164 – Dark Magic War – 1
The feeling of floating that had consumed his whole body gradually faded. The darkened vision began to brighten again. Fragments of space and time that were scattered in a mess gathered together to form a geometric shape.
Countless times were overlapped, and enormous space was overlaid to paint the world. And Christine stood in the middle of the moment of creation.
I blinked. It was only then that I realized that I had opened my eyes. There was still no sense of reality. The yellow pupils dilated to take in the light.
“This place…….”
Reflexively, the hand raised to the corner of the eye. I no longer felt the gritty feeling on my fingertips. The eye area was clean, and the bandages had disappeared somewhere.
Christine, who was about to fall into a panic at the thought of losing the holy relic bestowed by God, soon remembered that this place was closer to the world of imagination and not the real world.
My turbulent heart calmed down. If so, I was rather fortunate. Because he couldn’t dare to bring the holy relic of God into his image world, which was so filthy.
The place where Christine was thrown was like a kind of forest. There were rough, straight sticks stretching upwards as if they were trees, and the floor was full of gums that were assumed to be leaves.
It was speculation anyway. The appearance of the sticks and gumbuls lined up around them was far from ordinary, but far from it.
Words like withered or rotten were not enough to describe them. They had an appearance that seemed to be overlapping several in one place, and sometimes the back side was faintly visible.
Even if it was not a tree, but a monster in the shape of a tree, it was an appearance that could easily be believed.
‘… … In a place like this, what should I do?’
Christine remembered the words of the woman who had warned her that she would never make it. Even if you have to make a miracle happen, what the hell is it for?
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Just as I began to wonder what to do, I heard a loud rustling sound from far away stepping on the thick pile of fallen leaves on the floor.
Reflexively took an attacking stance. It was the middle of the night and it was dark all around, but I didn’t pay much attention. Judging by the signs, that thing was coming towards us.
The crunching sound of the dried leaves being crushed continued without the slightest interruption. Christine was sure the guy coming this way had at least eight legs.
“……!!!!!”
When the source of the sound was finally revealed, Christine’s expression brightened from the bottom of her heart.
It was something that seemed to have been made by combining humans.
At first glance, it looked like an insect-type monster that had an enormous amount of legs like a centipede, and crawled on the ground wriggling with those legs.
However, the legs supporting the body were all made up of human arms.
Where would the legs be? The torso was made from numerous human corpses, and the head also looked like a combination of dozens of human heads.
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Judging by the elongated hole at the bottom of the head, which was made by attaching it to the sides with its mouth wide open, it must have been that monster’s mouth.
Seeing the monster with a familiar appearance, Christine couldn’t hide her laughter. It was a laugh that others would consider to have gone mad.
The reason Christine did this was simple. It was a monster that looked exactly like the one that had appeared in her long dream in which she could face the true God.
And, because it was the monster that allowed her to meet her god.
Even though it was an incredibly long time ago, it was still as vivid as yesterday. The ecstasy of opening one’s blinded eyes and the beauty of accepting one’s faith are hard to put into words.
How dare I forget that day. It couldn’t be, and neither was it.
Happiness and joy rose from a corner of my heart. If this is truly the same as a dream in the old days, maybe this next one.
“Hildegard—!”
I knew it.
Christine smiled with delight at the urgent shouting from behind. Right above Christine, who was smiling like that, a person literally ‘flyed in’.
The person who was pierced from the sky to the ground at an ignorant speed, the shock caused the body to shatter, leaving bloody water behind. The sound of flesh bursting and blood splattering echoed through the forest.
The horribly fragmented mass of red flesh wriggled and quickly regained its human form. A boy with black hair and black eyes, with a familiar appearance.
It was Christine’s God.
Relieved that God’s appearance and behavior had not changed at all, Christine prayed inwardly. As long as God was here, Christine had nothing to fear.
The boy held a greatsword as long as his height with both hands and aimed it at a monster made of human corpses.
Christine’s eyes grew hazy at the reviving memories of the past. If this was truly according to the dreams of the past, it would be impossible for her god to be defeated.
