Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 170
Purgatory (7)

The last.

Not only that, but the cultist of the Demon Church knew his name precisely. It was them who desired this match.

That meant they knew it was him and arranged the match.

Did they already know who he was?

Why did they remain quiet?

Without revealing such thoughts, Redin observed his opponent’s entire posture. The cultist’s demeanor was one of confidence and leisure.

Drawing his sword, the cultist opened his mouth, gearing up for battle.

“Why? Are you surprised I recognized you?”

“Not really.”

“Really? Mm-hmm.”

The demonic cultist ran his tongue over his lips.

“The Apostle told me to leave it alone, but I just couldn’t pass by a golden goblin. Sorry, but you have to die for me.”

A golden goblin.

A special goblin existing in the history of the Bern continent. Known for its treasure, encountering it could yield a considerable amount of money.

Being compared to such a creature.

It seemed that within the Demon Church’s ranks, many were keeping a close watch on him.

*Swoosh!*

As Redin pulled out his sword, he taunted the cultist.

“Have you ever thought that there might be a reason why the Apostle told you not to?”

“I have.”

The cultist smirked.

“But I just don’t see how I could lose. Do you know why?”

“…..”

“This time, I killed a ranker and consumed their experience orb. My skill level skyrocketed. It means I’m now strong enough to kill someone like you with just a finger.”

The cultist was overly intoxicated with their newfound power.

A lack of cool headedness.

With this, even if there’s a slight difference in skill level, Redin could easily turn the tables. After all, he also has a hidden ace that’s no less than the experience orb the other person possesses.

“For something like that, you seem to be already marked, don’t you think?”

“What?”

“The Apostle is glaring at you from behind.”

The black hooded cultist quickly turned his head and looked around behind him in a panic. Seizing the opportunity, Redin dashed forward, stomping on the ground.

Having risen to the level of a Master, his body felt much lighter.

Swinging his sword, he moved at a speed that would be impossible for a normal person to see.

*CLANG!*

A powerful strike, strong enough to make the ground tremble, poured out in response to the light sword strike. Desperately blocking with their sword, the dark hooded cultist countered.

“I was totally fooled by that.”

“Why are you panicking and acting on your own without being ordered?”

“Shut up!”

The cultists swung their sword.

They exchanged blows back and forth testing each other’s skills.

The demon cultist was more aggressive in their approach.

The hidden ace they possessed.

Until he discovered the ability that allowed them to defeat rankers despite being inferior in skill.

It was difficult for him to fight actively.

*Clank!*

He parried the Demon cultist’s sword and distanced himself. But then the Cultist accelerated and followed closely.

“You were all about provocation earlier. Why? Feeling a bit scared now that we’re actually fighting?”

Redin could see the agitation in their eyes.

The opponent didn’t stop mocking, swinging their sword relentlessly. If this continued a little longer, they would start to show openings.

They traded blows regularly, while Redin was waiting patiently for the right time.

“Let’s end this!”

The cultist yelled as he drew his demonic energy.

Black energy flowed toward the sword.

A black light flashed, creating an aura blade.

A visible aura blade.

For someone who had reached the level of mastery, there were so many shortcomings.

Firstly, it seemed that he was exerting excessive force compared to the size of his mana hole.

Secondly, it was evident that the cultist hadn’t fully assimilated the experience orb of a master-level powerhouse.

Redin has found a gap.

In a head-on confrontation, he could not lose. Now all that’s left is one trick the cultist has up his sleeve.

Redin created an aura blade to suit his opponent.

Moving the blade in time with the opponent’s sword strike.

Just before the blades connected.

The demon cultist smirked.

*Clang!*

The moment the swords clashed, the mana in his body instantaneously disappeared. The aura blade on his sword vanished.

The replica of the famous sword Cairo was shattered.

The maniacal grin of the cultist could be seen through his black hood, and with it their sword descended toward Redin’s head.

The sword’s blade gleamed in his sight.

Redin twisted his body and dodged the blade.

As he pulled back to gain distance, the cultist shot him a puzzled glance.

“You avoided this?”

Normally, it would have been hard to dodge.

Mastering the Moonlight Sword, which was the realm of extrasensory perception, had made such reactions and movements possible.

Steadying his breathing, Redin quickly checked his body.

The dispersed mana was beginning to regenerate. Though at a fairly slow pace. It would take at least a few minutes for him to recover.

A trump card prepared by the Demon Church.

That was a move to scatter the opponent’s mana. Since it takes time to recover, the rankers couldn’t properly counterattack.

“That’s quite an interesting technique, huh?”

*Gnash!*

The cultist frowned, grinding their teeth.

“By catching Rankers like this, your skills remain intact.”

“Do you think this is the only skill I have?”

Redin could see the lies in their subtle movements.

They were bluffing at this point.

“If you meet the Apostle, you’ll get beaten badly, right? If you die here, it’s over. Maybe you won’t get scolded.”

“…..”

“Should we call this fortunate?”

As he chuckled, the cultist snorted and lunged at him.

In the heat of anger, maintaining a clear head for sound judgment was difficult. His opponent was showing more blind spots than ever.

The cultist’s movements increased.

*Boom!*

The black aura blade exuded intense pressure, but Redin could see the entirety of the sword trail.

Using his mana, he moved his body.

While dodging the opponent’s blade, he waited for enough to be built up.

“Diiie! You scum!”

“With that kind of power, I doubt it.”

“Shit! Shut up!”

He darted toward the opening in the movements of the cultist, revealed by his reckless swings of the blade.

Redin sprinted with the speed of the White Tiger.

The cultist, noticing Redin’s movement, began to channel some sort of magic, attempting to shield himself from the attack.

