The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years
The Dark Magician Transmigrates After 66666 Years - Chapter 88: Conversation (5)

“I’ll give you a certificate of the identity of a saint.”

Jamie listened to Pyro and then thought.

It was because he had no idea what she meant by ‘Saint’.

‘Saint? Is she referring to an adult here?’ (Saint and adult have the same characters in Korea.)

Of course not.

The ‘Saint’ which Pyro was referring to here was ‘Special human being chosen directly by God.’

Jamie couldn’t know that. However, Pyro’s suggestion was so abrupt that his brain stopped working.

“Are you surprised?”

Pyro seemed delighted at Jamie’s reaction. She smiled widely like an old man, but this time, she covered her lips and laughed softly.

“If not. You don’t like it?”

“… not that.”

A sign of Saint.

Although the Pyro church was said to be the weakest among the 12 Gods, a saint was respected everywhere, except for the place of hostile religions.

Since a saint was a being loved by a God, they were ‘exempted’ from all mistakes, just not the serious ones.

And they were beings, which nobles or the royal family could touch.

“You are human. You seem to be from a nice family, but you are a human, and your family name won’t be able to block everything which comes for you. Even though my authority isn’t what it used to be, if you are a Saint of one of the 12 Gods, the range of what you can do will widen.”

“And the price?”

If something comes, then it means that something had to be given.

The concept of equivalent exchange was vague to the gods, but as long as this situation was like trading, it meant that the Goddess would want something in return.

“The Fall of Zenith.”

“… isn’t that too big of a demand from a single human?”

“I am asking because you aren’t a normal human.”

Pyro’s lips were smiling, but not her eyes.

“Diablo Volfir. That guy’s power was something which all 12 Gods were afraid of. And you are trying to be his successor. You are at the level of a young chick, but considering that you call yourself his legacy, it is a chance I’m willing to take.”

“Say whatever you want to.”

“The possibilities you have. I want to look at them.”

“I am a dark magician. You know that right?”

“It doesn’t matter at all.”

The Goddess of Mercy and Punishment, a dark magician was one of the trash and a sin.

Jamie never thought that the words ‘doesn’t matter’ would come from Pyro’s mouth.

Jamie looked shocked.

“Surprised that I said that?”

“…isn’t that a statement against the Gods?”

“That would be, if you were an ordinary dark magician. But the black mana in you is the beginning one. It is pure and different from the current trash mana.”

So it didn’t matter.

Was what Pyro said.

It was funny.

When Jamie was Diablo Volfir, he ridiculed God with his powers and sacrificed countless people for the sake of his purpose.

Could it be that what he did overshadowed the fact that was a dark magician as he didn’t commit murder or do horrendous experiments like the dark magicians of today?

Pyro seemed rational.

For her own future.

And Jamie thought that this aspect of the Goddess was nice.

‘If anything, she is annoying.’

“You don’t think it’s a bad offer, right?”

As proof for turning him into a Saint, she holds the possibilities and potential Jamie has.

To destroy Zenith one day.

“Do you believe that I have that kind of power?”

“If you have the power of Diablo Volfir, yes.”

She sees and admits it.

Jamie tried not to, but his lips turned into a smile.

Well, he was already planning on going against Zenith.

The footing had already been laid, and with what happened, political pressure would fall on Zenith, and the size and power of Zenith would gradually decrease.

He wasn’t sure if Pyro knew that, but in fact, it was safe to think that the Saint turning was for free.

“Fine.”

Pretending to think, Jamie acted like he made up his mind.

“There is nothing to worry about.”

Pyro smiled and raised her hand.

“Done.”

What, already?

Could someone become a saint that fast?

“Look at your left palm.”

Jamie’s eyes widened as he looked at his left palm.

It was engraved to the left.

The symbol of Pyro, a scale of justice and sin.

“You won’t be able to use the holy power like a real Saint, but this much will be enough to prove that you were selected by me.”

Jamie never thought that he would become a saint for the 12 Gods he hated.

Jamie smiled.

‘This would have been unimaginable in the past…’

The idea of forming an alliance with God was impossible in the past thought process.

At that time, the 12 Gods were unified too.

And that was the only way that they had the power to even try and defeat Diablo Volfir, who was the strongest.

So the current situation was ridiculous.

Jamie asked Pyro while rubbing the sign of a saint on his palm.

“What is your position in heaven?”

“Are you asking that to make fun of me, dark magician?”

“I am getting real facts.”

“Hmm. In a single word, it is, isolated.”

It meant that of the 12 Gods, she was all alone.

And wasn’t what happened enough proof for that?

However, there was no need to tease her, so Jamie didn’t point anything out.

“Factions?”

“Seven.”

“… so all cut up.”

It meant that the time of peace was long gone, and the ‘twelve is one’ screaming Gods didn’t exist anymore.

“How are the divided forces?”

“Zenith, Lily and Brahman are one, Drian and Krolang are one, Tantiras and Arbela are one, Jillian and Oblian are one. Yeomja, Ra and I are alone.”

As soon as he heard that, Jamie smiled.

The ones who were closest in the past were now turned into a group.

What was more shocking was Ra.

‘Why is the sun god all alone?’

Jamie was in shock, and Pyro, who noticed it, explained.

“Actually, rather than being alone, Ra is reigning as an ‘absolute god’.”

“… no wonder. I thought it was strange.”

Sun God Ra.

