Chapter 329 Death Apostle (3)

Morse, an adventurer who plays Arcadia.

Until one day his daily life collapsed due to a sudden tragedy, he was living a life as an assassin in this virtual world.

Hidden class Shadow Assassin.

By chance, he got a job specializing in infiltration and surprise attacks, where he moves freely through the shadows and takes the life of the target in an instant.

Originally, he had a calm and cool personality, so Morse soon gained quite a reputation in the back alleys and underworld by assassinating outstanding strongmen and important factors under tight security and tight security.

[Did you hear the news? They say that a secret messenger of death who travels through the shadows has infiltrated our city.]

[As usual, don’t forget to lock the door when you go to bed. Because you don’t know when an unexpected death will come.]

[You’d better not do anything to incur the wrath of the underworld. I’ve been hearing a lot of strange deaths these days.]

Among users who play as an assassin, he has built up tremendous achievements that cannot be dared to approach. Morse, a shadow assassin who murdered aristocrats and NPCs with enormous influence, creating all sorts of ghost stories and fears among them.

However, he suddenly disappeared one day and disappeared from this world in an instant.

And… this moment.

Secluded in a small village, he was resurrected to this world again, seeking his own peace and rest.

[You have completed the quest The Secret of the Erda Mountains.]

[The death of the beginning has designated you as an apostle.] [

You have changed your job to an enforcer of the hidden class rotation.]

[You have acquired the authority Mortal.]

[Mission system has been added.]

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messages flooding in.

Looking at them, Morse was able to realize that he had recently obtained content related to the second scenario that has been making a lot of noise on the Internet.

“Is this an apostle…”

Among the newly acquired titles, there was one that glowed in purple text as if I were special.

[Apostle of Death]

An unknown being who introduced himself as the beginning of death.

Although he didn’t know anything about him exactly, Morse could at least know exactly what the child wanted by looking at the newly created authority and the purple dagger in his hand.

cycle.

A life is born, lives, dies, and disappears.

Understanding his will to realize the law of life and death, which should be common to all things, on this earth, he can’t help but think for a moment as he sees the absurd power bestowed upon him… I was speechless and shocked.

“It’s fun.”

He had been thinking in silence for a while.

However, Morse suddenly began to equip the items he had sealed in his inventory with a mad smile in a completely changed mood.

flutter.

He threw off the ordinary clothes that had no previous abilities and wore black clothes that looked like pitch-black darkness. Then he straightened the purple dagger in his hand and slowly moved on.

“Did you say it was the Holy Church…?”

Kane, who gave up his life and collapsed, leaving only the name of the Holy Church.

But that alone was enough for him.

Whoops.

The death of the beginning that bestowed transcendent power on himself.

In the name of mission, it was clearly telling who was the target of bloody revenge.

[Execution Target]

-Hallelujah

-Agatha

-Baba Yetu

-Holly Molly

-Iam Saint

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An executor who will accept the mission of death and execute the cycle of life and death on earth.

Morse.

It was the moment when he, who had taken countless lives as a shadow assassin, appeared again as a mad avenger in Arcadia.

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Voltaire, a sacred kingdom located in the center of the North American continent.

The undisputed No. 1 divine guild, Holy Cross, nesting here, was busy congratulating himself for successfully completing this quest.

“Hahaha. Everyone had a hard time.”

“Ah, guild leader. what kind of trouble is this Nothing big happened.”

“More than that, congratulations. I heard you fell in love with Cardinal Carbel this time?”

“Ohhhh! Is that true?”

In the Holy Kingdom, Cardinal Carbel is the second-in-command in name and reality, who is said to handle all important duties right under the Holy King. Everyone was surprised and delighted with the fact that he caught his eye because of the unique characteristics of divine-type jobs.

– Contribution to the church is really fucking shit.

– Level doesn’t matter. You can acquire skills only by doing all sorts of good deeds with faith, breaking the missions given by the church, and accumulating contribution points to be promoted.

– Treating the homeless and distributing free meals to slums is the most efficient, even if it takes a little time.

-Is that all? Even if you accumulate contributions in Amman, you have to make a social life come because there is something to do or nabal. If you don’t get into politics, I’ll leave.

-Mmmmm Is this your first time seeing religion and politics?

It is a strangely realistic structure in which you can become stronger by leaps and bounds only when you are affiliated with the Holy Church, carry out various missions, accumulate contribution points that can only be accumulated by fulfilling the duties of a faithful cleric, and rise to prominence by being noticed by high-ranking NPCs in the Church.

That’s why someone asked with a face full of expectations about the fact that he was in the eyes of the second highest dignitary.

“Then, aren’t our guilds also… the best priests born?”

A place that no one has yet climbed.

top-notch priest.

But at his question, Hallelujah shook his head as if not yet.

“Not yet. Even if there is no problem with contribution or favorability, it seems that the level is limited.”

Cardinal Carbel licked his lips, saying that he still needed more training. However, Agatha asked with a surprised face at his story.

“Is the guild leader saying that the level is not enough?”

Hallelujah, a high-ranking priest of level 253.

He was one of the highest level in Arcadia, and was strong enough to boast a unique level among the clergy class. The position of the highest-ranking priest boasting a wall so far high.

However, Hallelujah muttered with a confident face as if it was not long.

“But, well… I have a rough idea. It seemed that level 300 was the condition to be able to change to a top class priest. I think we can achieve it by the end of this year.”

“Keuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-e great.”

“At this rate, our guild will conquer all of North America sooner or later.”

The guild members looked at him with respect and praised him.

Hallelujah, who had been drinking with a satisfied face while receiving their embarrassing compliments, turned his head at the sudden loud sound.

“What kind of commotion is that outside?”

“Is that so…?”

A place where only the closest people are gathered and solved the hoepo together. That’s why at that time when all of them tilt their heads with puzzled faces. The tightly closed door burst open with a tremendous roar.

Kwaaang.

“What!”

“It’s a surprise attack!”

“What kind of crazy bastard dares to say this place…?”

Holy Cross, a guild well known in North America.

They couldn’t even imagine that there was someone who would carry out such an attack on their home base hideout, not anywhere else.

“you….?”

A man completely covered in black from head to toe.

Filled with darkness like an endless abyss, except for his bright red eyes and daggers emitting an ominous purple light, he didn’t say anything and just silently looked at the group including Hallelujah.

“It’s you guys…”

“What…?”

The unknown assailant nodded and muttered as if he had finally found them after seeing them. But he began to name each one as if he knew them all too well.

“Hallelujah. Agatha. Holly Molly. Baba Yetu. I am Saint…..”

More than a dozen people started calling their names. However, many of them had set their character names so that they were not exposed, so I was shocked to see him calling their names correctly.

“What the hell are you guys?”

“What is your purpose here?”

“Morse…? Is this the first time you’ve seen him?”

Morse appeared proudly exposing his name. Even though he invaded a place where only the most elite players who had passed level 200 gathered together, he was so unconcerned.

That time when everyone is looking at them with a young gaze in bewilderment. Morse spoke to them with a heartless look, without showing any emotion.

“Isn’t that what you bastards from Treji Village did?”

“what….?”

“Why are you there…?”

Morse, referring to the village they had burnt down without a trace a few days ago. Hallelujah finally realized why he had come to them.

“what? You bastard… Were you clearing some important quest in that village?”

A common conflict that can sometimes arise from unknowingly killing an NPC.

Since the person who gave the quest unexpectedly died and everything got twisted up, there were more fights and conflicts than expected, so Hallelujah snorted and made a stern expression as if it was ridiculous.

“No, you dare intrude into our guild like this for just that reason? Even alone?”

Whether it’s a formal complaint or an Internet complaint, exposing evil deeds. He wouldn’t blink an eye, but it was the first time he’d come back on his own and say he would take revenge like this, so Hallelujah said coldly as if his pride was hurt.

“Take care of it, guys.”

The order he gave in a mocking voice, as if he had nothing to step forward.

As if waiting for that moment, his subordinates charged at once.

“Aww! die!”

“Holy Cross!”

“Divine Spear!”

“Holy Arrow!”

Paladins wielding savage hammers and maces filled with divine power, and priests who cast various types of divine magic.

But at that moment. Hallelujah saw it smartly.

The look in his eyes, as if he was smiling mockingly, as he stared at himself with bright red eyes without any defensive posture.

“Moving shadows.”

Quaang.

“What is it?”

“Is it gone…?”

Morse disappeared in an instant without any sign.

The paladin Babayetu looked around with a bewildered face holding the hammer that had just smashed the wooden floor. But he was startled by whispers behind him.

“Did you think I would be able to hit such a slow attack?”

“This…..”

Chew.

A cool sensation in the throat and a sharp cutting sound before even reacting.

All sorts of messages began to be heard in his ears as he collapsed, feeling weak like a doll whose string had fallen off.

[A vital part was hit accurately.]

[A fatal blow. Intense damage was taken.]

[Having been afflicted with abnormal status bleeding]

[Having nerve severed abnormal status]

[Poisoned with deadly poison abnormal status]

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‘Damn it…was he an assassin?’

An attacker who seems to have higher-level skills than I thought.

He felt sorry for himself who had been beaten so absurdly while being careless, but he licked his lips and thought to himself.

‘Haa… damn it… Shouldn’t I have to work hard to recover this from the drop in experience?’

Along with the 24-hour death penalty, it is a painful situation that requires a long time to recover from the drop in skill proficiency and experience. So Babayetu ruminated in his heart with a burning desire for revenge against Morse, who had killed him.

‘Let’s see. That ruined baby, I chase it and pay it back to a hundred times ….. ‘

As a paladin belonging to the Holy denomination, he can retaliate more than an imagination for a unilateral PK. That’s why, when the 24-hour access restriction is lifted, I’m determined to take revenge right away.

A strange message he had never heard before came to his ears.

[The mortal power consumes the player’s soul.]

[The death of the beginning consumes the protection of immortality.]

[Babayetu is restored to the ring of circulation.]

[Deathed.]

[Character ‘Babayetu’ has been deleted.]

[Closing the connection.]

“What…?”

A dreamer capsule that opens and releases compressed air.

The system was completely stopped, but Baba Yetu returned to reality.

“What the hell are you talking about? The character was deleted!”

He hurriedly reconnected to the game while letting out a terrifying scream.

And he could hear the message he had heard only once a long time ago, in a clear voice, as if the message he had heard was no joke.

[Do you want to create a character?]

The first child of the father who had a mission of death that existed from the beginning.

death.

His apostles with mortal powers began to execute the mission of the cycle of life and death.

Swallowing the immortal power that protects adventurers.

By giving them the true rest of death.

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