To Hell with Being a Saint, I'm a Doctor

Chapter 718

episode 718 the day of prophecy (5)

a hazy fog fills the hallway, making it impossible to distinguish an inch ahead.

the pupils of the priestess trembled violently.

“is it poison too?”

“it’s a temple that enshrines a god, so i can’t do it clumsily.”

he knocked on her chest as he spoke, but at those words, she was dumbfounded.

it’s not hard.

or rather, it seemed to go too far.

ray said without losing to that.

“there are more than just these traps.”

are there more than these?

like the priestess, seventy-three and ninety-one who were watching from behind also gulped down their saliva.

“...i can’t believe it.”

“it’s the first time i’ve even heard of such a magic tool.”

“you were a pretty good wizard.”

ninety days were secretly vigilant.

there are very few wizards who can put magic like poison fog into magic tools.

it would be difficult to attempt unless you are a wizard who has knowledge of magic tools as well as knowledge of magic.

but the young man in front of him seemed to succeed.

is that all?

it’s not just the poison fog that’s in the hallway.

the current i just showed will still be flowing, and the other traps will be there as well.

he could have come and gone without any preparation.

‘annoying bastard. should i remove it from here?’

after thinking about it for ninety days, he shook his head.

wizards are vulnerable in close combat.

but that didn’t mean she was completely helpless.

as the opponent was a wizard with skills, there was a possibility that he would be harmed if he recklessly stepped forward.

for now, i’ll have no choice but to watch the situation and deal with reinforcements when they arrive.

‘that will be your end.’

ninety days waited, sharpening daggers inwardly.

* * *

figures moving in the darkness lined up around the temple.

all of them were wearing nocturnal clothes, but they behaved differently according to the thread embroidered on their chests.

at the forefront were those who stood out for their red crowns.

the avant-garde looked around thoroughly to see if there were any potential threats.

soon, he judged that the temple was not a threat and sent a signal to those in the green room behind him.

only then did the green ones follow closely behind them.

the two people at the forefront exchanged hand signals.

– please do not disturb.

– ha ha ha. it’s a funny joke. who is it that is turning a blind eye to your dogmatism?

fifty-nine gnashed their teeth at his words.

‘this bastard.’

seeing fifty-five smiling brightly with a small boyish body, i felt a surge of excitement.

i thought it was moving secretly, but fifty-five was watching myself.

thanks to that, the plan to eliminate the priestess by herself was in vain.

fifty-nine let go of her anger and glared at him.

– this job is enough for me alone. it’s not too late now, so how about going back?

fifty-five smiled and shook his head.

– no. i think this job will be fun. can’t be left alone

fifty-five’s eyes stayed on the courtyard of the temple as they spoke.

a gigantic luminescent sphere that made both eyes doubtful for a moment.

it obviously started with this temple.

is it human magic?

if not, did god really descend?

a strange feeling of excitement flooded his body.

the two of them approached the door of the temple without saying who came first.

around the time other figures started entering through the windows and gaps.

“aha!”

pajijijijik-!

an enormous electric current passed through fifty-five’s body.

pitfalls of this magnitude.

there’s no way a normal wizard could make it.

he was able to live because his whole body was covered with mana, but if he had been attacked without any preparation, he would not have been able to avoid death.

fifty-five, who had been trembling from the residue, turned his head slightly.

even for a brief moment, he created a situation that was unavoidable.

it blocked the escape route and covered the view.

there, the water vapor that i don’t know when it flowed out effectively delivered the electric shock.

even if he knew about the blow he had just made, it was an unavoidable event.

this is fun.

“ahahahaha!”

fifty-five’s laughter echoed through the hallway.

* * *

ray was aware of their presence from the moment he began to feel the presence from afar.

a faint sign that seems almost to be caught.

it is a immersion technique that can be considered black room.

‘this might break through the trap.’

no matter how much the trap was made to reduce the number of heads or a little, it was never made roughly.

looking at their ability to hide their presence, there seemed to be a possibility that they could break through the trap and enter the civil war here.

unlike the priestess drinking black tea without knowing anything, the two followers seemed to notice the difference.

seeing them staring out with stiff faces, ray was deeply impressed.

their presence was never noticed by the general public.

even so, aren’t they acting as if they know all of their identities?

the mana felt inside the body was unusual, so i was guessing to some extent, but i never thought the feeling would be this sharp.

ray hinted.

“you know? it looks like someone broke into the temple.”

“i know.”

“ugh. is it really safe here?”

at the words of ninety days, ray answered.

“i don’t know if it’s anywhere else, but the ones installed in the civil war are trustworthy guys.”

in the moment of 90 days, i almost nodded my head without realizing it.

i saw that too.

lightning and poison fog spread through the corridor.

even with those two, quite a few people would not dare to think of breaking in, but they said that there were other traps, so i was worried that they would really die if they did this.

‘no. in the room, they would think that seventy-three and i were dead, so they must send more power than we did. maybe i’ll send the guys from the 50th.’

their strength is different.

if it was only to the point of dying in this trap, he wouldn’t have been able to keep his number until now.

if they get to this door.

ninety days looked at the sword stuck in his waist.

‘i will kill you and the priest and seek forgiveness from the room.’

if the fact that they were alive and well together with the mission target priest is known, then it will truly be the end.

before that happens, you have to write the number first.

seventy-three must have had the same thought, and he had been sweating ever since.

seventy-three sat down in a chair and fell into deep thought.

‘maybe it’s good.’

it’s a miserable life.

it was a life that had been buried by the blood of others.

i thought that as long as i could live, i didn’t care what others did.

after living a peaceful life once, i thought that this was not too bad.

since then, the conflict has not ceased in my heart.

fear of death.

willingness to change life.

the two collided and made a mess of my head.

seventy-three clenched their fists.

having made up his mind, he let out a deep sigh and opened his mouth.

“...young priest, i have something to tell you.”