn’t doing anything, he wasn’t using divine power, but the people were submitting and praising him for the aura he emanated.
“…”
Meanwhile, Cale continued to observe his surroundings.
Believers packed everywhere.
Cale was standing in the north of the valley. Right on the path where the Saint was descending towards the valley.
The figure of the Saint walking towards the sacrifices was etched into Cale’s eyes.
‘This.’
There were Eruhaben and Gashan.
‘West.’
Rosalyn and the Heavenly Demon were together.
East and West.
The moment Cale gave the signal, Eruhaben and Rosalyn would immediately activate a large flight magic circle.
‘South.’
Cale looked towards where Alberu Crossman was.
‘Hmm.’
Their eyes met.
Alberu was already looking at him.
Even though they were quite far apart, Cale was sure their gazes had crossed.
‘Huh?’
But something seemed strange.
He tilted his head.
Alberu tilted his head to the side and then looked at the sky.
Even though the sky was still gray.
Alberu stared at him, as if something seemed strange to him, and continued to tilt his head.
‘Hmm,’
Cale was curious, but decided to ignore it.
Because-
Dung!
The moment the drum sounded briefly.
“…”
“…”
Everything fell silent.
The Saint had entered the center of the valley, where the sacrifices were.
Steps, steps.
Only he was moving.
The believers watched him, holding their breath.
And the sacrifices-
“…!”
“!!”
They wanted to say something, but they had muzzles on their mouths and were kneeling, with their hands and feet tied.
“…….”
Cale watched him silently.
‘Not yet.’
The moment to give the signal would be just an instant.
‘When the sky opens.’
When the Saint ascended to the center of the Primordial Night, the ‘Inverted Night’, and began the ritual.
‘The gray fog will clear, and the sky will open.’
The waning moon will be revealed.
Then, Eruhaben and Rosalyn would activate the large flight magic circle according to Cale’s signal.
They had already finished all the calculations, and Rosalyn had taken out all the magic stones to carve additional circles and save time.
‘Of course, they will discover us immediately.’
It was a spell to lift over 500 people into the air at the same time.
Even an Ancient Dragon and a great mage couldn’t do it in a few seconds.
‘We will also need a shield.’
They were also planning to deploy a shield to protect the sacrifices while they were lifted.
‘It will take time.’
That is, both to cast the spell and to execute it. It was expected to take some time.
‘And it will be our responsibility to handle that.’
The Heavenly Demon, Gashan, Alberu. And Cale.
The four of them would have to take care of it.
Before the ritual began, the Heavenly Demon, who had observed the place, casually commented:
‘More than one-third of the believers here have an ability similar to that of the common soldiers of the Blood Cult.’
The common soldiers of the Blood Cult.
That is, a force comparable to second-class martial artists in the martial world, similar to the low-ranking knights of a royal palace.
‘Swordsmen, mages, spearmen. The believers are quite diverse.’
Moreover, the types of power also varied.
‘Cale. It won’t be easy.’
In terms of absolute power, few here could face Cale’s group.
But most of the believers and priests of the cult had some level of combat strength.
-It won’t be easy.
Super Rock swallowed and spoke.
Yes. It wouldn’t be easy for four people to face them.
-Cale.
Eruhaben’s voice reached his ears.
-The Saint won’t be easy to handle.
Besides, those who came with the Saint.
Although only the Saint had entered the center of the valley, the core members of the cult who had appeared with him seemed strong.
‘A bishop?’
A bishop and several high-ranking priests.
Also, some who seemed like holy knights.
Six people in total.
-At least as strong as Gashan.
As Eruhaben said, they seemed to be at least as strong as Gashan, the leader of the tiger clan.
Dung!
The drum sounded again.
Neither the Ancient Dragon nor Super Rock spoke to Cale again.
They couldn’t.
Splash~
The Saint took a step.
Towards the small puddle in the center, the lake.
Splash~
He walked on the surface of the water without emitting any energy.
Even though he exuded a murderous aura.
Even though his appearance or his facial expression didn’t match that of a Saint.
Splash~
His walk was straight.
And his way of walking on the water as if it were land conveyed a sense of holiness.
Splash~
The moment he reached the center.
That is, when he reached the altar.
-Pant, pant.
Suddenly, Super Rock and the Fire of Destruction gasped.
-It’s… mine……!
That altar was already the Fire of Destruction’s.
-Sniff, sniff.
The Sound of the Wind sniffed this time.
-A sacred object! The sacred object under the water is starting to stir! That… is mine, no, it’s ours……!
