Surviving as a Saint in Another World

Infiltrate (4)

The Archbishop felt a strange sensation as he saw a pair of lights staring at him.

The light seemed to reveal every single sin he had committed. Every time the light flickered, it felt as if he was rebuking the sin.

Just before falling into the thought of inadvertently kneeling down and asking for forgiveness, the archbishop raised his holy power instead of kneeling.

There was no hesitation in the archbishop’s actions because he was aware that he had already passed the stage where he would be forgiven for kneeling.

It’s not too late. Deal with those who have invaded here, get rid of all these deadly evidence, and untie the tangled knots one by one.

The archbishop was confident that he could do it well enough.

He himself could not die here yet. He had neither the desire to give up the wealth he had accumulated nor the ‘grace’ of the church.

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Look at this full energy that fills one’s body. It was a fascinating power that could never be given up.

They were pathetic, but there were also devil worshipers who were good at dealing with people, so I didn’t even imagine that I would lose here.

Since the archbishop himself is related to the devil worshipers, he remained silent even when the devil worshippers were discovered and wiped out, but now that things have turned out like this, all you have to do is take care of everything here and exercise your legitimate rights as an archbishop.

If the priests of the different races were moderately praised and said that they would take care of the aftermath, there would be no reason for them to refuse.

If he refuses, that’s an excuse to ask if he has any other intentions.

After all, this is the land of humans. There was no way that the leadership would be taken away unless the saint, who is currently the biggest nuisance of the church, took the side of the priests of the different races.

If the saint really takes the side of the different races, that is the best scenario. Since he created a justification for attacking the saint, saying that he abandoned humans and defended the different races, he would be able to regain the trust of the church headquarters that he lost at once.

“Kwaaak!”

Just before the Archbishop’s attack was realized, the scream of an old man resounded through the stone chamber.

It was the scream of someone close to the head of the demon worshipers hiding in the city.

At the source of the screams, a demon worshiper with his left arm ripped off was hurriedly backing away.

And the agent who was confronting him alternately looked at the devil worshiper’s hand and the devil worshiper in his hand as if he was also unexpected.

“You…what the hell are you. Why do you destroy demonic power so easily?”

The devil worshiper said so in a trembling voice in disbelief.

“This is impossible. The divine and demonic powers are at odds with each other. They can’t be so one-sided!”

The devil worshiper looked around as if seeking an answer to an incomprehensible situation, only to encounter an even more absurd sight.

Fellow demon worshipers were being pushed back by a knight-level personnel with only one drawn sword.

It was absurd. His opponent was a cleric, so it wouldn’t be strange if he had some hidden means, but it was clearly an unreasonable situation for a demon worshiper to be pushed against only one knight-level person.

And the devil worshipers who witnessed their battle from an outsider’s point of view also witnessed an unbelievable sight.

The knight’s sword was literally cutting away the demonic power. The black magic was broken before it could be implemented properly. Just as the clergyman’s fist in front of him had easily shattered his own black magic barrier.

That was impossible. Unless you put divine power in the sword and take advantage of the fact that they are in conflict with each other, no matter how much you use a sword containing mana, there is no way to get black magic. It had to be the level of a superhuman, master level.

The skills of the knights with swords were at the level of the chief knights at best. There was no way that was possible.

The reason why they moved here suddenly came to the devil worshipers’ minds.

Mutation is progressing, but a few experiment subjects. One of the facts that has been found out so far is that there was some energy in the body of the experiment subjects that could counter the demonic power in a very small amount that they did not realize.

It reminded me of the two comrades who died in an instant even though they were protecting themselves by raising enough demonic power.

I didn’t think it was strange because it was an urgent situation where I was ambushed while being caught.

Now that I think about it, it was very strange to die suddenly in one blow.

The demon worshiper’s gaze naturally crossed the agent and turned to the human who was still staring at the door with an awe-inspiring attitude, not even moving.

He probably wouldn’t have felt strange if he hadn’t spent the last few days concentrating on finding out about the weak energy extracted from the test subjects for a long time.

