Chapter 410: The Night and the Light (6)

The Saint of the God of Chaos.

It was the first time Cale had seen his appearance clearly.

“Ahhh— It’s the Saint—!”
“The light of Chaos—!”

The believers surrounding Cale showed their unwavering faith without hesitation.

– This is different from what I imagined.

The Heavenly Demon’s voice reached his ears.

– More than a Saint, he looks like a butcher.

He was right.

Cale’s gaze moved towards the Saint.

The first thing that caught his eye were the Saint’s gray eyes—
the same color as the waves of gray energy that the God of Chaos had once unleashed.

Those gray eyes, reminiscent of that divine power, felt strangely hollow.

The next thing that drew Cale’s attention was his physique.

He has a pretty well-trained body.

It was the complete opposite of Jack, the Saint of the God of the Sun.

Even with the wide priest’s robe, one could guess his robust build.

A well-trained body—
not excessively muscular, more akin to a knight than a warrior.

No, actually, he is a butcher.

A slender yet firm figure.

Long arms, long legs.
A straight, upright posture.
A considerable height.

And—

The look.

Those empty gray eyes radiated an unsettling mix of coldness and ferocity.

Cale immediately understood why the Heavenly Demon had called him a butcher.

The Saint exuded an aura steeped in blood—not because he smelled of it,
but because he carried that unmistakable presence of someone who had walked a dark, violent path.

– It won’t be easy.

Super Rock’s voice resonated first.

– He reeks of something unpleasant.

The Sky Eating Water’s tone dripped with clear distaste, yet she added,

– Cale, don’t draw attention to yourself until we move according to the plan.

She warned him.

– The Dominating Aura and I… even if you use your strength, don’t bring us out today.

The Sky Eating Water and the Dominating Aura.

– The moment we reveal ourselves, that Saint will notice. He’ll sense the power of the God of Chaos within us—and he’ll know who we are, and where we are, instantly.

Both powers shared one thing in common.

– Because we carry Chaos within us.

Cale stayed silent, a quiet signal that he understood and would obey the warning.

It won’t be easy.

That Saint… he won’t be easy to handle.

A Saint who emanated the aura of a butcher—
and didn’t even bother to hide it.

He didn’t hesitate to show his murderous aura.

No, it’s not just that—

It wasn’t the deliberate hostility of someone trying to harm others.

It was simply something innate.

Yes—
for that Saint, that murderous aura wasn’t an act.
It was part of who he was.
Something he had been born with.

Cale glanced around.

“Ahhh—”

“The Saint—!”

The Primordial Night.

The center of the valley.

The believers cheered with even more fervor as he slowly descended towards it.

The Saint wasn’t doing anything, he wasn’t using divine power, but the people were submitting and praising him for the aura he emanated.

“…”

Meanwhile, Cale continued to observe his surroundings.

Believers filled every corner of the valley.

Cale was standing in the north of the valley. Right on the path where the Saint was descending towards the valley.

The figure of the Saint walking towards the sacrifices was etched itself into Cale’s mind.

This.

To the west—
Eruhaben and Gashan.

To the east—
Rosalyn and the Heavenly Demon.

East and west.

The moment Cale gave the signal, Eruhaben and Rosalyn would activate the large flight magic circle simultaneously.

To the south—
Cale’s gaze turned toward Alberu Crossman.

Hmm.

Their eyes met.

Alberu was already looking at him.

Even though they were quite far apart, Cale was sure their gazes had crossed.

Huh?

But something seemed strange.

He tilted his head.

Alberu tilted his head to the side and then looked at the sky.

Even though the sky was still gray.

Alberu stared at him, as if something seemed strange to him, his head still tilted.

Hmm,

Cale was curious, but decided to ignore it.

Because—

Dong!

The moment the drum sounded briefly.

“…”

“…”

Silence fell.

The Saint had entered the center of the valley, where the sacrifices were.

Steps, steps.

Only he was moving.

The believers held their breath as they watched him.

And the sacrifices—

“…!”

“!!”

They wanted to say something, but they had muzzles on their mouths and were kneeling, with their hands and feet tied.

“…….”

Cale watched him silently.

Not yet.

The moment to give the signal would come in an instant—

When the gray fog would lift.