No.
It was the Blue Wolf’s.
But Cale didn’t want to sadden the Sound of the Wind’s voice, so he remained silent.
‘Hinpa Gong.’
He remembered the guide Hinpa Gong. He knew the moment of the ritual was near.
“…….”
The Saint looked around.
His gaze finally stopped on the circular land surrounding the Inverted Night.
The battlefield where the sacrifices would kill each other.
“…….”
The sacrifices, upon encountering those indifferent eyes, averted their gaze for some unsettling reason.
Dung-!
The drum sounded.
The Saint raised his hand.
Cale knew what was going to happen.
He had seen it in Hinpa Gong’s memories.
Sssss-
The Saint waved his hand towards the air.
Sssssss-
The wind swept through the center of the valley.
Pssst.
“!”
“……!”
Those who had been captured as sacrifices opened their eyes wide.
The gray muzzles, the handcuffs, and the ropes.
Everything that restrained them disappeared.
No, it turned into smoke and rose towards the sky.
“!”
“……!”
They immediately tried to say something.
Dung!
But the drum sounded again.
“!!”
“……!”
And they couldn’t do anything.
‘Hmm.’
Cale looked at his arm.
He had goosebumps.
-It’s the energy of the God of Chaos.
Super Rock’s low voice reached his ears.
Sssss-
The wind blew again.
The Saint’s robe fluttered.
The wind that extended from him.
The gray energy that the wind carried.
‘Fear.’
The fear of chaos.
Even though its intensity was very slight.
“!”
“……!!”
It was enough to plunge the sacrifices into fear, to prevent them from speaking.
“Ahhh-”
“Ah-”
And also to plunge the believers into ecstasy.
The ability to make thousands of people feel the same energy, to make them feel his power in a controlled way.
‘He’s strong.’
The Saint. That guy is really strong.
Perhaps even stronger than the wanderers Cho and Ryeon.
Sssss-
The Saint, who had raised the wind, carefully knelt down.
He looked towards the altar and clasped his hands.
“God of Chaos-”
All the believers around knelt down.
And clasped their hands.
Cale did too.
Only the sacrifices trembled in fear at the sight of this.
The Saint continued speaking.
“Tonight we will return to the beginning of everything.”
The moment he said that.
Grrrr-
The earth trembled.
To be exact, the cliffs surrounding the valley trembled slightly.
Furtive glance.
Cale’s gaze moved upwards.
It’s opening. No, disappearing.
The gray fog was fading.
Darkness could be seen beyond the fog.
Finally, the sky opened.
Grrrrr-
The primordial roots that connected the cliffs were retracting.
“…”
Cale closed his eyes.
At that moment…
-Cale. Still not?
Eruhaben’s voice reached his ears.
-You’re taking too long.
Meanwhile, the Saint’s voice echoed.
The wind carried his voice further, clear and crisp.
“The return of Chaos-”
-Cale, soon the sacrifices will be brainwashed-
Cale opened his eyes.
‘I hear you.’
In the distance.
The news he was waiting for was coming.
Smile.
A smile formed on Cale’s lips.
Sssss-
The wind swirled at his feet.
And he got up.
The believers looked at him curiously, as he had his hood deeply covered, but Cale was already moving.
And then, someone else noticed something strange.
“!”
The Saint stopped talking.
He jumped up.
The first thing he saw was towards the south.
Boom----!
A roar echoed.
And that roar didn’t stop, it was getting closer and closer.
Very fast.
“!”
Under the night sky of the waning moon, where the gray fog had cleared.
Something was rising towards the sky, as if piercing it.
It was ice.
The ice was rising like an awl towards the sky.
Boom----!
In an instant, it broke and covered the surroundings.
And-
‘Fire!’
Fire could also be seen.
In the same way, the fire was rising as if piercing the sky.
But it was strange.
It wasn’t normal fire.
It was like a liquid, like lava, a red fire that swept across the surroundings like a wave.
And that wave was approaching. Closer and closer.
Two people also began to be seen on the wave of fire.
“There’s the Saint! You damned Chaos bastards, you dare betray us!”
“…….”
The wanderers Cho and Ryeon.
It was them.
In an instant. In just a few seconds, they were approaching quickly, and in that brief moment.
“!”
The Saint couldn’t react to them.
Sssss-
The Sound of the Wind arrived from behind.
But it wasn’t his wind.
It wasn’t the wind of Chaos.
It was a wind that was approaching quickly.
