Damn Necromancer

Chapter 435: A Vulgar Bastard

"For the light! Death to the heretics!"

The shouts of the believers of radiance echoing across the dry plateau.

Their eyes were clouded dull due to hardship and hunger, but their footsteps were as rough and fierce as a wild beast's.

Having tasted Seferin's holy miracles, they were already in a state of having no doubt that pain and hunger were trials toward the light.

It was exactly the moment that holy charge, unsparing even of death, was about to cross the midpoint of the canyon.

Chiiiiiik―!

The direction of the wind changed, and the smell of steaks grilling right in the middle of the battlefield struck the fanatics' faction head-on. The violent olfactory feast mingling and spewing from the large grills.

"……!"

In an instant, the fiercely charging footsteps of the believers stopped like a lie.

Kkorreureureureuk―!

A sound like thunder.

No, it was a massive outcry of stomachs echoing throughout the canyon. The fierce stomach growl bursting simultaneously from the bellies of thousands of people swallowed up the holy shouts of the believers in a single breath.

"U-ugh……."

"The saliva, the saliva won't stop……."

"I'm hungry……."

Sticky saliva began to drip from the believers' mouths.

Even though they had stayed by Seferin's side and gained mental cultivation and satisfaction, there was nothing they could do about the instinctive hunger of physical bodies that had starved for days on end.

Their survival instinct, having starved without even spending points to buy food claiming material things were greed, detonated its primer with a single hit of that smell.

Taking advantage of the strangely frozen momentum of the battlefield, the beastkin Nasar stepped forward grandly holding a massive meat skewer.

"Hey~ brothers. Is there a need to fight and see blood like that?"

A tone like an overly friendly neighborhood butcher. One believer, fully venomous, shouted with bloodshot eyes.

"What bullshit are you spouting! The mission of the trial is a faction war of the Dead versus Radiance! We only win if we kill you heretics and destroy your sacred relic!"

Nasar clicked his tongue tteut-tteut and shook his head.

"Oh my, you frustrating folks. You didn't read the system message properly, did you? There is no mention anywhere that we must fight and kill each other."

"……What?"

"Think about it. What if you guys convert and enter as our Cult's subcontractors? The factions unite into one, so we clear the trial without needing to fight, no?"

The believers' pupils wavered for a moment.

'……Wait?'

'Thinking about it, maybe he's not entirely wrong?'

What was the rule of the 3rd trial.

Defend the sacred relic granted to their faction and destroy the sacred relic of the enemy faction.

Just as that lion-head said, what if one side converted and the forces entirely leaned to one side?

They would pass this trial without a massive fight needing to break out.

On top of that, it said a massive amount of points would be given upon victory, so the benefits would be sweet.

However, the fanatic commander perfectly steeped in Seferin struggled to shake his head and raised his sword.

"D-do you think we'd fall for such a shallow trick! We just have to kill you all and snatch all that food!"

A shout treating the Death Cult like foolish idiots.

However, Nasar rather looked at them with pitiful eyes and snorted.

"Brothers, let me seriously ask you just one thing."

Nasar took a bite of the thick steak on the skewer.

At the sight of meat juice dripping down, the believers' Adam's apples bobbed wildly.

"Why did you brothers come here in the first place? The Ascension Ritual. Literally, didn't you come to go up alive? You didn't come to die a meaningless death on the street while proving your precious faith, right."

"Th-that is true……!"

"Then going up alive with your limbs intact without a single scratch on your body is the best, isn't it?"

Nasar pointed toward District 1's bench area with greasy hands.

"I'm telling you that amazing method is right before your eyes right now. If you brothers submit your employment papers to our side and become one family, there's no need for knife fights, and that mountain of meat over there is an infinite refill. Isn't that right?"

"Uh, uheo……."

An overly intuitive and rational capitalistic logic. A perfect persuasiveness enough to temporarily halt even brainwashed brains caused the weapons of the believers standing at the very front to droop minutely.

At that time, a fanatic who barely held onto the string of his reason shouted filled with malice.

"I-if you like peace so much, conversely, you guys can just convert to our Faction of Light!"

Hearing those words, Nasar.

No, the entire subcontractor workforce of District 1 burst into a chuckle as if it was absurd.

"No, brother. Do you have no common sense?"

"Wh-what?"

"Our Boss is a billionaire with points rotting and overflowing. As soon as we came, he fed us meat, sprinkled elixirs on us, and even revived us when we died. I'm telling you, the welfare puts the Heavenly Realm to shame. Didn't you folks see it clearly with your own two eyes in the rest stop too?"

At Nasar's words, the fanatics simultaneously shut their mouths.

They saw it.

They clearly saw it.

The food party unfolding boldly in the middle of the rest stop.

The sight of the District 1 bastards rolling around with ecstatic expressions, smearing grease on their mouths between mountains of meat and elixirs.

It was a scenery of a different dimension, unbelievable that they had entered the same trial.

Nasar, spouting bone-striking facts, smiled brightly.

"But what exactly does your leader give? By the looks of it, it seems he gives a ton of mental education, but for all that, is he at least feeding you properly?"

"……."

A moment of harsh reality realization.

