How the Cult Saves the World

Khalid put force into the hand that had seized Rawin's leg. Rawin panicked and tried to pull his leg free, but Khalid's enormous grip wouldn't release him.

"Ngh—!"

Strong pain radiated from the leg caught in Khalid's hand. Rawin hurriedly reached out and unleashed white holy power toward Khalid. But the amount was small, and Khalid evaded it with ease.

"I told you. You're nothing but a fledgling."

Khalid gave a snort of amusement as he spoke. But his gaze was far too cold. Khalid put force into his grip as if about to break Rawin's leg. Rawin was momentarily gripped with terror.

That the actions he had taken to be of use in this battle would flow in this direction—he hadn't anticipated it at all. Rawin had thought himself truly strong, and that thought was actually correct.

But Rawin had a chronic tendency to tense up over anything related to his only friend, Revelof. That had been his undoing. Rawin looked at Khalid helplessly. But right at that moment—

"Snap out of it!"

A sharp voice from a short distance away that jolted his senses, and something came rushing fast. It then instantly aimed for Khalid's shoulder and closed in.

Clang—!

Because of that, Khalid released Rawin's leg and fell back. And Khalid swung his whip to clash with the approaching sword. The sudden development made Rawin's eyes go wide.

'That is......'

The one who had saved him was one of the young Kyros Church officers—one Rawin had barely ever exchanged words with. After converting to Kyros Church, Rawin hadn't gotten close to the officers.

Rawin himself knew well the sins he had committed, and the biggest reason he had converted to Kyros Church was still Revelof.

The guilt made it even harder to approach the other officers. He had been managing not to let it bother him much on the surface—but in truth, it had been hard.

In Kyros Church's main base where Rawin stayed, many officers came and went, and among them he had frequently run into the young officers closest to Revelof.

Every time that happened, Rawin hadn't known how to face them and had just ignored them. But right now, Rawin deeply regretted having ignored them.

Because the one who had just saved Rawin was none other than Chester, one of the young officers.

"Oh ho, so it's that brat from back then."

Khalid also remembered Chester. Because they had met once before, long ago, in the Dark Wolf Forest. Back then Chester had been nothing but an impudent little kid—but Chester, met again after a long time, had changed considerably.

A glint of interest appeared in Khalid's eyes. His opponent had increased from one to two, but he didn't particularly care. Like how a bug going from one to two doesn't provoke fear. Khalid simply looked at the two of them with deep curiosity and spoke.

"Ha ha, well...... this is interesting."

Khalid raised only the corner of his mouth and kept his eyes cold. He lightly cracked his neck to both sides and spoke in a cold voice.

"......You know, don't you. I don't leave ugly things alive."

The next moment, Khalid disappeared from in front of the two. But Rawin no longer felt any fear. And the same was true of Chester.

Chester, who had been training for a long time, gripped his sword with an unshakeable heart. The next moment, Khalid's presence was felt from the sky. Chester swiftly sliced the whip coming from above with his sword.

"......!"

For a moment, surprise was written in Khalid's eyes. And this was a kind of signal. One announcing the end of the war.

"Grraaah......!"

Crunch—!

Sixth Apostle Meos watched the enhanced soldiers he had created being rapidly killed by the black panther and smiled with great satisfaction. His face was full of joy and delight.

'Just as I thought, I like this.'

Troy's combat ability after transforming into a black panther the moment battle began had been beyond his imagination. Because he had already dispatched more than half of the enhanced soldiers he had created in an instant.

'If only I could tame that beast well......'

Meos smiled contentedly and began summoning more enhanced soldiers. Dark energy rippled across his body, and the next moment, a black portal opened behind him and grotesque creatures began appearing.

At first it was the enhanced soldiers summoned a moment ago—but after them came horrible hybrids of two or three humans, beastkin, or monsters all mixed together.

Contempt mixed into the eyes of Troy, who had almost finished dealing with the enhanced soldiers. Meos, who had committed such merciless experiments, struck him as utterly abhorrent. But Troy felt an instinctive sensation from those hybrids that came charging, not stopping even as they died.

'Those things are......'

They weren't simply irritating-level nuisances. Each one radiated energy stronger than their controller, the Sixth Apostle Meos. Perhaps even to the degree that Troy alone couldn't possibly handle them.

"Go, my children."

"Kraah—!"

"Skreee!"

With Meos's command the hybrids began rushing in. For now, Troy threw himself into the battle with full effort. Concentrating all his senses, he dodged the hybrids' attacks and made only certain strikes.

