## C411
The Saint of the God of Chaos thought:
‘Who is that crazy masked guy?’
Who is he?
Where did he come from?
Instead of all those questions, only one arose:
‘What is he?’
What is that existence really?
“Saint, he has the sacred texts!”
“The, the sacred texts-!”
The bishop and the other leaders, with expressions more confused than ever, looked at the masked man who had suddenly appeared.
It seemed they couldn’t see the chaos around them.
They had no choice.
“Oh.”
The masked man smiled maliciously and said:
“Are these the sacred texts?”
Then, he took one of the scrolls and pretended to break it.
“No, no---!”
One of the high priests cried out in despair.
The masked man shouted in response, with complete confidence:
“That’s why I told you not to get any closer!”
Sssss-
A fresh wind began to swirl around him.
A wind as refreshing as the one that blows after a typhoon, embracing everything under a clear sky.
With that wind blowing around him, the masked man pointed his finger.
“You, you! And you!”
He pointed to the cult leaders and the knights who were stepping on the center of the valley where the ritual was taking place.
“Back! I told you not to get any closer!”
Bam, bam!
He hit the altar as if he was going to destroy it.
And then he shouted:
“Hey, believers!”
He pointed to those who, amidst the chaos, were trying to help the cult.
Even those with abilities superior to that of a low-ranking knight.
“If they move, I break the sacred texts?”
He pretended to break them again.
“Or should I destroy this altar?”
Bam, bam!
He continued to kick the altar.
“That, that crazy guy!”
Among the believers, whose expressions showed indignation and frustration.
“Jajajaja! This is the fun of being a villain! Jajajaja!”
The masked man let out a wild laugh.
At that moment, the bishop rushed to the Saint and said:
“Saint! How is it possible that that guy can touch the sacred texts?”
The reason why the Saint and the cult leaders were so confused was simple.
“Only the Saint and the Pope can touch the sacred texts!”
“No.”
The Saint opened his mouth.
“It’s not like that.”
He spoke calmly.
“The sacred texts can only be touched by those who possess the authority granted by the God of Chaos.”
Currently, only the Saint and the Pope possessed that authority, so only they could touch the sacred texts and survive.
Anyone who tried to touch them without the proper authority would be devoured by the power and suffer a horrible death.
‘What is he?’
That’s why.
‘What is that guy?’
What kind of being is able to touch those sacred texts?
The corner of the masked man’s mouth could be seen again.
A malicious smile.
The Saint hesitated at that smile.
But he soon moved.
Sssss-
The gray wind surrounding him intensified.
“I’ll handle him.”
The Saint was the only one who could catch that guy who was holding the sacred texts.
At that moment, the bishop, after thinking for a moment, hurriedly said:
“Saint!”
Touching the sacred texts meant possessing the authority.
“What if he’s someone sent by the God of Chaos-?”
“It could be.”
But.
“However, there is another existence that can touch these sacred texts.”
“What?”
“Yes.”
Only one.
The sacred texts left by the God of Chaos, an ancient deity.
The only existence that could touch them was-
“A Five-Colored Level Wanderer.”
“!”
“And one more.”
The Saint intensified the gray wind around him and prepared.
To touch those sacred texts, one needed power comparable to authority.
That’s why, only a Wanderer with a Five-Colored Level singularity or-
“A god.”
Only a god with authority could do it.
“What? A god?”
The bishop opened his eyes wide in surprise.
“Contact the Pope immediately.”
The Saint said that and extended his hand.
Sssss---
The Saint extended both hands.
In each hand, a sword appeared.
They weren’t swords like those used by knights or swordsmen.
They were more like butcher knives.
Undulation.
They were weapons that didn’t match the wide priest’s robe at all.
But the moment the Saint’s gray eyes shone with a strange gray glow.
And when his eyes, filled with the fear of chaos, were fixed directly on the masked man.
Bam!
The earth trembled.
The Saint and Cale looked at each other.
Cale, still smiling, said:
“You arrived just in time.”
Moreover, the Saint had to avert his gaze first.
Boom----!
