The Regressed Mercenary’s Machinations Chapter 806

Episode 806: The One Who Will Kill You (1)

No one knew how strong the Pope was. Not even the Pope himself.
Because he couldn’t summon his full strength.
People wouldn’t know. Right now, the Pope was only using half his strength to fight the Julian Mercenaries.
The other half was fighting an endless battle against an unknown entity.
[$@*!$^Kill him… … .#^&#%&$]
The clearer the voice in his head became, the more the Pope felt he was going crazy.
How hard he tried to silence this voice.
But unless he obtained all the holy stones and completely subdued it, all his efforts would be in vain.
[$@*!$^Kill him… … .#^&#%&$]
‘Shut up… … hit him… … .’
The voice was increasingly consuming him. The more he felt a constant feeling of hatred.
He had to kill the fake saintess quickly before this feeling consumed him. He could kill the insect-like troublemakers later.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
But the bugs persisted, attacking.
Only then did the Pope admit his mistake.
He should have started with at least one less superhuman. He had underestimated their accumulated experience.
This was a sin born of his arrogance.
There was nothing he could do. He had to increase his power, just a little more.
The Pope increased his divine power a little more. Soon, a storm of divine power raged.
Kwaaaaah!
The Julian Mercenaries were startled by the sudden surge of power and retreated.
The Pope had already demonstrated that he could single-handedly take on all the superhumans present.
That alone was enough to surpass human limitations.
And now, to grow even stronger! He couldn’t understand how it had happened.
It was so absurd, it was almost as if he was wondering how he had acquired such power.
“Back off for now.”
At Giselle’s words, everyone tensed and distanced themselves.
But then the Pope suddenly grabbed his head and stopped moving.
The voice in his head grew even more intense.
[$@*!$^Kill him… … .#^&#%&$]
[$@*!$^Kill… … .#^&#%&$]
[$@*!$^Kill… … .#^&#%&$]
[… … .]
“Ugh…….”
The Pope’s eyes were bloodshot. He suddenly shouted.
“Shut up!”
“Shut up! Shut up! I mean shut up!”
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill the fake saint and save the world!”
Everyone looked puzzled at the Pope’s outburst.
Giselle frowned and muttered.
“Are you crazy?”
Sometimes, there are people who get angry when a fight doesn’t go their way. But the Pope didn’t seem to have that kind of personality.
Besides, that appearance seemed… … like he was having a conversation with someone.
Maybe that was the secret to the Pope’s power.
Giselle glanced at the imperial army in the distance. They too must have seen the Pope’s strange behavior, suddenly stopping in the middle of fighting and grabbing his head.
Although they were quite far away, when I strained my eyes, I could clearly see the faces of the cardinals at the very front.
‘I see.’
The cardinals and high priests wore tense expressions. Not a single one seemed puzzled. This
meant this wasn’t the first time the Pope had acted like this.
Giselle looked at the Pope again.
The Pope had already stopped convulsing and was simply bowing his head.
And the moment he raised his head again…
Paaaaaaaah!
Light burst forth.
It wasn’t just any light. It was a white storm engulfing the world, a flame of judgment that burned even the souls of those who saw it.
“Oh no.”
Giselle, slightly startled, gripped her spear tightly.
Just touching the light sent a piercing pain, as if her flesh was burning.
Kwaaaaah!
With every step the Pope took, the ground crumbled and the air split.
An overwhelming pressure surged through the Julian mercenaries like a storm.
Giselle was the first to plunge her spear into the Pope’s body with a lightning strike.
Kwaaaaah!
Giselle felt that her opponent had completely changed. The spear didn’t do any damage to the Pope.
When the Pope waved his hand, Giselle was repelled. But even then, Giselle didn’t give up and continued casting her spell.
“Puaaaak!
” Flames erupted from beneath the Pope’s feet. But the Pope walked unperturbed through the flames.
Kyle took advantage of the gap and swung his sword.
His sword was engulfed in a more intense aura than ever before.
“Kaaaang!”
The Pope’s body was like a solid wall. Not even the slightest scratch.
Kyle looked dumbfounded.
Up until now, the Pope hadn’t been hurt, but he still felt his energy draining. But now, he didn’t even feel that way.
It felt like he was meaninglessly slashing through a massive wall.
“This bastard…”
Kwaaang!
Kyle was thrown back before he could finish cursing. Julian seized that moment and decapitated the Pope.
Kagagagagak!
His sword couldn’t even cut through the Pope’s light. Julian narrowly avoided the Pope’s hand and slashed again, but it was the same.
Kwaaang!
Julian was finally struck by the Pope and knocked out.
