Chapter 190

It could be said to be truly fierce.

Kagagagagak—!!!

Sure enough, Pan was no ordinary opponent, making a hair-raising sound as he tried to destroy the barrier from within.

Moreover, the damage of the fog itself was also substantial, causing the barrier to swell as if it would tear at any moment.

‘The characteristic is that the more it does so, the tougher it gets.’

However, Roan’s barrier could not be overcome by just that much.

Possession?

Of course, it was a cheat event that temporarily amplified stats tremendously.

But what would Pan’s talent stat be?

‘15? 20?’

Even that was being very generous.

Even roughly calculated, the value significantly increased through possession would be around 10.

On the other hand, Roan’s was

‘Challenging me with talent, it’s not even funny.’

100, which was four times that amount.

Moreover, in this world, the higher the talent stat, the more a difference of just 1 acted decisively.

No matter how much Pan struggled, he could not reach Roan’s toes.

Kwagagagagak—!

Roan clenched his hand, shrinking the barrier that bound Pan.

At that, Pan, unable to hold out in the form of fog any longer, returned to his original appearance.

— Wh-What?

— The Fog of Divine Blood is blocked by such a simple barrier?

— By the way, what kind of barrier is that?

The Jelsroin followers let out bewildered groans.

Roan spoke in a cold voice.

“The Fog of Divine Blood is a useful movement technique, but it doesn’t suit a one-on-one duel. The countermeasure is too simple.”

“!!”

A crack appeared in Pan’s gloomy face.

‘He knows the Fog of Divine Blood? What kind of guy is he?’

Is that guy a heretic?

It was a guess that Pan himself found ridiculous.

Setting that aside, how on earth could he instantly figure out and block his holy magic, which had become twice as powerful due to possession!

While Pan was dumbfounded, Roan deactivated the barrier.

“Try more. Since you even possessed the deity, this won’t be the end.”

That single sentence exerted an influence like a bomb.

— Th-That guy! No matter if he is a Darc, how dare he insult the Goddess!

— Pan! Hearing such words, can you still lose!

Not to mention the Jelsroin cult, which was condemned in an instant,

— Wow… Is it really okay to say things like that?

— Young Master Darc, I didn’t see him that way, but he is a truly cruel person.

even the Paladin caravan members murmured uncomfortably like this.

‘…While they say they will turn guts into clotheslines and pickle eyeballs in alcohol!’

Roan was extremely dumbfounded.

To think the returning reaction was like that, when he had bestowed an opportunity in the duel.

Anyway, Pan, who was angered just like the other Jelsroin followers, took out his next move.

‘Chaos of Deep Love and Hatred!’

First, Confusion holy magic.

If struck by this, one’s holy power or mana would boil temporarily, preventing the use of proper techniques.

Pan immediately followed up with the next holy magic.

‘Continuous Slash of Divine Blood Gears!’

Continuous Slash of Divine Blood Gears belonged to the most cruel side among holy magic.

An attack technique in which swords made of hideous gears mangled the opponent.

Splat—!

Originally, Confusion holy magic was characterized by stealth, but the holy power, which was heavily amplified and had even escaped Pan’s control, flew openly.

Confirming that the Confusion holy magic had hit Roan, who didn’t even seem to think of dodging, Pan wore a triumphant smile.

“Arrogant fellow.”

He seemed to have learned a single barrier holy magic quite well, but ignoring the holy magic of the entire Jelsroin cult was a way to get hurt badly.

Since he was hit by Confusion holy magic, his limbs would now be helplessly torn by the blood gears.

“Roan!”

“Darc!”

Since Yusina and Sion, who were watching, also intended to run to treat Roan immediately, anyone would be predicting Pan’s victory.

“Duel.”

“Professor!”

“There’s no time for that right now…!”

Only Tirmy had immobilized the two with holy power as if telling them to wait.

Yusina and Sion glared at Tirmy with resentful eyes.

However,

‘Of all things, you use this kind of Confusion holy magic?’

Contrary to everyone’s predictions, Roan was in an extremely sample state. (Wait, raw has ” ” -> calm/tranquil state. Ah, I made a minor typo in thought “sample state”, let’s use “tranquil state”)

Chaos of Deep Love and Hatred greatly lowers the opponent’s holy power and mana control.

But in the first place, this kind of holy magic had little effect when there was a great difference in level, and

Roan’s mana control was on a truly transcendental level, so a penalty of this beginner holy magic level was negligible even if he took it.

It would have been more effective had it been a method that disrupted the five senses instead.

Hummmm—

Don’t gloat and block the attack.

False Divinity had anticipated it to some extent, but spoke clicking its tongue at Roan’s resistance which was even more absurd than expected.

Naturally, Roan also intended to do so.

‘Assembly of the Skeleton Squad.’

Literally, it was a magic that raised skeleton soldiers to defend.

Especially in times like this when multiple attacks came from all sides, it was perfect.

Flash—!

Golden figures rose all at once around Roan.

— Wh-What is that!

— To think he uses such holy magic?

The Jelsroin cult and the caravan members were shocked at the same time.

To think a freshman used a wide-area defensive technique.

Chachachak—!!! Clatter—

Of course, they collapsed immediately when the blood gears raged, but Pan’s attack could not touch even a single hair of Roan’s.

Continuous Slash of Divine Blood Gears had the weakness that each gear only delivered exactly one attack, unlike its violent appearance.

“W-What on earth is this…”

As things turned out like this, Pan’s expression also changed visibly.

Never did he expect that he wouldn’t even be affected by the Confusion holy magic that hit him properly, and block the wide-area attack without moving a single step.

Pan looked at Fidellto with resentful eyes without realizing it.

‘You said someone of that level could become Jelsroin’s finest follower!’

