The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“Angel.”

“In difficult times, perhaps Angel has finally revealed herself and sent a lion for the lamb.”

It was not a common belief.

Literally, a belief bordering on fanaticism.

“You all seem tired.”

At that moment, Aine approached the Holy Steel Knights.

They were the Holy Steel Knights who had to maintain a forced march due to avoiding the eyes of the Dark River and the New Empire, moving cautiously.

If they were not tired, it would be a lie.

“Oh, Angel. Please watch over your children.”

The sound of prayer flowing from Aine’s lips.

Rumble.

Then, the thorn pattern of the Archangel began to appear on Aine’s forehead.

“Whoa!”

“The Ring of the Saint!”

No believer could mistake it.

The Ring of the Saint, which only a saint could possess!

And the spreading divine power.

“Ah…!”

It was restoring the exhausted vitality and wounds of the Holy Steel Knights.

Due to the nature of the Temple Knights, they included not only Holy Knights but also priests for treatment, enhancement, and combat support.

But even among them, there were limits.

“Ahh!”

Aine’s divine power completely restored the Holy Steel Knights as if ignoring those limits.

There was no way now.

“I-I apologize for doubting, Your Holiness.”

“I dared to doubt Your Holiness.”

What to do when there is clear evidence before your eyes.

It was just doubtful whether the saint was truly on their side.

Judging that was not up to an ordinary knight.

“The Saint is with us.”

Paladin, Blackgreen.

“This expedition was undoubtedly blessed by Angel.”

He welcomed Ain and Marcell to the party.

Ain, who performed miracles.

Looking up at the sky, he thought.

“I will make good use of it. Angel.”

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He seeks the Paladin.

That was Sein’s plan.

If someone had heard Sein’s plan, they would have felt disappointed by its simplicity to the point of absurdity. Some might have even called it madness.

The Paladin is a monster.

Not comparable to Demorus’ Duke Tegera, but.

“At least at level cap.”

With the Paladin’s condition of achieving at least level cap, they were truly individuals who could be called a one-man army.

“Blackgreen.”

The Paladin Blackgreen is also a monster in the same sense.

But Sein’s plan was not foolish.

“As you know, so you show.”

In this world, as strong as you appear.

When the Paladin reached that level.

“Sir Ain.”

Sein would appear as a saint in himself.

The amount of holy power recovered and increased explosively through leveling up.

Although the way to use it might be different, the amount and quality were indeed superior to the Paladin Blackgreen.

“Would it be acceptable to entrust Sir Ain with the command?”

Also, hope for the faction they held.

Faith in God.

All of it would lead to the saint who emerged.

“Blind faith blinds human eyes.”

That was the reason this amusing thing was possible.

This was something experienced in the past as well.

– The mad prince was chosen as a saint?

– Nonsense!

Sein Archipald.

There was a time when chaos erupted in the temple at the rumor of a madman, who used the power of a saint while committing slaughter and inciting war.

The priests who came to prove it.

– It’s corrupt power!

– It’s false!

They were executed for daring to blaspheme Sein.

Of course, in a situation where the Imperial Palace had to move.

The Palace sent three Paladins to the Saint, thinking that they would even sacrifice the battle with the Empire.

And.

– I greet the Saint.

The Palace acknowledged the Saint as a Saint.

It was undeniable evidence before their eyes.

From the start, the Paladins were lunatics.

Among fanatics, they were the most fanatical.

Without such faith, they could not reach the level attainable by ordinary humans.

Back then, as it is now, it remains the same.

The Palace’s mistake was.

‘Creating the Paladins.’

Naturally, the Palace leadership did not accept that the Saint was a Saint.

And the result was.

‘The Paladins killed them all.’

It would be quicker to ask the Inquisitor.

Snick.

The awaited moment had arrived.

The reason why the Saint had been provoking the Palace with the bait of the Saint’s chamber up until now was also this.

However, the Palace would not acknowledge them.

Not just due to their authenticity, but because the sanctity of the Saint’s chamber was indeed created.

However.

“I will waive my authority.”

The Saint is different.

The vast amount of sanctity flowing through his body.

The halo of the Saint drawn on his forehead.

Everything about him.

“The Paladins, led by Black Green.”

It was indeed what Angel had given to them.

“How… could we not have noticed?”

“Could there be such a thing? If they are so faithful to Angel, I simply aim to temporarily entrust myself to assist Black Green due to circumstances.”

“Ah…”

The Saint is the Son of God.

The words of such a Saint.

“So, I ask.”

It is the will of God to the Paladins.

“What has happened? What does the Holy Sword… the Church want?”

He asks them.

A question that surely has no answer.

“Ah! I am late with my words.”

Blackgreen answered.

“The goal of this expedition is to retrieve the Holy Sword, and…”

A bright smile.

“To strike down those who dare to seize the Holy Sword with God’s divine punishment!”