The moment the fire and ice caused confusion.
In that brief instant.
Sssss-
A gust of wind reached the Saint.
It was the leap of someone prepared.
Besides, those who, like Cale, had noticed the anomaly were already moving.
Uuuung---
Uuuuu------
Red mana and silver mana, a large pillar of mana, rose from the west and the east.
And their mana headed towards the center, towards the sacrifices.
Graaak, graaak.
Next to Eruhaben, Gashan was already in his frenzied form, calling the crows from all over.
The night sky.
A night where only the light of the waning moon existed.
The crows rose towards the dark night sky.
Uuuuu--
And Rosalyn, casting spells quickly with red mana.
The Heavenly Demon was at her side, arms crossed.
Around him, a reddish energy began to rise.
An aura of absolute faith, although minimal compared to the divine energy emanating from the Saint.
The Heavenly Demon, the god of the Blood Cult, stood next to Rosalyn like a guardian.
“…….”
And Alberu looked at the sky and grabbed the hilt of his sword.
Uuuu-
The sword that contained the sun vibrated slightly.
It was telling him to unsheathe the sword at any moment.
But Alberu looked towards the north.
Sssss-
The Saint, suddenly, couldn’t pay attention to the anomaly that was happening among the believers.
The great disturbance of mana and magic.
Wind.
The wind that was making its way through the wind of Chaos.
A fresh but somehow unsettling wind.
The Saint turned his head.
Boom----!
Boom-----!
Meanwhile, the explosions caused by the fire and ice that were trying to destroy this place echoed.
But the Saint’s senses told him:
‘I will die.’
This wind behind me. If I don’t dodge it, I’ll die.
The Saint’s hand moved.
Bang!
With a brief explosion, the Saint stepped back.
Splash~
The Saint, who had been expelled from the altar, was standing on the water.
In front of him, a man was smiling.
The hood had fallen, revealing his face.
“Hello.”
It was Cale. He greeted the Saint. And then he said cheerfully:
“What a shame. I wanted to do it as a surprise.”
The Saint’s eyes trembled.
“--!”
He couldn’t speak.
He didn’t have time to worry about the sacrifices.
Nor those who were coming to destroy the sacred place.
He didn’t have a single moment.
All his attention was on the man whose hood had fallen.
The man with a black mask.
The Saint extended his hand.
But,
“There’s no time to waste.”
Cale already had everything prepared.
The ritual?
The sacrifices?
Cale thought.
For the Saint, the ritual could be done again.
It would take more time, but it wasn’t something that would be abandoned for a single failure.
But, what could make the leaders of this cult, including the Saint, go crazy?
What could make them lose their minds?
Rasg-
Five scrolls unfurled.
“Je.”
Cale smiled and broke one.
Of course, a normal scroll couldn’t be broken by Cale’s strength.
Tzzzt-
[Go to the hidden place of the archive and obtain the ‘Record of the Power of Chaos’.]
[Go to the Inverted Night and break the record you obtained.]
It’s a game!
“---!”
The Saint, unable to speak, was in shock.
As he watched, Cale cheerfully broke the treasured ‘Record of Terror’ that the cult cherished.
And then, firmly, he shouted.
To the cult leaders and the Saint who were approaching him.
“Don’t get any closer!”
He threatened them.
“If you get any closer, I’ll break everything!”
With four scrolls in hand, Cale smiled cheerfully.
Only the corner of his smiling mouth, not covered by the mask, was visible to everyone.
“And this too!”
Bam!
Cale kicked the wind and jumped. He climbed onto the altar, leaning on it shamelessly and hitting it with his foot, as he shouted.
“If you touch it, I’ll destroy it!”
Cale couldn’t help himself.
“Jejeje!”
He laughed without being able to stop himself.
-You’re like a villain.
He ignored the Gluttonous Priestess’s comment. And he thought.
‘This is quite fun.’
He understood why villains liked to do this.
Cale felt the stress fading away.
Under the night sky of the waning moon.
In the center of the Primordial Night, the sacred place of the God of Chaos cult.
Cale, with a mask, was laughing cheerfully.
“…This is insane.”
Alberu, who was calmly observing the tense and urgent situation, tightly closed his eyes. But the corner of his mouth was also moving upwards.
Cale not wanting to fight against Saint and wanderers but he make a trouble again in front of the Saint.
ReplyDeleteraon hurry your human make trouble I miss your combination chaos destruction haha
Ufffff amigo.... Me termine 10 capitulos en una mañana.... necesito más
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