Chapter 119: 119

The Order of Kybriel (2)

Ryu Han-bin was an Earthling.

He was not a native of Latna.

Nevertheless, Kibie asked him for help.

Han-bin, unlike the other Aliens, was hostile to the Devil.

Returning to Earth was also a clear reason to help the Goddess.

He was perfect in terms of combat skills and potentials.

As far as Kibie knew, Ryu Han-bin was the best helper that could replace Baotolt.

At least until then.

“But now you have a much better substitute than me.”

Leon Hart Kartel Frelsis, the Spiritual Boxer.

He was a blessed person like Baotolt, and he had absolute power in the realm of masters.

His skills might be comparable to that of Ryu Han-bin, but his combat experience was much higher.

He was also the Templar Lord of Kybriel, so he had much more power and influence to exercise in the world.

“I think Leon Hart should take the Sacred Heart. But did you need me?”

Leon Hart, who was driving the Golem steeds, looked back at Han-bin, shocked.

“It’s amazing how you can think of that after getting such a huge power. Is it the pride of warriors, or are you simply not greedy?”

Ryu Han-bin shook his Head.

“It’s not exactly like that. Of course, I like getting stronger. However, considering the ultimate goal, giving it to you will be the best option.”

Han-bin’s final goal was to restore the Goddess’s divinity and go back to Earth.

“It doesn’t matter who wields it. We just need to get rid of the Top Three.”

Leon Hart’s eyes softened.

He looked back at Kibie.

“That’s unexpected. It’s surprisingly rare for anyone in a position of power to say that.”

“What do you think? I picked a pretty good master of the Sacred Heart, didn’t I?”

After shrugging her shoulders, she looked serious.

“That’s true, but it can’t be Leon Hart.”

“As she said, I don’t deserve the Sacred Heart.”

“How come? The Goddesses have blessed you. Hasn’t your qualification been proven enough? You even unlocked the seal this time.”

Kibie and Leon Hart explained.

“The problem is that I am ‘blessed by the Goddesses.'”

“Unfortunately, it meant it wouldn’t have much effect when I take the Sacred Heart of the Darkness.”

Leon Hart became immortal even though the Goddess’s blessing limited it.

He already had the blessing of six Goddesses.

That clashed with the sacred Heart of Darkness.

“Even if Leon Hart takes it, Han-bin, it won’t have the same dramatic effect as it did with you.”

Kibie explained his Prana would be about 50% stronger than before.

Of course, that wasn’t an ordinary thing, but it was less effective than Ryu Han-bin, whose Aura amount had increased several times.

“Is that why?”

Han-bin, who they were trying to convince, suddenly frowned.

“What about the Sword King? I heard you were going to give him this. But the Sword King was blessed by the six goddesses, right?”

She gave a bitter smile.

“Of course, Baotolt wouldn’t be that much affected by it either. Maybe it was only about a 20% increase in the Aura amount.”

However, that was enough for the Sword King.

He was that much stronger than the Top Three.

If his Aura amount increased by 20% more, it would be enough to create an absolute gap between him and the Top Three.

On the other hand, Leon Hart was different.

If his Prana increased by more than 50 percent with the Sacred Heart, it wouldn’t still be enough to fight against Hollien easily.

Ryu Han-bin, who could exert the Sacred Heart’s power’s fullest potential, was better suited to have it.

“Of course, that would only be true if you can master Baotolt’s absolute skill.”

Kibie tapped Han-bin on the shoulder, asking him to do his best.

Feeling pressured, Ryu Han-bin frowned.

“Oh, but that’s too hard…”

Although his Aura amount had increased, he still had no idea what ‘the mustard seed rhyme’ meant.

So far, it had been overwhelming to deal with the amplified Aura.

“Where am I supposed to be doing this?”

Leon Hart encouraged him.

“Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to help you. Aren’t you heading to the Church for that?”

The wagon had reached the entrance of the Landea Mountains, which separated the border between Kaldris and Allendia.

They were heading to Scotaskia, the headquarters of the Church of Darkness.

That was due to Leon Hart’s insistence that the Church should be informed of the incarnation.

“The Top Three are the rulers of the world. No matter how strong you are, you can’t deal with them with your strength.”

Therefore, they must obtain the cooperation of the Church of Darkness.

Then they would be able to attract the five other Orders as allies and fight back to some extent against the might of the Continental Top Three.

“As important as that matter is, we must first deliver the truth to Pope Castalo, the Saintess Sermen, and some of the leaders.”

Kibie was half-confident.

“Will they believe me?”

It was so hard for her to persuade even Leon Hart.

The sacred item gave them solid evidence, but what about the others?

Effir wondered.

“Leon Hart is the Head of the Church Knights. Would you doubt Leon Hart’s testimony?”

“That’s not enough. Castalo or Sermen wouldn’t rule out the possibility that Leon Hart might have been deceived.”

If someone were the Head of a church, he or she couldn’t act rashly.

On the contrary, that was the right posture.

He couldn’t blame them.

