How to Live as a Tyrant’s Spoiled Brat Chapter 356

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The erosion sect that serves unification rarely chose underground locations as their hideouts.

This was a symbol that they did not fear the Gwangmyeong Church, but rather despised it, and it was also a practical measure to prevent the punitive force from releasing toxic smoke or gases underground and massacring the believers.

An abandoned monastery swallowed up by the flood of demonic realms.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

With sunlight pouring in through the broken window.

A high-ranking occupant strolled through the hallways that were once filled with faithful believers.

He wore a tall, towering hood, a black robe covering his entire body, and one arm was amputated above the elbow.

The world called him the Archbishop of the Erosion Cult.

Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud. Thud.

The archbishop entered the chapel accompanied by a large group of priests and knights.

In the place where the circular cross, the symbol of the Gwangmyeong Church, once hung, a barbaric obsidian altar was erected, the beautiful stained glass was cracked here and there due to the passage of time, and fallen leaves carried by the wind rolled across the floor.

“Get ready.”

As he gave the order absentmindedly, the bishop and priests cleared the area, creating an open space where about four people could gather.

He stood in one place, and three priests stood on his left, right, and opposite him.

A bishop handed each priest a blue, white, and red powder wrapped in paper.

The priests trembled for a moment as if they were nervous, and then quickly emptied the powder down their throats.

“Ugh!”

“Keeek!”

“Ugh!”

The priests screamed in pain, and soon a flame the same color as the powder they had eaten burst out onto their robes.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Blue, red, and white flames rose up to the ceiling, then quickly died down, forming a shadow.

They were all as tall as one-armed archbishops, and wore hoods that towered like towers.

“It’s been a long time since we last met like this.”

The white-robed archbishop made of white flames looked around at the three and spoke.

“Let’s finish this quickly. The believers will suffer.”

The Archbishop of Qing, made of blue flames, made a soft suggestion.

“Is your arm okay? I heard you got a good beating from Soletaras. I’ll get revenge.”

The enemy archbishop made of red flames growled.

I didn't know if that was true camaraderie or just something said to satisfy his belligerent nature.

The Black Archbishop, the only one-armed of the four and the one who appeared as a black flame to the three opponents, shook his head firmly.

“There’s no need for that. You’ve gained as much as you’ve lost.”

However, it was impossible to cut the flame with a sword.

“The Sultan of the South has sent fanatics. We must use them.”

The enemy archbishop spoke as if he was announcing something.

The Archbishop of Qing let out a deep sigh.

An icy coldness permeated his sighs.

“Consciousness is right in front of us. We’ll just be on high alert for nothing. Our power comes from our secrets. There’s no benefit to revealing ourselves.”

Archbishop Baek also sympathized with Archbishop Cheong.

“……Cheong is right.”

But the enemy archbishop did not back down.

“We have to do this even more since they don’t have much consciousness left. We have to keep pushing them and raising their tension. Only when the soldiers get tired will there be an opening.”

“You are still a knight.”

“Why is that story coming up now?”

The Qing archbishop sighed, and the enemy archbishop became furious.

The Black Archbishop shook his head and called the Blue Archbishop.

'It is much more difficult to maintain a secret society than to create one.'

It was a scene I had seen thousands of times, and now I was fond of it.

“Have you made a connection with the ivory tower?”

The Archbishop of Qing nodded.

“It wasn’t that hard to tempt one or two of those who had forgotten the problem because they were tired of looking for the answer. I also recalled my old relationship with the Imperial Magic Workshop.”

When the word fate came out, the darkness within the hoods of the three archbishops, excluding Cheong, stirred.

"jean."

“Don’t go that far.”

The White Archbishop and the Red Archbishop lowered their voices, and the Black Archbishop also glared at the Blue Archbishop.

But he didn't care at all and let out a bitter laugh.

“Why? We all worked there, didn’t we? At least at one time.”

The black archbishop turned his eyes to the white archbishop.

“What about the Southern Continent Spirit Ritual?”

The Archbishop of Baek-ui answered softly.

“The enemy and I sent people. They are impious men who want to use you, but they will be strong allies in the cause.”

The Black Archbishop nodded.

“Okay then.”

Unity was destiny.

* * *

The port at the end was also located at the mouth of a large river like Ketuzion, and it was possible to go inland along the river.

Deep night with a crescent moon.

A small wharf in a riverside village about a week's journey from the port at the end of the river.

Choaaaah.

A huge, incongruous sailing ship came in.

The riverside town had recently seen an increase in traffic, money, and population, but it was still far from the proper trading cities.

The people guarding the wharf were not proper soldiers, but village vigilantes, and even they went behind the fence after midnight.

That's why the church chose this place as the meeting place.

A soldier stood on the bow of the sailboat and looked around the dock.

He was a private who was favored by the 'butler' and served as a mid-level manager, and was a thief who was ordered to steer the ship in case of emergency.

“……Where are you?”

His voice was trembling with anxiety and fear.

'I want to hurry up and get it and run away to another city. I hate even thinking about the port at the end of the world. I've never seen such a crazy person in the world.'

For the past week, the harbor at the end has been stained with the blood of the eroders.

'Kill them all!'

The archduke and the mechanical knights roamed the city, hunting down their comrades.

No matter how well they hid their power, it was clearly revealed in front of the strange magical tools they carried.

The reason he was able to survive was because the butler fled out of the city as soon as he mutated, and the reason he was able to steer the ship was because he had a collaborator among his colleagues who was not a devourer.

His devoted companion was of great help in recovering his body from the bullet wound, and it was certain that he would live together with Hap-il.

“Hey. Over here.”