He had dispatched several that way, but the remaining three were making things very difficult for him. They were hybrids of beastkin and humans, with bodies more than twice the size of ordinary humans. The horrifying yet simultaneously pitiable sight made Troy unable to easily continue attacking.

But right at that moment, someone launched a sword strike. It was someone who, through unceasing effort not long ago, had reached the realm of Swordmaster. And simultaneously, a man who had received personal training from Helena Holden.

"It seems you could use some help."

It was Sevenus Holden. He had known that a day like this might come, and had been doing everything he could to prepare for it.

And as a result, he had finally reached the realm of Swordmaster, and had even received a touch of power from Kyros. Revelof had known this as well, of course.

Which was why Revelof had been able to trust his group more and head for the territory.

"You are......"

"No need for many words. It just means we need to give those poor souls some peace."

At Sevenus's words, Troy was slightly surprised. They didn't have much in common, but from only a brief exchange of words, Troy sensed that Sevenus was a good person.

"Then let's go."

With those brief words from Sevenus, the two's battle began again.

Whoosh—!

A holy power-imbued arrow flew from Zain's hand. But the arrow was blocked directly by the energy Emily released.

'This much isn't enough.'

Zain swallowed hard and observed his sister's situation. Emily was still looking at Zain with cold eyes. And she took his attack without a care.

'But she's not attacking me......'

A glimmer of hope rose in Zain's mind. Maybe he could save his sister. But that glimmer of hope was extinguished in an instant.

Because dark energy began welling up across Emily's entire body. Seeing it, Zain understood right away that she was about to use her power in earnest.

'Did she just let me have that for free until now?'

Zain's expression gradually twisted. He might really have to risk his life in battle against his own sister. Thinking that, tears felt as if they could fall at any moment.

But Zain forced his emotions down and looked at Emily before him. He desperately wanted to subdue Emily without a scratch. And just as the thought crossed his mind that if he could show her to Revelof, maybe her brainwashing could be undone—

Crack—

Emily took up a familiar stance. Just as Zain had a moment ago, she took up the stance of an archer. Clearly there was nothing in her hands. But shortly after, dark energy gathered gradually and formed the shape of a bow, even creating an arrow.

Twang—!

The arrow Emily fired flew toward Zain at tremendous speed. The moment Zain saw it, he sensed his own death. Because the arrow fired by his sister was several times faster than his own.

"......I'm sorry, Sister."

For not saving you. For not being able to help you. For being a useless brother. Zain formed a self-deprecating smile and closed his eyes. But right at that moment—

"It's too soon to give up."

A small but clear voice came in front of Zain. When he opened his eyes, a palm-sized fairy with green hair and green eyes was standing before him.

It was the Spirit of Life, Phinis. Phinis stood in front of Zain with both arms spread, blocking the attack. The sacred power that emanated from the Spirit of Life had annihilated Emily's black arrow.

"You are......"

"Nice to meet you. I am Phinis, the Spirit of Life."

Phinis greeted Zain with a beautiful smile. Then looked at Emily with a bitter face. Phinis spoke in a clear voice.

"That person is...... suffering greatly, stained by the power of evil."

"Is that true?"

At Phinis's words, Zain's pupils wavered greatly.

"Yes. I can hear it. The cry of her soul. She is desperately crying out to you and me for help."

"......Oh, god."

At those words, Zain's eyes went red in an instant. Phinis looked at him pitiably at the sight, then steeled her heart.

"There's no time for tears right now. I will lend you my power. So that you can save her soul."

Phinis said firmly and came to sit on Zain's shoulder. Then when Phinis closed her eyes, a pale green energy flowed from the spirit's body. And that light was absorbed into Zain's body.

"This power......"

Zain looked at his body shining with faint green light with surprised eyes. He felt a sense of vitality and simultaneously as if his whole body were being purified.

And Zain understood that right now, he needed to draw his bow. He quickly took up his shooting stance. Simultaneously, Emily took up the same stance as him.

'Sister......'

Zain looked straight at Emily and fired. Just the same, an arrow was fired from Emily.

Twang—!

Two arrows flew rapidly, cleaving through the air.

Zain closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, the shape of the battle between Second Apostle Rine and Helena Holden was proceeding in quite a strange manner.

"How dare you look down on me!"

Because Helena Holden, who had opened the holy power she held, was essentially playing with the Second Apostle.

Having once shown her emotions, the Second Apostle was easy to shake with Helena's experience, and dealing with someone whose mind was shaken was even easier.

And watching all of it was someone—

'That's our Grandmother......!'

It was Sasha, whose eyes were burning with jealousy.

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