by Park Saenal
The 1,000 Yatan followers fought. They attacked everyone they saw, regardless if they were NPCs or users.
“Save the people!”
Helplessness! A force that swept everything away! The victims grew as the Yatan believers were like surging waves. But the one-sided damage didn’t last long. It was thank to the Tzedakah Guild’s excellent response.
“What? Someone dares attack in my area? Kyaaack~ spit!”
Toon was easily controlled by Jishuka due to his simple nature. He was head of security in Bairan Village and led the knights and soldiers.
“All of you protect the people. Kyaaack~ spit!”
He ordered the knights and soldiers, before spitting out of habit and jumping into the enemies alone. The Yatan followers? They were just a joke in front of a rare class who was 35th on the unified rankings, ‘Beasts of Prey’ Toon.
“King of the Beasts!”
Toon crossed his long arms equipped with wristblades and used a skill. Then his body changed into a lion. He was almost twice as large as an ordinary male lion.
“Kuang!”
“Heok!”
“Aaaaack~!”
The Yatan followers started to scream. Every time the enormous lion’s paws were swung, bones would break. In addition, the fangs chewed on skulls, killing the believers.
“Shackles of darkness will press on your body!”
While their peers were being attacked, the elders used black magic to summon magic shackles. Then they tied up the body of the great lion.
“Lord of Heaven!”
Toon was unable to endure the dozens of shackles and used another skill. Then his body became smaller and turned into an eagle. The shackles became too loose and Toon escaped through the gap. Then he descended from the sky and his beak pierced the head of a follower. At the same time, he changed into a lion and roared.
“Kuweeeeeoh!”
“Kiyaaaaak!”
Dozens of believers had blood pouring from their ears as they sat down. Toon attacked the necks of the people in pain and they turned into light.
“Kuhahahaha! Rejoice! Fighting is fun!”
“Mister Toon… His personality is strange, but his skills are great.”
On the walls. Laella, the 2nd ranked mixed magician, stared blankly at Toon who was facing the enemies alone before grasping her orb. It was the Dark Magic Orb that was acquired after the Malacus raid. Laella amplified her magic by borrowing its power and fired magic towards the Yatan followers surrounding the soldiers.
“Wrath of the Red Witch.”
Kakakakak!
A powerful pillar was fired in a straight line. The bodies of the believers were instantly burned. The soldiers were saved and thanked Laella. Then they moved and started to save the people.
The east gate.
“Hrmm, are you the cream of the crop?”
Vantner, who had been hunting with a grudge against Grid, ran over after receiving the command. He saw three users dying in front of him.
“Go to hell and become God Yatan’s eternal servant!”
The elders of the Yatan Church wore black robes and were shouting at the users. Vantner rushed forward and wielded his twin axes.
“Keook!”
The bodies of the believers were cut in half and they turned into grey light. The saved users were thrilled.
“Thank you!”
“The number one guardian knight, you protected us! I will boast about it on the Internet!”
“You’re as strong as rumored, Vantner!”
“Hehe, it isn’t such a big deal… Huh?”
Vantner had suffered for a while due to Grid treating him as an insignificant person, so he was pleased about being praised by the users. He was scratching his bald head and laughing when he found Jishuka on the roof of a three-storey building.
Three Yatan elders were approaching behind her while she was busy shooting at the believers. Unlike the ordinary believers, they were wearing robes of different colors.
‘High ranking believers!’
Vantner moved quickly. Then he successfully saved Jishuka, who expressed her disapproval.
“Aren’t you late?”
Jishuka’s white teeth contrasted with her tanned skin. Vantner gave her a thumbs up and shouted, “Leave it to me and just kill all of them!”
“Okay.”
Swaeek!
Truly an expert archer. He couldn’t help admiring her marksmanship every time he saw it. The arrow flew 100m and pierced a follower who was about to murder some residents. Then she fired towards the roof of another building and turned five people chanting a spell into a skewer with only one arrow.
“This is the basics.”
Jishuka was satisfied with her abilities.
“Magicians! Kill the magicians!”
Five high ranking believers moved at once. Their targets were Laella and Zednos, who continued to cast magic from the walls. Then a cold voice was heard in their ears.
“You should always watch your back.”
“…!”
The believers screamed. Someone was behind them?
“Suddenly…? Keok…!”
“Cough!”
Faker. He slit the throats of the five high ranking followers. Blood poured from their throats and the believers collapsed.
“Next…”
Sururuk.
Faker turned his gaze to one side and disappeared using his Stealth skill.
‘I don’t need to worry about the others.’
The north gate.
A boy with a pretty appearance like a girl stood there. He listened to the screams coming from all directions and moved to one side.
Inside a burning mansion. There were people present.
“S-Shit…! What is this? Does it make sense to come to this village, only to die? This is truly unfair!”
“All my hard earned experience will drop…”
“Why do I have to die in this village? Please help…”
Four high ranking elders were driving six users into a corner. The users were seriously injured and about to die, so they were crying or begging for their lives.
Tadat!
Ibellin’s running speed increased. He moved through the open door and jumped on a chair on one side. He fell between the users and believers. Then he pulled out a flamberge that was like the thorny stem of a rose.
