Genius Warlock-Episode 689
689. procession (1)
Seonghwangsiguk, the center of Paterism.
Ugh... Tsk! Tsk! Tsk!!
All the water there turned into blood..
croak. croak. croak. croak. croak. croak. croak.
An endless number of frogs poured out of the blood..
dudddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd.
It wasn't long before lice began to sprout from pillows, blankets, food, alcohol, and even the clothes we were wearing..
Everyone screamed at that inexplicable phenomenon..
From the top of the highest hill in the city to the furthest outskirts of the hill..
Everyone screamed for God.
However, God did not respond.
Even in the prayers of the Holy Hwangcheong, the center and heart of Paterism..
Ah, correction. Maybe I would have responded.
Although the form was different.
Buzz buzz····!!
Swarms of flies blacker than the night sky came down from the high sky and covered the thriving city..
“····??”
“·········?!”
“·······!!”
Buzz buzz buzz buzz······!!
Countless swarms of flies drowned out the screams, cornered by swarms of frogs, and attacked people who had taken off their clothes because of this..
Men, women, old people and children all panicked and tried to shoo away the swarms of flies..
Shooting a gun, swinging a lice-infested blanket, or, if you don't have any, using your bare hands..
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz············!!
But it was all to no avail. Everything was not enough to stop the swarms of flies that would blacken the vision..
As if to prove this, swarms of flies clung to the bodies of naked people, tearing the skin with their long snouts and sucking the flowing blood, as if laughing at people's desperate resistance..
“Damn, it hurts····!!”
“mom! mom!! uh····!”
“Ugh- keek! Keck! Keck!!”
It was no exception to the temple where the priests lived..
“Oh my god······!”
The white-haired priest, who was not a posthumous priest but was respected by those around him for his extraordinary experience, was struggling to escape from the swarm of flies..
Alone in the temple, without help from anyone.
I was defeated because I ran away alone, thinking that I would be able to escape disaster if it was a house where God resided..
In return for his defeat, the priest had to offer his body as food to the swarms of flies that invaded the temple..
Stinging pain and extreme itching on the priest's skin, weakened by the ravages of time. More than anything, a great fear came over me..
The fear of being eaten alive by flies.
In that fear, the priest, forgetting his age, struggled desperately, scattering tears, saliva, and urine..
To live, to escape this damned swarm of flies.
In the process, the scriptures placed in the temple fell to the floor and the cross fell, but that was no longer important. God will understand too.
However, the swarm of flies seemed to have no intention of understanding, so they clung to him even more fiercely and sucked the priest's blood..
“Huh······.”
In the end, the priest, whose physical strength was exhausted, was unable to shake off the swarm of flies and fell to his knees..
I couldn't do anything with this body anymore. So he put his hands together and prayed.
I ask my Father in heaven to take away this disaster and protect me..
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz············!!
No answer came back. As it has been for the past seventy years.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz······!!!
All I hear is the sound of the wings of a swarm of flies flapping.
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz··········!!!!
This cursed sound not only gnawed away the sounds around me, but also seemed to gnaw away at my head..
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz.···············!!!!
Because faith and belief in God gradually became blurred..
Just as the priest was about to collapse with his eyes closed,.
pop.
Silence like a lie has come.
The sound of a swarm of flies flapping their wings.
The sound of teeth grinding on the floor.
The frog's cry.
Even the people's screams disappeared..
All I hear is peaceful silence.
Thanks to that silence, the priest's fractured mind became stable again, and he was able to find the courage to slowly open his eyes..
and could see.
The unusual sight of flies, lice, and frogs, who had been running around as if they had malicious intentions, sitting silently and all looking towards one place..
It was a disgusting sight that made the hairs on his entire body stand on end, but at the same time, the priest looked at him with an inexplicable sense of wonder..
Head in the direction that flies, lice, and frogs are looking.
The priest knew where he was looking. Because he lived his whole life in a prosperous city..
The place he was looking at right now was a convent on the outskirts of Seonghwangsi Kingdom..
A place to train women who work at the lowest level for Paterism..
When the priest realized this fact, he felt an inexplicable ecstasy..
It feels as if all these disasters are small trials to remind us of our foolishness..
The moment the priest is about to pray in that wonder, that emotion, that ecstasy..
━━━━━━━━━━━━!!!
The ground shook without any aftershocks, and with a huge roar, a huge cloud of dust rose like a flower in the distance and engulfed the surroundings..
“iced coffee······.”
