To Hell With Being A Saint, I’m A Doctor - Chapter 33

Episode 33 Saint and Saint (5)

Even at the beginning, I was so surprised that I forgot to breathe that I was blocking the aura blade.

Iriel untied his arms and blocked Pia’s sword with his left hand.

Her hands, which were surrounded by divine power and dyed the surroundings in gold, shone so brightly that you could barely tell it was a hand through the outline.

Is it because it is a divine power given directly by God?

She had divine power enough to block the Aura Blade.

Pia, who quickly retrieved the sword, took a step back and disappeared again.

Pia was quite taken aback by the unexpected situation.

‘Blocking the Aura Blade? Besides, what’s the reaction rate?’

It was clear that she would not be easily defeated if she tried to aim further.

However, as if she had read her thoughts as she tried to pull herself back, she moved.

Iriel, with his hands dyed in gold, accurately found her location and rushed at her.

As I swung my sword as I saw her approaching, narrowing the distance in an instant, I heard the sound of metal being crushed. I couldn’t believe it was the sound

of a card

colliding with a sword.

Iriel grabbed the sword with his left hand and aimed at his side with his right hand.

Since the sword was caught and there was no way to get it out, she handed it over.

Stepping back, Pia was able to avoid the attack aimed at her side.

But the sword was taken away.

How do you fight these people without weapons?

In addition, there was a ‘monster’ in the form of a human being.

Covered with divine power under the protection of the gods, it did not allow it to approach.

It was enough to block the Aura Blade, so I said everything.

Hana Pia did not give up.

In the first place, a weapon had no meaning to a sword master.

When he picked up an appropriately sized twig that was rolling around and injected mana into it, a haze rose again.

Iriel smiled as he threw away the sword he took away from her.

“I think the power gap is obvious…”

“You know? Even one will fit.”

“Do you think that one attack could kill me?”

“…”

Pia looked around.

Many still couldn’t find themselves, but the number of people who were injured could certainly be treated.

If you can’t take her breath away with a single attack, you’re defeated.

“You won’t know until you try.”

“I’m not the type who likes to move, but…”

As I said, Iriel’s new model seemed to blur slightly, and then his left hand suddenly flew in.

Quickly turning her head to avoid it, she prepared for the next attack.

‘The right hand this time?’

I’m chasing her right hand, but unexpectedly, she turns around and stabs me again with her left hand.

I lifted a tree branch to block the attack, and my grip tingled.

“Ugh…”

His power and movement did not fall at all compared to his own.

No, on the contrary, the power was strong enough to push her away.

She was truly terrifying as she rushed forward with the power of a god like a halo.

When Pia distanced herself from her, Iriel started talking.

“You understand now, right? The difference in power is palpable. As we said earlier, it is enough for us to have the Holy Son. So please hand over the saint.”

“…no.”

Iriel’s eyes widened slightly.

“You are stubborn.”

Shaking her head, she says.

“Is it okay if I accept your will as the guardian of the elves as the will of the whole world?”

“…Most of you think the same as me.”

“…then fine.”

With God on his back, Iriel had nothing to fear.

Even if it means dealing with the elves, the gods are on their side.

If an elf, who was merely a creature of God, feared and forsook the will of God, it would be against his own convictions.

Even though the elves didn’t have a choice in the first place. As long as God’s will was revealed to her, their thoughts and will had nothing to do with her.

Divine power swirled around her. Pia trembled at the light that gave off strong faith.

“Bless. Holy seal. Holy activation.”

Iriel blessed himself.

The blessing of a saint who is far superior to the blessing of a high-ranking priest brings out all the abilities he possesses to a higher level.

Her blessing, capable of making ordinary people able to fight well-trained soldiers with just one blessing, is a fraud.

Since three such blessings were stacked, the battle would be incomparable to the previous one.

Iriel kicked the ground.

Her new form disappeared and appeared in front of her as if it were falling from the sky.

In the same stabbing attack as before, Pia reflexively brought a twig, but missed the twig due to the counter-resilience.

Then, he twisted his body to avoid her approaching right hand, but in the end, he had no choice but to give his side.

“Ugh….”

Dip-duk-

Although he escaped a major wound, the amount of blood that fell was by no means small.

Unaware of healing magic, she could only cover the wound with her hands.

However, the opponent does not wait for himself.

The numerous attacks that followed eventually increased the wounds one by one.

Because she missed the tree branch, she had no weapons again, so she had no choice but to put mana on her hands and fight like Iriel.

Even when he was holding a sword, he was not an opponent, but fighting in an unfamiliar way, he was pushed back to the point where anyone could see it.

The guards did not dare to intervene.

The belated rush now was only a hindrance to the saintess.

All they could do was raise their holy power in case the saintess was hurt.