“You alone?”
“Who are you?”
Ibellin replied to the believers, “Overgeared No.2.”
It was the name that Vantner gave him. Recently, Vantner had been sarcastically calling Pon Overgeared No.1 and Ibellin Overgeared No.2. Ibellin loved this name.
Seokeok!
The strongest flamberge, the Thorn of Deep Grievance was wielded. The followers reacted quickly and avoided a deep injury.
“This wound… Heok?”
A follower’s face turned blue. It was became the small cut was bleeding in an unbelievable manner.
“A magic sword!”
The followers retreated, on guard against the Thorn of Deep Grievance. Ibellin didn’t let them go. He chased after them persistently.
“It isn’t a magic sword. It’s just cursed.”
Puk! Seokeok!
Due to its distinctive shape, the sword move bizarrely, making it difficult to gauge the scope of the attack. Blood rose like a fountain as screams echoed in the house.
Chapter 151
Chapter 151
“Hrmm.”
The inner sanctum of the castle.
Regas yawned with a relaxed expression. He had a lot of work to do, so he shut off all contact for a fortnight. He was sitting at his desk and looking at his accounts book when he heard that the enemy invaded and ran out.
There was no inspiration.
“It’s fine without me.”
The Yatan believers weren’t even suitable to be training opponents. He was about to head towards the castle when his gaze suddenly shifted towards the sky. Two last rays of light wer
e dropping from the slowly closing teleport gate.
“Are they strong?”
Regas’ eyes shone as he climbed up the stairs then onto the walls. He jumped into the gap between Laella and Zednos, who had been watching the battlefield and supporting the guild members.
“Many people are suffering.”
“Ah…”
“Huh?”
Laella’s shoulders were shaking.
“What is it?”
Magicians had the ability to detect magic power. Laella and Zednos were able to detect the danger before Regas and they replied at the same time.
“Monster.”
“A monster.”
At that moment.
Kwaang!
Two rays fell into the middle of the battlefield. A notification window popped up in front of all users in Bairan Village, including the Tzedakah Guild.
[The Fourth Servant of the Yatan Church, Neberius has appeared.]
[The sound of the flute that contains dark magic flows into your ears.]
[There is a loss of balance and loss of concentration.]
[Evasion rate has fallen to 0%. Accuracy has fallen by 60%. Magic casting speed is two times slower.]
[These effects will last until the sound of the flute stops.]
[The Fifth Servant of the Yatan Church, Balak has appeared.]
[He is a demonkin who controls fire. If you enter within 1m of Balak, you will receive 500 fire damage per second.]
[The flames of a demonkin are like God Yatan’s breath. Yatan has blessed all believers, increasing the stats of the Yatan believers by 50%.]
“…Whoa.”
Regas’s eyes sharpened as he made an admiring sound.
‘It is time to show the result of my training.’
Several months ago, the Tzedakah Guild couldn’t deal with even one servant. But that was the past. The Tzedakah Guild grew faster than others. Now two enemies stronger than Malacus appeared simultaneously, but they didn’t shrink back. Regas was confident, but Zednos, the number one wind magician, was different.
“We should give up on Bairan. It’s better to go to Winston and borrow troops from Lady Irene to recapture it.”
The grey-haired Neberius playing the flute was very frustrating for Zednos. He noticed that there was no chance of winning with the debuffs, which acted as a counter to all physical attack classes as well as magicians.
Laella rebuked him, “Recapture? Zednos, do you think they came to take over this place? No. They simply came to destroy. The moment we abandon this place, it will be turned to ashes. We can’t back down. We must fight and win.”
“It will waste money and time, but can’t we restore the village at any time? Isn’t it better than dying and losing experience and items?”
“Is that the only problem? If we lose, all the NPCs will die.”
In order to rebuild the village, the power of the NPCs (residents) was essential. The buildings could be restored with time and money, but what if there were no residents? It would just be a ghost town. And in the first place, didn’t they learn from Grid that NPCs were no different from humans?
In the end, Zednos agreed, “I understand. We will fight.”
In the guild chat window, Jishuka’s command appeared.
{Everyone converge. Go towards the middle of the village while saving the NPCs.}
“Let’s go.”
The rooftop of a three-storey building. Jishuka delivered the command to the chat window and glanced at Vantner. He acted as her escort as she headed for the narrow alley area. She planned to avoid the enemy’s gaze as much as possible while heading towards her destination.
But they were already Neberius’ targets. The moment they entered the alley, Neberius showed up and blocked the way.
“The power of our church rapidly weakened due to you murdering Malacus. You need to take responsibility for that.”
The old man with grey hair constantly played the flute. Nevertheless, he still spoke with clear pronunciation.
‘Malacus can’t be compared to him.’
Jishuka and Vantner shrank back from the pressure emanating from the old man who wasn’t even 150cm tall. The guild members ran into the alley to protect the two of them.
“Leave this place to us!”
“Vantner, please look after Master!”
“Thank you!”
As an archer, Jishuka couldn’t exert her power when she was close to the enemy. Thus, the Tzedakah Guild always used tactics to protect her. They were doing so even now.
