The standard of 'strength' differs for everyone.

-Saaaaaa...

For a sick person who cannot walk, the standard of 'strength' could be 'a person who can walk,' and for a skilled swordsman, the standard of 'strength' could be a sword master.

Then.

-Mooooooooo.

How does the Kraken, called a monstrous beast in the eyes of the heretics, appear?

"What...what is that..."

The heretics looked up at the shadowed sky with trembling eyes.

-Mooooooooong...

A giant tentacle of immeasurable size.

An attack from a disaster of unknown cause.

If a meteor were to fall, they could at least find a reason.

"...Uh...!!!"

"What is that!!!"

For those who knew nothing, the Kraken's existence was a catastrophe.

-Mooooooooong...!!

The heretics, with expressions of horror at the appearance of a creature they had never seen before, began to flee from the approaching Kraken's tentacles.

"R...run away!!!!"

The Kraken's tentacles, which moved forward crushing the surrounding air, did not allow for a moment's hesitation and began to strike the ground.

-Kwaang...!!!!!!!

The island shakes.

-Kwaaaaaaaang!!!

As if trying to sink the entire island, the Kraken's tentacles, which repeated up and down dozens of times, began to carry out a slaughter, making a sound like a cracking whip.

"Evacuate to the underground!!!"

"The cave leading to the underground has collapsed!!"

"What did you say?!!"

A cloud of dust so thick that it was impossible to see an inch ahead began to rise. All it did was swing its tentacles, yet the island became a scene of chaos, and screams began to fill the air.

"Kuaaaaaaaak!!!! My leg!!! My leg!!!"

"Hurry and call the archbishop!!!! A monster has attacked!!!"

"Take up your weapons, your weapons!!!"

The heretics, who had brought fear to the empire, began to crumble without being able to put up any resistance.

-Moooooooooon?

The giant, dense trees disappeared with a roar from the Kraken's tentacles striking the ground.

"Kill it!!!"

Those who had taken up swords and spears to cut the Kraken's tentacles lost their will to fight at the regenerating tentacles and were busy fleeing.

"Haha..."

The heretic follower who had lost his will to fight dropped the spear in his hand to the ground and let out a breathless laugh.

-Mooooooooong!

"My God..."

It was impossible for humans to overcome a disaster.

There was only one person they could rely on.

"Bring the archbishop!!!"

There was no other way but to borrow the power of those who were stronger by their 'standard' to overcome the disaster. It would be a shame if their power was insufficient to overcome the disaster that had come, but there was nothing they could rely on but a miracle.

"Ugh... Ughaaaa!!!"

Just as the roar of the Kraken, about to strike the ground once more, was heard.

-Straighten your backs.

The sound of a tentacle being torn with a 'swish' began to echo grandly across the ground.

The heretic, who saw the Kraken's tentacle fall powerlessly to the ground, clenched his fists with a bright expression.

"The Archbishop of Pain!!!"

He has come.

The miracle they had no choice but to rely on has come to resolve the disaster.

The Archbishop of Pain, holding a giant scythe, looked at the Kraken swinging its giant tentacles in front of him and smiled wryly.

"What is the extent of the damage?"

"We cannot grasp the detailed damage, but..."

"Speak roughly."

"Thirty percent."

"Thirty percent... you say."

The Archbishop of Pain quickly turned his head and began to cut down the approaching tentacles.

This 'Scythe of Annihilation,' plundered from a high-ranking adventurer he had killed, had the power to cut down anything it touched.

"I will clear a path. You find the human who is controlling the Kraken."

"Controlling...!!"

"This place is blessed with the grace of the Apostle of Greed. It is not a place that a mere monster can attack."

"...In that case!!"

"Yes."

The Archbishop of Pain looked at the battlefield spattered with blood and flesh and gripped the Scythe of Slaughter tightly.

"That monster is a familiar being controlled by someone."

"...Then where are the other archbishops!!"

"They are in the underground creating a gate to summon the Apostle."

"The underground...!!"

"It will take time for the gate to be completed, so you all regroup and prepare for the invader's attack."

There is no answer.

"I see."

Just as the Archbishop of Pain frowned at the follower's insolent behavior.

-Plunge.

With the sound of flesh being torn, a great pain began to surge in the Archbishop of Pain's chest.

"Ugh...!"

"Which apostle are you gathered in the underground to summon?"

"Who are you...!"

"Is it Greed? Or the new Apostle of Benevolence?"

In front of the struggling Archbishop of Pain's eyes, the image of a follower with a flickering face begins to appear.

"Creating a gate to summon an apostle... It certainly requires a massive amount of power to move an apostle with such great power, so it's natural for all the forces to be concentrated."

Black-rimmed glasses.

A simple impression.

The Archbishop of Pain, who saw the man's face which showed no emotion despite having plunged a dagger into his chest, raised his trembling eyes and shouted.

"You are...!!!"

"It's been a while, Archbishop of Pain."

