The Priest of Corruption - Chapter 351

Clapping my hands alone.

Sanctus walked slowly towards Marnak and said with the brightest smile he had ever shown.

– I salute your good intentions full of excuses. Excellent. kite. After much thought and consideration, you have chosen the right path. I am so glad that my hard work chattering into your ears was not in vain.

Marnak could not open his mouth. Only Sanctus was allowed to move in this frozen time.

The bandaged right hand grabbed Marnak’s shoulder. His bandaged face slowly approached and whispered softly into Marnak’s ear.

– For a world where good people finally win. This Sanctus will support your right choice. kite. Please move forward at your own pace.

Wow!!!

Time that has stopped flows again. Snow falls like scum. The intense cold that had been digging into my back and arms suddenly disappeared.

My physical condition was better than ever. As if he had recovered.

Soon, Marnak realized something intuitively.

One of the powers that had stopped growing ever since my mother died has evolved.

Marnak laughed. She smiled brightly and extended her finger to point to her nemad.

“You, let’s fall. “With me.”

The evolved ‘pit of corruption’ swallowed the two apostles.

The snow that had been falling on the capital of the Southern Empire without stopping for a moment stopped for the first time.

A pit of corruption.

The entire space is pitch black. Before he had time to react, the moment the man’s finger pointed at him, Nemad had already fallen into this unidentified space.

‘…I fell.’

Did this fall? If this phenomenon was the way he expressed it, it would be true that he had fallen somewhere, but there was no real feeling of falling. I was just pulled into this space for a moment so short that even blinking an eye wasn’t enough.

Tap the floor with your toes. Because it was completely black, it was hard to tell where the end of the space ended and where the wall began, but there was clearly a solid floor in this space.

‘Since there is an invisible floor, it would be correct to assume that there is also a wall.’

If only he could see the wall of this space, he could be allowed to attack using the wall from an unexpected place the moment he enters a close-range battle. Nemad decided to be somewhat wary of the invisible wall.

What was even more unique about this space was that even though it was pitch black and not a single ray of light came in, one’s own image was clearly visible as if there were light.

Nemad confirmed again that his remaining hand was intact.

‘Is this pitch-black space only visible to me? If the actual appearance of this space is separate, and the view is blocked only to me, I should consider the possibility that there are other obstacles in addition to walls.’

He briefly exercised his power and recreated the left arm made of ice that Marnak had shattered.

Although the accident took a long time, Nemad’s series of actions happened in a split second. He looked indifferently beyond the pitch-black space, ready to counterattack at any time.

I feel like the power I used to exercise has been cut off. Because he was sucked into this space, his authority over the entire capital of the Southern Empire was neutralized. Now that he is gone, the temperature in the southern empire’s capital will gradually warm back to normal.

And the people of the Southern Empire who persistently survived after enduring and enduring will begin to crawl out again like insects as soon as the day gets warmer.

Nemad pushed away the slight discomfort and composed himself. All you had to do was sprinkle the snow again as soon as you escaped from here, and it took quite a bit of time for the temperature to rise again.

There was really no reason to be in a hurry.

In the first place, waiting for something was one of the things he was good at. This life was a life of waiting and waiting and was destined to end in vain.

widely.

The sound of lightly touching feet. The man who appeared a little later than her was wearing a black priest’s uniform of a type she had never seen before, instead of the armor she had been wearing earlier. In his hand was a blue sword that I don’t know when he picked it up again.

‘He must have ruined it right before he died.’

His face, floating white amidst the pitch black, was so vivid and vibrant that it was hard to believe that he was almost dead just a moment ago. He said with a friendly smile.

“You don’t look surprised at all? “I’m a little disappointed.”

Nemad answered with an indifferent expression.

“I’m quite surprised.”

“That’s a surprised face? It doesn’t make any sense, so it’s not much fun. By the way, you look very comfortable? “It’s not a very comfortable place here…”

Marnak tapped his forehead with his fist as if he had forgotten and chuckled.

“I forgot because I wasn’t used to it. “This didn’t turn on as soon as I came in.”

Just right.