“Let’s go!”
The guild members blocked Neberius’ way while Vantner and Jishuka entered the opposite alley. Then they were disappointed. At the end of the foggy alleyway, ten high ranking believers were waiting for them.
“If you don’t want to die, get lost!”
Vantner needed to protect his master, so he couldn’t be stopped by the poison fog. Vantner advanced through the poison fog and threatened the believers with his twin axes. The believers flinched and were pushed back by his momentum. Vantner used that change to lead Jishuka elsewhere.
They needed to reach their destination. The place where Jishuka could shoot most effectively was on the walls. Vantner was determined to escort Jishuka there, even if he needed to sacrifice his life. But the followers weren’t just watching in silence. They rushed forward as Jishuka left the alleyway.
Jjejeong!
Due to Balak’s passive power, the elders couldn’t be ignored.
“Kuk!”
Black knights were mixed in between the black magicians and they pulled out swords hidden in their robes.
Vantner defended, but his complexion wasn’t good. He was a guardian knight, but he had the worst defense because he invested all his stat points into strength, and his armor wasn’t that good. But he didn’t back down.
“Shit…! This is me! I am a tank destroyer, you scum!”
Vantner used a guardian skill to increase his defense, fighting back against the black knights.
Peeok! Peeok!
Huge strength.
The axes battered at the knights’ swords. However, there were 10 black knights. Vantner was soon surrounded and became bloody.
“Kuoh!”
The black magicians hid among the knights and constantly used curse magic. Vantner wobbled and could barely stand upright. He was frustrated as he confirmed that his health was at the bottom.
‘Protect Jishuka!’ He vowed once again as his courage soared into the sky. But courage alone couldn’t overcome the crisis. ‘I am the worst.’
Jishuka fired an arrow every time Vantner’s weak point was struck, but her expression eventually twisted. She wasn’t able to exert her strength properly due to the constant attacks. Meanwhile, the guild members confronting Neberius in the narrow alley after sending Jishuka and Vantner away were also in a crisis.
Neberius used powerful black magic and they quickly died.
“K-Kuack…!”
“Dirty old…”
The Tzedakah Guild was a group where all members were part of the top 200 unified rankings. Every member was a monster. But it wasn’t enough to threaten the Fourth Servant, Neberius.
“What is with the strength of this dark magic? It has excellent compatibility with all magic power attributes. Some attributes are even enhanced by the dark magic.”
Neberius kindly explained it and summoned a lightning bolt.
Kwa kwa kwa kwang!
The alley was no longer an alley. The nearby buildings simultaneously collapsed. The lightning bolt wrecked havoc.
“You?”
Neberius discovered that the enemies who should’ve died were still alive and his eyes widened. Then a cold voice was heard from the dust.
“I will kill you.”
The number one assassin appeared. He rescued the guild members, then he moved behind Neberius and wielded his dagger. A magician had weak physical abilities and Neberius didn’t possess any defensive skills like Malacus, so he was com
pletely vulnerable to the attack.
But he avoided a fatal wound. It was the sound of the flute. Faker’s accuracy was lowered by 60% so it was slightly off target.
“Hrmm…” Neberius didn’t look relaxed anymore. He touched the wound on his neck and frowned for the first time. “You are quite good?”
“You are good as well.”
The colleagues behind Faker were his constant companions. In the past, they had been helplessly defeated by the monster girl Euphemina and trained even harder after their loss. They were also known as Faker’s group.
Faker communicated the situation through the guild chat window.
{Faker’s group, we are facing Neberius. His magic will be sealed when we draw his attention.}
“Kuk… It’s hard.”
The number one paladin, Toban, was struggling. He was trying to tie up Balak’s feet as much as possible. However, there were limits due to the continuous fire damage. Balak was also strong with the sword and Toban had already allowed several attacks. He boasted the strongest defense and highest health in the guild, but he couldn’t help speaking weakly.
{This is Toban. Balak is so strong that I can’t last much longer. Where is the support from Regas and Pon?}
Laella checked Toban’s words and made a frustrated expression. Regas jumped off the wall to join the battle and Pon had joined after wiping out the followers at the west gate. She could see their situation from the wall and it wasn’t that good.
Laella explained the situation.
{The elders are focusing on Pon and Regas. I am supporting them with magic, but it seems hard for them to leave.}
“This…”
Toban trembled. How good would it be if Grid was here right now? But there was no point in wishful thinking.
{Ah… How rotten. Being Jishuka’s protector is very arduous. If only Grid made my armor… Damn.}
Vantner started to grumble as he reached his limit. It was a total crisis. However, the strength of the Tzedakah Guild was very scary.
“I’ve taken care of all the followers here. How about it? Should we help you? Kyaaack~ spit! How strong is a demonkin? Kukuk!”
The three new people who joined the guild, including Toon, assisted Toban with Balak. Faker could also take a breath.
“I came!”
It was Ibellin. The guild was scattered so he added his strength to Faker’s group. Neberius was repeatedly unable to use magic. But the good atmosphere didn’t last long.