Boom-----!
A huge explosion erupted right behind him.
“Ahhh!”
“Ugh! Stop him!”
The shouts of the believers and the sound of the cult forces moving hurriedly reached his ears.
He turned his head.
Behind him, the masked man spoke calmly.
“Why did you take so long? I was waiting for you.”
A cheerful but complaining voice.
While listening to that behind him, the Saint faced a huge red worm.
“…Wanderer.”
He murmured softly.
“Crazy people! It seems they were doing another crazy thing!”
Jajajaja!
The Wanderer Cho moved his hands repeatedly while he was on the red worm, made of lava.
Whoosh!
Whoosh---!
Wherever he pointed, a red liquid gushed out and devoured everything in its path.
“Ahhh!”
The cult was crumbling.
The believers were fleeing.
“I’ll kill them all!”
Cho’s eyes were wide.
He was in a state of extreme excitement.
The disappearance of the Wanderer Sohyi.
The betrayal.
The stab in the back.
Losing an arm and being humiliated by the enemy.
Cho was releasing all the anger and emotions he had accumulated.
“I must destroy everything! I must burn everything! How dare they touch me?”
Thoughts about Sohyi had already passed.
Because-
“A moment.”
The Wanderer Ryeon.
His sister would take care of all that.
She was able to maintain rational judgment even in the midst of anger.
“What’s going on here?”
They had stormed the God of Chaos cult.
While destroying everything in their path, they didn’t see anyone except a few guards.
Sensing that something was wrong, they reached the Primordial Night, the sacred place where all the believers and leaders of the cult were gathered.
“…The Saint.”
The Saint was also there.
Besides-
Furtive glance.
Furtive glance.
One by one, those who had caused this chaos began to appear.
Two mages and a swordsman-
She didn’t even notice the weak sacrifices.
‘Who are they?’
A man with a mask and a black suit.
He was in the center of the sacred place.
“!”
Their gazes met.
The man of unknown identity opened his mouth. And he shouted.
“They’re trying to summon the God of Chaos here!”
Not only Ryeon’s eyes, but also Cho’s eyes opened wide.
“What?”
It was crazy.
Why had the hunters chosen this virtual world?
Because there was no divine intervention here.
And now they were saying that a god could intervene in this world?
“Ah.”
Would it be-
Something that had emerged as this world became real?
The moment Ryeon’s eyes flashed with a glimmer of understanding.
“From the beginning, this was a plan to trample on the Absolute God!”
The masked man shouted again.
“Shut up!”
A high priest, without realizing it, hurriedly shouted.
“…….”
Ryeon remained silent for a moment before speaking.
“It’s not a lie.”
The waning moon.
The night sky fully visible now that the primordial roots bridge had disappeared.
The answer was clear.
“Destroy it.”
The Wanderer Sohyi.
The Kingdom of Lan.
That wasn’t all.
The God of Chaos cult had already betrayed us.
“Cho. Even if we die, we must destroy everything.”
And she made a decision.
Even if that person, the Five-Colored Level Wanderer, arrived, the decision about this place was destruction.
The death of everyone.
That was all.
Crack-
The environment around Ryeon began to slowly freeze.
“Yes! Destroy everything!”
A mischievous voice sounded.
No, it was an excited voice.
“Jajajaja!”
The masked man.
Suddenly, he was getting off the altar.
“Let’s destroy everything and loot!”
The Wanderer Cho said.
“Who is that crazy guy?”
But there was no time to talk to that person.
Sssss-
The Saint moved.
He was in a hurry.
He moved quickly, riding the gray wind.
‘The altar?’
He was heading towards the man on the altar.
“S-Saint!”
At that moment, someone called him hurriedly.
He couldn’t help it.
Boom!
The earth trembled violently.
“!”
“What the hell is going on!”
Ryeon and Cho were also bewildered.
Uuuu-uuu-
Uuuu---
Suddenly, the whole place trembled as if it was going to explode.
‘Is he that strong?’
Ryeon had clearly noticed the two mages before.
Although their mana was quite large, it wasn’t something to worry about, so she had ignored them.