The believers' pupils wavered violently as if an earthquake had struck.

The Great Light. Holy Salvation. Endurance of Pain.

They were all good words. The grace of the Higher Angel Seferin certainly gave peace of mind.

But before Nasar's factual violence, they realized.

The bone-chilling reality that while that cult over there gives substantial food and money, their own cult is forcing passion pay.

Chaenggeurang―!

An old sword dropped from someone's hand onto the floor with a tuk.

Of course, there certainly existed fanatics whose souls were completely steeped in Seferin.

But that was a story strictly limited to a portion.

The majority of the 5,000 gathered in District 7 were merely moved after witnessing Seferin's miracles in the rest stop, and were far from a fanaticism that would grind their lives away.

Although they gathered under the grandiose banner of the Apostle of Radiance, if you look into it, they were just swept by the atmosphere and stood in that line.

'……Do I really have to?'

'Do I have to risk my life and fight even in this situation?'

Their stomachs were completely empty, and the smell of meat vibrated at the tips of their noses.

And before their eyes, the ones they called enemies were offering infinite refills of steak.

It was an all too natural sequence for the hearts of ordinary survivors without deep faith to waver.

"I, I want to eat…… meat……."

"I haven't eaten for days, to hell with faith, let's just eat!"

"I, I'm going to that side! I'll convert! Please hire me!"

The ranks of the ordinary survivors were the first to begin crumbling.

As they hurriedly threw away their weapons and rushed forward as if crawling toward the smell of meat, even the true fanatics who had been raising their voices at the front line began to waver with dazed expressions.

'Light or whatever, I want to fill my belly first.'

It was the most overwhelming intrinsic desire of living creatures that even those touched by Seferin's authority could not completely block.

"……."

The battlefield, which should have seen a blood-splattering holy war break out, was transforming into the Death Cult's large-scale new employee recruitment briefing session in just 5 minutes.

It was when the fanatics were taking a step closer toward the steaks, losing their minds.

"……Pitiful souls."

Overlooking all this sight from above the cliff, Seferin's lips trembled pareureu.

Resolute sense of duty. Sublime self-sacrifice.

And the noble will of a Higher Angel to protect the system.

All of that was on the verge of shattering to pieces from a single hit of vulgar capitalistic meat smell.

"How dare they try to mock the true light with material greed."

Kugugugu―!

The golden staff held by Seferin spewed a blinding light like the sun. In an instant, a massive divine power crushing the entire canyon exploded.

The footsteps of the ordinary survivors, who had gone crazy with hunger and were crawling toward the meat, were pinned down as if shackled.

"Ah, ugh……!"

"The light…… the light is punishing us……!"

Seferin's grace, which had been warm, turned into a piercing pressure and began to constrict the minds of the District 7 believers.

Those mesmerized by the smell of meat collapsed to the floor complaining of headaches, and the wavering fanatics soon lost focus again and mechanically raised their swords.

"Faith is not such a shallow thing that can be sold for a mere piece of meat."

Seferin's voice echoed through the canyon like a thunderbolt.

His cool gaze pierced through the ranks of thousands and accurately fixed on Kim Minwoo sitting on the bench.

When they first faced each other at the rest stop, he had responded to Kim Minwoo's blatant provocation with an unfathomable smile.

But right now, a clear murderous intent was boiling in Seferin's blue pupils.

"Your vulgar tricks end here."

Kwaaaaang―!

Seferin swung his golden staff down in the empty air.

Following that trajectory, the very space of the canyon contorted as if tearing apart, and a storm of light poured down toward Kim Minwoo like carpet bombing.

The status it spewed was qualitatively different from what he had seen in the rest stop. Cedric swung his cane like lightning and blocked the front. At the same time, Merhen's magic barrier, Vulcan's explosive flame, and Olivia's blood membrane enveloped Kim Minwoo's front in layers.

Kim Minwoo also drew Hell Rhapsody and swung the aura of the dead around the sword body.

Kwaaaaang―!

With a massive explosion sound, the canyon fluctuated.

Even though the four Legion Commanders and Kim Minwoo blocked it with all their might, the rushing pressure of light was extraordinary.

"……He's quite strong?"

Looking at the blinding cluster of light pouring down beyond the barrier, Kim Minwoo narrowed his eyes.

It was more overwhelming than any enemy he had faced entering this stage of trials. It was an ignorant firepower that could lightly slap the cheeks of even that haughty True Blood Duke.

'If this is a normal participant, I'll boil my hands in soy sauce.'

He had roughly grasped the level of the Ascension Ritual by looking at the participants. Even those who were flying high on their planets were at best at the level of a Lower God.

On the other hand, that Apostle of Radiance or whatever possessed a power exceeding an Intermediate God.

That thing was merely wearing the shell of a challenger…….

'Did the system side intervene?'

Well, it had been too easy so far anyway.

"……Well, it should be at least this much."

No matter if the opponent is a Higher Angel, in a sealed and weakened state, there was no need for him to handle it alone.

Because that was exactly the most excellent advantage of the Necromancer class.

Kim Minwoo looked up at Seferin spewing infinite light from above the cliff and gestured with his chin toward the Legion Commanders.

"Let's go. Let's deal with him."

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