The Heavenly Demon Is Just Stuck In My Head Chapter 321 : Holy Spirit Punch!

Hope is the god of the midday sun.

In fact, Lasol Grace, the 'Hero of Light' and the undisputed apostle of Hope, had even perford the miracle of turning night into day by raising the sun in the middle of the night.

So, it was no big deal for Siri, a proud follower of the sun god, to raise a small sun at the bottom of the abyss.

Ah, of course, she was also a proud follower of the night god.

Because Siri was the first two-timing saint.

Even though she was my little sister, I couldn't help but be proud.

To think she was two-timing the gods.

Anyway, the important thing was that Siri was a promising little lamb who was being specially managed by Hope and Ketel, who were competing to pour their grace into her.

His grace was as bright and dazzling as the midday sun.

And the loathso darkness that had been writhing at the bottom, avoiding the sun, could not withstand that intense sunlight and was scattered to pieces.

Hwaaaaaak!

The holy light of Hope, which resembled the sunlight, illuminated the abyss.

The holy light of Hope burned the darkness and demonic energy that had been writhing together as one.

The minion of the abyss—our Bjoern—who had been about to charge, was startled and stepped back as if he had hit an invisible wall.

As if the sun had been brought down, the intense, dazzling light that poured down caused the black sothing that had been clinging to his body like armor to crumble into dust and fall off, and then it evaporated.

And then, his bare face was briefly visible, and it was a surprisingly young face.

He seed to resemble Viola a little.

Hook!

But that was only for a mont, and the guy quickly retreated and hid in the darkness where the holy light could not reach.

The darkness of the abyss, which had been rising like smoke, quickly covered his face and body.

Siri, who saw that, said, "Big Brother, should I make the light bigger?"

I shook my head.

"No, this is just right."

Because I had to lure him here.

Because I had to make him fight in this light.

The place is advantageous to the opponent? Then I just have to change that place to be advantageous to us.

"Keep the light at this level. And give a blessing."

"Okay!"

Siri began to chant prayers and cast all sorts of blessings on .

There was the blessing of light, and there was also the blessing of shadow and darkness.

There were various kinds.

When did she morize so many prayers? How admirable.

After a while, I could feel a whirlwind of power all over my body.

I always feel this, but with Siri, I'm not afraid of anything in the world.

It feels like everything is under my feet.

To the point where I have to control myself so as not to beco arrogant from the endlessly surging power.

"Hahahahahaha!"

Whoosh!!

The wind of the Pyohengbi, which had naturally beco stronger, fluttered my clothes wildly.

'With Siri, I'm invincible.'

To defeat now, at least one of the Eight Sword Masters would have to co.

But if it was a crazy Eight Sword Master, then there was nothing more to say.

I said, watching Bjoern, who was on high alert after being hit by an unexpected attack in the darkness where the light could not reach.

His actions were very much like a beast.

"Where's the crybaby?"

"She went to find a sniping position and disappeared into the darkness as soon as we ca down."

It seed Viola had taken her position as planned.

Since she was originally from the Kingdom of Sorrow and ca and went from the demon realm as if it were her own ho, and she was a master of stealth and sniping, I didn't need to worry.

"Siri, you rember the plan, right?"

"Of course."

All we had to do was aim for one mont.

The mont Bjoern ca out into the light and was fighting , and showed an opening, Siri would pour out all sorts of curses and debuffs.

Strengthening for allies, weakening for enemies.

The ability to create a tilted battlefield.

This is why priests are so scary.

'Well, not all priests are as powerful as Siri.'

Only our Siri could break the head of an A-rank magical beast on her own.

I've been observing Bjoern, who has been eaten by demonic energy, without taking my eyes off him for a single mont since we fell into the abyss, just to be sure...

It seed that Aktir's words that the erosion had started from that purple sword were plausible.

Seeing the guy's body, which had been frozen like a statue, move as the aura flared up on the sword...

It seed the subject had moved to the sword.

In other words, the current state ant that the sword was the main body.

'What should I stick in his heart this ti?'

I decided to think about that while fighting.

Because the ominous purple energy was flowing from the purple sword that our Bjoern was casually carrying on his shoulder, like smoke, like a fla, and spreading into the darkness.

According to what I had heard from the Demon King...

The power of the purple sword, Purple, was illusion and hallucination.

He would constantly confuse his opponent using very realistic illusions.