But,
Silver.
Red.
The two colors of mana rose towards the sky,
Bam!
And the moment they crashed to the ground.
Uuuu--
The two colors moved quickly towards the center of the valley and formed a huge magic circle.
“No!”
The bishop, realizing the situation, tried to act.
-Rosalyn.
-Yes.
-Instead of the sacrifices, let’s lift the others and then drop them. Can you control that?
-Yes. I just need to block their mana.
A dragon and a mage clapped lightly.
Clap.
The sound of the palms echoed at the same time.
Whoosh-!
A bright light, a mix of silver and red, burst from the valley.
“Ah!”
“Ugh!”
“Ahhh!”
And the bodies of everyone who was inside the magic circle began to rise rapidly into the air.
Over 500 sacrifices.
They, enveloped in the silver and red light, rose into the air.
“Ah-”
People from other worlds who had lived different lives and spoken different languages.
What their eyes saw was the night sky beyond the bright light.
The waning moon.
Towards the night, towards the stars that also existed in their worlds, their bodies rose.
Instinctively, they understood.
They are being rescued.
No, they are living.
It couldn’t be otherwise.
The light that enveloped them. Within it, they felt a warmth without a trace of malice.
The bright silver mana like a lightning bolt and the red like fire had no intention of attacking.
They only felt the will to get them out of this horrible place.
Bam!
But those who didn’t receive that will.
Those who also rose into the air and fell, quickly recovered and cried out in despair.
“Stop them!”
“Catch them!”
The others also shouted.
Catch those mages!
And catch the sacrifices!
Tens of thousands of believers reacted to those words.
Because they also knew.
“Our night-”
“No! Today is the night of pleasure!”
For them, in their faith, the most important ritual was being ruined.
That couldn’t happen.
And the bishop, thinking that he had to stop this situation, looked around and shouted:
“Saint, we must stop them-!”
But his eyes widened.
Sssss-
The Saint didn’t pay attention to the sacrifices.
He moved the moment the magic was activated.
He left the area of the spell.
He moved in one direction.
The masked man.
Cale.
The Saint ran towards him. He couldn’t help it.
“No!”
For the first time, a desperate voice came out of the Saint’s mouth.
‘How!’
How did he know that?
Even in such an urgent situation, that question arose in his mind.
He couldn’t help it.
Splash.
Cale, who had gotten off the altar, tried to enter the lake.
-Sniff, sniff!
The wind smelled the scent of the sacred object.
-It’s mine……!
Besides, feeling Super Rock’s obsession with the altar.
Cale headed down from the altar and raised his head for a moment.
“This, this guy-!”
The Saint, with butcher knives in both hands, riding the wind, was approaching.
His gray eyes were filled with the “fear of chaos”, but.
-Hmph.
The Dominating Aura snorted.
-He’s not a god, but a Saint.
That’s why.
Cale smiled maliciously at him.
The Saint, who had unleashed all his power in the fear of chaos, could see Cale smiling.
Cale waved his hand.
The valley in chaos.
Moreover, the lights rising into the air.
Splash!
He plunged into the small lagoon.
-Sniff, sniff! An incredible sacred object!
-Pant, pant! Let’s steal the altar too!
Cale could clearly see the small lagoon.
At the bottom.
There, a small swirl of gray wind was spinning.
In the center of the swirl, something could be vaguely seen.
That’s it.
The sacred object gathered for the return of the God of Chaos.
‘Jeje.’
I’ll steal that and run away!
I’ll disappear like a true villain!
Cale happily imagined his escape plan as he moved quickly.
Splash!
He knew the Saint would follow him.
Cale, hearing the sound of the Saint diving, moved faster towards the bottom.
This is almost over.
The Wanderers had already destroyed most of the sacred place and the cult.
While he kept the Saint busy, his companions would rescue the sacrifices.
Choi Han and Raon, outside the canyon, would prepare a way for the sacrifices and their companions to escape.
Yes. This is almost over.
I just need to steal it and run away.
“Huh?”
The CrazyExhibitionist.
