The Heretic of Cleric Academy-Chapter 22

Kim Jin-seo told me to go home. She said she had something urgent to discuss with Go Jun-min.

But I wasn’t the type to listen obediently. I hid in a nearby park and eavesdropped on their conversation.

Just when I heard Go Jun-min say something resembling a confession.

[Do Seon-woo! He’s nearby. Satan worshipper, that’s him!]

Legba spoke urgently. There was no leisure in his tone.

That guy.

He was referring to the Satan worshipper who had infiltrated Florence Academy.

[Corner! Next to the broken streetlight, on the bench!]

Following Legba’s guidance, I turned my gaze.

Corner, next to the broken streetlight, on the bench.

There was a person sitting there. His build wasn’t very large, and his face wasn’t visible due to the hat and mask he was wearing.

In front of him was a magic circle drawn with black substance. It was a black magic circle.

[Chase him. He’s running away!]

The Satan worshipper had spotted me. Then he began running away frantically. His running was incredibly fast.

Is he a track athlete?

Putting aside such idle questions, I chased after the Satan worshipper.

"Bosu!"

[Bosu answers your call. Tired. Offerings!]

Intense pain as if my whole body was being torn apart arose. I felt the exhilarating sensation of my body being elevated, but it wasn’t as good as before. It seemed to be because Bosu was in a tired state.

Damn, if only we had the altar!

It was meaningless regret. I pursued the Satan worshipper, pushing through bushes and climbing over fences.

The Satan worshipper ran around here and there like a loach, escaping skillfully.

"Huff. Huff. Huff. Huff."

Crack, crackle!

Rough breathing sounds. The sound of tree branches and dry leaves scattered on the ground being stepped on and crumbling.

Only that filled the air, and there were no other sounds.

After such a precarious chase for several minutes, we entered the tree-lined path in the center of the park. It was much darker than other places because there were many trees and few streetlights.

Bang!

Then a sound like gunfire rang out. It was the sound of the Satan worshipper leaping.

He leaped up into a tree, then escaped by moving from tree to tree. His speed was very fast. At this rate, I could never catch up.

Like a dog that was chasing chickens looking up at the roof, I was exactly in the position of that dog chasing chickens.

I decided to use the superhuman strength I gained by calling Bosu.

Grind.

Gritting my teeth, I contracted my body as much as possible. I put strength into my thighs and abdomen in turn, and drew out my body’s elasticity to the maximum.

It was the stance used when doing a standing long jump.

Thud!

With a dull sound, my body flew up into the air. In mid-air, I quickly shifted my vision and found that guy in black clothes.

I twisted my body in mid-air and adjusted my landing point toward the direction where that guy was. Thanks to the enhanced motor nerves from Bosu’s power, my body moved well as intended.

Soon, the distance between me and the Satan worshipper gradually closed.

5m, 3m, 1m.

A distance where I could reach if I just stretched out my hand.

I can catch him.

If I just stretch out my hand, I can catch him.

"Huh?"

However, my hand wouldn’t reach.

Crackle!

Grass blades crumbled and tree branches broke. The hand I stretched out didn’t catch the Satan worshipper but was only holding an innocent tree branch.

After briefly losing consciousness from the impact of falling and then waking up, I saw the Satan worshipper looking down at me from the tree.

"Pfft."

He mocked me and resumed his escape.

Mocking me?

I wanted to twist that guy’s neck and kill him right away. However, since I had sprained my ankle during landing, it seemed difficult to pursue him further.

Crack!

But I couldn’t just stay still. I broke the tree branch in my hand in half to make the end pointed.

Though crude, it looked no different from a spear at first glance.

By the way, Bosu was said to have been a javelin thrower in life. This meant he was exceptionally good at throwing spears.

I utilized Bosu’s power and threw the spear.

Whack!

The spear hit him. No, should I say it grazed him?

The spear that grazed his head tore his hood, revealing his back. His hair wasn’t long, and there was a tattoo on the back of his neck. It was a goat tattoo.

Unfortunately, I let the Satan worshipper get away. But there was still some gain.

The Satan worshipper had a goat tattoo on the back of his neck.

At least it was fortunate that I managed to find out this much.

[Aren’t you going to chase him more!]

Bosu shouted as if regretful.

However, the Satan worshipper had already run far away and disappeared. Chasing after him would have been foolish.

I immediately returned to where Kim Jin-seo and Go Jun-min were. But the atmosphere was very strange.

When I was eavesdropping, it seemed like Kim Jin-seo was interrogating Go Jun-min, but now the positions were reversed. Rather, Kim Jin-seo was trembling.