Fidellto, also completely flustered, answered Pan with a look.

‘I-I thought so too!’

Was it because Pan was lacking that this scene was produced?

Naturally not.

Pan’s talent itself was quite excellent, enough for Roan to recognize.

It was just a problem that Roan was an unmeasurable monster.

Step—

Roan took a step forward.

“It was a decent attack, but it was blocked. The choice of Confusion holy magic was a bit regretful.”

“Urrgh…”

Hearing Roan’s words, Pan gritted his teeth and growled.

In fact, Roan viewed Pan very favorably.

He was a fellow who used holy magic quite decently, compared to what he expected.

So he intended to give him a bit of advice.

Hummmm—

Didn’t you just criticize others earlier for waiting for a heretic’s growth?

He ignored the narrow-minded thoughts of False Divinity.

“Confusion holy magic must be used by carefully considering the gap with the opponent. Otherwise, it might rather become a cause for carelessness on your part. Like now.”

Roan decided to lightly use a charm magic himself as an example.

‘Encounter with the Abyss.’

It was the simplest charm magic using the abyss, with the effect of simply blowing the opponent’s mind into darkness for a very short moment.

“What!!—”

Pan, without even room to do anything, fell to Roan’s charm magic and lost consciousness.

Since the duration of Encounter with the Abyss was very short anyway, Roan was willing to wait.

However,

“…Why isn’t he waking up?”

Pan, suspiciously, did not regain consciousness.

Originally, this magic wasn’t like this?

Poke—?

Even when Roan lightly touched his shoulder, Pan showed no response.

“Ro-Roan, what did you do?”

It was so bad that Yusina, who was watching from afar, asked in discomfort.

Roan replied, feeling flustered,

“Just a light Confusion holy magic…”

It was truly just a light magic.

At that moment, Pan finally regained consciousness.

‘It seems this fellow’s resistance was unexpectedly terrible.’

Roan clicked his tongue, thinking ‘I knew it.’

If it had been Hector, he would have woken up in less than a second, saying ‘Wh-What happened!’

‘Only having a flashy appearance…’

But for some reason, Pan’s appearance after waking up was unusual.

“Uh…”

What on earth did he see while affected by the magic, Pan backed off in terror the moment he saw Roan!

Seeing that, the Jelsroin followers also feared Roan in unison.

— D-Darc. What on earth did you do!

— To make Pan such a dazed fellow!

— Are you guys even an official order!

“No, it was a really simple holy magic, though.”

In fact, Roan still had many things he wanted to teach him.

Shouldn’t he at least get a taste of a wide-area curse magic like Filthy Blood Storm, or his main attack technique, the Blood Spear of the Abyss.

Hummmm— thump—

I think you should stop?

You’re my master, but seriously, where did your conscience go?

The authorities, who read Roan’s thoughts, shuddered and held Roan back.

They thought that even if he was a heretic, doing that much would ruin a precious young life.

In fact, Roan didn’t even have the time to do so.

“Uwaaaaak—!!!”

It was because Pan burst into sorrowful tears before he could even cast any magic.

Roan stared blankly at Pan’s figure with an extremely dumbfounded expression.

What, secret weapon my foot?

To think a fellow called a secret weapon bursts into tears at a single charm magic.

He thought he was Jelsroin’s Roan, but it seemed he was actually Demona.

‘Ah, this is too harsh.’

Roan shook his head and cancelled his thoughts.

He felt quite sorry for Pan, who was wailing with his head buried in the ground.

At that moment,

“Uhuuuung—!!!”

Whoosh—!

Pan, who was crying as if the world was ending, suddenly raised his body.

He didn’t just raise his body, but completely bent his entire upper body backward.

“?”

Roan instinctively tensed up at Pan’s unusual appearance.

Hummmm—!!

False Divinity also urgently warned him.

Watch out, this is…!

Actually, even without listening to all of False Divinity’s words, he had a gut feeling about what was happening.

The novice priest who had just possessed the deity was miserably defeated.

In that case, there was only one worst-case event that could be thought of.

Sloooowly…

Suddenly, the perfectly fine sun turned red.

The entire earth was being dyed dark red, like the end of the world.

“Could it be…”

Even nameds of a certain level, like Espard, Tirmy, and Fidellto, had no choice but to reveal their awe, astonishment, and fear without hiding them.

A Saint causes phenomena,

a Holy Spirit changes terrains,

and a god overturns the world.

When the old proverb came to everyone’s mind like a promise,

Uwoooooo—!

An immense cry, or vibration, swept the area.

A holy light erupted from Pan’s entire body.

Pshuwaaaa—!

Pillars of blood soared around dozens of infinitely trivial humans.

Descent.

On the ordinary land between Akerandir and Gilsberg,

a supreme existence that had ascended leaving this world behind in the very ancient past was trying to show itself.

Heresy and official recognition were strictly human standards.

No matter how much the Paladin caravan members ignored the Jelsroin followers, at this moment they merely despaired at their own insignificance.

Rumbleeeeeee!!!!!!

It was truly a flood of divinity, a storm of divinity.

In this world, numerous divine orders originally interact in a tangled mix.

But at this very moment, only a single god’s order remains.

Blood and Deep Love.

Thud— thud—

The knees of everyone present touched the ground before they could even consciously register it.

Conversely, Pan, who had been kneeling, floated high before they knew it, looking down at everyone haughtily while enveloped in dark red holy power.

[Infinitely foolish, infinitely weak, and infinitely small humans.]

Within that simple order, a holy and beautiful voice saturated the air.

Just by hearing the voice, all the humans here could know her identity.

‘Jelsroin…’

It was the Goddess of Blood and Deep Love, Jelsroin.