Became the Weapon Monopolist of the Gods-Chapter 92: Summary (2)

Thud─

Viktor stared at the bishop’s body that had fallen with a stiff face.

Looking at it, Viktor realized one truth.

‘... ... It was this woman.’

There was an incident where all the Orthodox priests who had been dispatched to Korea to secure a saint died.

They couldn’t find the murderer because there were no traces left behind, but Viktor could tell that it was all this woman’s doing.

“It’s best not to move.”

“.......”

The wrist of his right hand that had moved was bleeding as if it had been cut by a sharp blade.

He looked down to check, and a transparent line soaked in blood was visible.

It was a thin, transparent ‘thread’ that was unnoticeable.

‘When... ...?’

Before Viktor could even feel it, the thread had wrapped itself around his wrist and neck.

As the woman said, Victor knew that if he moved even a little, his limbs would be torn to pieces like the bishop whose head had been cut off.

At that moment, the executioners of the temple rushed into Victor’s office.

“Archbishop! Are you okay!”

“Huh, Hermas?”

“What is this......!”

When the executioners saw the dead bishop’s body and the strange woman and were about to take action, Victor shouted urgently.

“Don’t move!”

However, his warning was too late.

When Victor shouted, several of the executioners’ wrists and ankles had already been cut off.

“Ugh.”

Victor closed his eyes, unable to bear to see that sight.

“.......”

There were ten executioners in the office, including Victor, but none of them moved and just rolled their eyes.

Invisible threads were binding their bodies like spiderwebs.

Step by step, step by step

The woman walked leisurely and sat down on the sofa.

“Can you tell me why you want to take the saint away?”

“.......”

Victor hesitated for a moment, but he had no choice.

Sseuuk─

The thread digging into his neck finally made Victor open his mouth.

“To summon an angel.”

“Are you talking about the winged monsters that the priests summon?”

“I guess you were the one who dealt with the executioners dispatched to Gaia’s garden.”

The woman did not answer, but Victor could tell that it was a positive response.

“It’s different from those remnants. I’m trying to summon a real angel. To do that, I need a saint.”

“Why are you trying to summon an angel?”

“Because of Dead Maros.”

“Dead Maros?”

“I’m talking about the fanatics of the frozen sea.”

The Frozen Sea Fanatic, ‘Dead Maros’.

Dead Maros was the Russian Santa Claus.

Santa Claus, who gave gifts to good children and froze bad children.

However, the Dead Maros that appeared in reality was not a Santa who gave gifts.

The villages that Dead Maros visited were left with only frozen people.

A Russian S-class Hunter was dispatched to defeat Dead Maros, but he was also found as a frozen statue.

Along with the 50 A-class Hunters who accompanied him.

The so-called ‘Frozen Christmas Night’ incident.

Due to the Christmas Night incident, Dead Maros was given the name ‘Frozen Sea Fanatic’.

A monster that comes from the North Sea every Christmas and freezes people.

“If we leave it alone, Russia will be destroyed by Dead Maros.”

“Hmm.”

Viktor felt a small hope at the sight of the woman listening intently to the story.

Even this cruel woman, who seemed to have no emotions, seemed to have humanity.

“So?”

“So, so?”

Viktor was taken aback by the sight of the woman who seemed completely uninterested.

“Didn’t you hear what I said? The world will freeze!”

“Does that have anything to do with us?”

‘This crazy... ...!’

The moment he saw the woman’s expression, Viktor realized how seriously mistaken his judgment that she had humanity was.

The woman, who tilted her head with an innocent expression as if she really didn’t know, lacked the emotion of ‘empathy’ that a human should have.

“Lord, kill her!”

The executors moved at the order that Victor instinctively shouted out in fear.

And.

Chooaaaaaaak─

The executors who moved were all cut by the thread spread out in the office and died.

“.......”

Only Victor was alive.

The woman’s head turned toward Victor.

Victor’s body hardened like ice as he stared at his emotionless golden eyes.

Weeeeeing─

At that moment, the vibrated cell phone. In an instant, a smile appeared on the woman’s expressionless face.

“Yes, Eun-gong.”

─Vanesha, did the negotiation go well?

“Yes, it’s going well.”

