The ssage from the Naless Chaos reached Isaac’s ears even as he kept his eyes closed. His consciousness had left Urbansus just before the door closed. Isaac knew that the Praying Whitewood had completely fallen, so he examined his reward for victory with his eyes still shut.
[Offspring of Chaos / Requires the ‘Parasite from Beyond’ ability. The parasite imdiately devours the host and explosively grows, transforming into the ‘Offspring of Chaos.’]
This was the original description of the Offspring of Chaos ability. However, the enhanced version had sothing new added.
[Additionally, you can summon or dismiss chaos minions already created in the world through a sacrifice. However, the summoning site must have a sacrifice infected by the ‘Parasite from Beyond.’]
“So, I can summon and reverse summon minions now.”
No matter how far Isaac was, he could call upon or send back his minions. This was extrely useful since it was hard for him to drag conspicuous minions around. He had left Hecatli in the Elil Kingdom because he couldn’t find a way to bring her along on his ship.
“I need to confirm the definition of ‘minion.’”
Broadly speaking, even Kyle or Hesabel, who were currently governing the Isaacrea territory, were minions of Chaos. More broadly, those followers Isaac had unknowingly influenced were also minions of the Naless Chaos, but not all of them could be summoned. Given the need for a sacrifice, the ‘summoning process’ was likely very grotesque and shocking.
Isaac opened his eyes and imdiately t the gaze of Hesabel, who was right in front of him.
He reflexively slapped her forehead.
Hesabel was knocked back, leaving a red handprint on her forehead.
“Hey, what the hell! You scared !”
Hesabel rubbed her forehead, grumbling.
“Do you hit soone who risked their life to protect you?”
“If I see you on the ceiling when I wake up, my heart races in fear. I’ve wanted to hit you every ti, but I couldn’t reach you. Keep your distance if you don’t want to get hit again.”
Isaac didn’t think Hesabel had any strange thoughts. Those people were naturally attracted to Nephilim-like appearances. Isaac wouldn’t be surprised if she followed him because of his face rather than victory. Her uncle had died in a similar manner.
Isaac looked around.
Hesabel hadn’t exaggerated; the aftermath of a fierce battle was evident. The number of monsters skewered to death on the walls and floor exceeded double digits.
Below the cliff, the Praying Whitewood, severed completely in half, dangled all the way to the ground. The blood-drained Praying Whitewood would soon turn to white sand, just like it had in the capital.
Isaac felt it was a pity.
Although he had received his reward, he needed to replenish the faith he had expended during the ritual. The minions of Naless Chaos were rich in useful faith.
“Leaving food behind is wasteful.”
Isaac placed his hand on the body of the Praying Whitewood and inserted a tentacle.
Amidst the still-warm flesh, various inexplicable internal organs were chaotically arranged. Ignoring the unnecessary parts, Isaac sought the core of the flow. He sensed the heart, firmly lodged at the center.
Isaac’s tentacle grasped it, crushed it, and consud the fragnts in one go.
Even from that single heart, he felt both satiation and a massive accumulation of divine power.
[Dark Eucharist / You can devour a target with a tentacle or treat it as ‘Eucharist.’ Faith increases proportionally to the quality of the Eucharist. Enemies who witness the Eucharist fall into fear or chaos, while your followers experience religious ecstasy.]
The Dark Eucharist activated just in ti. As Isaac calmly surveyed his surroundings, he noticed the silence and saw Neria and self-proclaid followers of Naless Chaos cautiously erging from hiding. To them, the sight of a masked man with his hand on the Praying Whitewood’s corpse appeared like a sacred religious painting.
They shed tears and prostrated themselves. Neria crawled towards Isaac but stopped a short distance away, unable to muster the courage to get closer. The sins and foolishness of the past years surged up her spine.
“Prophet, oh Prophet, please…”
The ignorant followers, witnessing the true advent of a god, bowed their heads and begged for rcy. However, their eyes were now clear, and their minds were sharp.
“Please, tell us how we can atone for our sins.”
Isaac looked at Neria and the followers. These were people abandoned or excommunicated by the Codex of Light or other faiths, effectively barbarians. They could have co out of curiosity or truly resented the world enough to wish for its destruction.
‘What should I do with these hopeless lives?’
A paladin would have slaughtered them without a second thought, but Isaac knew they were rely ignorant.
Isaac recalled a friend from his previous world who habitually said, “I want to die.” But Isaac knew he didn’t an it literally.
It ant he wanted to go sowhere warm and peaceful, free from worries, to relax. If these people wished for destruction, it was because the world that made them desire it was flawed. And now, Isaac had the sturdy edges needed to smooth out such a rough world.
Isaac extended his hand towards them.
[I will give you new commandnts.]
The thought wave echoed through his mask, reaching everyone. They bowed their heads, awaiting the new commandnts of a new prophet heralding a new era.
[Eat plenty of vegetables, get enough sleep, work honestly, and don’t tornt animals for no reason.]
***
Thud, thud, thud, crash…
With a loud rumble, the debris blocking the stairs collapsed. Rottenhamr and the paladins were descending to the underground to uncover what had transpired there.