As soon as I saw the energy in those eyes, everything became clear.

The energy emitted by that person was not a normal divine power.

The culprit behind all these incidents they had been searching for so long, the seed of disaster that might bring about their destruction, was right here.

“Sir, saint…! How the hell are you here…! This is a misunderstanding. It’s an obscenity!”

The archbishop’s words barely uttered from behind, as if out of breath, made the devil worshiper’s eyes darken.

Orion’s probationary saint, the one who broke Thorpe’s dagger and disrupted the event?

It was only now that I could understand why Thorpe’s dagger was broken. It was caused by the divine power that was slightly different from that general divine power and possessed an overwhelming affinity with demonic power.

“Abandon all thoughts of surviving! Kill the saint!”

The devil worshiper had a hunch that now was the moment to kill that saint, even at the cost of everything.

At the words of the chief, all the eyes of the devil worshipers went beyond the knight who was dealing with them and turned to the saint.

“Never allow the saint to come close! It could self-destruct, so if you can’t stop it, die with it!”

The agent who heard that was surprised and shouted at the other knight.

The interior of the stone chamber began to fall into greater and greater chaos.

* * *

In my own way, given the nature of the Order, I was confident that the church would have a secret room or door or two, but maybe I was underestimating the Order…

“Looks like there’s a hidden space over there too.”

“Again?”

I was surprised by the secret space once or twice, but there were so many secret rooms and entrances in this church that the nun would react like that later.

This is not a church, but an anthill.

At least it was comforting that the search itself was not difficult because I could confirm the magic or phonology I was casting, so if there were letters floating in the air, I could figure out that there was something there.

I did my best in my own way, but at night, I hid from the priests patrolling and wandered around the area where even the nun’s sister was not allowed to enter, so it seemed impossible to check all the secret rooms until morning at this rate.

In fact, I’ve already found so many dubious secret locations that I had no trouble enacting my plan.

I was ready to give up when the nun’s sister told me that I really didn’t have much time left.

I said so proudly to that kid, and I’m a little sorry. Just a little bit.

In the midst of such thoughts, it was sheer coincidence that the winning lot was drawn.

“What kind of guy has so many secret entrances? Did you really not know any of them?”

“Yeah…I’m a little surprised too.”

The tension when I first started filming the infiltration action was when I started exploring the 20th secret space, where I was relaxed enough to talk like that with the sisters.

Suddenly, the agent silently grabbed my shoulder firmly.

When I turned my head to look at the agent, I saw that he was putting his hand to his mouth.

no way…? As I was thinking about it, the agent began to slowly write letters on my hand.

Demon worshiper. Discovered.

That was enough. I felt the tension that had been released tighten again.

It was confirmed that the agent was not lying, and the fact that the agent was this confident was that there was clear evidence that only the agent had heard. There was no need to doubt it.

Eventually, my delusion becomes reality. This bastard really seems to be hanging out with devil worshipers.

Was it really the archbishop’s individual actions as I had induced, or had the roots of the real church rotted away?

It could be done with pruning right now, but if the roots really rotted, everything I did was just a stopgap.

A tree whose roots have rotted cannot be revived no matter how much it is pruned.

I desperately wanted to get rid of all the saints and run away to the end of the world.

…Let’s solve this first and think about it. In an urgent situation like now, worrying about this is not helpful at all.

I immediately touched the sister in front of me, made them stop for a moment, and then moved the agents and knights forward.

With the communication using the halo of light that the princess had shown, he asked the sisters to keep chatting and proceeded to erase the sound of their footsteps using even holy magic.

Finally, a closed door appeared, and after confirming that the agent nodded, I began to raise my holy power.

After erasing the sound and buffing the agents and knights again, the remaining divine power was at a loss again.

Now that I think about it, the barrier covering the entire slum area was a bit unreasonable…

At the time, it was something I committed because I wanted to solve the situation neatly somehow, but after I committed it, so much divine power was exhausted.