However, looking at the current situation, it didn’t seem like he would easily allow an attack.

It was because Iriel was relaxed and Pia was on the defensive to the point where anyone could see the difference.

The urgency was evident in her expression, as she was in a hurry to stop it.

It was all the more so because he lost his weapon and fought with unfamiliar hands.

Moreover, due to the wound on the side, it was impossible to move like the first time.

On the other hand, Iriel made a wound on the body of the attacking Jokjok Pia.

It’s not a big wound, but it’s increasing one by one, so I can’t ignore it.

The word death came to Pia’s eyes.

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Aira ran ahead.

Her expression as she ran out of town and into the woods was not agitated.

Her countenance was not at all calm.

Unlike Ray, who clamorfully kicked the ground next to her, her run was quiet.

No, the expression “jumping” is wrong.

For she does not spur the ground with her legs.

It passes by as if brushing the ground while floating in the air.

I don’t know if it’s flight magic or her other tricks, but she was fast enough to easily pass herself.

Even though I’m running seriously, she’s far ahead.

Even so, he adjusts his speed so that Ray can follow him.

I can’t even imagine how fast it would be if it ran with full power.

‘It’s true that the elf in the legend is right…’

A high elf created by God himself.

I didn’t know it before, but now I can feel it.

That she was a high elf comparable to a dragon.

In the midst of thinking mixed with admiration, I felt a lot of people.

I can’t count the exact number, but even if I counted roughly, it’s over five hundred.

A cold sweat broke out on his back.

‘How many crazy people came here?’

It must have been intentional.

If he had brought that much number in the first place, of course he would have thought of fighting.

If this happened, I didn’t know if I would have to play the legendary 17 to 1.

Of course, the remaining 500 or so were Aira’s share.

Ray, who cried out for fairness when he sparred with his father, Ale, but at times like this, it was fairness that was less than the food of his neighbor Baekgu.

At that time, Aira spoke in a low voice.

“It is soon.”

The scale of popularity, which seemed to prove that the words were true, also grew.

To the extent that you can even mistake it for being right in front of you.

Passing by the tall trees planted for the purpose of defense by the elves, and arriving at a fairly open vacant lot, there were a lot of people there.

There were several knights wearing thick armor and people wearing fine clothes.

They would be the so-called priests.

It is probably not because of the setting sun that the silk grass looks reddish and the crimson color overlaps with their clothes.

The setting sun dyed the forest orange, and the thick smell of blood wafted through the hall.

Is it because of the job?

Fortunately, the sight of the puddles of blood did not upset his stomach and cause him to vomit.

However, his mouth, which had been opened in surprise at the more gruesome situation than he had thought, was closed.

In the center of the clearing, there was a beautiful woman he had never seen, except for the knights of the Holy Kingdom, and an elf he knew well.

It was Pia.

“…”

Aira took a step without a word.

The knights of the Holy Kingdom were embarrassed to see those who had newly appeared.

The two, with pure white hair, looked like a family at first glance.

The fact that only one ear stood up pointedly indicated that it was an elf.

Conversely, when they saw the boy on the right, they knew at once that he was the person they were looking for.

They put down their swords and knelt down on one knee.

“I see the Holy Son!”

“I see the Holy Son!”

Iriel’s gaze shifted to Ray at the tremendous noise that rang through the forest.

She greeted her with a smile that would charm anyone who saw her.

“Nice to meet you, my lord. My name is Saint Iriel Beliaise.”

Even her voice was beautiful, as if she was trying to bewitch people.

But Ray knew.

It was also similar to the ‘sales smile’ in modern times.

He, who had been treated to the point of getting sick of it, recognized at once that it was a pretense.

After looking at Iriel once, he turned his gaze to look at Pia.

It could not be called a minor injury, even as a joke.

As if she had a dislocated left arm and no strength to stand, she sat down and still had mana rising in her right hand.

The will to protect the village is felt even here.

Ira silently walked towards her.

Then, those who were bowing down to Ray grabbed their swords and pointed them directly at her.

It was a part that clearly showed that he had undergone a high level of training.

Aira glanced at them and murmured.

“If you want to die, it wouldn’t be bad to stay that way.”

“….”

“….”

She didn’t even shed blood like she did with the elves.

Rather, he erases his momentum as if he wants him to attack.

He seemed powerless enough to be thought of as an ordinary person.

Paladins and Priests. No one dared to act rashly.

She leisurely passed them and walked to Pia.

Iriel watched the scene with interest.

Ray also looked at them coldly and moved to Pia.

The condition of Pia he saw could be regarded as serious in modern times.

When I saw her muttering, ‘I have to stop it,’ as if she had lost her mind halfway, a feeling of pity came over me.

He put his hand on his shoulder and deftly touched his dislocated left arm.

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