Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy-Chapter 689: Four (2)

Yuden, the Swordmaster, placed his hand on the sword as he observed his opponent.

Up until now, I’ve pushed hard, but I don’t sense any sign of fatigue from him.

He still has plenty of room, but then again, so do I.

It’s clear. That bastard is sizing me up too.

No surprise there—someone with the power of the evil god Agras, the center of the evil gods, shouldn’t be this weak.

I felt it last time, when I faced the Dark Evil God. How absurd the gods truly are.

Those who twist the rules of the world to fit their desires have proven why they bear the name of god.

Even now, I sometimes wonder.

What would have happened if Erginus hadn’t been there?

Would I have still been able to claim victory in that extreme situation, when I had to endure the power of the evil god?

The result of these thoughts is always the same.

Impossible.

If I stood alone in front of the Dark Evil God, I would have been defeated.

Without closing the gap between god and human, I would have fallen.

Would it be any different with the Pope standing before me now? Yuden thought that it would not.

The apostle of the great god says that this man is now capable of freely handling the power of the evil god, having partially lifted the seal and grasped its power.

That’s why it’s strange, for him to be just watching helplessly like this.

"Is it over now?"

The Pope casually spoke, and the Swordmaster gave a bitter smile.

"If it isn’t over, are you planning to keep taking blows?"

"No. It’s about time to move. If I delay any further, the apostle will likely arrive."

"Hahaha. Is that little girl really that scary to you?"

"Yes. I fear it. The fact that I must show my incompetence to her."

The Pope exaggeratedly shuddered, then shrugged his shoulders and created a small orb on his finger.

"Do you, bearer of the Holy Knight’s memories, understand? Do you know what the power of the end truly means?"

"...Of course I do. I know exactly how you’ve handled the power of the end."

"Then try desperately to stop it."

The concept of the "end" is highly abstract.

The dictionary definition may exist, but beyond that, the term is used in many ways across different contexts.

Therefore, to wield the power of the end requires imagination.

Only then can one interpret the word "end" in various ways and stir up the world.

"From now on, my physical abilities will reach their limit."

"What?"

"This is what I mean."

At the sound next to him, Yuden hurriedly swung his sword, but couldn’t fully reduce the shock.

He was thrown outside the building he had just cut through, feeling the pain in his body as he struggled to rise.

The sound of his sword was off. Did it break during that last strike?

Ha! I’m going crazy. How can this old man, who’s lived for over a hundred years, be this quick?!

Spitting the blood from his mouth, he tossed his sword aside and formed a blade of aura.

I’m not sure what he’s trying to do, but does he think I’ll just stand here and watch?

As the sword of aura was thrown, everything in its path was cut through.

Even the black power the Pope was about to unleash.

Finally realizing the Swordmaster was intact, the Pope looked down and shrugged.

"Seems our end has come to its peak."

The distance between them closed in an instant. A fist ready to strike, and as if anticipating it, the sword was already being swung.

The clash of authority and sword created a shockwave.

Through the hair flying wildly, Yuden saw the Pope’s face.

A calm face that showed no disturbance.

"Annoying."

"Why? I’ve been showing you plenty because I acknowledge your strength."

"It’s that attitude that’s getting on my nerves."

The Swordmaster grumbled, but acknowledged the Pope’s strength.

Despite his unremarkable appearance, his battle logic was solid. Well, that makes sense.

He had fought alongside heroes in the age of myths. Those experiences aren’t easily lost.

"If I don’t act with sincerity, the kid will come first, right?"

I won’t fall so easily. The Swordmaster’s ferocious laugh made the Pope blink and nod.

"You’re right. There’s much to be done, and I can’t waste time here."

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At the Pope’s words, countless powers rose around him once again.

Had it been before, the Swordmaster would have easily cut through them, but this time it was different.

In front of him stood the Pope, relentlessly pushing forward.

The strength he had accumulated since the age of myths was such that even a genius like Yuden couldn’t find an opening. It was impossible to cut through everything.

Then...

"Light."

With a flash of light, as bright as a lightning strike, the evil god’s power was mostly repelled, and from the center of the light, a knight appeared and charged toward the Pope.

"Didn’t you have someone to protect you?"

"They are capable of protecting themselves!"

The standoff had been tense even with just the Swordmaster.

But when a hero from the age of myths joined the fray, the balance was shattered.

It was almost the first time Yuden had teamed up with a puppet, but there was no awkwardness in their coordination.

Each of them was someone who had approached the extreme of their respective arts.

Without needing to speak, they both knew what the best move was in that moment.

"My power has reached its peak."

Yet, in an instant, their control over the situation was broken.

The Pope mumbled something quietly and then unleashed his power. At that moment, the puppet, holding up a shield, rose into the air.

"And your talents are coming to an end."

The power of the evil god was manifesting, but there was no way to cut through it all.

Damn it! The moment the power of the evil god manifested, Yuden felt hesitation in his heart.

Ah, so this is what it means for my talent to come to an end?

I’m starting to question everything I’ve done instinctively up until now.

"Can you still endure in this situation?"

"Why are you asking? You idiot!"

But what does that even matter? Swinging a sword is about facing numerous hesitations and choosing the right answer.

Even if I start doubting my talents now, the countless answers I’ve made in the past don’t change.

The answer I must choose at this moment is already decided!

"Die!"

The Pope’s face, scattered by the Swordmaster’s strike, reappeared next to the church of the Holy Grounds.

And when the Pope placed his hand on the church, the building that had seemed unbreakable began to shake and collapse.

"The age of myths will take root here."

The once blue sky turned black, the refreshing wind suddenly stopped, the desperate prayers of the people were erased from the world, and in the vacuum left by it all, a heavy air filled the world.

"Great Lord, come down to the earth. Step on the earth to save the lambs who are desperately searching for you. Take what I’ve prepared to offer and truly become the god for this world."

The Pope, seeing the darkness lifting from the sky, shed tears of joy.

Great Lord, will you answer the call of this lamb?

"Haha!♡ Look at those bright eyes!♡ You look so stupid!♡ What an idiot old man like you!♡"

At the voice from behind, the Pope hurriedly turned his head and, trembling, saw Lucy.

"How did you get here so soon?"

"Hey♡ Do you think that pathetic god will answer you?♡ I told you, he’s an idiot!♡ He doesn’t care about an ugly old man like you~♡ Get a grip on reality♡"

"I don’t think so, but even if that’s the case, it doesn’t matter. I’ll just make sure he has to come down to the earth."

The Pope dropped the orbs in his hands, and as the glass spheres shattered, the unholy energy inside them spread throughout the world.

"The age of myths has already begun. Apostle."

"So what?"

"Can you stop it?"

"Why are you even asking? You’re as dumb as you look!♡"