At least he had the holy power that had risen from there after clearing the barrier and passing through Priest Reese’s church to reach here, but even that had just been used up again.

There is a certain amount of divine power that I decided not to use in order not to suffer the risk of dying after using up all of my holy power, but it was literally the same as not having it because I decided not to use it.

Except for that divine power, it was really dangerous.

It was breathtaking, but… I thought as I squeezed that dangerous divine power to the limit. No, I was angry.

You bottom-of-the-line scumbags. If you had shown yourself even a little normal, would I have been so paranoid?

Just search for these incombustible trash!

The holy magic I shot shattered the door and ended the life of someone close to the door.

Before I could properly grasp the situation beyond the door, the agent and the knights jumped out as if they had waited and started fighting, so I had no choice but to stand at the entrance awkwardly.

What if I get in between and get hit by a blind knife?

In the meantime, I also met eyes with a person who was looking this way without participating in the fight like me from inside the stone chamber.

I had never seen his face, and I couldn’t see it because it was dark, but I was able to immediately recognize him as the archbishop through the letters that came to mind.

The bishop next to him must be an aide to the archbishop or something.

They were all killers anyway, so I didn’t wonder any more.

My gaze quickly turned to the archbishop’s back.

Oddly enough, the environment was so dark that even the archbishop’s face could not be seen properly, but the human figure behind the bars behind the archbishop was clearly visible.

In fact, the word human form was absurd. It is because the mutation has already progressed to such an extent that it is difficult to find a place that maintains a human form.

He probably would have concluded that it was too late if he hadn’t seen his name.

ray.

In fact, the name I sold to hide in this church.

The writing was particularly clear.

I’m really alive. It’s really not too late. Now I can proudly brag to that kid that I’m such a great person.

While I was feeling at least a little relieved for some reason, a scream broke out.

He was a devil worshiper who blew off his arm while fighting the agent.

It would have been nice if I had just rushed and accepted death calmly, but why are there so many excuses?

Isn’t it ‘common sense’ that the divine power is a special potion to beat the evil tendency?

If you twist it, shouldn’t you be a priest too? Or become a strong enough guy to ignore compatibility.

While I was being so sarcastic in my heart, the archbishop suddenly began to reveal my identity.

It seems that my face came into view only now.

Even so, you’re dead anyway, son of a b*tch.

But what happened right after that was beyond my expectations.

“Abandon all thoughts of surviving! Kill the saint!”

It’s because the devil worshiper who had been raging until just now turned a blind eye to what he had eaten wrong and began to burn with a strange sense of mission.

“Never allow the saint to come close! It could self-destruct, so if you can’t stop it, die with it!”

A real suicide bomber?

I flinched involuntarily. Actually, I wanted to run away, but there were nuns and sisters behind me, so even that was not possible.

Did you really calculate and aim for this far in this short moment? In a situation where it is difficult for me to escape, you want the devil worshiper to kill me no matter what?

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Looking at the archbishop with such a mind, he was still in a state of panic.

Until recently, he had a burning desire to kill me, but after he knew that I was a saint, he didn’t even know what to do with that.

I was determined to kill it anyway, so does my identity matter?

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Looking at that tail, he doesn’t seem like such a great man.

“Everyone, give your life to Noien! Don’t forget the mission to kill the saint!”

On the other hand, a real frothy-mouthed demon worshiper was mutating into a monster.

Bone and flesh began to grow bizarrely from the cut surface of the body that had just been cut off by the previous knight’s sword. The sword that touched the mutated monster’s body bounced off.

The man who looked like the head of a demon worshiper who had been shouting like crazy had a huge wind hole in his stomach from the agent’s fist, but it started to heal in an instant.

In the meantime, three pairs of unfocused eyes were staring at me precisely.

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Looking at this tail, it seems clear that I am in danger.

No, it’s normal to start with the healer when fighting a gang, but isn’t this a bit off?

Besides, why do villains always have a last resort or something. Can’t you just die quietly?

Whoa!

I can’t see…

Everyone is working hard, but seeing that they are struggling more than I thought, I made a decision.