Rottenhamr wanted to jump into the gaping hole alone to investigate, but the paladins stopped him, fearing the number of monsters below. Instead, they used the paladins’ strength and miracles to barely carve out a passage they could pass through. Upon finally reaching the underground chamber, Rottenhamr was left speechless by the devastation and the stench of blood.
“What in the world…?”
Even the fragnts and reliefs remaining on the walls and pillars made it clear this place was unholy. The Praying Whitewood, extending through a huge hole connected to the ground above, was now lting into white sand, its massive form nearly intact.
And in the middle of the chamber stood a familiar face.
“Isaac!”
“Commander Rottenhamr. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Although it was clear he had ignored orders and entered alone, Rottenhamr neither showed surprise nor anger. He wasn’t foolish enough to waste ti on such matters after Isaac’s warnings had proven true.
Instead, he was filled with a different kind of self-reproach.
“Did the cultists truly perform an unholy ritual here? And I’ve been protecting them all this ti?”
Though he had followed the orders of the Codex, it was tantamount to denying his life’s work. He had spent his life smashing barbarians and heretics with his hamr, only to end up protecting those performing such heinous rituals.
As Rottenhamr bit his lips in anger and self-loathing, Isaac shook his head.
“No. They weren’t cultists. Just half-witted fools sacrificed for an experint.”
“Half-witted fools?”
“Yes. It seems soone among the priests of the Codex was researching the miracles of the Naless Chaos. The people here were rely those with nowhere else to go.”
One of the Codex’s tenets was to seek and study knowledge. It wasn’t unusual for heretical studies to be part of that knowledge. However, performing the rituals and summoning unholy beings was crossing a line.
Rottenhamr had heard snippets about what happened in Ultenheim and Camille. After a long silence, he surveyed the blood-soaked surroundings. While there were no intact corpses, there were enough human fragnts to be found.
“Are they all dead?”
“It seems so.”
In truth, Isaac had sent his followers fleeing through a secret passage after declaring the new commandnts. He even collapsed the passage after their escape, making it difficult to find them.
He was unsure how they would interpret the new commandnts. However, given that their faith in him was at its peak, he expected the commandnts to be deeply ingrained in them, akin to brainwashing. He had even implanted the ‘Parasite from Beyond’ in Neria.
Isaac hoped they wouldn’t take the commandnts lightly.
They might seem playful, but he had spoken them sincerely. He hoped they would reflect on their aning and understand them.
“Did you kill that monster too?”
Rottenhamr asked, pointing to the remains of the Praying Whitewood.
He knew that he and the paladins hadn’t inflicted enough damage to kill the monster. Given more ti, perhaps they could have, but it had shown strange behavior and died on its own. A battle that could have resulted in countless casualties ended with only a few injuries.
Isaac nodded.
“I was lucky.”
Rottenhamr exhaled deeply at Isaac’s response and set his hamr down with a thud. Then he knelt on one knee before Isaac and bowed his head.
The paladins, shocked by Rottenhamr’s actions, watched him.
“First, I must apologize. For not believing you and nearly causing a greater disaster. And thank you. Thanks to you, my subordinates were saved. Perhaps even my own life was saved. You might have saved thousands, tens of thousands, including those in Renheim Diocese.”
“Please, don’t do this.”
Isaac tried to stop him in embarrassnt. He felt undeserving of the apology and gratitude since he was the one who summoned the Praying Whitewood.
But Rottenhamr spoke firmly.
“From today, the Brient Paladins will take the Saint of Resurrection, Isaac Issacrea, as our patron saint. Our original patron saint was Saint Brient, but the deeds of the Saint of Resurrection are no less significant.”
Isaac was beyond shocked. The paladins who accompanied him were equally astonished.
Every paladin order had a patron saint as their symbol. The deeds of the patron saint often shaped the order’s character and identity. This event could transform the Brient Paladins into the Isaacrea Paladins.
Changing a patron saint wasn’t a common occurrence and could cause internal dissent. Moreover, Isaac was a novice with a short tenure as a paladin.
“But shouldn’t you get the opinions of your subordinates and the bishop of Renheim Cathedral…”
“My subordinates will agree. If they don’t, I’ll persuade them. And the Renheim Diocese doesn’t matter. We’re based there and receive support from the Renheim Cathedral, but we’re not bound to it. If we relocate, the bishop can’t dictate to .”
“But still…”
“If you refuse, I can’t force you. You don’t need to agree imdiately. But think of it as my resolve and determination.”
Isaac realized the depth of Rottenhamr’s resolution.
He was deeply disillusioned with the Codex of Light. With the Codex that deceived him and its actions. And this disillusionnt wasn’t recent but built up over ti. This incident was just the last drop.
Thus, he chose to serve a reliable saint over the Codex.
‘Oh… this is troubleso.’
Isaac couldn’t simply rejoice at having a loyal paladin order. He worried that Rottenhamr would be disheartened upon discovering his true identity as an Agent of Chaos.
However, Isaac understood his path.
Now, his good deeds must be genuine, not hypocritical.
For Rottenhamr, Isolde, Gebel, and Edelred.
Not rely to survive and succeed, but to avoid disappointing those who believed in him, even if his true nature was revealed.
Isaac had to prove that he, an Agent of the Naless Chaos, was undeniably a force for good.
He reflected on his past actions.
‘…Co to think of it, I don’t think I was ever insincere.’
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