They needed something else to convince them.

“The problem is that there’s no more of that.”

“There’s a way to persuade them.”

Leon Hart talked to Kibie, who was worried.

“Maybe you haven’t thought of it.”

* * *

The next afternoon, Han-bin and his group arrived in Scotaskia.

It had been a mess from the gate those days.

Leon Hart’s disappearance was widespread within the Church.

Countless people moved to save him, so even a subordinate retainer couldn’t be unaware.

The believers gathered together and began to hum.

“Oh, my God, Leon Hart!”

“You’re safe, Templar Lord!”

Leon Hart asked, calming his minions.

“I want to see the Pope. Where is he?”

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One of the warriors answered calmly.

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“A messenger was sent to him. You will meet him in a minute.”

Several believers had already rushed to announce the news.

“The Pope is not the only one who is concerned about the safety of Lord Leon Hart.”

Seeing how he was safe, the holy warriors drew a sign, saying, “It is indeed the guidance of Kybriel.”

They then suddenly asked.

“But what about them?”

Leon Hart didn’t return alone.

He had a group of hunters with them.

But somehow, weren’t they very similar to the unidentified Aliens who had kidnapped Leon Hart?

“They are reliable. Let’s make room for them.”

Leon Hart took a step forward, addressing the wary warriors.

The officials didn’t understand the situation but still followed orders.

“Oh, as you command, Templar Lord.”

* * *

The group was immediately escorted to the main hall of the Church, the Hall of Stars.

Looking around the hall, Han-bin clicked his tongue.

“Wow, it’s pure black.”

Since it was a place built mainly of graphite, the colors were all the same.

The walls were black, the ceilings were black, the floors were black, and the curtains were black…

Artis gave a bitter smile.

“Looking at the atmosphere, it’s like some evil clandestine organization.”

“The atmosphere of our Church is a bit like that.”

Considering Leon Hart’s pure acceptance, the Church seemed to be aware of it.

Han-bin and his party sat quietly and waited.

After a while, a group of believers entered the hall.

They were the Pope of Darkness, Castalo II, the saintess Sermen, and the High Priests.

A middle-aged woman in her 50s who saw Leon Hart gave him a bright smile.

“Good thing you’re alright, Templar Lord.”

“I’m sorry to have troubled you, Dear Saintess.”

After a polite compliment, Leon Hart looked back at everyone.

“You’ve already heard of it. She is the incarnation of Kybriel.”

Kibie got up from her seat.

But the believers did not kneel.

“Umm…”

“I don’t doubt the Templar Lord…”

“I can’t just believe it because it’s an extremely major situation…”

“Forgive the foolish man who doubts the will of the Goddess.”

Kibie grinned.

It was an expected response.

“I suppose so.”

She gestured behind her back.

“Open their eyes, Effir.”

The silver-haired girl walked softly to the center of the hall.

Curious, the Pope and the Saintess squinted.

Effir smoothed her necklace.

Paasss!

The girl disappeared with a dazzling light.

In her stead appeared a giant silver-maned Wyvern about 10 meters tall.

“What?”

“That’s the monster from the countryside!”

The believers were startled and pulled Prana up.

Leon Hart stopped everyone.

“Calm down. She’s already under the grace of incarnation.”

Indeed, Wyvern stood there, not running wild.

Castalo II, who regained his calmness, stroked his beard.

“Okay, Wyvern, who can take human form…”

They had never heard or seen it before.

They had already been informed that Kybriel’s incarnation would show.

But they couldn’t believe them on that premise alone.

“That much is also possible for Aliens to do. That alone is not proof.”

Leon Hart nodded gently at the words of the wary Pope.

“You are right, Holy Father. It’s the power of that necklace that can turn her into a human being.”

Leon Hart briefly described the Polymorph Necklace.

The expression of the Pope and the Saintess changed strangely.

They said to show evidence of her being the incarnation. But what if they showed abilities related to Aliens?

Did they want to be more suspicious?

At that moment, she spoke.

“Eh, what do we do now?”

The vicious-looking Wyvern opened her mouth.

“You told me just to say something, but I need you to tell me what to say….”

Everyone was shocked at the moment and opened their mouths wide.

“The Wyvern can talk?”

“That’s so fluent, too.”

A truly fluent Coulin language flowed from the mouth of the vicious monster.

The word order and grammar were perfect and intelligently formed.

The Wyvern rolled her eyes as she looked around her.

Leon Hart smiled and gestured.

“Will you introduce yourself to these people, Miss Effir?”

Effir bowed her head as she was told.

“Hello, my name is Effir. I’m a Wyvern, and I’m 18 years old this year.”

It was clear.

The Wyvern had intelligence.

It was not different from humans.

It was impossible by any magic, by any spiritual skill, or even by Alien abilities.

“You must be right!”

“It’s a miracle of the Goddess!”

Kibie smiled softly at the officials.

It was an elegant, goddess-like smile.

However, she was embarrassed inside.

‘Wow, it worked?!’

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