How A Mythical Holy Knight Lives As A Villain (Novel) - Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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“Yu-baek’s brother, I’ll go save him while you…”
“…That won’t be necessary.”
Kim Cheon-seok’s face twisted at Yu-baek’s words.
“I didn’t think you were like this, you’re really heartless. Just stop talking and…”
“I said that won’t be necessary.”
Only then could Kim Cheon-seok properly see Yu-baek’s face.
A face filled with ecstasy, as if having received a Divine revelation.
Crack!
When he turned at the sound that followed.
“…What…?”
He witnessed part of the red wave being torn apart.
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Red Orcs charging towards him.
“What…!”
“Impossible…!”
Behind them, both Baekgang and Shield seemed bewildered by how different these Orcs were from the ones they had faced before.
Not just their numbers, but the ferocity and intensity emanating from each individual was incomparable to the Orcs they had encountered before.
However, it was different for Go Johan.
“Poor things.”
To Go Johan’s eyes, they were merely pitiful.
Crack.
So this was.
Crack!
Simply giving them peace.
[Space Slash]
This was the technique named by the Goddess when Go Johan succeeded in dividing sin and curse, quantifying part of himself.
It was the technique he had mainly used from the beginning, grabbing and tearing apart the intricately intertwined threads of the world to completely rip apart that space.
Kwaaang!
The front line of Red Orcs was split apart in that instant.
“Even now, you remain slaves.”
Go Johan said.
Red Orcs, they were incredibly fierce Orcs.
Unlike Orcs who called themselves warriors, these were originally more docile ones.
Those who wanted to interact and coexist with humans.
However, their fellow Orcs branded them as traitors and hunted them.
And to those who didn’t want to fight.
“Really…”
Crack.
“You’re such an unlovable kind.”
They placed tribal tattoos and curses on them, turning them into monsters that only desired slaughter in their frenzy.
That’s what these Red Orcs were.
Even though they had become part of the demon realm and demons’ pawns, as if in agony.
Kuwooooo!
To those who rushed in like moths to a flame, only wishing for death.
Woong.
Go Johan granted them peace.
Though he was no longer a Holy Knight or knight now, this was the only mercy Go Johan could offer.
Crack!
With another gesture, over a hundred Red Orc bodies were bisected.
Yet they seemed far from finished, continuing to charge in as if not wanting to give any opening.
Swoosh.
Go Johan lowered his stance and crossed his hands like a beast.
And then.
[Space Cut]
When he pulled those hands apart.
Kwaaaaa!
The earth flipped over, and everything on it was torn apart in a line.
-The Holy Knight’s sword, cuts through the earth.
-The Holy Knight’s sword, splits the clouds.
-The Holy Knight’s sword, raises waves.
These were the continental people’s stories about Michael’s sword.
However, though Go Johan held no sword now, it didn’t seem strange.
It wasn’t because he hadn’t held a sword for a long time.
‘Monk.’
After declaring he would become a Holy Knight, Michael hunted what was defined as evil for over ten years with just his two fists.
He cracked bandits’ skulls and made Twin-Head Ogres’ heads into one.
Kwaaaa!
It would have been better with a sword.
“Huu.”
But two fists were enough.
Even after sweeping through so many, hundreds of Red Orcs still remained charging at Go Johan.
Swoosh.
Go Johan dropped his arms again.
“Still…”
The corners of his mouth slightly curved upward.
“It’s been a while.”
A Red Orc approached right up to his face.
Puck!
The moment Go Johan’s fist touched the Red Orc’s head, it completely disappeared.
Meanwhile, Go Johan lowered his stance and moved forward, throwing his next punch.
Puck! Puck! Puck!
He easily avoided the Red Orcs’ rusted glaives by simply tilting his body.
When multiple glaives came striking at once.
Tat.
Sometimes he kicked off the ground, landing on top of the crossed glaives.
“…!”
Trembling could be seen in the Red Orcs’ eyes.
Though they should have had nothing left but slaughter and frenzy, with no reason remaining.
“Do you remember?”
As it was in the past.
“I was your slaughterer.”
For some reason.
“No, I was your savior who would liberate you from the Evil God.”
It felt like returning to that time in the past.
The feeling of blood boiling that had been dormant until now.
“Die. Evil horde, slaves of the Evil God.”
Grin.
Go Johan, true to his words, slaughtered the Red Orcs.
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The thousands of Red Orcs were all killed.
Simply because they were nearby.
[Level up!]
[Level up!]
[…]
The players of Baekgang and Shield gained several levels.
Silver-white hair.
Only his roughly patched clothes were stained.
Rather, it was such an unrealistic sight.
