Chapter 500

On the battlefield fighting against the collective of the evil spirits, a desperate situation was unfolding. Although they were a priesthood that could handle both the power of the demons and the gods, they needed the power of the gods now. Olivia jumped towards the possessed paladin who had started attacking the priests and paladins indiscriminately while possessed, twisting his neck. The evil spirits that had taken over the paladin's body were oxidized with black smoke and a golden flame that burned their souls. Even under the protection of divine power, the evil spirits were infiltrating the priesthood, and Olivia watched as they were overwhelmed with anger, hatred, despair, and sadness. The atmosphere had changed, and Olivia felt a sense of danger as the possessed ones looked towards her. One of the fragmented spirits rushed towards Olivia, but she smiled and said, "Come on. Burn in the flames of my hatred, despair, and injustice." The mass of evil spirits rushing towards Olivia was shattered by the divine power storm released from Tiamat. However, it seemed that the frontal charge was meant to distract Olivia's attention, as a group of three evil spirits rushed towards her with a terrifying roar. They had suddenly emerged from the possessed bodies of the paladins and priests, leaving them with no time to react. However, Olivia steadied herself and swung her sword towards the first evil spirit rushing towards her. With a gruesome sensation that made it hard to believe she was cutting through an intangible form, the mass of evil spirits was torn apart. But there was a second one. "Kueeeek!" "......!" It hit the barrier of divine power that covered Olivia, but couldn't penetrate the holy power boiling within her body. And there was a third one. "Kwoong!" "Oh no!" Wrapped in the second mass of evil spirits, Olivia felt a suffocating pressure that made it hard to breathe. It was like sinking into a living pile of mud. Olivia's hands and even the power she was injecting into Tiamat became too heavy to control. Despite being engulfed in flames that burned impure beings, the mass of evil spirits was still creeping towards Olivia. "Krrrrrk!" When Olivia stopped moving, the masses of darkness from the possessed paladins and priests began to surge towards her as if their only goal was to kill her or possess her. Dozens of masses of evil spirits rushed towards Olivia, trying to swallow her up with their hateful screams, even though the golden divine power pouring out of her body was preventing them from eroding her completely. "Rescue the High Priest!" Not only that, but the priests also began to pour out their divine power to save Olivia from the concentrated attack. It was a crossroads between being overwhelmed or holding out. But Olivia, who was holding on with all her might, felt a chilling fear in the indiscernible mass of evil spirits. It's not that she couldn't defeat them. In the holy power emanating from Olivia and the flames burning within Tiamat, Olivia could clearly see the evil spirits burning away. But this was not just one demon. It was an aggregation of countless evil spirits that had gathered here, appearing to merge but ultimately being separate entities. Countless evil spirits rush towards Olivia, trying to swallow her up with their hateful screams. Despair and hatred penetrate Olivia's divine power, shaking her to the core. Despite the priests' efforts to save her, Olivia feels a chilling fear in the indiscernible mass of evil spirits. The evil spirits are an aggregation of countless entities that have gathered here, appearing to merge but ultimately being separate. Olivia is engulfed by the third spirit, making it hard for her to breathe and control her powers. The evil spirits are too many, and they are determined to avenge their deaths and destroy the followers of the demon king. Olivia feels a crack in her divine power, and the evil spirits quickly take advantage of it, engulfing her body and mind. The evil spirits are not just demons but countless souls mixed together, and even a pure soul would be shattered by such an experience. "If countless souls with only the will to destroy with malice, resentment, and hatred were to invade one's mind, the mind would not just crumble but be torn apart. Swallowed up by their hatred and resentment, the souls would become vengeful ghosts, driven by a common desire. However, Olivia Lanche does not easily crumble. Born with a divine spirit, she has had tremendous resistance to all interference and harmful actions against her mind since childhood. The gods do not choose humans who easily break. She clings to the last piece of her mind like a castaway on a raft in the stormy sea of souls. She fights against the relentless determination of the hatred that seeks to trample and crush her will. If her mind and soul were to crumble, she would disappear. In the midst of the terrifying mass of souls that seem to drag her into the abyss, she struggles with all her might to resist being pulled down by the souls that grab her hair and limbs and drag her down. She feels a strange and eerie pain and fear, as if someone is sticking thousands of needles into her brain. Olivia's rare spirit is in a state of sinking like a boat in a storm. Hatred and resentment seek to swallow Olivia, but her resistance to these emotions causes her to lose her composure and allow her mind to be vulnerable. So now, Olivia struggles to hold onto her mind in the midst of the terrifying fear that her ego will disappear. She desperately recalls the name of God to prevent her mind from sinking and to maintain her pure and strong spirit. To overcome confusion, she needs peace. To navigate the stormy sea, Olivia Lanche remembers the name of God. However, even though she desperately searches for the name of God, God does not lend her strength in the world of her mind. The names of the stars are too far away in the stormy sea. In despair, Olivia finally grasps her mind that has begun to sink. "Oh, great gods. Five demons with different names but the same existence. You cannot abandon me like this. Did you choose me to make me crumble like this? I don't know what your will is, but surely you didn't make me go through all this just to be trampled and disappear by these souls and spirits. Even if I cry out the name of God in my heart, peace does not come, and the souls fill Olivia's mind like a flood." Olivia Lanche is struggling to maintain her mind against the invading souls filled with malice, resentment, and hatred. She desperately recalls the name of God to prevent her mind from sinking, but even though she searches for the name of God, God does not lend her strength. In despair, Olivia cries out to the great gods, asking them not to abandon her. Despite crying out the name of God in her heart, peace does not come, and the souls fill Olivia's mind like a flood. Olivia fights to overcome confusion and navigate the stormy sea, remembering the name of God. Experienced priests and holy knights could not withstand the power that Olivia Lanche was able to maintain and even annihilate in one fell swoop. There is no existence in the world that handles divine power stronger than Olivia. It was possible because she was Olivia Lanche. The supporting priest for Olivia speaks absentmindedly, "Is it over... are you scared?" Everyone hoped that this terrible incident was over. However, Olivia's expression was bad, as if she had a premonition of something. She performed a miracle that was appropriate to be called a divine miracle, but Olivia was looking somewhere with unfocused eyes. A bottomless abyss. She felt something that no one else could feel. Something trembled in the depths of that abyss. -Kururung! The abyss exploded like an explosion, and the abyss rose again. -Gruuuuu! The shape of hatred that had risen a while ago, the collective of souls, was very large. However, what appeared this time was dozens of times larger than what had just appeared. Just as the collective of souls that Olivia had faced until now was divided into dozens of pieces. The first soul that appeared was also just a part of the main body. Olivia looked up at the shape of that overwhelming fear with a desperate expression. She performed a miracle. However, the hatred that existed in the world was even larger than her. She looked at the priests who couldn't even scream in front of that overwhelming fear and spoke absentmindedly, "Run away..." Olivia couldn't finish her sentence. How can she run away? From something like that, how can she possibly run away? -Kuuuuuu! The wave of howling souls covered Olivia again. This time, Olivia couldn't resist.