“Everyone says they can dispose of the Pope without dirtying your hands.”
‘I know.’
But I’m not so fragile that I can’t watch a human transforming in front of me. Already having shot dozens of zombies in the forehead, I’ve discarded the concept of being squeamish.
As I hesitated, half of the Pope’s body had already transformed. His expression twisted in indescribable pain from the agony of transformation.
“Ugh, please, save… Groan, save me…”
“The process of a person with sacred power turning into a zombie is truly horrifying. Ugh. Due to the sacred power resisting the curse, he’s experiencing the pain of transformation throughout his entire body. This real-time sensation feels like it’s gnawing at his soul.”
The Pope was already dying in the midst of hell. Michael, while quietly watching the Pope, made a request to me.
“Duke, please allow me to take his life before Pope undergoes complete transformation.”
“…Michael, sir?”
“Dealing with heresy in the name of the temple has been a familiar duty for me. It’s better for someone who once worked as a loyal bodyguard for the Pope to take his life.”
“Grr… Michael, sir… Save…”
The Pope, of course, seemed unwilling to live. However, unable to articulate properly, he collapsed to the ground, trembling as if having seizures.
As more than half of the transformation had progressed, foam came out of his mouth, and with a creepy, crunching sound, his joints began to twist gradually.
Turning away from the priests who watched all of this with a pale face, I looked at them.
“Priests.”
“Yes, yes.”
“How do you feel about it? Would it be better for Michael to send him to the gods before the Pope turns into a dreadful zombie, or is it better to leave him in agony, surrounded by other zombies, to return like the rest?”
“W-We…”
“The Pope’s return is already an inevitable event. I have a responsibility to report this matter in detail outside.”
“W-What are you trying to say?”
“If it becomes known that the Pope, representing the temple, has become a zombie and met his end, how uneasy do you think the believers will be? Also… other priests outside might secretly try to eliminate both of you to conceal this unbelievable news.”
“…!”
Even Michael was abandoned this time.
In times of chaos, human greed does not disappear.
Just because the Pope disappears doesn’t mean there won’t be another rotten figure like the Pope.
Having understood the intention of my words, Michael looked at the priests with a cold gaze.
“To grasp the hearts of the departing believers, your deaths are inevitable.”
“Mi-Michael, sir.”
“Choose. Whether to live according to the will of Duke Kitten or to die. Isn’t dying at the hands of a fellow human more pitiful than dying from zombies?”
“Grrr…”
“About 75% transformed, isn’t he?”
Zero casually commented, watching the trembling Pope.
The hesitant priests eventually nodded to us.
“…Do as Michael wishes.”
“We will say that we saw nothing and fainted during the battle.”
“…So, please spare us.”
The Pope’s two reddened pupils seemed to resentfully gaze at the priests.
“Grrr… Grrraa…”
But from his mouth, only the cries of a zombie, not human language, flowed.
As the priests agreed, Michael drew his sword instead of a crossbow.
The sound of a blade coming out of its sheath resonated heavily in my ears. Despite the chaos of zombies rushing towards us, only that sound echoed distinctly.
It was clear that the Pope had run out of luck.
Aiming the blade at the Pope’s forehead, Michael smirked.
“Pope.”
“Grr…”
“I didn’t expect to seek revenge on Your Holiness in this way. Should I call it karma? The Pope, who wanted to live, meets a miserable end, while I, who was abandoned, survives perfectly.”
“Grr…!”
Even the remaining whites of the eyes were about to be dyed red.
Thud.
Michael’s sword, filled with divine power, pierced through the Pope’s forehead.
Almost turning into a zombie, the Pope couldn’t even scream and breathed his last on the spot.
“…Rest in peace. I hope we never meet, even in hell.”
As the sword was pulled out, blood soaked in a crimson hue emerged. Whether it had turned into a corpse or not, the Light of the Path did not burn the Pope’s remains.
I ordered the stunned priests.
“What are you doing, priests? Quickly, carry the Pope’s body.”
“Yes, yes.”
“As a death has occurred, we will suspend zombie extermination here.”
Turning my head to survey the remaining zombies, the red pattern had disappeared.
It was an unsettling end.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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