Although it was called 12 Gods, even with the Twelve is One, Ra was always alone.

And Jamie was confident that if he competed with all the Gods, he could win over all, except for one.

And that is Ra.

The leader of the 12 and the being revered as the supreme god.

Even now, the church of Ra dominated the entire southern continent.

‘I’ll never understand what he thinks.’

There was no way such a strong one stayed alone.

“Yeomje was always alone.”

A God of agriculture and harvest.

A God who communicated with the humans the most.

And he was also a God with whom Jamie was the closest until he found out about the plan of the 12 Gods.

And in the end, that God betrayed humanity.

Maybe that was why he never appeared in front of Diablo Volfir, until the last moments of sealing.

“Yeomje being alone is fine, but why are you alone?”

“… because of that scum Zenith.”

Pyro’s eyes trembled in rage.

Her green hair turned black and her lips dyed bright red.

The innocent figure she had till a second back was nowhere to be seen, and the dress changed to a red one.

This was the appearance she had when she was angry.

“Even if he is ripped to shreds I won’t be able to calm myself.”

It seemed like they had bad feelings between them.

“When he was abandoned by Ra, he felt a sense of crisis, so he targeted me. To destroy me and then challenge Ra.”

The air around was turning hot.

Her anger at Zenith kept rising.

“I will get back everything he stole, and now it is my turn to covet it!”

And her dark eyes stared at Jamie.

Her eyes were calm and deep like an abyss, but they were hot.

Feeling her anger, Jamie thought.

‘Abandoned by Ra?’

Honestly, he was on the same line as Ra, but Zenith was actually the nephew of Ra.

And the fact that he was abandoned meant all that was left of that Zenith bastard was his own alliance.

And now that his plan to take away Pyro’s power from the world failed, he was nothing much.

The options Zenith had now were limited.

‘Zenith. I think we’ll see each other soon.’

Jamie didn’t know what Zenih was thinking, but the field was ready.

Yet, the battle won’t start right away.

‘It’ll take time, a long time.’

Shouldn’t he at least try and gain power before confronting a God?

Jamie smiled as he watched Pyro roar in anger.

Bang!

The gilded armrest was smashed.

A black beard, red-skinned man yelled at the man kneeling below.

“Are you kidding me right now?!”

“… I have no face to show you.’

The man, bowing on his knees, bowed his head now.

He was Barba, a member of the Seven Knights, the man in robe who stood before Philos in the fight.

And the angry, red-skinned man with dark beard sitting on a high seat was Iliod IV, Pope of the Zenith Church.

“As if it wasn’t enough that the plan in Apton failed, even Sir Kreon disappeared!”

Sable’s real name was Kreon.

“Do you have no idea how important he is?!”

“By the time I arrived there, everything was over.”

“Are you really speaking shit…!”

Iliod IV jumped up from his seat and then sat down.

As he was angry, he stiffened.

In a confused voice, Iliod IV said.

“Ugh… how will we move forward without Sir Kreon? Rumors of us signing a contract with demons is spreading quickly, and there will soon be pressure on…”

If only Kreon was there, he would have said something. However, without Kreon on their side, the previously working simulation of war for the Zenith church wouldn’t work.

“How is such a powerful Sword Master…!”

Even after leaving Apton and searching the entire Seldom Kingdom, the only person who could compete against Kreon and win was Tarix Pan, who was called the King’s Sword.

And that person would never step out of his place.

“Magic isn’t of use to him.”

They didn’t think he could be dead.

Even if one searched all over the continent, there weren’t many people who could kill Kreon.

Iliod IV glared at Barba.

“You, find where Sir Kreon is and bring him to me.”

“Yes.”

Barba didn’t know why he was being treated like this, but since it was the Pope talking, he decided to follow.

At the same time.

Sable, no, Kreon clenched the hand holding the sword.

He looked at the paladins of the Sun Church who surrounded him. The moment he thought he crossed the desert, they suddenly appeared.

But it was fine.

Since these were just paladins, he could break through them.

The problem was, soon someone other than paladins came.

“Nice to meet you, Kreon.”

A man as black as coal.

His head was shaved neatly, and his polished upper body looked stronger than any armor.

And the sword the man was holding in one hand.

No, could that even be called a sword?

“… I don’t think of this as nice.”

“I can’t help it if you act that way.”

The black man’s eyes were gold.

Kreon gulped.

Only twice, there was a time when he wanted to compete with the man in front of him.

But there was no victory.

It wasn’t because of the skills.

‘Both times I ran away.’

He kept comforting himself saying that he didn’t lose as he still had his life, but the bottom line was it was a defeat.

The problem now was, Kreon didn’t think he could run away this time.

‘Monstrous bastard!’

A terribly powerful monster of Sun church.

“Fine. Let’s hear why you had to come to this distant land.”

The black man, the Sword of Sun, Blazer, held his sword in his hand which soared like the sun.

Seeing that, Sable’s complexion darkened.

He knew better than anyone what that light on the sword meant.

‘… that ignorant huge Aura Blade!’

Sword Master’s exclusive, Aura Blade.

And that was the identity of the light shining from Blazer’s sword.

The enormous amount of aura which reached the sky was dazzling.

Blazer opened his mouth as he looked at Sable’s stiff face.

“To turn into a half-corpse.”

As the sun explodes, the golden Aura Blade which burns like the flame slammed to the ground.