Suddenly a cold voice was heard.

The private was so surprised that he almost collapsed.

"ah."

A hooded figure stood at the edge of the dock.

He took off his hood, revealing yellow eyes.

“You’re late.”

His voice was low and cold, but his expression under the hood was affectionate and his eyes smiled sadly.

'Surely you're not a member of the royal family?'

However, perhaps because of the yellow eyes that resembled those of the Archduke I had seen a while ago, he had an air of majesty that made it difficult to underestimate him.

The soldier hurriedly lowered the rope ladder.

“May you be blessed with unity. Did you bring your belongings safely?”

“May the grace of unity be with you too. Yes, that is right.”

The rebel prince Justinian came aboard the ship.

“Let me check it right away.”

He went down to the storehouse with his men, and with deft hands he emptied the wooden barrels full of salt.

The barrel was filled with 'spiral black horns'.

“This amount should be enough for consciousness.”

“The butler transformed into a giant of nearly 170 meters tall without even using it properly. If you prepare properly and perform the ritual, you will be able to do anything.”

“Thanks to your courage, the great cause of the church will advance a step further. I greatly congratulate you.”

Justinian went up on deck carrying a wooden cask.

The private was curious, but he didn't do anything stupid like asking questions.

'You can just pull the boat, why are you carrying that up there?'

But it was a different story when I saw a dozen hooded figures gathered on the deck.

None of them had the aura of the old days, and even the aura of pure spirits.

“I… have something to ask you.”

The private asked cautiously, preparing to transform.

“Really? What is it?”

Justinian smiled like a crescent moon in the sky.

“May I ask which bishop you are seeing?”

Justinian nodded.

He was clearly a collaborator of the Unification Church, had met the Archbishop, and was a trusted confidant of the Bishop.

So instead of answering, he drew his sword to dispel any doubts his true allies might have.

A one-handed sword was pulled out of its scabbard in one breath.

Crunch-!

There was a flash of blue light, and the soldier's neck rolled across the deck floor.

The headless body trembled and fell to the floor, and Justinian took holy water from his bosom with his left hand and poured it on the soldier's neck and body.

Cheeeeek!

The soldier's body melted away with white light.

“Move.”

Collaborators wearing black robes moved busily.

* * *

Figures in black robes walked between the deck, warehouse, and dock.

It was not only the eroding religious order that took notice of the riverside village's excellent trade position and its inadequate border conditions compared to its location and set their sights on it as a base or intermediate gathering place.

Justinian stood on deck and looked at the figures with eyes filled with excitement and fear.

It took a while for gold, reagents, and spiral black horns to come out of the warehouse.

“Up to here!”

“It should be half full.”

“It’s our first time meeting.”

The three young men came up onto the deck and stood in front of him.

The central figure took off his hood for the first time.

“Justia.”

She had long green hair that shone like an emerald, and deep blue eyes like a deep river.

He was tall, his skin was so pale that it showed even on a dark night like today, and he had a very cheerful appearance.

Justinian called her name with a moved expression.

“Elysia!”

“This is my first time seeing it in person.”

Elicia took a step closer and hugged him.

It smelled like flowers and sunshine.

For a moment, a memory that clearly did not exist came to Justinian's mind.

'uh?'

Even though it was definitely the first time we met, just as she said, I missed her so much and felt sorry.

The times we fought together, her growth, the burning forest and her cries all came back to me as if I had experienced them all before.

Strangely enough, I felt like crying, but I tried to hold it back.

If I showed that kind of attitude during our first meeting, I was sure I would lose trust.

“Thank you for trusting me.”

“Of course I should believe it. We’re already in the same boat.”

The elf princess laughed cheerfully and tapped the deck with her shoe.

She was holding a spiral black horn in one hand.

“This reagent can be enough to increase your strength.”

It was a voice full of relief and confidence.

“It will be easier to increase the power of spells and summon and maintain powerful spirits. I’ll be able to convince our elders as well.”

“Thank goodness you didn’t get in trouble.”

“I’m a princess. Are you okay? You might be called a traitor for joining hands with a foreign race.”

Justinian bit his lip for a moment.

The long-standing hatred had now become the doctrine of the Gwangmyeong Church and was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It will take hundreds of years to break down the long-standing hatred between elves and humans.

but.

“It’s okay to do the right thing and get cursed at. It’s not that the alien race is killing the Emperor of Mankind, but that the royal family is coming back and driving out the murderer of my family. If I get a bad reputation, it’s my fault.”

Elicia nodded.

Soon after, the young dwarf chieftain Darin and the elder of the Han tribe, Hartsi, also took off their hoods.

“Hahahaha. You really stole the whole ship. That’s a lot of gold and silver.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I don’t necessarily trust you completely.”

Darin was a dwarf with a flat helmet and a beer-colored beard, while Hartsi was a cat-man with brown hair and a stern expression.

Darin spoke heartily.

“The Northern Lords have also gathered as much as they can. It seems that Severic and Rsena have been somewhat overworked in the run-up to their final offensive against the alien. Several families whose heads have been killed have joined us. It may be difficult to provide military assistance, but it should be no problem to send our warriors to the capital.”

Hartsey added reluctantly.

“We will go with the dwarves too. All the tribes are burning with fighting spirit after a long period of persecution. I never thought I would live to fight alongside the Towmen.”

Justinian answered with a sad smile.

“Okay. Let’s do it. Even if it’s scary and shaky. Because it’s the right thing to do.”

My heart was pounding like crazy.

'If even this heart is called a reverse heart.'

It was a day filled with excitement and fear, filled with anxiety.

'I'm willing to become a traitor.'