Academy Dropout Is Too Strong

61. meet up (3)

Obviously, it is quite absurd and terrifying to see the person you killed reappear on the battlefield.

What kind of immortality is that, I think.

There are doubts as to whether this war can be ended with victory.

Such was the great war of the previous life.

The demon that others had killed was resurrected, and the monster I had killed myself appeared before my eyes in a normal state.

-Resurrection.

The ritual of resuscitation existed before.

A self-sacrifice spell executed by a high-ranking priest such as the pope or a saint or a saint who resides in the Vatican.

Or, the undead magic performed by the black magician or the Jiangshisul of the midfield were similar.

There is a great price to pay for reviving someone.

For example, a self-sacrifice spell cast by a high priest burns the caster’s own life.

The undead magic of the black magicians is to erase the soul and dignity of the creature they revive and make it close to the corpse.

Jungwon’s Kangshisul was also similar to putting the contents into a shell.

In the world, there was no such thing as a perfect resurrection without a price.

That there must be another sacrifice.

In my previous life, I also believed that until I saw all the monsters resurrected.

“How do you overcome that! f*ck! How the hell am I supposed to kill you!”

“… … .”

The noble knight who fought together without giving up despaired.

Having captured and burned the demon that killed his colleague and lover, he must have believed that he had completed his revenge.

He would have wanted to believe that he would have reached the end even if he relentlessly tore the limbs of the demon that appeared on the battlefield again.

But again, when the demon who gained the third life appeared, he went mad.

I finally despaired when I saw the devil who killed all his comrades and caught and killed others.

I was also confused by the anomaly, so I couldn’t comfort him.

How can I energize myself to kill an immortal enemy?

To be honest, I didn’t have the energy either.

I just sighed deeply and returned to the barracks with a barely stocked assortment.

And the next morning, I heard the news that the knight had cut my throat with his beloved sword.

In his will, the only words were ‘I’m sorry’.

One more body was added.

***

I have heard that there is a wonderful realm called Hyeon-gyeong (玄境) after Hwa-gyeong (化境), and then there is a realm called Saeng-sa-gyeong (生死境), which governs life and death in the world.

The reason I’m not sure of that level is because I’ve never reached that level, and it’s so legendary that I can’t even name one.

Perhaps the warrior who floated the island in the sky has reached the state of life and death.

I was only guessing that much.

It was difficult to know because the wireless after setting up the Seondo did not do any activity as if it was in hibernation.

In the past, there was no chance to see its power, except for the legendary majesty.

However, after the demon king began his activities in earnest, the resistance mankind finally realized what it meant to govern life and death.

Enemies respawn endlessly.

It wasn’t the kind that showed tenacious vitality in the place where it was immediately killed, but it appeared intact even after being burned, torn, and buried in the ground.

It took a considerable amount of time for the demons to die and appear, but they were resurrected nonetheless.

The resurrected guys weren’t mere goblins or orcs.

They were demons of the highest and highest rank, equivalent to sword masters, high-ranking wizards of the 7th circle, and Hwagyeong warriors.

From the moment the monsters were resurrected, the exchange rate of battle changed.

A single force, the Demon King’s Army, began to overwhelm the entire world.

Since all the revived demons praised their father, the majesty of a god, people vaguely guessed that the demon king had performed a miracle called resurrection.

What would happen if the Demon King, who continued to show such miracles, started moving himself?

Even though he had never appeared before, the image of the Hyeoninshin was gradually drawn in people’s heads.

I dared to imagine the myth of an evil god that tramples on all mankind.

Whether it was a new calculation of the odds, or whether it was genuine admiration for greatness, the number of renegades who committed themselves to the Demon King’s Army increased even more.

Allies decrease, enemies increase.

Fight, fight again, fight endlessly until death.

There was no need to seek hell elsewhere.

This place was hell.

“… … Alas, I thought I would be the last one to survive, but it seems I wasn’t.”

The focus gradually blurs, and the clasped hands grow cold.

The death of a comrade is something I have experienced countless times during the Great War, but it still pierces my heart.

Truly, he was the last remaining comrade, so his eyes might have been even more reddened.

“You, come later than me.”

It is the most soul-crushing truth that there is no one to ask for anymore.

***

“Yuha.”

There was a hint of joy in his voice that he couldn’t hide.

In a submerged consciousness, the woman who felt the welcome came up quickly to the surface.

Parr, my eyelids trembled.

Soon, through the half-opened eyes, the face of a man with a subtle smile was visible.

It’s also the look of a nice person.