But there wasn’t particularly any reason for me to intervene. I remained hidden behind the bushes and observed the situation.

But suddenly, a bizarre cracking sound came from Go Jun-min’s body. His body soon began breaking and repairing repeatedly, taking on the form of a monster.

[Demon race! Satan worship cast black magic!]

Bosu, who was watching this, screamed loudly.

Demon race.

When black magic is cast on humans rather than animals, those humans become monsters that lose self-control and act according to their desires while gaining transcendent power.

People called such monsters demon races. The problem was that demon races were several times more dangerous and strong than magical beasts.

"Ah, ugh...!"

There was no time to be leisurely. I immediately picked up several stones rolling on the ground.

Bosu’s power was still remaining. I threw stones at the arm of Go Jun-min, no, the demon race that was holding Kim Jin-seo’s neck.

Bang.

The stone flew straight and severed the demon race’s arm.

Kim Jin-seo, who had collapsed on the ground, coughed dryly.

Go Jun-min stared at me with eyes filled with rage.

"Ugh."

Seeing him up close, he looked more disgusting than I thought. Originally I was going to engage in hand-to-hand combat, but I changed my mind.

It seemed better to fight safely from a distance by throwing stones.

[Get close right now! I’ll tear that bastard apart!]

"Ah, please. I don’t want to touch that thing."

Bosu had lost one of his most cherished warriors to a demon race.

Because of that, he felt uncontrollable rage whenever he saw demon races. Bosu was the type who would rampage saying he’d tear apart anything that looked even remotely like a demon race.

I first examined Go Jun-min’s appearance... His whole body was covered with something black and bizarre. There were lumpy protrusions here and there as if he had a sexually transmitted disease. There were also tentacle-like things whose purpose was hard to guess.

In many ways, it was an appearance that was hard to approach.

"Kek, kheuk! Heu, ugh...!"

I immediately approached Kim Jin-seo. To her, who was coughing dryly and expressing pain, I used sorcery.

Intermediate illusion, sorcery of unconsciousness.

A sorcery that makes the target faint for about 4 minutes. When the sorcery activated, Kim Jin-seo forgot her pain and fell asleep with a comfortable face.

With this, I eliminated the witness.

"These, these trashy bastards. Me, humiliation, how dare!"

Go Jun-min muttered incomprehensible words and approached. With each step he took, there was a sticky splashing sound.

To think I had to engage in hand-to-hand combat with such a thing was terrible.

Soon Go Jun-min, who had approached right in front of me, threw a punch at me. Was it because one arm had been blown off? His center of gravity swayed precariously.

The punch was so slow I could see it with my eyes and dodge it.

Crack.

I lightly dodged Go Jun-min’s sluggish punch and grabbed his arm with my left hand.

I felt a sticky, unpleasant sensation at my fingertips, but I gritted my teeth and endured it.

In that state, I drew a spell circle.

Crack, crack!

Something large and massive in purple flowed out from the spell circle.

Depending on how you looked at it, it could be a sword, or it could be an axe.

However, it was neither a sword nor an axe. It was so crude and massive that it would be better called a club rather than a blade.

There are three types of sorcery.

Illusion sorcery that interferes with the opponent’s mind. Restoration sorcery that heals wounds.

And reproduction sorcery that reproduces tools used in ancient Voodoo in the form of Voodoo magical power.

The sorcery I used was also reproduction sorcery.

Supreme reproduction sorcery, execution sword.

Crack. Crack.

The execution sword that emerged through the spell circle wavered eerily while making bizarre sounds. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

The blade of the execution sword was never sharp, and if anything, it was dull. It looked like it would be difficult to even cut pork, let alone execute someone.

Slash!

However, just by swinging it, Go Jun-min’s arm was severed.

Though it looked dull at first glance, this was an execution sword reproduced through a spell circle.

Thousands, tens of thousands of death row inmates had their necks severed by this execution sword and died. Their deaths sharpened the execution sword, and as a result, the execution sword became a sword sharper and more keen than anything else.

Go Jun-min, as if he couldn’t even recognize the fact that his arm had been severed, tried to throw a punch at me.

However, the punch didn’t come flying. It was impossible to throw a punch with both arms severed.

"Ugh, ughaaa! Krr, krrrrr!!"

Go Jun-min, who belatedly real

ized the absence of both arms, screamed. It was such a bizarre voice that it was hard to call it human. The scream filled the entire park.

"Ah, krraaa!! Kruu..."

Slash.

However, that scream didn’t last long.

Because I had severed Go Jun-min’s neck.