The priest groaned at the shocking sight and his pupils dilated to their limit..
However, an even more shocking fact was that even during this time, flies, lice, and frogs were staring intently at the place without moving a single inch..
creepy······!
The priest once again felt fear at that fact..
Unlike before, it was a cold and rational fear, not a hot and confusing fear..
It felt like someone was kindly explaining how scary this was..
Was it because of that??
The priest suddenly had the idea to examine his own body..
My body is bleeding and itchy from being eaten by swarms of flies..
The priest wiped the blood with his eyes and hands and checked his condition by feeling it..
And I found out.
The disaster is not over yet.
The rising poisonous bell, the insects swimming within it, the sixth sign.
“Ugh...Ahhhh!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!”
The priest fell into despair more calmly and rationally than anyone else..
***
[It's a little stuffy here?]
The woman on the camel said this and pointed her index finger up into the sky..
At that moment, Kevin could feel it..
May an invisible force take hold of Kevin, Joanna, and the entire catacombs..
I know it, but it's a force I can't avoid or stop..
All Kevin could do was hold his arms out to protect Joanna and lower his body to brace for impact..
After a while, the ground seemed to shake, an indescribable roar sounded, and the surrounding vision became blurry for a moment..
“Phew...! Phew...! Phew······!”
When Kevin's vision became clear again, a cloud of dust rose up around him, and Kevin instinctively felt that he had come up to the ground..
Kevin looked at Joanna with her arms outstretched protecting her..
She was also in the same condition as him..
White face, cold sweat on my forehead, heavy breathing.
A state of extreme stress. Still, there were no injuries..
Even though the entire basement came up above ground, Joanna and Kevin were safe and unharmed..
Accident? It wasn't. It was protected..
In contrast to the ruins surrounding the landscape, Kevin and Joanna's surroundings were clean and the remnants of what had been nuns sparsely visible among the ruins were telling..
[Oh, feel refreshed..]
That she was protected by the woman who now savors the air on earth..
As if turning heaven and earth upside down, while the underground was being brought up to the ground..
[As expected, I think the air is better here. I agree?]
A woman riding a camel made of nuns looked at Kevin with a gentle smile typical of women..
Her body clearly bore traces of the nuns who had used it as material, but to Kevin's surprise, he felt beauty and nobility..
Profane beauty and profane nobility.
Even though Kevin didn't say anything, the woman on the camel continued talking. It's like she didn't even think about answering in the first place..
[But it's not a landscape..]
With those words, the woman on the camel slightly waved the hand made up of the nuns' arms..
Then, even though there was no wind, the cloudy dust cleared and the view became clear..
“······!”
“······!”
Kevin and Joanna saw.
Black and green frogs, red lice, and black flies fill the area from where the field of vision begins to the end..
Strangely, at the ruined site, frogs, lice, and flies were standing motionless in their places, looking this way, or more precisely, at the woman on the camel..
without making any sound.
Kevin and Joanna froze in place at the unrealistic sight and silence, feeling an unpleasant sensation that made the hairs on their entire bodies stand up.-
“-What did you come here for??”
A voice that reached the floor rang softly..
An inappropriate sound like ink staining a pure white dress.
The owner of that voice was none other than Kevin..
Kevin Dunbar, the Archive's disciple and Oliver's temporary executioner..
“That guy... Is it because?”
He desperately moved his mouth to ask a question, and the woman on the camel looked at Kevin without saying a word..
Those profound eyes were more fearful than any other murderous gaze, but Kevin did not give in and looked at the woman on the camel..
Answer me. The woman on the camel responded..
[Hehehe. I never asked you to speak?]
Woman riding a camel talking and smiling,
Then, an unknown cold and heavy force gently and oppressively pressed down on everything the eyes could see..
Rattling rattling······.
everyone trembled.
Kevin, Joanna, and all the creatures around us..
All of those creatures included flies, lice, and frogs..
The tension reaches its peak in an instant. It was then.
[just joke. You can tell me.]
Just before Kevin and Joanna collapsed, the woman on the camel flipped her horse over like the palm of her hand..
It really seems like it's a joke.
Then, as if it were a lie, the soft and oppressive pressure around them disappeared, and Kevin and Joanna were able to breathe again..
This made it clear.
It was not a being that could win, no, it was not a being that the fight itself could take place..
It wasn't like everyone could come together and risk their lives to win..
Kevin, seeing the devil for the first time, and Joanna, seeing the devil for the second time, thought the same thing..