"You traitorous bastard...!!"

Hans smiled slightly and said.

"To call me a traitor, you haven't done anything for me."

"You're a dead man anyway due to the prohibition...!!! Even if you've had a change of heart."

"The prohibition was lifted a long time ago."

"...What did you say?"

"Step aside, Archbishop of Pain."

"You bastard..."

"God is coming."

At Hans's polite bow, the Archbishop of Pain's eyes trembled and he raised his head. Rather than checking the wound in his chest from which he was coughing up blood, he had a greater desire to see their leader first.

'Who is it... who dares to invade the sanctuary...'

The Archbishop of Pain pulled out the dagger embedded in his chest and looked at the man walking

"Ready, Saint-nim."

-Step.

The Archbishop was kindly approaching, waiting his turn. It would be better for them to come all at once, but their underestimation of me almost made me laugh.

Whatever the case, good is good.

"I'll have the first taste. Khe-hit..."

The Archbishop of Addiction, the first to take up his weapon, reached into his priest's robes, grabbed a worn handaxe in each hand, and began to loosen his wrists.

-Hwung. Hwung.

It's the weapon I saw in the novel.

-Khehhehehhehet!!!!

-My flesh... Kuaaaak!!!!

-Doesn't it tingle?! Want more?! When you scream like that, it just gets me more excited!!!

His black magic, which contaminated the skin by cutting the flesh with an axe, was described gruesomely in the novel. It was one of the unforgettable abilities.

-Shweeeeeek.

"Uh-oh~ Your wrist will break if you block that!!!"

-Klang!!!

It was a powerful strike.

The erratic attacks he threw out, one after another, were strong enough to make me understand the novel's description of him felling decent swordsmen in a single blow. It was so forceful that I thought him superior to any Archbishop I had met so far.

"Kikit...! You're pretty good at dodging~"

"..."

"Then try blocking this!!!!"

The axe swung with his left hand aimed for a blind spot.

-Shwoong.

His ferocious attack, which aimed for a blind spot with his other hand if the defense was biased to one side, worked in concert with his black magic, moving diligently to create an amusing situation.

"Are you just going to dodge like a rat~?"

"..."

"If you're a man, act like one!!!"

At least, from the perspective of students.

-Slice.

A light cutting sound is heard.

"...!"

At the same time, the expression of the Archbishop of Addiction, whose eyes are wide with shock, is clearly visible.

I don't feel very good.

No matter how many times I do it, the feeling of cutting off someone's wrist with my own hands is something I can't get used to.

"Uh...?"

The Archbishop of Addiction had a bewildered expression as he looked at his wrist falling powerlessly.

He probably couldn't believe that the wrist that should have been attached had run away while he was distracted for a moment.

"Huh..?"

The eyes of the Archbishop of Addiction, who was muttering a foolish sound while looking at his severed wrist, slowly began to be filled with the emotion of bewilderment.

Only now did the prey.

"What... did you..."

Recognize the predator.

"Kuaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!"

As the loud scream of the Archbishop of Addiction, who was clutching his severed wrist and kneeling on the floor, echoed out, the other Archbishops, feeling that the situation was not going well, began to pick up their respective weapons.

The Archbishop of Lust, a whip covered in thorns.

The Archbishop of Lewdness, knuckles caked with flesh.

The Archbishop of Collapse, a hammer bigger than a person.

Finally, the Archbishop of Negation raised a staff and began to prepare a spell.

A dazzlingly fast attack begins to dance before my eyes.

The experience of those who have honed their martial arts, along with the eerie aura of black magic, begins to dance with a thick killing intent to take my head.

The thorny whip wielded by the Archbishop of Lust was breaking the sound barrier with a 'bang'.

Behind me, I can feel the Archbishop of Addiction, who has come to his senses, rushing towards me, muttering, 'I will definitely kill you.'

"Haa..."

It's scary.

Not just one, but five madmen, holding weapons and their veins bulging.

"This is fun."

Honestly, it's not something you experience often.

"I will bind his legs."

The Archbishop of Lust, who rushed out first, began to aim for my legs, swinging a whip covered in thorns.

The whip, approaching at a speed that broke the sound barrier with a loud 'bang', was coming at me without stopping, as if intending to sever both my legs at once.

How gruesome.

It's not just covered in thorns; it has blades attached like a chainsaw.

First, one.

-Slice.

The moment a foolish mumble was heard from the mouth of the Archbishop of Lust, the whip she had swung changed direction and began to move towards the body of the Archbishop of Addiction without resistance.

"Dodge!!!"

I don't think I need to look back.

The thick scent of blood was beginning to fill this place.

"Addiction!!!!"

"How dare you!!!"

"Archbishop of Addiction...!! If you're alive, answer me!!"

"Damn it all!!!"

I didn't think fanatics would have something like camaraderie.

"How dare you kill Addiction..."

At the reaction of the Archbishops, who had a stronger sense of camaraderie than I expected, I let out a calm breath and felt a sense of injustice.