...I don't know why a guy with such an unstable ntal state would hold such a sword.

But the truly terrifying thing about the purple sword, Purple, was.

That the illusions had substance.

Who said it?

That the worst lie is a lie that is mixed with so truth.

Real and fake, real and fake-like real, real-like fake and fake-like real.

Bjoern's fighting style was to mix these things up and attack.

But since the subject had moved to the sword itself, it was said that such a high-level attack that would make your head spin would not co out, so I guess that was a relief.

It seed Bjoern was quite smart.

The darkness around Bjoern was tinged with a dark purple, and then, Bjoerns that looked exactly like him lined up and looked at .

And then, when one of them pointed his sword at .

They all raised their swords at the sa ti and rushed at .

"Aha, so this is how it is."

It was a sword that felt much scarier than other swords that just pressed with force.

Because it forced the opponent to think until their head exploded during battle.

But, that was also useless under Siri's warm sun.

The clones, which were wrapped in a faint dark purple, bravely ca out into the light, and then evaporated without a trace under the holy light of the sun god.

"..."

The guy looked at blankly, as if he were surprised.

I grinned.

"Bjoern, it's your fault."

Why did you mix your body with the evil demonic energy?

To think you would make light of the authority of a god.

And the light of the sun god, Hope, who was known to be the most influential in the continent.

That kind of dirty demonic energy would be cleanly erased.

I grinned and looked at the guy's purple eyes.

He looked a little flustered.

Fairness is for the dogs.

I didn't co all the way here for a one-on-one duel.

Hook!

Bjoern, who had quickly recovered from his confusion, shot a dark purple sword energy at the small sun that Siri had raised.

And then.

"Yap."

Siri moved the small sun slightly to the side and dodged the sword energy.

"...!"

Bjoern, who hadn't expected this, was visibly flustered.

This ti, he poured out a barrage of sword energy.

"Hmph, hmph."

But Siri dodged all of them by moving the sun here and there.

And half of them, whether they were mixed with illusions, evaporated in the holy light before they could even get close.

"..."

Whether he was angry, this ti he poured out a huge amount of sword energy, enough to fill the sky, and erased the small sun.

"Ah."

The startled Siri snapped her fingers.

"Light, co out, hmph!"

Hwaaak!

And then, as if by a lie, a small sun appeared again.

"..."

Bjoern looked up at the sparkling sun with a vacant expression.

While he had been swinging his sword like crazy, all Siri had done was snap her fingers and say "hmph, hmph."

Bjoern, who had been staring at the sun in the abyss sky for a while, looked down and glared at Siri, who was giggling.

He had realized that it was useless to glare at the sun, and that he had no choice but to attack the caster.

"Ah."

Siri, who had received the intense gaze, hid behind .

"Big Brother, that person glared at ."

"Really? Big Brother will scold him."

I looked at Bjoern, who was now glaring at .

"Now you have no choice but to co out into the light, right?"

I beckoned with my finger.

"Co on, you social misfit. I'll fix your lazy ntal state."

The guy charged at a terrifying speed, with his sword on his shoulder.

* * *

CLANG! CLANG-CLANG!

Every ti the swords clashed, an invisible shockwave erupted, and black dust rose.

No, was it the crystallized demonic energy?

I didn't know what it was.

Anyway, I was swinging my sword very hard.

CLANG!!

I received his sword with an aura that mixed the moonlight of the full moon and the Snow Branch.

Because moonlight and ice went very well together.

Screech—

But he was so strong that I was pushed back a little.

"Oho, Bjoern. You're very strong."

Even though I had received a lot of blessings from Siri, I was slightly pushed back in terms of strength.

He answered my nonsense by swinging his sword.

Swoosh!

"Ike."

Bjoern fought like a beast with a sword.

To the point where he reminded of Hartz.

I could feel a strong wildness.

Like a beast swinging its claws, he was swinging his sword wildly and naturally, as if it had been a part of his body from the beginning.

'This is according to plan.'

The shy guy had no choice but to co out into the light.

Because he had to eliminate the intruder, and to do that, the sun of Hope that Siri had raised was getting in the way.

And to eliminate the sun of Hope, he had to deal with Siri first.

And even though he ca out into the light and his armor of darkness was all stripped away, and he couldn't use the power of illusion and hallucination of the corrupt purple sword, his sense of pressure was considerable.

'Is this a Quadra Horn, an Eight Sword Master?'

