The Life of a Wise Cult Leader - Chapter 169

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Chapter 169

 

Kalebrin’s fingertips began to burn black like charcoal.

 

As she thrust her fingers deep into the skull’s eye sockets, flesh tore and her fingernails fell to the floor with a clatter.

 

She opened her mouth.

 

“Your throne shall soon become your grave. From the highest place, you will meet your death most miserably and disgracefully at the hands of one you despised.”

 

Kalebrin’s hand was black to the first knuckle.

 

As she gripped the skull with that hand and spat out curses, her fingernails began falling off on their own.

 

“Blinded by your own light, the heat you emit will burn you, and your brilliant glory will scatter as ash. Let rust corrode every joint of your bones and make every breath you take become hellfire. Fall, shatter, and die miserably.”

 

It wasn’t a simple curse.

 

“The god’s name will be erased, forgotten, and crumbled, making you less than a criminal in the marketplace, less than an ant. In the end, no one will remember that you ever existed.”

 

It was closer to a prophecy.

 

“You, Lumensia. Meet your doom.”

 

It was closer to a verdict and a sentence.

 

[How dare you!]

 

What Kalebrin had done was not grasping the god’s hand, but an act that tarnished the god’s name.

 

Kalebrin, who could be said to have delivered the most decisive blow in a way, collapsed like a puppet with cut strings.

 

Blue water began flowing from the eyes of Lumensia floating in the sky. It was like tears shed by the azure sky itself.

 

Lumensia decided to kill everyone here, even if it meant overexerting herself.

 

If she overexerted her power this time to massacre all those who witnessed this scene and then gathered faith, she could recover in at least 50 years.

 

No, wait.

 

If only that bastard wasn’t here.

 

If only that damned god disappeared, they would leave for another world. Only that kind of god would struggle desperately to protect this failing world – it had nothing to do with her at all.

 

Those fools are the idiots for trying to protect such a rotting world!

 

The hesitating hand once again descended rapidly toward the ground.

 

*

 

Meanwhile.

 

While they were doing their utmost to stop Lumensia.

 

The Ascetic. No, the god who had become the Savior was bringing out four wings.

 

The current body should have a total of eight wings, so it could be said that about half had been resurrected.

 

But how much longer could they hold out?

 

The limit was clear.

 

Mortals and immortals.

 

No matter how exceptional the Commander might be, as long as they were mortal, they could not defy a god – they would be the first to show their limits.

 

How much longer could they hold out? One minute? Thirty seconds? No, the moment that giant palm touches them, it’s total annihilation.

 

The Savior abandoned perfect descent.

 

Pulling out the roots of the underdeveloped wings, he forcibly completed the form he had been shaping.

 

White silk veil flowing down to his feet. Jagged radiance rotating behind his head, and behind his elongated limbs were four feathered wings and four wings that were merely pitiful skeletal frames.

 

The bell that had hung at his waist in life had transformed into a platinum bell with ornate engravings.

 

The bell that had made no sound now produced clear, pure tones when held in the Savior’s hand.

 

As the bell’s sound rang out, people startled as if hearing an alarm clock, and those who had fallen regained consciousness.

 

“Gasp.”

 

The Commander came to his senses.

 

The Savior standing upright where he had killed him reached out into the void. Then a giant scale appeared.

 

Clang-

 

The bell rang again.

 

[Noisy! Noisy, I said it’s noisy…!]

 

The eye embedded in the sun opened wide. Lumensia screamed frantically. The light beam about to be fired lost its form and became blurred.

 

The pure white veil covering the pitch-black face stirred. Though his lips remained still, the Ascetic’s voice resounded across the earth.

 

{The sin of reigning as this world’s god while making deals with demons.}

 

The left plate of the scale sank down with a thud as if a lump of metal had been placed on it.

 

{The sin of deceiving the creatures who believed in and followed you, and abandoning them.}

 

The Savior gazed at the scale with indifferent eyes and recited the next judgment. Once again the scale tilted.

 

{You deserve the ultimate punishment…}

 

Eight wings spread out. Half were wings with barely skeletal frames in place.

 

The scale he was holding crashed down and the azure night sky shattered.

 

As night descended, the god’s hand that seemed ready to crush the world at any moment crumbled like powder.

 

{I shall bring down punishment.}

 

The sun set.

 

*

 

The entire world turned pitch black. It was complete darkness, but people felt no fear in it.

 

The cozy warmth of being buried in a snow field on a winter day.

 

The darkness was gently embracing them.

 

Where the sun had disappeared, the god of darkness descended.

 

Lumensia’s shattered body fell from the sky like snow.

 

The plaza was as quiet as a mouse.

 

The Savior raised the scale high. And shouted.

 

{Now I declare this place my sanctuary.}

 

Golden light spread out. It was a different gold from the harsh sun’s color, a gentle gold like moonlight.

 

{All interference from Outer Gods will be blocked…}

 

Like a barrier surrounding the Empire, a pale golden barrier began to weave together in a 1km radius centered on this plaza.

 

{No fear or sorrow shall harm you.}

 

The Savior who lowered his hand spoke the incantation with difficulty.

 

{You will be freed from all oppression and bondage, and the dead will finally obtain peaceful rest.}

 

When the pale golden dome-shaped barrier was completed, stars began orbiting around this area.

 

It was a fantastic sight.

 

But the humans kept their mouths firmly shut. Before the overwhelming spectacle of defeating a god, even cheers were a luxury.

 

Only crushing fear and awe were choking their throats.

