6kv Chapter 275
Chapter 275
Chapter 275
Joseph approached the man without any weapons and only his bare fists. The man lightly snorted.
He pointed to the mace that was lying on the ground and asked, "Why did you throw away a perfectly good weapon? I don’t understand."
"Because I don't need it," Joseph replied.
The man took a few steps back as if to avoid Joseph. He could sense a strange energy emanating from him, so he quickly scanned Joseph's body with his eyes. It did not have any outstanding features—it was just an ordinary body that was inferior in every aspect.
In terms of physical quality alone, he was far below Jin-Seo and Ha-Yeon who were behind him. No, he was even more inferior than the average clergyman. It was a cursed body that would have struggled to even become a clergyman in the first place. However, there was a strength in Joseph's body that overcame such physical inferiority.
"Impressive. Did you manage to shape your body like that through training alone?" the man asked.
Joseph approached the man with a stern face. He asked, "Why did you kill my wife?"
Joseph thought of his wife who had been torn to pieces. His wife had been an ordinary person. She had never done anything to deserve resentment, nor was she exceptional enough to be the target of Satanists. Therefore, when his wife died, Joseph had many doubts.
Why did his wife have to die? For what purpose did the Satanists kill his wife? He thought knowing why might relieve some of the confusion that had built up in his heart.
"She died because she was inferior. If she had been superior, she would have survived. That's fate," the man said.
"So you’re saying there was no reason."
Upon hearing the man’s answer, Joseph nodded. There was no hint of sadness on his stern face. Instead, he smiled widely. Wrinkles formed around his lips.
"I see."
Joseph's figure then disappeared from the man's sight. The man’s eyes darted around in an attempt to find him.
Within the space inside the Banquet that the man had created, he identified the positions of all superior creatures. All those who entered the Banquet were all in the palm of the man's hand. The problem was the fact that Joseph was not superior—instead, he was ridiculously inferior. The man belatedly realized where Joseph had disappeared to, but it was too late.
Crash!
Joseph grabbed the back of the man’s head and slammed it into the ground. The man trembled while his head was stuck in the ground. Joseph looked down at him and laughed.
"Thank you. I feel a little better. I thought it was my fault."
Joseph was the last successor of the Nazirite arts and was a capable clergyman. He often thought that his wife had died because of his success. If he had not been a clergyman, or if he had not been the successor of the Nazirite arts, his wife might not have died. He had spent years in self-blame and self-loathing because of that thought.
"So there was no reason at all. No reason whatsoever."
However, that was all a misconception. There was no reason for his wife's death. Joseph thought it was rather fortunate that his wife had simply died for no reason at all. It wasn't because Joseph was the successor of the Nazirite arts, and it wasn't because he was a clergyman either. She just happened to catch the eyes of a Satanist and unluckily met her end.
A tear rolled down Joseph's cheek.
"It seems I still don't feel good at all. I can't accept this."
Rip!
Joseph grabbed the man's arm and tore it apart. Black blood dripped from the man's forearm. Then, Joseph tore apart the man's other arm, which ripped off as easily as paper.
When the man screamed and tried to get back up, Joseph tore apart his legs.
The essence of the Nazirite arts was about abandoning all formalities, surrendering to wrath, and destroying everything that came into one’s grasp. The Nazirite arts revealed its true power the moment its user discarded their elegance.
"What is this?" the man uttered in despair at the sight of Joseph’s ridiculous power and resorted to using black magic.
Hands rose up from the pits of hell and reattached new arms and legs to the man. With his newly attached limbs, the man rose from his seat. Then he quickly took a few steps back in order to distance himself from Joseph.
"Are you scared?"
He thought he had definitely widened the distance between the two of them, but the man regained his senses only to find Joseph right in front of his face once again. The man's face twisted in terror as he frantically raised his hand. It seemed like he was about to perform another action, but Joseph did not give him a chance. His calloused hand was already gripping the man's head.
Just as Joseph was about to tear the man's head off, the sound of fingers snapping echoed.
Sung Yu-Da had once battled the Satanist executive named Greed long ago. At the time, the damage had been so severe that an entire village completely disappeared. Even considering that Joseph was present at the scene, the damage was too minor for a Satanist executive to have appeared. That was not the only thing that Sung Yu-Da was confused about.
"Did you not see Sun-Woo?"
Sun-Woo had entered the cathedral together with them, but he suddenly went missing. Upon hearing his question, everyone looked at Sung Yu-Da.
However, there were only corpses and clergymen groaning in pain within the cathedral. There were no signs of Sun-Woo.
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Just before Joseph was about to kill him, he used a different black magic spell to narrowly escape death. The black magic spell was named Sheepfold, and it was a technique that trapped oneself in a space that resembled a black egg.
Inside the spell, the man pounded the ground and lamented.
"Damn it, damn it...!"
It was strange. Surely, there was no one superior to him among the clergymen. In his view, Joseph was an infinitely inferior being compared to himself. Yet, he almost met his end at the hands of such an inferior being. He could not accept that fact.
Then, the man felt a presence. There was a strange being wandering around in the Sheepfold where no one except himself, demons, and demonic beasts could enter.
The man looked up. A boy with a young face was approaching him. His face seemed familiar for some reason.
"..."
He wondered where he had seen that face before, and then he remembered the photo that Jun-Hyuk had shown him. It was one of the two people whom Jun-Hyuk had warned not to touch. He didn’t know when he had seen the boy in the photo, but when he saw him in person, the boy's gaze felt a bit unsettling.
He didn’t know how the boy had entered the Sheepfold. A normal Romanican clergyman would not be able to touch the demonic energy surrounding the Sheepfold, let alone enter it, as the energy surrounding the Sheepfold would melt away one's flesh just by touching it.
He must have made a mistake while casting the black magic spell and the boy had been able to enter the Sheepfold as a result.
"You must be quite unlucky. How pitiful," the man said with a smirk as he looked at the boy.
In this dire situation, he didn’t have the leisure to keep his promise to Jun-Hyuk. He got up and approached the boy, wanting to vent his anger.
"There is no one here to help you. This space was created only for me."
At that moment, without even listening to the man's words, the boy said, "Bossou."
Chills instantly ran down the man's body.
From the boy's seemingly ordinary body, there seemed to be an incomprehensible sense of superiority.
Splurt!
In the blink of an eye, the boy's hand pierced the man's heart. The man held his pierced chest and looked at the boy holding his heart in his hand.
His heart was still beating. The boy looked at the extracted heart and said with a somewhat displeased expression, "Hmm... about 0.3 of Jun-Hyuk."
"What?"
"No, never mind..."
Boom!
The boy clenched his fist, and the man’s weakly beating heart finally burst. Despair filled the man's eyes.
The boy continued, "You’re not on the same level as Jun-Hyuk."
Sun-Woo looked at the man who had collapsed on the ground. He realized that the man wasn't a Satanist executive. He was just a Satanist imitating an executive.
"The real executive..." Sun-Woo mumbled and raised his head.
Up in the pitch-black sky, two giant eyes curiously gazed down at Sun-Woo.