“In this world, Angel’s will has been hidden, and chaos has arisen with the advent of darkness.”

Blackgreen said.

“Dare! God’s divine punishment on the darkness that has tainted the world!”

To summarize Blackgreen’s story:

– Grasped the whereabouts of the Holy Sword.

– Purposely leaked it.

And.

“The unbelievers known as the Three Dark Lords will soon find out.”

Those who come seeking it.

“To maintain the integrity of the Order.”

He would kill them all.

Saint was almost tempted to applaud his fervor.

Just like in the past, the Paladins’ fanatical faith and steadfastness had a natural applause-inducing quality.

“If Ain lends a hand, they will be even more brutally enlightened. Will you assist?”

At Blackgreen’s request.

“Willingly.”

Saint replied with a smile.

The Steel Knights began to move.

Saint stuck close to Blackgreen, asking him many things.

“Paladins. That’s…?”

To the extent that the Knights who had begun to believe in Saint were restraining Blackgreen.

“How is it? What the Saint knows is what Angel knows.”

Blackgreen was blunt.

“At present, the Order is divided into five major factions. The heretical groups will soon realize that they are straying from the righteous path.”

Blackgreen unraveled the inner workings of the Order, easily accessible even to Otomeo, as if telling a story.

“Are you referring to the Holy Maiden in Demoras? It is likely to be true.”

Saint, without any prompting, asked Blackgreen from time to time.

“We are planning an operation for that moment. Whether the Holy Maiden is false or not, the temple must decide. But if she is false…”

Vroom!

The greatsword hanging behind Blackgreen resonated with his sanctity, emitting light.

“You won’t be able to evade the punishment.”

A tremendous confidence.

“Regarding the location of the Order?”

Blackgreen, who was like a robot answering anything, paused only once.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t disclose that.”

“Ah, if I have transgressed.”

Though Aine took a step back.

“It’s not that. It’s because I don’t know.”

Blackgreen wasn’t avoiding the answer; it was truly because of not knowing that he couldn’t speak.

“How can you not know?”

“As soon as you leave the pulpit, all memories of the pulpit are erased. Only when the mission is complete and you are called back can you find your way there again.”

Indeed, is that the way it is.

A revelation even to the paladins.

“I must look into this.”

It was only natural that interest was piqued.

As Sein delved into information about the pulpit.

“We have arrived.”

They could reach their destination.

At the edge of Zone 7, a barren wasteland with nothing around.

It was a place filled only with the corpses of dead trees.

“Hallowed be. Let us offer our prayers.”

Starting with Blackgreen, the devout knights began to pray.

“….”

Sein watched them closely.

‘It’s different.’

It was the first time.

A flow of sanctity entirely different from what he knew.

One could follow, but there was a sense of distortion in the flow of sanctity.

“Ah-!”

Their sanctity was amplifying and spreading.

‘Indeed.’

The Galiona they had once seen again, the Steel Cross knights charging to capture the saintess.

There was something he had thought when observing the other Saintly Temple factions.

That they would be utterly ruined and beyond recovery.

But now, a spectacle was unfolding before his eyes, shattering that thought.

Humans who chose evolution to survive in a world on the brink of destruction.

“It’s a vortex.”

The temple had also evolved.

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A vortex, it was a nature that did not exist in the past like a maze.

If a maze played the role of summoning a place similar to a dungeon.

Whirrr-!

The vortex was a concept of a portal that transported to a completely different place.

However.

“It’s not a message for the Saint, but it would be wise to prepare firmly.”

The issue was the shifting location.

“As the Saint must know, the area where the whirlpool leads is the Dark Zone.”

A portal leading to the Dark Zone from Zone 10.

Normally, humans cannot survive in the Dark Zone.

The moment one steps foot there, they are destined to be contaminated and die within a day.

However, the Dark Zone reached through the whirlpool was different.

“Why was the Holy Sword found in Zone 7?”

The whirlpool neutralizes the magic of the safe zone and the Dark Zone, forming a protective shield that allows humans to survive for a while.

In return, the whirlpool mainly appears in lower zones, and once it appears, the surrounding land turns into ruins.

“With Angel by your side, what is there to worry about?”

“Indeed, you are the Saint.”

Blackgreen smiled satisfactorily at Ain’s words.

His face, which had seemed amiable so far, suddenly changed.

“Charge.”

Like a true knight.

Giving the charge order.

And the Sacred Knights, Ain, and Marsil set foot into the whirlpool.

Swoosh.

They disappeared as they were sucked in.

“The door is open.”

The shadows watching them revealed themselves and spoke.

The symbol etched in a corner of their chests indicated their allegiance.

– Immortal.

One of the three Dark Houses, Immortal.

And.

“They are temporary allies.”

Another figure revealing itself from a corner, Demorus.

Jagar was there.

The mission leader of Immortal slowly removed his robe and said, “I will discard it anytime if it becomes a hindrance.”

“Of course.”