The spirits summoned by Erenes were repelled, their bodies torn and torn by the Pope’s light gesture.
They didn’t even glance at Marika’s dagger. Nothing could inflict even the slightest wound on the Pope.
The Pope slowly walked towards Deneb. He continued to mutter to himself as he walked.
“Wait. Aren’t you on your way?”
“Understood, unsettled.”
“Yes, I will kill you.”
The Pope now seemed completely insane. But the Julian Mercenaries had no time to worry about that.
Kwaang! Kwaang! Kwaaang!
They kept attacking.
The Pope was just walking, leaving him vulnerable. At this rate, even a five-year-old could attack him.
The problem was that none of their attacks worked on the Pope.
The Pope ignored the Julian Mercenaries’ attacks. He simply waved his hand a few times, as if swatting away annoying flies.
And so the Pope drew closer and closer to Deneb. Lionel tensely gripped his shield.
“Block!”
Giselle shouted, finally using her willpower.
Gooooooo… …
He thought they could easily win if they attacked together. He thought they would only be slightly stronger than the Prophet, no matter how strong.
But he was wrong. The Pope was stronger than anyone he had ever seen.
It was as if it were Julian and his adversary in a dream.
Kwaaaaah!
The flow of time had changed. The spear that Giselle had extended was aimed at the Pope’s head, along with the providence of the world.
Only then did the Pope react.
His head slowly turned toward the spear.
For a moment, their eyes met.
The Pope looked at Giselle and asked,
“You… what are you?”
He wasn’t asking this question using willpower. That was something that could be easily used by those who had reached a high level.
Like the Elven Chieftain Iraniel and the Dwarf King Grondal.
The Pope felt that Giselle’s very existence was strange.
There was an inexplicable sense of alienation about her.
As if she were something that shouldn’t exist in this world.
Giselle firmly answered the Pope’s questioning words,
“I will kill you.”
The Pope smiled. He was indeed an interesting person.
Kwaaaaah!
Giselle’s spear pierced the Pope’s forehead.
The Pope remained in his original position, staring at Giselle. Even the mask covering his face remained unbroken.
Giselle had no choice but to admit it. This level of power couldn’t inflict any harm on the Pope.
“Whoa!
” Light exploded, sending Giselle flying through the air. Blood spurted from his mouth like a fountain.
“Giselle!”
Erenes cried out loudly, using his spirit to take Giselle’s body.
A large hole had been ripped through Giselle’s abdomen. Thanks to Deneb’s divine power, Giselle recovered quickly, but couldn’t get up as quickly as before.
The side effects of using her willpower and the sheer force of the blow had left her momentarily unconscious.
The Pope stopped walking and looked around.
“There are too many bugs.”
Julian and Kyle immediately approached the Pope and swung their swords. However, a curtain of light flashed, ripping their bodies apart and sending them flying. They
avoided instant death, but they couldn’t get up properly either. The Pope’s energy had seeped into them, continuously bursting their bodies.
“Cough!”
“Ugh…”
Yulien and Kyle continued to vomit blood, their knees bent. They used all their mana to suppress the energy that was bursting inside them.
“Kuuuuung!”
Suddenly, a giant earth elemental burst from the ground, and a fire elemental summoned from the sky, attacked the Pope.
In an instant, the battlefield was engulfed in flames and rock fragments. However, the Pope’s light instantly incinerated them.
The impact flowed back, affecting even the summoner, Erenes.
“Aaaah!”
Erenes clutched her head and fell to her knees.
She wept tears of blood, agonizing. Without even a moment to fully detach herself, the spirits’ suffering was transmitted directly to her.
Even witnessing the suffering of her comrades, Marika refused to give up. She swiftly moved behind the Pope and unleashed a flurry of daggers.
Dozens of them flew towards his vitals.
But the Pope didn’t even look back.
As the curtain of light he unleashed shimmered, the daggers ricocheted back, striking Marika. ”
Pavavavavabak!
” “…!!!”
Marika couldn’t control her daggers.
Instead, she was pierced by her own weapons, which returned like a storm.
Ultimately, she collapsed, her entire body pierced and covered in blood.
Skill, experience, coordinated attacks, and tactics were meaningless in the face of the Pope’s overwhelming power.
Thud, thud, thud.
The Pope didn’t even look at the fallen. His footsteps were directed solely at Deneb.
The Pope, who had already reached Lionel, raised his hand.
“Aaaaah!”
Lionel roared, pouring all his strength into his shield. Deneb’s protection shone from his shield.
But with a single wave from the Pope.
Kwaaang!
The shield shattered, and Lionel’s arm was twisted and broken. And
it wasn’t just his arm. He was hit directly by the Pope’s immense strength, and every bone in his body was crushed, and he collapsed.