“What is this…”
Kim Cheon-seok exhaled what seemed like a sigh at the unbelievable sight.
Some from Shield.
“Mo-monster…”
They stumbled backward and even fell down seeing Go Johan approach.
Baekgang’s side was similar.
Though Yu-baek was a member of the Holy Sanctuary Alliance, not all guild members were the same.
“Huh, huk… huk…”
They trembled looking at Go Johan as if seeing the grim reaper.
“Show respect!”
Yu-baek shouted with his back to the approaching Go Johan.
“Today, you have met the savior!”
Savior?
Though it made no sense.
“Yu’s words are completely right.”
Kim Cheon-seok also shouted at the Shield guild members.
“How dare you call the person who saved you from death a monster.”
No, calling him a monster was correct.
But if that monster wasn’t an enemy, it was right not to provoke the monster’s mood.
‘Shinsung, just what did they raise.’
No.
‘Can something like that even be created?’
Kim Cheon-seok couldn’t help but tremble as well.
“Just how…”
“Consider yourselves lucky, Brother. Less than a hundred people have seen that person’s true face until now.”
“And you knew about this, Yu?”
“I had only heard about it.”
And Go Johan who had now drawn near.
Yu-baek took out and handed over clothes as if he had been waiting.
Ordinary items were unnecessary for Go Johan, rather they would only break unable to withstand his power.
“Good work.”
At Yu-baek’s words, Go Johan’s lowered eyes seemed to regain their light.
“I need to move separately.”
With the gate connected, there was no need to waste more time.
“What should we do?”
“The entire gate is connected as one.”
Go Johan said.
“If you follow the path, you’ll meet other guilds. Just need to hold out with them.”
“We will do so.”
With those final words, Go Johan turned back toward the battlefield.
“Pa-path?”
Kim Cheon-seok was about to ask where there was a path here.
“…There is. A path.”
And soon they could see the path made of Red Orc corpses.
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The Black Gate that opened now wasn’t something that could be cleared in a day or two.
‘They must be feeling it by now.’
A size completely different from any gates that had appeared before.
[Evil God summoning ritual is in progress.]
The Goddess’s voice rang out simultaneously.
[Ritual is proceeding in seven tribes.]
The invasion of Earth was clearly different from Travania.
But while the method was similar.
“This isn’t even the demons’ way.”
Crack.
Go Johan said while crushing a Black Orc’s head.
“Orc.”
Past memories seemed to become clearer.
‘Master Monk.’
When he thought he was ready, he took up the sword.
And just then, the Orc Great Chief who had supposedly unified all the continent’s Orcs appeared.
“Priest.”
Go Johan spoke to a fallen Black Orc.
“Is he here too?”
The Black Gate that opened as the invasion began.
Where he encountered the Orc War Priest who had become a demon.
‘Taranhil.’
He knelt before Go Johan, giving up even fighting, and said.
“Kartul.”
That the Great Chief was alive.
“…It was true! It was true…!”
The priest shouted.
“Gorzul Krak! Gorzul Krak!”
Go Johan stopped at those words from the priest’s mouth, hearing that name after so long.
When he began wielding the sword, the Orcs rose up.
Participating in their subjugation, he beheaded the Great Chief and called himself a Holy Knight.
Before that, after cutting down countless Orcs, they called him that.
-Gorzul Krak.
He learned its meaning later.
“Taranhil seemed to have learned respect.”
Go Johan raised his foot toward the priest.
“But you still haven’t learned respect and honor.”
Gorzul Krak.
Knight of Cruelty, that was the reinterpreted translation of the Orc language.
Its original meaning was.
“Though I can’t call myself the Goddess’s knight now, I can’t even accept that name.”
Crack!
Great Warrior of the Evil God.
These damned Orcs who served the Evil God dared to call him, the Goddess’s knight, the Great Warrior of the Evil God.
[One tribe’s ritual has been stopped.]
[Evil God’s summoning is delayed.]
Even just hearing the Goddess’s voice now made it clear who served the Evil God.
Swoosh.
Rain began to fall.
Memories becoming clearer.
Emotions from that time that felt tangible if he clenched his hand.
“Puha!”
For some reason, it felt like one of the shackles binding him had broken.
“Oh Goddess.”
Truly speaking the Goddess’s name in words after so long.
Go Johan.
Splash.
Began to move again.
Six more tribes remained.
“Kartul.”
Though the priest didn’t answer, for some reason he felt he would encounter that one again here.
An Orc that must be destroyed, yet could be respected.
That’s exactly what he should be called.
“Gorzul Krak.”
By the name of Great Warrior of the Evil God.