In fact, I had enough to argue why the villains had a last resort. I had quite a lot of holy power that I promised not to use as insurance.

I didn’t know what unexpected developments would lead if I saved my holy power in this situation.

To be honest, I wouldn’t have come this far if I hadn’t saved my holy power and fired a saint beam at the heads of the remaining 3 people as soon as I came in.

I had to fix it by now.

I can’t help it, let’s release the power of Shin Sung-ryong (none) sealed in my right hand. I’ll show you how your friends died in the slums.

The next moment, a beam of light emitted from the stigma on my right hand spread throughout the stone chamber and began to surround my body.

Nemesis MK.2

Mornings for ordinary priests are early.

In this world, the common people’s normal wake-up time is the dawn just before dawn, when there is no problem in securing sight, but the priests were on the earlier side.

Most priests wake up at a time close to dawn rather than morning, make the bedding, and start offering morning prayers.

The contents of the prayers vary greatly from priest to priest. Some give thanks for welcoming a peaceful morning, some pray for good health during the day, and some offer praise to the world and Orion.

However, for the past few days, the prayer direction of the priests who belonged to the central church was a little different.

Most of them were aware of the recent unsavory rumors spreading, and before receiving more detailed news, they were anxious about the current situation of being cut off from the outside world according to the sudden order of the archbishop.

Thanks to the authority accumulated over a long period of time and the effect of brainwashing, the anxiety did not immediately lead to suspicion of the church, but there were many people who were worried about whether something really happened to the church.

Naturally, they prayed that the ordeal that befell the church would pass safely.

Is it an answer to that prayer or a punishment for the unsavory things that happened in the church?

bang!

A building of the central church, which boasts a long history, heard the sound of being destroyed, and ugly demons and an angel to punish him appeared there.

* * *

“Rita-sama, Liam-sama, Gunther-sama. Please rest in peace for the archbishop who has crossed the irreversible river.”

I pierced a hole in the ceiling of the stone chamber and flew above it, asking the agent and the knights to teach me to kill the coy Archbishop.

“Wait, Ronan Saint Danger…!”

I heard the agent’s panicked voice from below, but I ignored it.

It was an act that took many things into account.

Primarily, it was to bring out the demon worshipers who had now completely turned into monsters and started rampaging inside the stone chamber.

It was easy to lure those monsters anyway because I was the target, so when I flew out of the stone chamber, they ignored the opponent in front of me and started following me.

I was worried for a while that the knights and agents would ignore my request and follow me, but there was no sign of that. You guys, please focus on the archbishop raid.

In fact, the knights were a bit behind, but it was not too much to catch the monster’s ankles, and the agent seemed to be able to deal with the monster if he gave it time, but he didn’t like the time delay.

Even if I tried to intercept them from behind, it was difficult to aim properly as they fought with each other, and there were sisters and other people inside the grate to protect, but there was a risk that the stone chamber would be damaged if they fired a bombardment and missed.

If I had enough divine power, I would have gifted him a saint beam with an auto-tracking option.

Since that was an impossible situation, it was more comfortable for me to deal with it alone in a wide space like in a slum.

I wondered if I was too confident in the subject, who had been afraid of being hit by a blind knife until just now, but I also calculated that there would be no danger if I was flying, as I watched the demon worshipers fight that turned into monsters.

After he became a monster, all he showed was a hardened body, abnormal regenerative powers, and an ugly, weaponized body.

Then it’s an easy win. If you’re flying, the attack itself won’t reach you in the first place. As expected, my efforts to become a righteous thief were not wrong.

Alas, this is what is called the ‘right to air’. In the air, only I can strike and hit one-sided attacks.

If I had maintained my human intellect, I would have been wary of black magic, but look at those monsters who followed me to the ground and watched me screaming as I floated in the air.

What if you have a body close to that of a monster? You can’t fly, and you don’t have any means of long-range attack.

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Like before, when dealing with knights or agents, there might be an advantage, but it wasn’t for me.