When the Saint reached the center of the Primordial Night and began the ritual,

The gray fog will clear, revealing a clear sky.

The waning moon will be revealed.

Then, Eruhaben and Rosalyn would activate the large flight magic circle according to Cale’s signal.

They had already finished all the calculations, and Rosalyn had taken out all the magic stones to carve additional circles and save time.

Of course, they will discover us immediately.

After all, the spell would lift more than five hundred people into the air at once.

Even an Ancient Dragon and a great mage couldn’t accomplish that in just a few seconds.

We will also need a shield.

They had planned to deploy a barrier to protect the sacrifices while lifting them into the air.

It will take time.

That is, both casting the spell and executing it would take time.

And it will be our responsibility to handle that.

The Heavenly Demon, Gashan, Alberu… and Cale.

The four of them would have to take care of it.

Before the ritual began, the Heavenly Demon, who had quietly observed the surroundings, made a casual remark.

‘More than one-third of the believers here have abilities comparable to the common soldiers of the Blood Cult.’

The common soldiers of the Blood Cult—
that is, a force equivalent to second-class martial artists in the martial world, similar in strength to the low-ranking knights of a royal palace.

‘Swordsmen, mages, spearmen… the believers are quite diverse.’

Moreover, the types of power they wielded varied widely.

‘Cale. It won’t be easy.’

In terms of sheer power, few could match Cale’s group.
But the majority of the believers and priests possessed some degree of combat ability.

– It won’t be easy.

Super Rock swallowed before speaking.

Yes. It wouldn’t be easy for just four of them to face this many enemies.

– Cale.

Eruhaben’s voice reached his ears.

– The Saint won’t be easy to handle.

And then there were those who had come with the Saint.

Although only the Saint had entered the center of the valley, the core members of the cult who had appeared with him seemed strong.

A bishop?

A bishop and several high-ranking priests.

Also, some who seemed like holy knights.

Six people in total.

– At least as strong as Gashan.

As Eruhaben said, they seemed to be at least as strong as Gashan, the leader of the tiger tribe.

Dong!

The drum sounded again.

Neither the Ancient Dragon nor Super Rock spoke to Cale after that.

They couldn’t.

Splash~

The Saint took another step forward.

Toward the small puddle at the center—
the lake.

Splash~

He walked on the surface of the water without emitting any energy.

Even though he exuded a murderous aura.

Even though his appearance or his facial expression didn’t match that of a Saint.

Splash~

His steps were steady.

And the way he walked upon the water as if it were solid ground—
it carried an inexplicable sense of holiness.

Splash~

The moment he reached the center—
that is, the altar.

– Gasp… gasp…

Suddenly, both Super Rock and the Fire of Destruction gasped.

– It’s… mine……!

That altar—
it already belonged to the Fire of Destruction.

– Sniff, sniff.

This time, the Sound of the Wind was the one sniffing.

– A sacred object! The sacred object beneath the water is starting to stir! That… that’s mine—no, it’s ours…!

No.

It belonged to the Blue Wolf.

But Cale didn’t want to dampen the Sound of the Wind’s excitement, so he stayed silent.

Hinpa Gong.

He remembered the guide, Hinpa Gong. He knew the moment of the ritual was near.

“…….”

The Saint looked around.

His gaze finally stopped on the circular ground surrounding the Primordial Night.

The battlefield where the sacrifices would kill each other.

“…….”

The sacrifices, upon encountering those indifferent eyes, averted their gaze for some unsettling reason.

Dong—!

The drum echoed through the valley.

The Saint raised his hand.

Cale knew what was about to happen.
He had seen it before—
in Hinpa Gong’s memories.

Fwoooosh—

The Saint waved his hand through the air.

Whooooshhh—

A strong wind swept across the center of the valley.

Psshhh—

“!”

“……!”

Those who had been captured as sacrifices opened their eyes wide.

The gray muzzles, the handcuffs, the ropes—
everything that restrained them
vanished.

No, it didn’t just vanish.
It turned into smoke and drifted upward into the sky.

“!”

“……!”

The sacrifices immediately tried to speak—

Dong!

The drum resounded once more.

“!!”

“……!”

And they couldn’t do anything.

Hmm.

Cale looked at his arm.