"If you are people who can have camaraderie, why did you commit such meaningless slaughter?"

"..."

"Killing, stabbing, and torturing."

"..."

"You do it too, so why are you so upset about it?"

The Archbishop of Lust, who had suppressed her anger at my emotionless words, began her next attack, moving her whip like a living snake.

"Shut up."

"...It seems you don't remember killing the Archbishop of Addiction with your own hands."

"...How dare you say such things with that open mouth of yours? You unchosen bastard, how dare you...!!!"

"Chosen... interesting."

"Yes, unlike you, you half-wit, we were chosen by black magic...!!."

The Archbishop of Lust's ability is to 'charm' any man who gets within a certain distance.

"Then ask the one who chose you."

"What...?"

It's a very sinister ability that turns any able-bodied man into her slave, but.

"Ask the god who chose you if you will be able to return alive today."

"How is my ability...."

Unfortunately, for me, who serves the most beautiful woman in the world, her charms seemed trivial and were therefore useless.

Come to think of it, in the novel, Mikhail killed the Archbishop of Lust. Was this why?

Sighing at my own foolishness for not noticing until now, I drew a line on the body of the woman who had approached me.

"...This can't be."

"..."

"It's the power He gave me... He!!"

With a calm breath, the appearance of the Archbishop of Lust began to gradually change.

"Ah... Aaaah!!! My face!!!"

The true form of a woman with an unfortunate past, who had dabbled in black magic in pursuit of beauty, appeared before my eyes.

She was a person with a sad story, but I didn't want to hear the past of a villain, so I gave her a more comfortable death.

Even if she seemed pitiful, she had committed the sin of brutally murdering women who were prettier than her in a brothel.

-Slice.

"Hoo... It's a bit hot."

As the Archbishop of Lust's breath faded, the other three Archbishops wiped the relaxed expressions from their faces and began to furiously use their respective abilities.

The Archbishop of Collapse, who could shatter the earth with a single blow, held his firmly gripped hammer and spoke to the Archbishop of Negation.

"Lewdness and I will buy time. You, Collapse, create a gate for the Apostle-nim to come."

"...Understood."

"How long do you think it will take to complete?"

"3 minutes. If you can buy me 3 minutes, the Apostle-nim can come to save us."

"3 minutes."

The Archbishop holding the hammer looked at the man before him with a bitter smile.

"...Move as quickly as possible."

He couldn't quite figure out what expression to make in the face of such endless strength.

He had to resist, even if it meant using his gums when his teeth failed, but the man before him was so sharp it felt like he would tear out both teeth and gums, so only negative thoughts swirled in his mind.

The Archbishop of Collapse, holding the hammer, resolved to die together by collapsing the cave and asked the man standing before the corpse of the Archbishop of Lust.

"Who in the world are you?"

A monster secretly raised by the Empire.

Or was he an assassin sent by the Empress?

As the rough question from the one who had overcome his boiling fear echoed in my ears, I calmly inhaled and began to approach him.

"Well..."

"Answer me!"

"Do you need to know?"

"What...?"

The Archbishop's breath trembled.

His merciless words were no different from a death sentence.

"Don't try any tricks."

"...You son of a bitch...!!!"

"I can hear your brain working from here."

-Stab.

·

·

·

In a tense situation where the sounds from beyond the door had abruptly ceased, the Archbishop of Negation, who was infusing the gate with dark magic, bit his lip hard, his fear proving his powerlessness.

"Why.. why..."

A monster.

The Archbishop, who had seen a living disaster with his own two eyes, endured the suffocating pressure and infused magic with a trembling hand.

"What in the world is that monster!!"

He could confidently say that he had seen many monsters until now. He had seen many strong individuals, but never before had he seen someone with power greater than an Apostle... no, even stronger than that.

The clergyman, who had once followed God, bit his lip, searching for the god he had betrayed.

"Oh, God..."

Please grant me the power to bring about a miracle before that reaper comes for my head.

"Oh, God...."

He prayed and prayed.

A smile forms on his lips.

"It's done.. it's done... just a little more...!!"

Because he could feel the presence of Him coming from within the shimmering gate.

"Kuhaha!!!! Heuha!!! Heuhahaha!!!"

Now, if our miracle can just defeat that evil...

"Have you had a good dream?"

But.

God seemed to have no intention of saving the one who had abandoned him. There was no one left to represent the faith he had forsaken.

-Stab.

The Archbishop looked at the black sword embedded in the gate of heaven that had opened along with his body and vomited a mouthful of blood.

He didn't know if it was intentional.

Or if it was just good luck, but it seemed the one who had stabbed this black sword into his body was aiming for the one beyond the gate of heaven as well.

"This is as far as it goes."

A chilling aura is felt.

-Saaaaaaaaaaa...

The sound of His rage.

"I think it would be best to close up shop for today."

It begins to be heard along with the sound of the gate of heaven closing.