*CLANK!*

The aura blade on the cultist’s sword expanded, forming a shield.

The broader the surface area of the aura blade turned shield, the faster the consumption of mana would be.

Stopping in his tracks, he stepped back and extended his right hand, letting all the mana gathered in his body flow into it.

A skill naturally acquired while mastering the Moonlight Sword.

*Whirr!*

Using the mana gathered in his right hand, he formed a transparent sword imbued with his aura blade.

Throwing the sword at the cultist.

*Swoosh!*

The aura sword flew through the air and shattered the cultist’s aura shield.

*BOOOM!*

The power contained in the mana sword exploded, engulfing the Demon Cultist. Smoke wafted in the wind, and the Demon Cultist was revealed.

His clothes were reduced to rags, and the sword in his hand was reduced to dust.

Walking over to the gasping man on the ground, he made another mana sword.

He didn’t need to make a large one.

He just needed enough to form it, and with that, he slashed at the cultist’s neck.

*Thud!*

His opponent’s head disappeared in a puff of smoke before it even hit the ground.

Bending down, he picked up the experience orb that had fallen to the ground.

He popped it into his mouth and swallowed it.

He carefully sifted through the orb’s contents, but didn’t see any of Ranker’s own experience that the man should have processed.

“You’re telling me they didn’t eat the Ranker’s experience orb?”

Redin wondered if they were collecting them separately.

What kind of nonsense is this?

He racked his brain, but couldn’t come up with an answer. Without being able to use the Mask of the Dead, he couldn’t figure out their plan.

“Waaaaaaaah! Jackpot!”

A cheer from the spectators. The loud voice drew everyone’s attention.

“What’s up?”

“What happened?”

The man who had gotten everyone’s attention gasped and opened his mouth.

“They say that the Black Hooded One is fighting with the Sword Saint.”

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Upper League Stadium.

As it was a stadium where transcendents competed, it was very large. As large as the stadium was, the seats were also spacious, but there weren’t many spectators.

As the Apostle entered the stadium, he looked toward the bleachers in front of him.

The Top Ten of Purgatory.

The seats of those called Transcendents.

Nine Transcendents sat in their respective seats, watching the match.

‘I’d want to…….’

If he can obtain their strength.

It would be so easy to gain control of the entire continent.

But there wasn’t enough time to deal with all of the Transcendents.

“Regrettable, so regrettable.”

The Apostle shook his head and looked at the sword saint walking out from the front.

A plain-looking face.

He was dressed in clothes that could be worn in any Academy. An air of mediocrity, as if nothing was special about him.

No power, no emotion.

There was nothing to be sensed.

On the other hand, it also meant being skilled enough to conceal everything according to one’s will.

“Demon Church?”

The apostle chuckled at Sword Saint’s question.

“That’s right.”

“How did you find your way here?”

“We’ve known about this place for a long time, it’s written in the ancient scriptures. I only came now because it was time.”

Sword Saint asked dubiously.

“Just in time?”

“Yes. Time.”

The Apostle looked at Sword Saint as he unsheathed his sword.

“To be precise, I waited for you to mature here.”

“You knew I would come here?”

“Of course I did. We’re the ones who sent you here.”

At the words of the apostle, the Sword Saint frowned.

For the first time, emotions shown on the face of the emotionless Sword Saint.

At the sight of it, the Apostle chuckled.

“Do you remember the prisoner you met before you died, the one who told you about the existence of Purgatory? He was planted by our people.”

“…..”

“Well, we sent several others, but you were the only one to reach the Transcendent in the end, so we made you our top priority.”

“Was it all a plan?”

“Yes.”

The sword saint regained control of his emotions.

With a light roll of his bare hand, a sword made of mana materialized.

“Whatever your plans are, if I defeat you here, that’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

“Hahaha. Okay, you’re right.”

The apostle draws his demonic energy up.

“That won’t be easy.”

“We’ll see about that.”

The sword saint stood in place, gathering his energy. A tremendous surge of pressure pressed against the Apostle.

The apostle was matched with his own burst of energy.

*Ruummbleee!*

Just the clash of their respective energy was enough to make the stadium tremble.

The first to move was the sword saint.

*Bam!*

The ground caved in as the sword saint soared into the sky. Swinging the mana sword held in hand, it descended towards the apostle.

Calmly, the Apostle brought his demonic energy up.

Though invisible, an aura blade had been formed on top of the mana sword.

Activating a previously prepared technique.

A Demon Church’s Vision that would cause the opponent’s mana to disperse in a single breath.

*Baaam!*

The black aura blade and the mana sword collided, and the mana sword in his hand disappeared in an instant.

However, the sword saint didn’t panic.

As if he knew what would happen, he fluidly moved his body and formed the mana sword again.

A murderous aura emanated from him.

The apostle laughed leisurely and slung his own sword over his shoulder.

“You intentionally dispersed it before it came in contact. I see you’ve figured out a method that works, but it’s useless.”

“….”

“This is the real thing.”

The apostle then triggered the second part of the ritual.

Sealing Circle.

The demonic energy he had laid down earlier gathered at the feet of the Sword Saint, forming a magic circle.

*Crackle!*

Black sparks crackled, enveloping the sword saint. He moved his body calmly and tried to slash it down with his mana sword, but it was useless.

“That seal was made solely for you. No matter how much you struggle, you cannot escape.”

The black energy emanating from the magic circle instantly engulfed the sword saint.

At that moment.

From where the Transcendents were, the Martial God moved. The apostle looked at him and smiled brightly.

His form faded into a blur.

“It’s regrettable, but I’ll deal with you another time.”