Regressor Instruction Manual

Chapter 699: Defend the Continent, Army of Holy Light (2)

Chapter 699: Defend the Continent, Army of Holy Light (2)

‘Can we do it?’

“Sigh… Sigh…”

‘Can we even survive?’

“Prepare for battle. Prepare for battle!”

‘Can we defend it? Can we do this? Can we really win this?’

I already knew that I shouldn’t have negative thoughts. I had to believe that we could win, that everything would be fine, and that humanity would undoubtedly win.

However, how many people wouldn’t be shaken while looking at the slowly opening sky?

The doomsday, prophesized day, I had heard many stories about, and I had been ready for a long time, but I felt the walls of my heart that had been firmly built up falling apart.

I was only a third-class adventurer, but I was no fool. I thought that some people would probably know what was beyond that foreign light and what was coming.

“An ancient demon in the masks of gods and angels will burn the entire continent and make all living creatures in this world cry out…”

As I slowly turned my head at the voice heard next to me, I noticed my close friend muttering with a blank face.

They were Lindel’s playboy Cannon and George, a third-rate gambler, who fought together during the Demon Legion summoning.

“Don’t jinx us, Cannon.”

“I just spoke without knowing. From now on, what we have to fight, what the enemies of humanity are… I thought I had to think about it again. What do you think? Can we survive this time?”

“…”

“…”

“It’s not about if we can survive or not. We have to defend it. Don’t forget that there are families and brothers behind us. And… And somehow… we will be able to withstand this time as well somehow. The Honorary Cardinal is with us, after all.”

“Saint of Light. Benignore’s son. The light of humanity chosen by God.”

“Right.”

“But…”

“…”

“But he is human too, Alex.”

“Cannon.”

“It’s not like me, but there’s something I feel when I see him lately. Can guys like us imagine it? To be chosen by God, to save the continental crisis… could we endure that heavy pressure? If he were someone ordinary, his mind would have been ruined a long time ago. No… maybe it already is. He’s just holding on. Because of the responsibility… yes. Because he can’t let go, he’s holding on…”

Unconsciously looking up at the sky, the Honorary Cardinal’s face came into my eyes.

‘The pillar of humanity.’

There was the only human that humanity believed in.

‘Son of God.’

The human chosen by many gods, including Benignore.

I couldn’t believe that the debauchee Cannon said that, but he was right. He was also human. He, too, was at the point of not being able to move his body properly.

What he carried on his back was different. The weight was far heavier. All I had to be responsible for was the family behind me, but he was responsible for the soldiers on the entire continent and the battlefield.

What if it were me?

“I would have lost my mind.”

I felt my body trembling while making an assumption that would never happen. The Honorary Cardinal fought with that pressure on his back.

-Think again about what we have been through and what we are here for. The end has come. It is time for our hardships to bear fruition. The time has come to overcome the pain in your heart and ring the bell of victory.

He looked nervous. Was it just my imagination?

-You may have to go through another pain, but we have learned how to overcome it. We have learned from the past how to treat and endure wounds.

Humanity had learned to treat and endure wounds. But what about him? Could he have healed his wounds?

Could the memories of the pain engraved on the body of light living a harsh life be completely healed?

-You don’t have to be afraid. Once healed, you will become more resilient and stronger.

There was a sense of weight in his speech. I felt my fear slowly disappearing.

But what about him? He cured the fear we had, but who would remove his?

“Sh*t…”

I didn’t have a sentimental personality. However, harsh words began to pop out of my mouth.

“Sh*t…”

-We will win. I will take the lead in this battle.

How did it feel to take responsibility and take the lead?

-I hope you’ll all be at ease and fight. I can’t see anything other than victory in my eyes.

What was he betting on to reassure us?

-When there is something to protect, we have to show how strong humanity can be.

Wasn’t that like speaking to himself? Didn’t it sound like he wanted to comfort himself?

He was trying to convince himself. I wasn’t sure, but I felt that way. It seemed to me that he had to be strong, that he had to protect the world and constantly brainwash himself and reflect on it.

-Put your trust in me and pick up your weapon. I will be with you. I will charge and fall ahead of you.

He really would. Together with the humans he loved, he would fall and sacrifice himself first.

His eyes were of those who were ready to die. Transparent without a single point of lies… It was transparent, clear.

I didn’t know why. I also knew that it’s overemotional. But as I looked at his face, tears began to fill up my eyes unknowingly.

“Why… this…”

The sense of burden, pressure, sadness and fear he had were all conveyed.

Behind that determined face, who said it was okay, was a tiny, soft, sorrowful, and fragile human.

He stared at the horizon. Finally, the sky opened, and the demons in the masks of angels ringing the end of the continent appeared. I felt terrified. I thought I could feel how strong they were even from afar. I heard exclamations from the surroundings. It was probably unconsciously made.

The faces of those who could measure the strength of enemies in the distance had already crumpled. My hand holding my weapon trembled, and my voice didn’t come out correctly.

“They look strong, those summons of the Demon Legion. More than that… What do you think, George? I know you can’t sense these kinds of things, but… what do you think will happen this time?”

“Didn’t you decide not to ask me anything like this after we lost a lot at Crack Land last time?”

“This is a little different since this is about the Holy See. There’s no one here who doesn’t know you’re called a third-rate gambler, George, but didn’t you get it right at the last war? Right? In the battle between the Sunset Swordsman and the Fallen Saint…”

“Well… I don’t know what you want to hear.”

The demons in angelic masks were slowly but visibly approaching, and they were flying faster and faster.

It was weird. It might not be an appropriate expression, but it didn’t feel like they had emotions.

What could be accurately judged was the power in their bodies. It was a power far beyond humans.