The boy swung his greatsword and charged at the centipede made of human corpses. The centipede erected nearly half of its body vertically and attempted to grab the boy with its countless arms.
Both did not dodge each other’s attacks. The boy was held intact by the centipede’s arm, and the swung greatsword cut off several of his arms, spraying rotten blood.
Suddenly, the boy’s shoulder was pulled out at once. Blood splattered from the section that had been pulled out.
“Ah… my god… did you come to save me once again…”
Christine stood still, unmoving.
According to her usual personality, the moment her god touched the body of that monster, it was normal that her eyes flipped over and ripped it to shreds, but that was not the case now.
It was her god’s duty to save Christine, who lost her way and wandered blindly. He had no desire to hinder the feat.
As expected, the boy instantly repaired his torn left arm, then raised his greatsword again and thrust it deep into the centipede’s mouth. Rotten flesh splattered over the wounds protruding from the greatsword.
The centipede wielded a human hand, crushing and tearing all the boy’s limbs, but the boy quickly recovered from the wounds and continued the attack.
It was a desperate battle that did not defend each other, only focusing on breaking the other person’s body. The sound of blood and flesh being torn continued to explode.
“Stop bothering me and just die?”
However, it was the boy’s side that put the winning spirit to rest.
It was natural. While the boy’s limbs would return to their original state no matter how much they were torn and crushed, that centipede’s arms, once severed, never returned.
Arms that had been severed from the rotten body were piled up around them. Christine trembled as she watched the boy fight. It was a trembling from pleasure.
“My God. Are you fighting so hard for this lowly lamb? Are you burning that noble body for me?”
Soon after, the fight between the boy and the centipede was almost over. The boy was in perfect shape, as always, and the centipede was struggling with its few remaining legs and spewing out its last breath.
The blade of the greatsword was covered with rotten blood and flesh, but the boy swung his arm regardless. The centipede’s body was cut into chunks with one knife, as if its durability was insignificant compared to its horrifying appearance.
The dismembered corpses formed a small hill, and the cutting stopped only after the final outburst subsided. The boy sniffed, frowned, and roughly wiped the rotting blood off his face with his clothes.
It was such a lovely look. Christine stepped forward and bowed her head, barely resisting the urge to subjugate herself.
As if he wasn’t going to leave the corpse unattended, the boy tore the scroll he took out of his bosom and set fire to the centipede’s corpse.
The moment Christine’s black pupil met her eyes, she lost her strength, stumbled to the floor, and forced herself to stand up.
The boy strode closer. I closed my eyes. According to the content of the dream that came to mind, her god came to her and asked if she was okay with a kind voice—
“Saint Hildegard, what are you doing in a place like this?”
I asked if I was okay in a kind voice… … .
“It’s also the fact that you didn’t use divine power. I’m sure you still don’t feel reluctant to attack them with holy power. I’ve been telling you many times, now that you have to change your mind.”
I should have asked
Christine stared blankly at her god, who was polite and respectful to herself. Wasn’t this the world of dreams Christine had in the past?
But why was her God speaking honorifics? Do you mean you have an example?
Kneeling, bowing her head, kissing her feet, it’s not just Christine that deserves praise, it’s her god right in front of her. Why are the roles reversed?
“…….”
“Saint?”
Christine was startled by the hand reaching for her and was about to take a step back when she suddenly noticed that her entire body was very light.
It was Christine, who had two lumps of fat much larger than the head of most people hanging from her chest.
Because of that, the center of gravity was always focused on the chest and hips, but now it was different. Not only was his body generally well-proportioned, but he was much lighter than usual.
I inadvertently lowered my head and looked down where my chest was supposed to be. There were two lumps of fat that were absurdly small compared to Christine’s.
Of course, the one hanging now was not objectively small in size either, but it was a result derived because the comparison target was Christine.
“……What is this?”
I was dumbfounded. Come to think of it, there were some unreasonable things that kept getting in the way of my heels from earlier. He bent his neck slightly to the side.
I could see long, brown hair that was dragging on the floor.
“Saintess? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”
Christine knew a woman who looked like this.
Christina Hildegard.
It was the woman who called herself her ancestor.