Being able to fly in the sky against a flightless beast is an incomparable and overwhelming advantage.

I mean, defeating you would be easier than stealing a child’s ice cream!

Apart from that, there was also an intention to draw attention within the church by creating a commotion.

Indeed, there was no need to act in secret any longer once devil worshipers had been discovered inside the church.

Of course, it was necessary to organize the situation before excessive attention was drawn to prevent the situation from being overinterpreted, but it was more advantageous to publicize the situation under the premise that no casualties would occur from now on.

In addition, there was an intention to lay the groundwork for the clergy and believers in this city to become my supporters, as it would be difficult for the church to prematurely send a successor if the archbishop was slain with the devil worshipers.

I showed the priests inside the church that the head of you colluded with the devil worshipers, and no matter how much brainwashing led them to equate the authority of the church and God, their faith cannot be shaken.

If he’s really not shaken, we’ll have to pick him out as a person of interest. He’s already been brainwashed or something.

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Lastly, if we make a fuss like this, won’t our city troops, who are working overtime all night, come here?

While I was thinking about it, I started to see one or two priests from afar because of the commotion I had created.

So, let’s wrap it up now…?

For a moment I couldn’t help but doubt my eyes.

crackling

Kyaaa!

It was because there was an ominous sound as if clothes were being torn from the backs of the screaming monsters, and then several thin, white things like spider legs protruded from their backs.

Did you create a long-range attack method that doesn’t exist? It seems that the devil lends his power well to his worshipers?

It reminded me of the demon worshipers in the slums who blew their heads off before they could do anything about it.

There’s a good chance the demon worshipers here are stronger than they are… but I’ve never seen a demon worshiper do anything right in the first place!

To say this was a fatal misjudgment… why the hell didn’t they use it in the stone chamber!

Contrary to the expectation that the slender legs, which were probably made of bones and had blackish blood, would attack me directly while floating in the air, they were embedded in the surrounding pillars and statues, and then the body, which had turned into a monster, floated in the air and approached me. Began to do.

…is much more difficult than stealing ice cream from a child?

Embarrassed, I randomly fired a saint beam at the monster’s body and legs and flew higher.

Fortunately, the monsters were still easily smashed by my voice, but legs made of bones continued to protrude from various parts of the body and approached me, locking themselves in the outer wall of the building.

In the end, I broke the ceiling of the building and flew higher.

The main bodies of the demon worshipers who came out through the hole in the ceiling I had broken through the white legs were like marbles made of meat pieces whose original form was difficult to distinguish.

The appearance of a sea urchin with dozens of white legs protruding from the meat ball at the center aroused physiological disgust.

No, now you don’t even have a head, let alone limbs? Where the hell are the vitals?

While I was panicking again, the chunk of meat at the center of the monster swayed and split horizontally.

The appearance of splitting in half and the dense, sharp teeth up and down.

It looked like a monster’s mouth wide open.

And something like a black circle came out of the monster’s mouth…

It was not a rational judgment.

It just reminded me of a similar scene that I saw in an anime or a movie one day, and reflexively raised my divine power to create a barrier in front of me.

Immediately after that, something shot in a straight line from the mouths of the three monsters was blocked by my barrier and disappeared.

I blocked it, but I didn’t even recognize the trajectory until something shot from the monster’s mouth reached me.

The only reason I was able to stop it was because I had constructed a barrier the size of it to protect my entire front before being shot.

Before I knew it, I noticed that a cold sweat was running down my forehead. The blood cooled.

…I could have died. If I had been a little bit later here, I would have really died.

I thought as I looked at the smaller chunks of meat than before.

When the legs made of bones were pulled out of the body, only boneless chunks of meat remained, and the body shrank after a long-range attack close to black magic.

It’s not that these guys can’t use black magic, it’s that they don’t. Because they have to kill me.

Perhaps if the stalemate had continued, it would have turned into a different type of monster than the one I’m seeing.

I had to admit. I was underestimating these devil worshipers.

He was definitely underestimating his opponent because of the tension that was relieved by the church’s continuous shoveling and his track record of eradicating devil worshipers in the slums.