I didn’t know if it was right to call it magical power, but each individual had the power comparable to that of an adventurer who had risen to the top. It wasn’t like any of them could be called Named, but it was like the sky was filled with them.

‘To be joking in this situation…’

It was understandable because they were basically silly guys. All they could do was exchange a few words for calming down.

However, the closer we got, the more I listened to the third-rate gambler’s words unknowingly.

Cannon was right. He had got it right once during the Sunset Swordsman and the Fallen Saint’s Fight. Maybe that was the first winning bet in his life.

As I looked at him, hoping to hear what I wanted, I noticed him opening his mouth with a slightly darkened expression.

“I can tell you anything that would be pleasant to hear, but…”

“…”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this one.”

“…”

“…”

“Prepare for battle. Prepare for battle! Archers, wait for the signal, and wizards, chant the spell. All forces, remain on standby! There is no need to be nervous, for always remember that the Saint of Light and the Goddess Benignore are by our side.”

“We can win!”

“We can win. We will be able to win, comrades. Let’s live to tell the tale.”

“Don’t die, fucking assholes! Do not die!”

“The Honorary Cardinal will comfort our souls. Let’s fight with honor, knowing that we can die in the arms of the Saint of Light.”

“Benignore! Please give us the strength to overcome this.”

“For the Saint of Light! For the continent!”

Voices echoed all throughout the battlefield.

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanng!!!

It was then that I heard the ground ringing.

“What… what?”

I saw the pigeons in the distance being smashed to the ground.

“Wow… Wow…”

It’s a very unrealistic sight. The unidentified gravitational force falling from above caused the objects at the forward base’s front to be smashed to the ground.

“Wow… Wooooow!!!”

I heard cheers burst.

“That’s Benignore! It’s Benignore!”

No, it wasn’t divine power. I could feel the massive flow of magical power not far from there. Perhaps the source was…

‘The Archmage Jung Hayan?’

It was more unrealistic than imagined to see that every enemy in sight was buried below the ground.

Cannon, staring at the scene, spoke to George, the third-rate gambler.

“Fuck it, George. I’m an idiot for asking you… Ha… haha. Look at that. That… look at that! Hahahahahaha!!”

“Well… You’re right.”

“Attack… Attack! Pour out your magic! Show how strong humanity can be when we have something to protect!”

“It’s Jung Hayan! It’s Jung Hayan’s magic! Hahahahahaha! It’s Jung Hayan!”

“Deliver your magic! Don’t leave even one of them alive!”

“Die! Dirty demons!”

“Don’t rest your hands! Keep shooting arrows! Keep going!”

Baaaang!!

Craaaaaaaash!!!

Craaaack!! Booooooom!!

The frontlines quickly turned colorful. It was an unbearable sight for anyone to watch without screaming. The same went for me.

-Defend the continent, Army of Holy Light!

His voice, which seemed to shake my brain, began to heat me up without my knowledge.

I felt like my whole body was engulfed in light. Humanity would win. In that war, we would surely win. I had no doubts that victory would be ours.

“We are the Army of Light! Show that darkness what it means to invade the Saint of Light’s continent!”

“Don’t let them get close! Let’s cleanse those dirty demons!”

“Don’t be fooled by the appearance of your enemies! We can win! The Saint of Light is telling us to protect the continent! Don’t step back and never let them rise above the city walls! Keep making them crawl! The priority is to aim at those who are trying to fly up to the sky!”

Baaaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!

“Judgment of Light!!”

“Light to the filthy demons!”

“For the Saint of Light!”

After splendid magic was shot out, they fell straight to the ground. They had to be under the influence of gravity, which continued to crush the north.

It felt like the destructive power had doubled. The downside was that the magic couldn’t reach the enemies in the distance, but it was certainly deadly to the enemies under the walls. No, even…

‘How can that even reach?’

The magic and arrows shot by some of the named ones were sent far away as if they weren’t affected by gravity. That…

‘Did she open the way? Did she intend to open the way only in that space? How is that possible?’

It was strange to question that at that moment. The magic of the allied archmage itself was unbelievable, anyway.

I looked around with a clenched fist, thinking that we could do it. Everyone was probably thinking the same as me.

“We are not demons, mortals.”

‘Huh?’

“Rather, it is correct to say that I am the one who came to save you.”

‘When…’

“Don’t be afraid. Don’t be hostile to us. We are light, not darkness, and the real darkness is within you.”

I didn’t know when.

‘What the hell is… when did you come?’

On the wall, someone was in the middle of the soldiers.

A man with long blue hair. An angel with enormous wings. Eyes and facial expressions that seemed to contain no emotions. And the feeling of overbearing that turned everyone there into predators.

“But if you are going to resist…”

‘We… we will die. All the soldiers here will die.’

“I’ll have no choice but to do something about it.”

‘We’ll… all die. All of us…’

The guy slowly raised his hand. A foreign blue light began to gather in his hand. Soon, it formed the shape of a giant scythe.

I didn’t know what happened since my body still couldn’t move.

“My name is Cherubim. Resent me, mortals.”

‘Is this really the end?’

His scythe swung slowly. I got terrified at the thought that my throat would soon be sliced.

That’s when I felt a vast magical power somewhere. As if the screen was moving slowly, the angel’s face fell to the ground.

I didn’t know what caused it. However, an unknown figure was covering my eyes.

Red color. The back of a warrior that looked like she had a red mane.

“It’s you.”

“…”

“It was you! Hahahahahaha! My opponent was you!! Hahahahahahahaha!”

The mercenary in red armor began to laugh as if she had gone mad. I heard someone mutter her nickname.

“The Mercenary Queen.”

No.

It was the predecessor, not the Queen, who had descended on the battlefield.