I Got an Omnipotent Angel - Chapter 125

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Chapter 125: Malevolent Site - 9

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My whole body tingled under the pressure, and it had not even descended yet.

It reminded me of the exorcism ritual at Yulim Hotel.

The moment Gari's true form had briefly appeared after the Holy Vein Triangle was completed and a sanctuary declared.

The moment the Heavenly Scribe, Opha, descended.

No, considering it had not even been summoned now, its total power might have surpassed Gari's true form.

Was this the kind of monster that emerged when a Malevolent Site was completed?

This was dangerous.

We could not stop it unless we brought Gari's true form here.

"Pastor!"

I leaped straight to Pastor Park, who was holding back the demons and wizards.

"I'll check if another area has been breached!"

"Will you be all right alone?!"

"I'm not alone."

Clack!

【Po~!】

Eight-Foot Sister climbed aboard Gari in Chariot Mode.

The moment we cast Spatial Leap together, my body floated up, and we vanished.

* * *

"W-what was that? They just disappeared..."

"Teleportation? He could do that too?"

Pastor Park suddenly realized he had acted too hastily.

If Yohan could teleport, people might ask why he had not taken them and fled this hellhole earlier.

A large-scale teleport would naturally be a bad move when he needed to conserve spiritual power for the battles ahead, but that was separate from how desperate people might think of it.

"Well, there are circumstances..."

"He could've escaped alone, but he stayed with us until the end..."

"Damn it, Mr. Baek! What are you...?"

"Hmm?"

Pastor Park tilted his head at the unexpected reaction.

"Well, he's built up quite an image."

"That's true, Pastor Go."

He had been boosted by a prayer, but Yohan's charisma was no ordinary thing.

He had pulled out every treasure he had, fighting at the front like a madman while reciting prayers. If that did not win people over, that would be the strange part.

"Let's hurry too. We need to deal with these bastards before we can go help."

"Yes!"

Keeping the source of the pressure he had felt for some time in mind, Pastor Park punched the demon before him to death.

* * *

Jinju was waiting when we leaped to the entrance.

After dropping off Mountain Lord and Kohaku, I had told Jinju to return just in case. It looked like Jinju had done so.

"Jinju, carry us to where you left Mountain Lord and Kohaku!"

Snort!

Eight-Foot Sister and I climbed onto Jinju's back, while Gari followed behind us.

Jinju pushed off the ground, spread its wings wide, and began to fly.

"Sis, put on the goggles."

【Po~】

I put on goggles specially made for flying.

If you flew through the sky unprotected, your eyes would water so badly you could not see.

The cold was another problem, but I had thermal underwear made from the Kyoto White-Faced Golden-Furred Nine-Tailed Fox's tail fur, so it was not too bad.

As we flew toward the direction where the new Ghost Vein had risen, I called Cardinal Rosinald.

"Hello?"

[Brother Yohan. How did the operation go?!]

I told the Cardinal what had happened in front of the dragon node.

How communication had cut off once we entered the dungeon, the nature of the trial, and even the gaze I had felt deep underground.

[...It will not be an ordinary demon. The prophecy you received mentions the Three Kings.]

The kings Gari had warned me about through the prophecy of After-Kings.

One of them, the demon king I had just absorbed, was Beleth, thirteenth among the 72 Demons.

It had failed to descend completely because the ritual was unfinished, and I had taken it down. Still, it must have been an incredibly powerful demon.

[Come to the base first.]

"What? Shouldn't I be going to help the Templar Order?"

[We are gathering additional reinforcements. It will be safer if we go together.]

"..."

Time was of the essence, but I could not exactly ignore Cardinal Rosinald, the supreme commander.

"I'm sorry, but my companions are there. I'll go on ahead."

[Brother Yohan? Brother Yohan!]

I hung up and flew straight toward Mountain Lord and Kohaku.

The place we reached was completely different from the dungeon entrance we had entered.

Had they been built around the same time?

The layout and even the architectural style were identical.

"They've been preparing this for a long time."

They said the 72 Demons had been released from King Solomon's brass jar by the people of Babylon.

If the 72 Demons had been freed around 2,500 years ago, they could have prepared countless things over that long span of time.

There might be far more dungeons like this one.

It sent a chill through me.

Those bastards had all the time in the world. What could they not prepare?

Their underlings had probably bought the land around this dragon node and thoroughly blocked outsiders from entering. It had to be an even easier age for them to operate in secret.

"Isn't this balance completely busted?"

The mission I had been given was starting to feel more and more overwhelming.

What on earth had God seen in me that made Him prepare me as Solomon's successor?

"Haah..."

Still, I had to do what needed doing.

Gari, Eight-Foot Sister, and I went deeper inside.

Before long, we found bodies.

"..."

They were mercenary corpses.

Mixed among them were Legion demons, so there must have been a major battle here.

We had managed to get through, but what had happened to Father Gabriel's group?

I had sent Mountain Lord and Kohaku as reinforcements, but I could not help worrying.

"Tch..."

The farther down we went, the stronger the stench became.

There were so many demons that the reek was bound to sting our noses.

But this smell gave me a strange sense of déjà vu.

It smelled just like Belet, the king who had been about to descend...

"Kohaku?"

Then I spotted a familiar fox spirit.