 

People awakened by the Savior’s bell sound gazed blankly at the sky.

 

The Savior, now a 3-meter giant, slowly turned his head. Platinum furnace-like eyes swept over the ruined plaza.

 

Kalebrin, who had grabbed her head and risen while holding Yelena’s hand, looked at what ‘had been’ the Ascetic standing alone in the center.

 

“Will he… remember?”

 

“…He’s the Ascetic. He’ll be fine.”

 

Kalebrin, who spoke clearly, wiped her nose. Normally, the blood would have disappeared cleanly at the Ascetic’s touch as soon as it appeared…

 

The fallen Celestia too, and Harmony’s Conductor who had paid the price for presumptuously trying to control a god’s strike – none of them could get up.

 

Normally they would have awakened cleanly.

 

‘It must be because he overexerted himself too much…?’

 

Kalebrin deliberately didn’t tidy her disheveled hair and approached the podium where the guillotine stood, still covered in blood.

 

Kalebrin walked between the fallen people and the crowd sitting in a daze. Yelena hurriedly grabbed Kalebrin’s hand.

 

“Let’s go together.”

 

Cardil was too busy treating the injured to spare them even a glance.

 

Because there was an absolute shortage of priests to treat the fallen, he was treating people with a nosebleed despite having overused his power.

 

“Aren’t you coming with us?”

 

Yelena asked Erendor, who was sitting.

 

“What for. I’m not even a good person.”

 

Erendor, whose ribs and leg bones were broken, said.

 

“That’s true.”

 

She answered awkwardly after seeing Erendor’s condition. What the Ascetic had done was merely emergency treatment. The power to keep those on the verge of death barely alive.

 

He probably lacked the strength to provide perfect healing like before.

 

She looked at the Ascetic on the podium.

 

The still-nameless half-formed god was struggling to fold his wings back behind him.

 

From behind the Savior’s back, that thick black liquid I saw earlier flowed out like blood.

 

The blood that sparkled when it received the brilliant light looked like the Milky Way flowing out.

 

Even though his expression wasn’t visible and only his burning bright yellow eyes could be seen, God looked quite exhausted.

 

Thud, thud.

 

Just as Kalebrin and Yelena were about to climb onto the podium.

 

As if teleporting, a prior occupant had already appeared on the podium.

 

“Oh, Mother.”

 

“…Widow?”

 

Yelena and Kalebrin belatedly noticed her presence.

 

The ‘Widow’ circled around the Savior with her usual pitch-black veil draped over her.

 

The Widow in her pitch-black dress and the completely white Savior.

 

The Widow took hold of the Savior’s hand and pulled it. The 3-meter giant deity obediently offered his hand.

 

The long, pure white, wax-like hand was only half the size of the Widow’s upper body. When that large hand spread open, it looked like it could blow the Widow’s head off in an instant.

 

“Finally…”

 

Through the veil, an ecstasy like madness could be seen.

 

“Finally my very own god…!”

 

The Widow trembled in ecstasy. She rubbed her cheek against the Savior’s hand, which was larger than her face, enjoying the result of this situation.

 

“Ahh… What should I call you now? What Divine Power did you receive? What concept do you govern? From how you judged sins earlier, is it Divine Judgment? Or condemnation? Or perhaps…”

 

The Savior did not reject the Widow’s touch. He simply continued standing silently on the podium.

 

“Darkness? Yes, since you covered the sun, it must be darkness…”

 

“Mother! Please stop now…”

 

Yelena tried to stop the Widow who was in a strange mood, but she paid no attention.

 

“From the wings I saw earlier, it seems you weren’t properly born as a god. It can’t be helped… If we had bought more time, you would have died too. Come, this Teacher will guide you properly.”

 

The white veil draped over the Savior slowly melted like candle wax.

 

“…?”

 

Incomplete Resurrection.

 

The Divine Power of the god of darkness used in that situation and the excessive force.

 

The god’s body created from faith and made with Divine Power slowly collapsed.

 

“No…!”

 

The Widow, who hastily caught the body that had melted like candle wax with both hands, screamed unlike herself.

 

She fumbled with the collapsing Savior, having lost her composure. However, the Savior gradually melted away like a candlestick left in fire too long.

 

“The Ascetic… Why, why is this happening, Mother…!”

 

Yelena ran to the Ascetic, abandoning even her halberd. Kalebrin explained in a disheveled state.

 

“The, the body wasn’t properly made, and he, he used more power than he could handle… that’s why…”

 

The more the Widow grasped, the more it slipped futilely through her fingers.

 

She was quick to assess the situation.

 

Teacher picked up the demon that was crawling around below the podium.

 

“You, damn woman…!”

 

It was the demon who had been punished along with Lumensia.

 

Being bound by contract, it was recognized as one entity with Lumensia and received his punishment.

 

“This damn Lumensia!”

 

Teacher bound the resisting demon with threads and threw it onto the altar where they had intended to place the Ascetic’s head.

 

“Let go of this! You insignificant being!”

 

Without any response, she turned around and walked toward Kalebrin.

 

Then she wiped Kalebrin’s blood-covered face with the sleeve of her black dress.

 

“Now, Kalebrin. You can do it, right? The Sacrificial Offering Ritual. If you don’t do it, Cel will die. He won’t come back. You can do it, right?”

 

“…When you were trying to kill me, that was when.”

 

She gripped Kalebrin’s shoulders firmly. The green eyes visible through the veil looked as if they would devour Kalebrin.

 

“So. Won’t you do it?”

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