The Successor to the Underworld Is a Cheat Player

“Shoot.”

Jhagar’s voice.

When Sein turned around, Jhagar was not there.

Klang!

Once again, in front, a rumble echoed.

This was the saint’s special move that had blocked Jhagar’s dagger earlier.

“Annoyed?”

Sacred territory.

It was no different from that of a Paladin’s.

However, the saint’s sacred power, or rather Sein’s sacred power, was even stronger and purer than that of Black Green.

The ability to handle it.

Kyaah!

Now, he couldn’t be compared to someone who had just become a Paladin.

A blocker against any attack, Jugar.

His whole body.

Swoosh.

The smoke of reconciliation vanished.

-Black Smoke.

That was the blessing Jugar possessed.

His entire body transformed into black mist, free from the constraints of physics and with no limitations on movement.

The interesting point was.

“I thought he was an assassin, turns out he’s just a thief.”

It wasn’t a skill acquired in the life of an assassin, but a skill acquired in the life of a disciple of a Grand Master.

“This bastard-!”

An excited Jugar materialized a part of himself and stabbed a snake towards Sein.

A red dagger with an aura of the Aura Blade.

“It’s useless….”

Sein stopped speaking.

Thud.

A flashing blade in front of his forehead.

Jugar finally pierced through Sein’s sacred domain.

However.

“You say it’s useless.”

In the end, he couldn’t reach him.

“You’re quite arrogant, Saint.”

But as Jugar materialized his face, a smile spread across his lips.

Clearly, what he said was.

-Opening of the Blessing.

But what he showed was merely the use of the blessing.

Amplification of physical abilities, amplification of magic power, use of special abilities.

“….!”

Something still remained.

Whoosh!

Within the sacred domain, Jugar’s snake exhaled black smoke.

Jugar’s black smoke began to fill the protective shield that had been set up for defense.

“Cough! Cough!”

Sein coughed.

A bit away, Jugar smiled as the victor.

“No matter how much of a saint you are, you can’t hold your breath.”

That was something only warriors who had undergone rigorous training could do.

In the end, the essence of the saint was closer to that of a magician or a priest.

‘Impossible.’

Judging by Zagarr’s assessment, while the saint’s divine power and holy magic may reach the level of a paladin, his physical form was beyond comparison.

And furthermore.

“I suppose you can’t perform exorcism. The obsidian has penetrated your body.”

The saint, like a magician, performed exorcism and unfolded holy magic.

Proof of the necessity of exorcism.

If that’s the case.

Snick.

With obsidian penetrating even his lungs, the saint, struggling to breathe properly, had lost even the means of attack.

Nevertheless, a robust holy domain.

Zagarr remained composed.

“Even with the saint’s divine power, it will be inevitable.”

Enhanced by the blessing, the obsidian felt like venom made of darkness.

A monster devouring magic, organs, no, everything it touched.

Confident of victory, Zagarr turned his back.

“Tsk.”

Then he let out a brief, poignant sound.

“It seems it’ll take a while for that side to end.”

Paladins and immortals.

Their battle was intensifying.

The immortals were notably dwindling, as were the Steel Knights.

The only silver lining was.

“Ughhh-!”

The paladin, Blackgreen, showed signs of fatigue, while Phepero’s chest was split open, gushing out black blood.

Zagarr pondered.

What should he do?

But ultimately, he had to deal with the paladin.

Dealing with the Holy Sword’s fate or the pact with the immortals could wait.

Puff.

At that moment, Zagarr lowered his head with a dumbfounded expression.

A gleaming spear piercing through his abdomen.

Swoosh.

Then, with an incredulous look, he slowly turned his head.

“You don’t need to show me more, do you?”

As if.

“The time is up. There’s no more time to play around.”

The saint, holding a shining sword in his hand, was standing below.

From bottom to top.

“It seems the balance is a bit off.”

The sound of a scream echoed through the air!

A straight scar appeared on one of Jhagar’s eyes.

“Wow, looks like a perfect match for a washbasin.”

“Aaargh!”

Jhagar, whether it was a scream of agony or a cry of shame, spat out something incomprehensible.

“Now, let’s have some fun with you. Not to kill.”

But the Saint no longer engaged with Jhagar.

The Saint vanished with a swift movement.

“How dare you—!”

Jhagar tried to transform back into black smoke to grab him, but—

“Don’t. Play with me instead.”