He stared fixedly at the canyon where the primordial roots of the Primordial Night had disappeared under the waning moon.
“…Light?”
A silver and red light, harmoniously intertwined, was rising towards the sky.
“People?”
And that light enveloped people who were crying or sighing in relief.
“Magic?”
Yes. The magic was making hundreds of people rise into the air.
“#%&^&.”
“@#%!”
He couldn’t understand what those people were saying.
Can a game be like this?
Is it a mistake?
While thinking distractedly, a voice reached his ears.
“…I feel the power of the sun.”
It was the Holy One.
She, who had been silent until now, spoke.
Staring fixedly at Choi Han and Raon, she said:
“I also feel extremely sinister and evil powers.”
Drip.
The Holy One was sweating cold.
“But definitely, among those enormous powers, there is also the power of the sun. Moreover, the light that envelops those people. That light is warm.”
The Holy One asked:
“Who are you?”
But,
Flap, flap.
Raon was too busy to answer.
-Raon, can you hear me?
The gray sky cleared, and the golden dragon’s voice reached his ears.
-Those people are the sacrifices. We must save them.
The people rising towards the sky.
Raon understood immediately.
“We must save them!”
Flap, flap.
Despite his cute flapping, black mana began to accumulate around the little dragon.
The overwhelming power made the Holy One, the holy knight, and the obsessed with madness, CrazyExhibitionist, hold their breath.
“We will save them!”
Raon spoke with bright eyes.
The Holy One and the holy knight stopped before those pure eyes.
The little dragon, the color of night, was not dark.
The black-haired knight at his side wasn’t either.
It was because both their eyes were too clear.
Whoosh!
Choi Han was already rescuing those who were rising from the canyon.
Raon told the Holy One:
“When I gather the sacrifices, everyone must help!”
Flap, flap!
“We will save the people!”
At that moment, a system window appeared before the CrazyExhibitionist and his friend player.
[Do you accept the ‘Night and Light’ mission?]
[Where there is night, the light shines brighter. Here, night and light are working together to save this world. Will you help them?]
…Save this world?
Is this world in danger?
A glimmer of understanding crossed the CrazyExhibitionist’s eyes.
Suddenly, he saw Raon and Choi Han, and the Holy One and the holy knight who worshipped the God of the Sun.
But-
‘The real place isn’t here.’
He sensed it.
His obsession with madness was activated.
‘It’s below.’
What was happening below.
There, night and light existed.
They were facing the threat of this world.
But, what did it mean for this world to be in danger?
At that moment, a new phrase appeared in the mission window.
[Can you help save this world, this place, this game?]
“Huh?”
This game?
The moment panic appeared in the eyes of the two players.
The Holy One stepped forward and asked.
Her voice was urgent.
“Who are you?”
The moment the Holy One shouted that.
Raon, thinking that saving the sacrifices was the priority and that the situation was urgent, responded while casting magic.
He remembered something Cale had said once.
It was better for him to speak, as Choi Han couldn’t act.
“We are the Kingdom of Darkness!”
The two followers of the God of the Sun.
The two players.
Everyone stopped at that statement.
Raon firmly declared the truth.
“We are very strong!”
We, the Human and our companions, are very strong.
“That’s why we can save them all!”
With eyes as bright as the stars in the night sky, Raon activated his magic. A huge net formed between the canyon, replacing the bridge. That net gently caught the sacrifices that were rising.
“Help us, Holy One, holy knight! And you, humans!”
Choi Han had already launched himself towards the net to get the people out of the canyon faster.
Flap, flap!
Raon told those who were paralyzed:
“Let’s save everyone!”
Seeing those pure eyes, the CrazyExhibitionist moved his hand without realizing it.
[You have accepted the ‘Night and Light’ mission.]
And the Holy One moved.
Uuuu-
A sacred power erupted from her body.
It was a healing power.
The abyss of death of the Demon Kingdom.
There, the black and white light began to sprout.
Crack.
And the Demon Kingdom.
The residents who lived in that despised place began to move slowly in the darkness, responding to those lights.