Why did he come up with the idea that he couldn’t use black magic so easily? Is it because of his hideous appearance that doesn’t feel like his intelligence at all?

I was subconsciously arrogant that the agents and knights were rather a hindrance, and that if I stepped forward, I would be able to solve it in an instant.

No, it’s true that it can still be solved. Each of my attacks was still an effective hit, and my barrier can definitely block the enemy’s attack.

But at least it wasn’t something that could be taken lightly by saving divine power or stealing ice cream.

This was not a modern day where, if you lost a fight, you could return home with a bloody nose and kick the futon.

…

good! Reflection is here!

If you don’t die, there’s still a chance to make up for it. This is all you have to do is not make the same mistake. So, let’s be sure from now on.

The meaty midsection shrunk in size after it had just fired something at me.

We can just get rid of that completely. If the whole center thing disappears, then let’s see where the hell it will be played.

I raised most of the remaining divine power as it is.

If you run out of holy power, you risk dying, but if those monsters do something unexpected and get eaten, you’ll die.

So that it can be dealt with reliably in one blow.

Imagine a thunderbolt.

The perception of people in this world, which I learned after the last wing incident, does not assume that there is a god in the sky, so I do not know what the image of the thunderbolt is, but at least for me, it is the clearest and clearest image of divine punishment.

No matter how much I sell my name, no matter how corrupt the clergy are, no matter how monsters destroy the church, God won’t stick a thunderbolt?

Then what should I plug in instead?

The monsters also opened their mouths again, as if they were about to attack again.

I stare at that menacing figure.

Oh, I haven’t decided on the technology name.

With a useless thought, I threw down the holy magic I had implemented.

…

There was no roaring noise that usually follows ordinary lightning. There was no fishy smell spreading around the place where the lightning struck.

It was a holy magic technique that I implemented, but the lightning had already struck me while I wasn’t even aware of it.

When I came to my senses, the chunks of meat that had opened my mouth had disappeared without leaving even a heap of ashes, and the white legs surrounding them were falling down to the floor.

As if lightning had erased even the noise of the world, the whole area was enveloped in silence. Of course, there were no painful screams or desperate screams from the monsters, and the screams of the clergy who panicked at the monsters that appeared on the ceiling of the building also disappeared.

In that silence, I was in the middle of looking around for a piece of the surviving monster that might have remained.

?

My thoughts stopped for a moment as I watched the flapping wings beside me.

By the way, take off your wings. Some people think they can’t take out their wings because they can’t.

For a moment, it was to the point where I couldn’t recognize that the wings were what I had embodied.

…mine?

No, there’s an agent right down there, but what if he sees this and makes a fuss again!

I hurriedly removed the wings again.

Even when flying, the wings were not implemented on purpose, but why the hell were they created all of a sudden?

Now that I think about it, I think I vaguely imagined that image when I was about to strike a thunderbolt.

Apparently, angels come to mind when I think of agents of divine punishment, and I’m restraining myself because of the misunderstanding the agent said, because the image of the angel in me is still a human with wings.

Honestly, I can’t stand wings. How can I stand this?

While I was agonizing between reason and emotion, I saw the priests around the building agitated again and sneaking closer to the building.

It didn’t look like the monsters had survived, and I felt that the moment to bring this story to an end was really near.

I slowly descended into the interior of a building that I couldn’t believe was already functioning.

Where, shall we check to see if our archbishop has gone smoothly?

“How dare you say such shameless things when you hide these orc-transformed humans and demon worshipers in a church.”

“Are you insulting Orion now? This divine power, the grace of Orion, is still with me!”

f*ck.

“So, if you have at least a little bit of honor left from your time as a priest, you should obediently reveal the secret and die. How can you continue to use divine power?”

“Where the hell is that secret? The truth is that I haven’t abandoned my faith in Orion-sama yet.”

pestilence.

Of course, there was no way he would have died innocently.

Ah, suddenly I want to plug in one more thunderbolt.