He had goosebumps.

– It’s the energy of the God of Chaos.

Super Rock’s low voice reached his ears.

Whoooshhh—

The wind blew again.

The Saint’s robe fluttered softly.
The wind that spread out from him—
carried a faint, gray energy.

Fear.

The Chaos Fear.

Its intensity was faint—
but unmistakable.

“!”

“……!!”

It was enough to plunge the sacrifices into fear—
enough to rob them of their voices.

“Ahhh—”

“Ah—”

And at the same time, it sent the believers into a state of ecstasy.

The power to make thousands feel the same energy—
to let them experience his strength in perfect control.

He’s strong.

The Saint. That guy is really strong.

Perhaps even stronger than the wanderers, Cho and Ryeon.

Whoooshhh—

The Saint, surrounded by the swirling wind, slowly knelt down.

He turned his gaze toward the altar and brought his hands together.

“God of Chaos—”

All around him, the believers fell to their knees.
They, too, clasped their hands in prayer.

Cale followed suit.

Only the sacrifices trembled, frozen in fear at the sight.

The Saint continued to speak.

“Tonight, we will return to the beginning of everything.”

The moment he spoke those words—

Rrrmmmmbll—

The earth began to tremble.

To be precise, the cliffs encircling the valley shook ever so slightly.

Furtive glance.

Cale lifted his gaze.

It’s opening… no—disappearing.

The gray fog was fading away.

Darkness could be seen beyond the fog.

Finally, the sky began to clear.

Grrrkkk—

The primordial roots that connected the cliffs were retracting.

“…”

Cale closed his eyes.

And at that very moment—

– Cale. Still not?

Eruhaben’s voice reached his ears.

– You’re taking too long.

Meanwhile, the Saint’s voice continued to echo through the valley.

The wind carried his voice far—
clear and crisp.

“The return of Chaos—”

– Cale, soon the sacrifices will be brainwashed—

Cale opened his eyes.

I hear you.

In the distance—
the signal he had been waiting for was coming.

Smile~

A smile formed on Cale’s lips.

Whoooshhh—

The wind swirled at his feet.

And he got up.

The believers turned toward him, puzzled.
His hood was pulled low, concealing his face—
but Cale was already on the move.

And then, someone else noticed something strange.

“!”

The Saint stopped talking.

He jumped up.

The first direction his gaze turned—
was south.

Boom----!

A roar echoed through the valley.

And that roar didn’t stop—
it grew louder, closer.

Fast.

“!”

Beneath the night sky of the waning moon, where the gray fog had cleared—
something was rising.

Shooting upward, as if to pierce the heavens.

It was ice.

The ice surged like a massive awl, stabbing toward the sky.

Boom----!

In an instant, it shattered—
scattering across the surroundings in a wave of frozen light.

And then—

Fire!

Flames burst forth as well,
rising skyward in the same piercing motion.

But it was strange.

It wasn’t normal fire.

It was like liquid—
like molten lava.

A red fire that surged outward, sweeping across the surroundings like a wave.

And that wave was drawing closer.
Closer and closer.

Two figures appeared, riding atop the tide of fire.

“There’s the Saint! You damned Chaos bastards—how dare you betray us!”

“…….”

The wanderers, Cho and Ryeon.

It was them.

In an instant—
within just a few seconds—
they closed the distance.

“!”

The Saint couldn’t react to them.

Whoooshhh—

The wind surged from behind him.

But it wasn’t his wind.

It wasn’t the wind of Chaos.

This wind was different—
it was rushing toward him with tremendous speed.

The moment fire and ice threw the battlefield into confusion—

In that fleeting instant—

Whoooshhh—

A gust of wind reached the Saint.

It was the leap of someone who had been waiting, fully prepared.

And elsewhere, those who, like Cale, had sensed the anomaly were already in motion.

Vwooom—
Whoooom—

From the west and east, red mana and silver mana surged upward—
forming two towering pillars of light.

Their combined power streaked toward the center—
toward the sacrifices.

Caw! Caw!

Next to Eruhaben, Gashan was already in his frenzied form, summoning crows from every direction.

Under the night sky—
a night illuminated only by the faint light of the waning moon—
the crows rose in a swirling mass toward the dark night sky.