─Thank goodness, I was worried that they would come out forcefully.

“No, the Orthodox Church also readily accepted Eun-gong’s request.”

‘They readily accepted... ... ?’

Viktor was shocked by the phone conversation that did not match the office that had become a sea of ​​blood.

The woman on the phone with a kind smile on her face was so different from the woman who had just killed them without a second thought.

The woman held out her cell phone to Viktor, who was watching the call blankly, and moved her lips.

‘Korean.’

Viktor read the shape of the woman’s lips and spoke in awkward Korean while answering the phone.

“I, I received a call. This is ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) Archbishop Viktor of the Orthodox Church.”

─Yes, Archbishop. I heard that you decided not to pursue the saint any longer. Is that right?

Viktor quickly answered the thread that was digging into his neck.

“Ma, that’s right. I have decided to accept it.”

─Thank goodness, thank you for understanding.

“I, I am the one who caused the damage, I am sorry.”

Viktor continued the call while constantly checking the woman’s expression.

Thinking that this woman was seriously twisted somewhere.

“Oh, I slept too long.”

I must have slept too well the day before, but when I woke up, the clock was already pointing to 12 PM.

“Seojun, did you sleep well?”

“Yes, I slept well.”

A late day started with summoning Vanessa and Jeanne.

Jeanne prepared a simple breakfast in the kitchen, and Vanessa, as usual, chose the clothes I would wear today.

“This will suit you today.”

Vanessa smiled, layering a shirt over my body.

Maybe because she was a seamstress, Vanessa’s hobby was choosing clothes for me.

Thanks to that, I always kept my shirts neatly fitted.

When I was living alone, I would just wear whatever I wanted, but now I couldn’t even imagine living like that.

“You should fold up the sleeves.”

I felt awkward, but I quietly let Vanessa fix my clothes.

“Seojun, please eat.”

At that moment, Jeanne, as if interrupting, put the food down on the table.

“Thank you, Jeanne.”

I came to my senses while drinking the toast and milk that Jeanne had prepared for me.

“Vanessa, how did you convince the Orthodox Church?”

While eating, I asked Vanessa something I had been curious about.

The night before, I had talked to the Archbishop of the Orthodox Church, and he readily accepted all my conditions.

I thought she was a really nice person because she answered me kindly in awkward Korean.

Vanessa’s answer to that was simple.

“I explained the situation well, and the Archbishop understood.”

“I’m glad you’re here, Vanessa.”

Vanessa smiled brightly without saying a word.

As expected, people need to be talked to to know each other, and the Orthodox Church was the same.

I don’t know how she convinced me, but it was comfortable because Vanessa was there.

If it were me, I would have been lost for a long time, but if I left it to Vanessa, everything would be resolved well.

Vanessa’s soft-spoken tone was enough to make me nod in agreement.

“I guess I don’t have to worry about the Orthodox Church anymore.”

Black Tower Admission Ticket (1)

It seemed like I could visit the Black Tower with peace of mind.

A few days later, Moscow, Russia.

Orthodox Patriarch Felix heard shocking news.

“All 60 of the holy executors who went to Korea... are dead.”

“......Are you saying that all 60 of them died?”

“Yes.”

Felix couldn’t understand it at all.

The 60 executioners of the temple were a huge force even for the Orthodox Church.

It was a large number of people, almost a third of the 200 executioners of the temple.

“Who killed them and how?”

“According to Archbishop Victor, they appeared to be part of the saint’s party.”

“Hmm.”

Felix looked serious, and the bishop looked at him.

“Do you have anything left to say?”

“A gift has been delivered from Archbishop Victor.”

“The archbishop?”

The bishop carefully placed a wooden box on Felix’s table.

“What is this?”

“It doesn’t say what it is, so I can’t confirm it. I think I’ll have to open it myself to find out.”

“Open it.”

“Yes.”

The bishop opened the box with a nervous expression.

But his hand dropped before it had even opened halfway.

“...Huh!”

The bishop stepped back with a pale, astonished face.

“What did you find inside?”

Felix’s face, which had been looking at the opened box with a puzzled expression, hardened like ice.

A pungent scent of blood wafted out through the open crack of the box.

It was a gift from the Orthodox branch.

It was the severed head of the bishop.