In particular, Joanna... The one who got burned. He was really playing. Because of one person called Oliver.
While Kevin and Joanna were struggling to stay sane in a being that was beyond their will to risk their lives, a woman on a camel spoke..
Sitting on a camel, prim as a girl, yet proud like a lady..
[Well, first of all, to answer your question, the reason I came here is because of work. Public service.]
The woman on the camel pointed down with her finger. Looks like there's someone down there.
[It's true that I came to meet you. Privately... Are you worried??]
The woman on the camel looked at Kevin and Joanna and asked.
Even though it was quite far away, I felt pressured to ask as if it was right under my nose..
[It's him.]
The devil called Oliver. With the title “He.” He then made an even more surprising statement:.
[thank you. sincerely. Because you care about him.]
He said thank you for worrying about Oliver..
Kevin and Joanna didn't know how to react to this. How should I react??
[So don't worry. Because I have no intention of harming him. At least that's what you want.]
‘If you wish so.' At that sentence, Joanna reflexively glared at her woman riding her camel..
Joanna tried to ask what that meant, but she couldn't open her mouth..
When he saw the woman on the camel looking at him softly, he couldn't open his mouth..
The woman on the camel did not allow him to open his mouth. She was friendly and kind, but she did not allow him to speak apart from her..
Like treating a cute dog.
Crackling······!
Nevertheless, Joanna tried to ask questions with such force that she broke her teeth..
Even though I lost my sacred law. Because he was a paladin.
“Della... nun?”
Just as Joanna was about to ask a question, a third voice was heard..
Only then did Kevin and Joanna become aware of the others who had been buried in the presence of the woman on the camel..
Over 300 nuns swept away in a destroyed convent.
Among them, only about a hundred were alive and appeared relatively fine..
The convent collapsed and was covered in dust, but at least there were no signs of being plagued by frogs, lice, flies, or insects..
Because the omen that struck the entire kingdom was spared the convent..
The nuns were not particularly surprised by this..
Because Sister Della told me in advance..
A chosen one who was chosen by God's Apostle to promote the rights of our persecuted nuns..
As the only ones chosen from the festering Paterism, we will not be swept away by disaster, but rather will enjoy the honor of preaching God's word with God's apostle and the grace of standing before the prince..
That's why they were able to remain calm even when omens struck the country..
Waiting for the moment when glory and grace will descend.
However, the being who promised glory and grace appeared in a new form..
As a material for the coming of God's apostle..
The nuns who survived the destroyed convent looked at the woman on the camel with blank eyes, unable to cry or laugh..
Like, I hope this dream wakes up.
However, the dream has now become a reality, and in that reality, the woman on the camel asked:.
[do you still believe me?]
The devil who descended on the nuns' bodies asked the nuns.
Do you believe in yourself?.
Gooooooooooooo······.
A camel with the face of a nun made a bizarre howling sound using the nuns' vocal cords..
Then the nuns moved their tangled limbs and turned their heads towards the hundred or so nuns who survived in the ruins of the destroyed convent..
[Do you still want to help me and enjoy the honor of spreading God's word and the grace of seeing Him??]
None of the nuns answered..
It was a moment I had really been waiting for, a moment I had really hoped for, but when it actually appeared in front of me, I couldn't bring myself to do it..
This wasn't what they imagined. Something like this······.
Someone mustered up the courage to slowly shake their head..
I want to quit here.
Everyone's eyes were on her..
To see what her answer would lead to..
Surprisingly and fortunately, the woman on the camel was not angry..
She nodded with a benevolent smile, as if she understood..
just······. stiff!
All she did was press her finger in the air and crush the nun who shook her head like a bug..
I just crushed it without any emotions..
All that remains where the nun was was a large blood stain..
It was similar to when you crush a mosquito to death..
Not only the look but also the feeling.
The blood of the crushed nun splashed on the faces of the nuns who were relatively nearby..
But no one fainted. Because she had to answer the question of the woman on the camel.
The woman on the camel asked again.
[What are the rest of the people's answers??]
Will I enjoy glory and grace, or will I not?.
dump······.
the answer was simple.
The nuns decided to kneel, put their hands together, and bow their heads in obedience, as they had done for hundreds of years..
The target just changed.
“Me, I believe······.”
The woman on the camel who heard the answer smiled the same way as when she rejected it.,
Left ah ah ah...!!
The nuns pulled out their own heads with both hands and prepared to help the woman on the camel..
It became a procession itself for a woman on a camel..
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