Vwooom—

Rosalyn’s red mana flared as she cast spells in rapid succession.

Beside her, the Heavenly Demon stood with his arms crossed.
Around him, a faint reddish energy began to rise—
an aura of absolute faith.

Though faint compared to the divine energy radiating from the Saint,
its nature was unmistakably different.

The Heavenly Demon—
the god of the Demon Cult—
stood beside Rosalyn like a silent guardian.

“…….”

Meanwhile, Alberu lifted his gaze toward the sky,
one hand gripping the hilt of his sword.

Wuuunng—

The blade that held the power of the sun vibrated softly,
as if urging him to draw it at any moment.

But Alberu’s eyes turned north instead.

Whoooshhh—

The Saint, for the first time, could no longer focus on the disturbance among the believers.

A great disturbance of mana and magic.

Wind.

The wind that was making its way through the wind of Chaos.

Fresh—yet somehow unsettling.

The Saint turned his head.

Boom----!

Boom-----!

Meanwhile, the explosions caused by the fire and ice that were trying to destroy this place echoed.

But the Saint’s senses told him.

I’ll die.

This wind behind me—if I don’t dodge it, I’ll die.

The Saint’s hand moved.

Bang!

With a sharp blast, he leapt backward.

Splash~

The Saint, forced from the altar, landed atop the water’s surface.

In front of him, a man was smiling.

His hood had fallen, revealing his face.

“Hello.”

It was Cale.

He greeted the Saint—and spoke with a cheerful tone.

“What a shame. I wanted to make it a surprise.”

The Saint’s eyes trembled.

“!”

He couldn’t speak.

There was no time to think about the sacrifices.
No time to worry about those coming to destroy this sacred place.

He didn’t have a single moment to spare.

All of his attention was fixed on the man whose hood had fallen—
the man wearing a black mask.

The Saint extended his hand.

But—

“There’s no time to waste.”

Cale already had everything prepared.

The ritual?
The sacrifices?

Cale thought.

For the Saint, the ritual could be performed again.

It would take time—
but it wasn’t something to be abandoned over a single failure.

Yet, what could drive the leaders of this cult—
even the Saint himself—
to madness?

What could make them completely lose their composure?

Five scrolls unfolded.

“Hehe.”

Cale smiled—
and snapped one of them in half.

Of course, an ordinary scroll couldn’t be broken by strength alone.

Rrrippp—

[Go to the hidden place in the archives and obtain the 'Record of the Power of Chaos'.]

[Go to the Primordial Night and destroy the acquired record.]

It’s a game!

“!”

The Saint couldn’t even speak.
He was frozen in shock.

As they watched, Cale cheerfully broke the treasured Record of the Power of Chaos—
the artifact the cult had guarded so dearly.

And then, firmly, he shouted.

To the cult leaders and the Saint who were approaching him.

“Don’t get any closer!”

He threatened them.

“If you take one more step—
I’ll destroy everything!”

With four scrolls in hand, Cale smiled cheerfully.

Only the corner of his lips, the part not covered by his mask, could be seen—
but that small smile was enough for everyone to see his confidence.

“And this too!”

Bam!

Cale kicked off the wind and leapt upward. He climbed onto the altar, leaning on it shamelessly and hitting it with his foot, as he shouted.

“If you touch it, I’ll destroy it!”

Cale couldn’t help himself.

“Hehehe!”

He laughed—
unable to stop himself.

– You’re like a villain.

He ignored the Gluttonous Priestess’s remark and thought,

This is quite fun.

He finally understood why villains enjoyed doing things like this.

Cale felt the stress fading away.

Beneath the night sky of the waning moon—

In the center of the Primordial Night, the sacred place of the God of Chaos cult.

Cale, with a mask, was laughing cheerfully.

“…This is insane.”

Alberu, who had been calmly observing the tense and urgent scene,
shut his eyes for a moment.

But the corner of his lips was also moving upward.

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P/R Thoughts: 

Under the waning moon, Cale turns villain — confronting the Saint of Chaos, shattering sacred records, and laughing atop the altar as the Night of Pleasure descends into madness.

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Thank you for reading!

[Author – Yu Ryeo Han]

[Translator – Anowa]

[Proofreader – Mayank]