Something shining fiercely rushed towards Jhagar.

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“I have a rough idea of what the Blessing Unleashed is.”

He also had a vague notion of that ability.

Given more time, he truly wanted to play with Jhagar.

New power, new secrets.

If he could uncover them, they would be his.

But that was not possible.

Thud!

Saint moved forward, stepping on the fragments of the shattered earth by the Titan.

He never forgot an attempt.

Thud.

The fact that there was a diviner in the whirlpool.

The diviner, who thought the battle would intensify, was ready to reveal himself.

“It’s you.”

Those figures were now facing Saint on the Titan’s corpse.

“You’re the ones who woke the Titan.”

The Titan woke at an opportune time.

There was no way it was a mere coincidence.

He sensed an alien energy, which quickly concealed itself.

If there were no enemies in front of him, he would have pursued.

“I’m curious about something.”

Saint said, snapping necks.

“How did you wake the Titan? Not an easy feat.”

For the Titan to move, certain conditions needed to be met.

“You.”

The masked individuals.

At first glance, they were wearing extraordinary equipment.

“An empire?”

The only thought that crossed Sein’s mind was of a new empire.

Swish!

A blade passed by Sein’s nose.

In time, Sein quickly leaned back to avoid the danger.

Crunch.

The hand held a person tightly.

“I asked you. Is it a new empire?”

Crack.

The opponent’s neck snapped, and they tumbled to the ground.

The Titan’s body was protected by numerous divine barriers.

Furthermore, Blackgreen, Immortal, and Demorus were in a situation where they had to exert all their strength to defeat the opponent in front of them.

Therefore, they would not be able to see or hear this place.

The battle here would not spill outside.

That meant.

Hmm.

There was no longer a need to focus solely on the Saint.

Sein’s chest, torn apart in battle with Jugar, began to have patterns drawn on it.

As Sein’s arms started to darken, his energy began to change.

Kukukuku.

The Dark Zone exuded a dark and fearful power.

“If you don’t want to talk, then don’t.”

He awakened the heart possessed by the Last Demon.

“Because you won’t be able to leave alive anyway.”

Swoosh.

In an instant, Sein ripped apart another masked figure with his growing nails.

It was a strange feeling.

Sein facing the masked figures.

Clang.

Sein deflected the sword with both his nails.

In that gap.

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Swaish!

The tip of the sword pierced.

He spun his body around.

To others, the speed was so fast that only an afterimage remained.

He did not forget his counterattack.

Whoosh.

The elongated nails pierced another body.

But at that moment.

Whoosh!

The swords pierced through the back of the fallen man, rushing towards Sain.

“Hah, these crazy guys are something else.”

Sain said, almost laughing in disbelief.

A brutality unseen in the game.

Even though it had become reality, this level of violence was uncommon.

Exploiting the death of a comrade.

These guys knew it worked.

Swish!

Rather than falling back, they lunged towards Sain, aiming to overpower him.

Shoosh!

Of course, things didn’t go their way.

Moreover, their movements were downright eerie.

Unprecedented.

‘As if they’re all one.’

No, it felt similar to what was experienced in the past during the game.

“Quite demanding.”

In that moment.

Clang!

Spikes emerging from under Sain’s feet pierced through the attackers coming at him.

Resembling Felpero’s dark thorns.

An elite ability associated with the final demons.

From one’s own shadow, endlessly.

Crack!

A skill to extract the thorns.

Sain broke one of the spikes that emerged.

Bastion had left him a place to stand, naturally.

“It’s the second round.”

The dark thorns would become his blades.

Sain, holding the sword, was different again.

They thought they had figured out Sain’s pattern, but his movements had completely changed.

“True destruction.”

Staggering against the entirely different power, they could only step back.

One thorn shattered with a single strike.

However.

Crack.

Breaking another thorn, gripping it in his hand was enough.

The number of masked figures had significantly decreased.

“…….”

However, Sein had been focused on only one thing from beginning to end.

At the back of those wearing masks.

The white mask.

A lad who simply watched over all battles without even a flinch.

And another thing.

“Not readable.”

One who hadn’t been read up to this point was the author’s first.

That’s why Sein didn’t move hastily and was just observing the situation.

But that was not the way to go.

As originally planned, he should have rushed in recklessly.

Uuuung.

The Titan’s body began to resonate.

Finally, the lad fully awoke from slumber, regaining freedom from restraint.