The Baby Raising A Devil

Chapter 339

TL: Zimmings

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“Protect the mages from beasts and spread the barrier!”

“Do not back down! Attack!”

The pope was being pushed back little by little by our attack.

‘Gli, can you get behind the pope and hold him?’

[G-Gli?! How dare you call me… … !]

‘Can you do it?’

As Glashalabolas stubbornly shut his mouth, Baal glanced at him.

Glashalabolas flinched and replied.

[He’s quick to respond, so it’s hard.]

‘When I give the signal, approach.’

And I turned to Boone and Pur.

‘When Boone calls out ghost soldiers, Pur, please make it rain around the pope so that he cannot look properly and drop lightning strikes.’

[Okay.]

[Great.]

‘As soon as Gli grabs the pope, Storas will attack him to immobilize him.’

Upon ordering the devils, I prepared to call upon death.

Death was becoming transparent as if it would disappear any moment.

There’s not much time left.

Johann and Isaac were pushing the pope.

When Isaac stepped on the remains of the collapsed building, leaped, and pulled out his sword, the pope avoided it.

As soon as the pope’s posture collapsed, Johann chased behind him and cut off the Pope’s arm.

The pope’s knights rushed to Johann and he was pushed out. Henry stepped out this time.

A chain of mana that stretched out from Henry’s hand was wrapped around the pope.

The pope whose face stiffened from tension, was acting as if he wanted to intercept and use Boone’s powers. At that moment, smoke gathered around him.

That’s when I gave the signal.

‘Pur, Boone. Now.’

Dark clouds filled the sky, and in an instant it rained heavily.

Bang!

Bang, bang!

Lightning struck around the pope, and Boone’s ghost soldiers overpowered the army called by the pope.

When the pope, blocked by the walls of rain and ghost soldiers, stopped moving…

‘Gli, now!’

Glashalabolas quickly became transparent as if permeating with the wind.

And he approached from the back.

“Ugh…!”

He managed to hold the pope.

I held death in my hand and ran towards him.

[Leblaine.]

An unfamiliar voice resonated in my head.

When I heard that voice, my hands were tense.

The wall of rain surrounding the pope split and I passed through the ghost soldiers.

I made eye contact with the pope.

How much has he destroyed?

How many precious things of mine have he destroyed?

How miserable was I in my first life, crying desperately with a sword stuck in my heart at the altar, in my second life begging for affection, and in my third life dying under the bridge?

I threw out death, which began to disappear, toward his chest.

Bzzt-!

When the barrier surrounding the pope collided with death, a spark was made with a violent sound.

I was pushed out with one arm covering my eyes.

Someone hugged me from the back. A firm chest touched my back, and a large hand wrapped around mine.

“You remind me of when I thought I would be a good father.”

‘Dad.’

Holding my hand, he gave out another attack of death.

Boom!

At last, the barrier was broken and death stabbed the pope’s chest.

“Meria…”

“It’s Leblaine.”

Crack.

A cracking sound was heard from somewhere.

I knew it without anyone telling me. That his core, which became Etwal, had cracked

The ghost soldiers created by the pope disappeared. It was the same with Purson’s monster army.

The holy beasts that the temple made using Purson’s monsters were also splitting apart.

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When Dubblede and the Empire Allied Forces started fighting the temple, the holy beasts who had escaped from the temple ruined the capital.

The brilliant capital of the empire was messed up, and the imperial palace also collapsed.

It was difficult to find a safe building except for the street near the hope mercenary guild, where Leblaine spread the barrier.

The imperial family, nobles, and the people who had lost their place gathered at the border of the shopping district and looked at the scene through a magic mirror set up by the imperial mages.

[Meria…]

[It’s Leblaine.]

People looked at the scene with sweat in their hands.

Some put their hands together and prayed to the unknown god, some old men groaned, and others cheered loudly.

The emperor clenched his fist.

‘Little bit more.’

‘Please.’

‘Fall down…!’

Crack.

A crack was heard through the magic mirror.

The pope, who was attacked, gradually collapsed.

Leblaine in the magic mirror shouted.

[The pope has lost his powers! Don’t be afraid! Attack!]

The Imperial Army fired their bows like rain from above, and Duke Grimoire and the mages of the magic tower joined the attack. The rest attacked the falling holy beasts.

The pope staggered toward Leblaine.

Lea, Zachary and Sourire led Dubblede’s Irie to block him.

‘Please win…!’

The emperor, who leaned on Cecilia, looked closely at the magic mirror.

***

With one step left, the pope could no longer approach me.

After being penetrated by Zachary’s spear, Lea’s sword, Sourire’s and Irie’s weapons, he slowly collapsed.

He groaned and looked up at me.