Chun You-ha also tried to smile before stopping.

Rather than being overjoyed, she asked first what should be prioritized.

“… … How long have I been asleep?”

The last thing she heard was that the army of blood demons had stopped in front of the Protestant realm.

Since then, I have entered Hell on my own feet to reign as a true Demon.

I didn’t hear any news about what had become of Shin-gyo, which I had devoted my whole life to.

It was just that the man in front of him was calm, so the worst was probably averted.

Maybe I just slept for a few hours.

Assuming that, she asked the question, and was shocked by the answer that came back soon after.

“Umm, it’s already been about five days, hasn’t it?”

“… … What?!”

A few days of falling asleep due to the fatigue of the closing and the aftermath of jumping over the realm in an instant.

Hearing that specific time, Chun You-ha was startled and got up from the bed.

Slowly, the blanket came down her body.

Since she was covered in blood when she came out of Hell, she was washed and changed into white clothes.

In a way, she was in her nightgown, but she ran out of the bedroom without feeling any shame.

To be precise, there was no room for her to feel ashamed right now.

It was such a big expectation that the other person didn’t show any movement for several days.

I only wanted to see and hear with my own eyes how much damage Protestantism had suffered.

With that in mind, she stepped forward and opened the door.

rumbling–

“… … Uh, did something happen?”

Just in time, the first elder Mu Hae-hyeon was waiting for the news that the supreme being of the Protestant religion had awakened.

Elder 1 alternately looked at Ji-Jon, who jumped out in his pajamas, and Choi Kang-Jun, who followed him.

Since he was visiting the hospital, I thought it would be okay and sent him in, but what happened?

“Elder 1! Report the damage to the Protestant Church right away!”

“… … Ahh.”

However, seeing Chun Yu-ha in a hurry, Mu Hae-hyeon vaguely noticed the situation.

It seems that the supreme commander was in a hurry and rushed out without hearing any news.

The first elder, who met Choi Kang-jun’s gaze behind her, nodded and said,

“My lord, the war is over.”

“… … ?”

“The benefactor behind me calmed everything down.”

“… … what?”

For a moment, Chun You-ha doubted what he had heard, but soon realized the meaning of the words.

Once again, she turned around with a surprised look and faced the man who was quietly watching her.

Choi Kang-joon, who officially became a benefactor of the religious faith in a few days, shrugged his shoulders with a mischievous expression.

“That’s how it happened.”

“… … .”

Chun Yu-ha blinked his eyes open for a while, as if he had gone crazy.

***

It was a war that was suppressed in an instant, but the casualties were not small.

Even the Jiangshi and the Witchbeast, ruled by blood demons, were capable of killing a warrior below the peak.

If I had been a little bit later, even the elders and guardians would have died at the hands of the Blood Demon.

Considering those circumstances, the damage certainly existed, but it was minimized.

At least there seemed to be enough time left to celebrate survival and mourn death.

“Raise your rites———!”

As the altar was lit according to the elder’s cry, a dragon suddenly jumped out.

A pillar of flame resembling a large serpent rises toward the sky.

Everyone who saw him roared.

The process of sending the souls of those who survived the war to those who died.

It was the Ascension Festival, a religious rite of Shingo.

‘Ascension… … .’

Thinking about that, I wondered if it was closer to a dragon than a dragon.

If it means something good, it’s probably good.

I saw a fire dragon soaring into the sky as I sipped the wine given to entertain guests.

The area around me was quiet, probably because I was treated like a VIP, but the other places had already become a festive atmosphere where people enjoyed drinking and meat.

Don’t you want to be sad about death?

In the distant past, they were so generous that they were called battle-crazed Demonic Cultists.

─Hey! I will definitely remember this shame!

On the other hand, the angel who got mad at me for only asking me to find out when the blood demon would come in could be called a jerk.

Even though he’s at a lower level than me, his sensitivity to demonic energy is overwhelmingly high, so he ordered it, but he’s upset about it again.

Well, thanks to that, I can safely finish it like this.

‘Honestly, I thought they would attack again.’

Considering the personality of the blood demon I had seen in my previous life, I thought it would come right away, but it seemed impossible.

If so, this war can be dismissed as a victory.

I don’t feel bad when I think about it.

As I was sipping a drink with a smile on my face, I noticed footsteps approaching me at some point.

“… … what is it.”

When I turned my head, it was the supreme god of Protestantism.

“I came to say thanks.”

Perhaps because of the ascending dragon, I saw Heavenly Demon-nim, whose face was as flushed as the color of my hair.

“Can I sit next to you?”