Kohaku was collapsed on the ground.

I hurried over and helped Kohaku up.

"Kohaku? Are you okay? Wake up."

"Ugh... My lord?"

Kohaku blinked and barely managed to stand.

"What happened? Where's Mountain Lord?"

"M-Mountain Lord is..."

The moment Kohaku opened her mouth, her transformation came undone.

Her fox jaws opened wide and lunged for my throat. I used Spatial Leap to retreat backward.

"Kohaku?"

"Hehe... Why are you acting that way, my lord?"

What was that? Had Kohaku just tried to tear out my throat?

I was still trying to make sense of it, my guard rising, when it happened.

【Po!】

Eight-Foot Sister swung Benkei's Iron Staff.

Thwack!

A huge body went flying.

It was Mountain Lord.

【Roar!】

【Po!】

Mountain Lord and Eight-Foot Sister faced each other.

And Gari was watching beyond Kohaku.

"..."

Step. Step.

They came out of the darkness, one after another.

Mercenaries armed with familiar bulletproof vests and guns...

And monks and nuns of the Templar Order.

"Gari, no matter how I look at it... They've lost their minds, right?"

Clack! Clack!

I had realized it the moment Kohaku and Mountain Lord attacked me.

They had been bewitched by something.

And if something could bewitch a being as powerful as Mountain Lord...

"Show yourself, demon!!"

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Something huge writhed in the darkness.

It was a massive hoof, thick as a pillar.

A creature so enormous that the floor cracked like a spiderweb every time it planted a foot.

Its dried skin was shriveled like a corpse's, black blood trickling through its cracks. A Black Camel.

Something appeared to be sitting on top of it.

A black cloak ornamented with gold.

The thing resting atop its head, made of bones and flesh, looked like a crown.

Its silhouette had the form of a woman, but it was an abyssal lifeform that could never be called human.

Black holes lay where its eyes should have been, while the place where its mouth should have been was packed with dense, sharp teeth like a lamprey's.

"Gari, I think you and it will have a good fight."

Clack-clack!

I forced myself to act relaxed, trying to control my trembling heart.

It reminded me of when I had met Martim, the eighteenth demon.

Absolute evil that humans could not resist. The feeling of being trapped in a deep sea, unable to escape no matter how much I struggled.

I was sure of it.

This was on a completely different level from Martim.

Martim had not been a weak demon by any means, but the thing before me was a great demon with the stature of a true king.

That was why I understood.

A nemesis.

Rumble!

Drums resounded.

Behind the demon, Legion sang a marching tune.

"My lord. Submit to that one."

Kohaku spoke.

The fox spirit's grotesquely warped face was nothing like the Kohaku I knew.

"The king shall march, and we must offer our lives for that one."

"Kohaku, snap out of it. Didn't you say you would make me the Kirishitan Shogun?"

"How could a mere human king possibly compare to the King of Hell?! Submit to that one's authority and be at peace!"

"You've really lost it."

Was this the demon's power?

The power to bewitch people or turn them into puppets.

The queen riding a camel.

The form of the demon depicted by the altar statue.

The Templar Order members must have guessed it too.

The demon's identity.

"Paimon, ninth among the 72 Demons."

It smiled.

Its mouth did not open, but I guessed it was smiling.

I did not like that.

"Our great senior Solomon had you working way too comfortably, huh? You forget you're a slave and start acting up?"

Whoooom!

Maybe my taunt had worked. An immense force poured from Paimon.

At the same time, I charged toward it atop Gari.

"Sis, hold off Mountain Lord and Kohaku!"

【Pooo!!】

Eight-Foot Sister charged Mountain Lord with the Iron Staff in hand.

Without her machine gun, Eight-Foot Sister would be at a disadvantage in a hand-to-hand fight with Mountain Lord.

So I had to end this quickly.

I rode Gari in Chariot Mode and circled Paimon.

Legion demons and the bewitched people rushed at me.

Ignoring the bewitched people, I trampled only the demons and incinerated them with Gari's flaming wheels.

The problem was the bullets.

"Hah!"

I ducked into the chariot as gunfire came flying at me.

Lead rounds would not hurt Gari, but I was human. One shot would kill me.

I was especially helpless against ranged weapons.

"Ah!"

Just as I was wondering how to neutralize their guns, I got a good idea.

"The Lord's word is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my path. Darkness shall not overcome the light!"

I scattered holy water in every direction as I recited the prayer.

"The Lord's word is living and active, sharper than any double-edged sword. Servants of darkness, in Christ's name, I proclaim that you shall yield before the pure gleam of lead!!"

The moment I finished the prayer, I sensed that the incoming rounds had changed.

I did not have the courage to confirm it myself, but the effect soon became clear.

Pop!

Pop-pop!

The guns that had been firing so enthusiastically all around began to melt or explode.

The lead rounds I had consecrated while gleefully spraying holy water had disabled their guns.

"Forget cowardly ranged weapons and let's settle this in close combat!"

I was riding a chariot, of course.

Still, we were outnumbered. Wasn't this fair play?

The Templar Order members and mercenaries who had lost their weapons grabbed weapons from dead demons and charged at me in a pack.

I could not run them all over, so I dodged as much as possible while trampling only demons.

Then my phone rang.