“Oh, no…”
Lionel groaned in pain. But the Pope ignored him and took another step forward.
Finally, Deneb and the Pope stood face to face.
Deneb continued to radiate divine power even as she gazed at the Pope. She needed to heal her comrades, who were consumed by the Pope’s aura.
The Pope slowly extended his hand and said,
“Give me the Holy Stone. In memory of your rescue, I will kill you painlessly.”
“…”
Deneb said nothing.
She had no desire for the Holy Stone. She
wanted to save the world, but she had no desire to be the main character.
Countless people, including Giselle, hailed her as a saint, but she didn’t even desire that title.
Anything she could do to help save the world, even a little, was enough.
Therefore, she didn’t care who took the Holy Stone.
But…
The Holy Stone wanted her to use its power. It wanted it to stay out of the Pope’s hands.
If asked how she knew, it would be difficult to answer.
It was because her divine power resonated with the Stone, and she felt it.
There was another reason she couldn’t hand it over.
The Pope wasn’t a good man. She couldn’t allow the Stone to fall into the hands of someone like him.
This wasn’t anyone’s will.
It was Deneb’s own thought and decision.
So she said,
“I can’t.”
“…”
“This power must be used for the good of the world.”
“I will use it for the good of the world.”
“The Holy Stone doesn’t want that.”
“You dare judge the will of the goddesses?”
“…”
Deneb didn’t answer. She
couldn’t dare make the arrogant claim that she understood the will of the gods.
But the Pope was different.
“The Holy Stone was prepared for me. Only I… can save this world.”
The Pope raised his hand high.
Despite Deneb’s powerful divine power, killing her was a breeze.
“It’s over now, false saintess.”
The Pope, about to kill Deneb in one breath, hesitated.
For the first time, a chill ran down his spine. He
slowly turned his head.
Giselle, who had fallen, was rising again.
“Don’t tell me it’s over so easily.”
Giselle gripped her spear tightly. A ferocious smile spread across her bloodied face.
“Because I’m still breathing.”
Dddddddddddd!
The spear, imbued with powerful magical power, began to tremble violently.
But this wasn’t enough.
This wouldn’t even scratch the Pope.
He needed more, stronger power.
Power strong enough to shatter the world.
So Giselle decided to use the last secret technique she had been saving.
‘One… … .’
Woohoohoohoo!
The magical power within his heart began to spin violently. It could already be called a virtual mana core.
“Two… … .”
The magical power that stretched out from his heart gathered in his right chest and created a new core.
As the two cores connected, his magical power increased explosively. But Giselle didn’t stop there.
“Three… … .”
The magical power that stretched out from the two cores gathered below his navel and created another core.
Gaaaaaah!
With the three cores connected, his magical power increased to a level his body could no longer withstand.
It struggled to escape his body. Giselle forcefully suppressed it and moved her magical power again.
“Four… … .”
As the fourth core was created, red and blue veins rose up on Giselle’s body like tattoos.
It wouldn’t have been strange if her body exploded at any moment. A tremendous magical storm was raging around her.
Giselle muttered softly.
“Five.”
As the fifth and final core was created.
Paaaaah!
Giselle’s eyes glowed red.
Cardnach, too, was consumed by a vivid crimson aura. Simply holding it distorted and ignited the space around him.
Giselle slowly drew back her spear, imbuing it with her own will.
“Block it!”
Flash!
A flash of red light.
The Pope glared at the approaching spear.
It was an attack unlike any he’d ever seen before.
The providence of the world was forcing death upon him. It was a fateful blow, one he could neither dodge nor reject.
The Pope summoned all his divine power. Countless curtains of light rose before him.
The crimson light silently obliterated them all. There was no shock, not even the slightest clash of force.
Poof!
Finally, the spear plunged into the Pope’s chest. However, the Pope’s strength was so great that it failed to completely pierce his body.
Of course, Giselle had expected this.
The Pope raised his head before he could even draw his spear.
Giselle, who had already approached, pulled out Gramdir from subspace and was swinging it.
Kagagagagagagagak!
Gramdir, enveloped in red light, sliced ​​the Pope in half.
But the Pope withstood even that. The sword pierced through his head, drawing a red line, but he remained standing.
The Pope’s divine power quickly healed even the wound.
Giselle gritted her teeth and regained her stance. This time, she planned to strike the Pope’s neck.
But at that moment,
bang.
The mask covering the Pope’s face split in half and fell to the floor.
Giselle’s eyes shook as she saw the revealed face.
She saw a face she had never expected.
“…The Duke of Delphine?”
The Pope had the exact same face as her future nemesis, Ernhard.