“Why, Meria…why are you always… not me…”

“…….”

“Leave me who loves you so… Why…”

Slap!

I slapped the pope on the cheek.

“This one is for my mother, whom you ordered Benedict to kill.”

Slap!

“This is for my father who has lost his wife and daughter and blamed himself for the rest of his life.”

Slap!

“This is for my brothers who have been lonely all their lives because of the villains you created.”

Slap!

“This is for those you killed.”

Slap!

“This is for me who, as a young child, wanted to never open my eyes again after I died countless times because of you!!”

“Meria…”

“You are terrible.”

“…….”

“You’re horrifying and I can’t stand you.”

“…….”

“Disappear. Don’t let me see you anymore. Please die. Please…!”

I held his collar tightly.

What is this feeling of emptiness and despair? Why do I feel like I’ve lost one more precious thing because of him?

The pope looked at me frantically and stretched out his hand.

“You can’t get out, ah, Meria…”

The pope ripped the ground and shouted.

“I will never make your wish come true.”

“M-Meria…….”

“I’ll forget you. As soon as I turn around, I’ll erase you from my memory as if you didn’t exist.”

“How can you be so cruel. Meri-”

Johann, who held the only remaining death in his sword, pierced his chest.

“Ugh…!”

Those who have lost their families, those who have lost their lovers, and those whose lives have been deprived because of him were the ones who stabbed the pope over and over again.

“Everything you’ve done will be an illusion, and you won’t be able to leave me with a single thin memory.”

“Me… ria!”

Tears of blood flowed from the pope’s eyes. His trembling hands grabbed my feet and gently pulled me.

It was the moment when he closed his eyes, after wriggling like a worm while breathing heavily.

Bang-!

Thunder split the sky. The world is covered in darkness.

Pymon looked at Purpur.

“What did you do?”

“I, it’s not me!”

Pur hastily waved his hand.

Baal hardened and looked around the sky. Light began to spread through the darkness that covered the sky, and eventually became a red pillar and fell on the pope’s body.

The pope squirmed like a worm.

And… … .

“Aaaah!”

A soldier collapsed and began to scream.

Others sat down one by one, grabbed their heads, and shouted.

It wasn’t just them. Human screams were rampant from afar.

Baal shouted.

“It’s Neliard!”

Standing tall among the collapsed people, I looked at the light around the pope’s body.

From the moment the light appeared, I was instinctively predicting it.

The advent of Neliard.

Beep-!

The sound crossed my mind sharply.

My eyes turned bright red, and my whole body convulsed.

I know this feeling.

It’s when an enemy invade the divine space… … !

‘Serga.’

[Child.]

Serga’s voice echoed in my mind.

[The power of Neliard, which has lost its medium, is collapsing. At the last minute, he’ll destroy the world. I don’t have much time left… … you… … Nelia… … !].

Serga’s voice was cut off and then disappeared.

I glanced at the people with amazement.

“Long-distance teleportation! Come on…!”

Johann took out the remaining scroll, as Isaac and Henry ran to me.

“We have to run. It’s starting to fall apart here. Come on!”

Bang!

A large wall was built around the pope’s body.

Those around him disappeared without a trace.

Johann hurriedly tore the scroll.

A dazzling light enveloped us.

When I opened my eyes again, it was a shopping district.

“Lady!”

“Lord Dubblede!”

People in the barrier of the shopping district ran toward us.

Among them was the emperor, and I told him quickly.

“We should move out of the capital. Give the people an order to move immediately!”

“What?”

“Neliard will destroy the world.”

The nobles shouted.

“How can we leave the capital and run away!”

Isaac also shouted.

“Then are you going to be swept away and die?!”

Godmother Camilla said,

“It will take time for the people to pack up.”

“We don’t have time to pack up. We have to run away as soon as possible. We don’t know how long Serga can stop Neliard.”

“Is it possible to live outside the capital?”

“…We need to buy time to come up with a solution.”

The emperor staggered and grabbed his forehead.

“There’s not even a way.”

“…….”

The nobles gathered around noisily asked.

“Can’t God Serga save us?”

God’s power is strengthened by human beliefs.

Just because people lost faith in Neliard and weakened him, does not mean that Serga absorbed faith instead and became strong.

Of course, although a small religion that believes in Serga has been created, he has become significantly stronger than before.

How many people would sincerely believe in Serga just by telling them, “Trust Serga!”

But it was then.

Thud.

A book fell from the fake Trigon’s pocket.

“W- what. I’ve never brought anything like this.”

“……?”

“Huh? Did I put it in? Ah… yes, it looks like I put it in.”

He suddenly became absent-minded and muttered. Like a person who got his memory inserted.

I narrowed my forehead and picked up the book.

‘What is this?’