Compared to him, Hartz was no different from a wildcat.

I exchanged blows with the guy, being careful not to let his attack suddenly turn to Siri.

It was a battle of pure aura and swordsmanship.

I rembered the ti when I had first clashed swords with the Knight of Frost.

Instead of using a secret technique, I was busy deflecting his sword, just like then.

Because my priority right now was to protect Siri behind , rather than to defeat this guy sohow.

Clang! Clang! Clang-clang...!

I focused all my attention on Siri's position and the guy's sword.

And as I fell into a state of selflessness and swung my sword...

An arrow of rain suddenly fell from the sky.

A single stream of arrow rain made of mithril, with its tip sharpened.

It was falling at a terrifying speed, aid precisely at the top of Bjoern's head.

By the ti he noticed it, it was already too late.

"...!"

But Bjoern dodged it by kicking off the ground with superhuman senses.

Thwack!

And as if it had been waiting, another arrow shot out from the darkness and pierced Bjoern's shoulder.

His expression, which had been stripped of darkness by the holy light of Hope, was dazed, as if he couldn't believe it.

All of a sudden, the crybaby was the best archer I knew.

"Now!"

"Hyaaap! O midday sun! O stars that embroider the night sky!"

Siri, who had been waiting for this mont, poured out the divine magic she had prepared.

They were mostly things that would remove the darkness within him and weaken him.

And in the anti, I created a blue and white sphere of light with my two hands.

But, this was not enough.

I secretly poured the moonlight of the full moon into it.

The blue and white wolves, who had received the support of the moonlight, ran on the snowy field with even more excitent.

KIIIIIIIIING!!

'To beat up an Eight Sword Master, you have to do at least this much.'

Right?

"Hahahaha! Here I co! The moonlight angel that will descend on your heart!"

I let out an unbearably joyful laugh and then slamd the wildly rotating sphere of light into Bjoern's chest.

"Delivery complete!!"

KWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG!!

* * *

A huge explosion and a roar shook the entire demon realm.

Rumble...

To the point where even from the outside, the vibration and the scream of the demon realm mixed with it could be heard.

"..."

The Demon King, Aktir, stood with his arms crossed and silently watched the dark pit of the demon realm, which was trembling.

"Ooh, O Judge of the Red Eyes. O Apostle of the Night. To think that I would witness the mont the master of the demon realm changes with my own eyes..."

Next to him, the apostle of the midday, the master of the Pure White Sword, the most brightly shining radiance of Hope.

The prophecy-loving Hero of Light, Lasol Grace, was holding her hands together with a look of awe.

"A mythical battle must be taking place down there. Ah, it will be the regret of my life that I cannot see it with my own eyes."

"Can't you just shut up and watch?"

Even at Aktir's annoyed words, the prophecy-loving one ignored him and muttered, holding her hands together.

"Finally, the mont has co when he will overco the final trial and be reborn as a true judge...!"

* * *

anwhile, at the very bottom of the abyss where the abyss lurked.

The battle was not over yet.

Because the exorcism was still left.

Ashuban brought over Bjoern, who had lost his sword and had been thrown into a corner, and placed him under the light.

And then, he sealed his two arms and held him from behind.

"Alright, Siri! Co on!"

Then, the striped saint, Sirila, ca over, spitting on her hands.

"This might sting a little."

Siri's small fists were engulfed in a bright holy light.

Ashuban shouted.

"Demon, be gone! I'll pound the holy spirit directly into your body!"

Siri ca over, rotating her shoulders, and then, with a rotation of her waist, she threw a punch.

"Iyaaap! Holy Spirit Punch!"

Every ti Siri's cute fist struck the body of the unconscious Bjoern, a bright holy light would burst out, and his body would flinch greatly.

"Harder! More rhythmically! Entrust your body to the rhythm!"

"Iyaaaaaaap!"

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!

The sound of brutal blows echoed.

"No..."

'Is that an exorcism...?'

Viola stared blankly at the scene of the holy exorcism, at a loss for words.

Because, it looked as if two back-alley thugs had caught a passing, good-natured citizen and were beating him up.

"Hahahaha! The darkness within you has been replaced by the Holy Spirit Punch!"

"Hmph! Hmph! Open your mouth! The Holy Spirit is coming in!"

Thwack!

"..."

The brutal sound of flesh being hit, and a strange battle cry echoed at the bottom of the abyss where a small sun had risen.

(End of Chapter)