Who are the Evil-God believers? They are the existence who follow the fallen God, who refused to restrict magic.
What do these followers want? Two things: Increase their comrades since that elevates the strength of their liege, and, second, run havoc.
They want total dominance so they regard Wardens as their nemesis. Consider them as criminals and police. The difference was, in this world, the criminal doesn't hide and attack the police to eradicate them or make them a criminal.
Now, Adrian was attacked by an Evil-God believer—who generally calls themselves Acolyte—because they wanted to take revenge on the guard he hired.
"Agh!" Eve groaned in pain as she clutched her charred left arm.
Adrian was sitting on a tree and watching the scene with an eager look. Seeing magic in battle for the first time was a great experience.
"You shouldn't have killed my brother..." The cultist spoke, his voice quivering in anger.
He was covered in a black cloak which was draped over his head as well. Maybe because of the extra length of the cloak, his face was barely visible too.
And at the center of his chest was the crest of the Evil God—A snake coiled around a globe, which was apparently this world.
The crest signifies how the Acolytes have taken over the world...or something along the lines.
Eve gritted her teeth, her dagger blazing with molten lava as she lunged at the Acolyte once more.
But just before her blade could carve into the cultist's face, a barrier flared to life before him, halting her strike. At the same moment, his right hand—crackling with lightning—shot forward, slamming into her stomach.
"KHUAK!"
A sharp cry escaped her lips as pain surged through her body, and she was sent hurtling backward.
CRACK!
She crashed into a tree, the impact splintering the bark into thin shards. The force left her breathless as she finally skidded to a stop, pain throbbing through her frame.
Gritting his teeth, the cultist raised his hands, summoning a massive ball of lightning above his head. The air crackled, the sphere growing brighter—then—
A strong grip yanked Eve away.
The lightning ball crashed down, scorching the ground where she had been just moments ago. Adrian's voice rang in her ears.
"Are you okay?!"
Eve groaned as she said, "Why did you come out of your hiding...I will handle this..."
Adrian gritted his teeth, "Can you look at yourself? You are already halfway into your grave, and you still believe you can defeat that thing-shit!" Just as Adrian found the lightning advancing, he pulled the girl away.
Eve, thankfully didn't resist, as Adrian pushed her behind a tree while holding her shoulders.
"Why is he that strong?" Adrian asked as he peeked at the being who was looking around and trying to find Eve.
It seems the lightning attack blinds him as well, which explains why he is moving around like a dog.
"He...is an Elite-rank...at the very least...I shouldn't have underestimated him."
Adrian's eyes widened as he recalled the knowledge he had of Acolyte.
Elite-rank comes at the third from the bottom...basically like B-rank. And someone on the seventy-seventh rank, Eve cannot face that being all alone.
"Why did you even kill his brother?" Adrian asked in exasperation.
Eve coldly looked at him before muttering, "A Warden never wavers from executing a cultist. They are nothing but a disease to our worl-"
"Okay, I got it. You are devoted to your duty but now what? You are going to get killed like this."
Eve pushed him away, and said, "I will kill h-agh!" Her voice broke as her charred hand crackled with the remaining lightning inside her arm.
Adrian heaved a sigh and his eyes rolled back, "Clearly, you can kill him." He suddenly took out the wooden spoon he was playing with earlier, before telling her, "Here, use this. Throw it at the d*ckhead while fusing it with your mana."
Eve blinked in surprise as she found herself holding the spoon. Her lips curled in annoyance.
"Yeah, sure—"
She was about to toss it aside when—
Danger.
Her instincts screamed. Without hesitation, she grabbed Adrian and leaped.
BOOOOOOM!
A blinding bolt of lightning crashed down where they had stood a moment before. The explosion sent waves of heat rolling through the air, the tree behind them bursting apart into flaming splinters. The ground darkened, scorched by the sheer force of the strike.
Eve barely had time to breathe. Her body moved on instinct—her fingers tightened around the spoon. Without a second thought, she flung it.
BOOOOM!
The air split apart. A deafening shockwave blasted outward as the spoon vanished, tearing through the atmosphere faster than the eye could follow.
The Acolyte's smug grin faltered. His pupils shrank.
But it was already too late.
A sickening crack echoed through the battlefield as the spoon struck. Blood sprayed into the air. His body jolted violently—then, as if hit by an unseen force, he was launched backward.
His skull split open. His body crashed into a tree with a dull, lifeless thud.
Silence followed.
Eve stared at her empty hand, her mind still catching up to what had just happened.
"…Did I just kill someone with a spoon?"
Adrian heaved a sigh as he got up on his feet and said, "You applied too much mana into it...but well, since it worked for us, let's not dwell on it."
He extended his hand toward Eve.
The redhead looked at her hand, then back at the lifeless corpse.
The spoon has disappeared and turned into dust. However, even without any evidence she knew what killed the Acolyte was the spoon on which he engraved the runes.
"Thanks..." She held his hand and got up on her feet.
Adrian gave a soft nod, as he said, "We should head towards the nearest town and get you healed."
Eve silently nodded and began following him.
Although her arm was burned and there were a few wounds all over, she could walk without much difficulty.
Adrian was thankful that the nearest town was only a few hundred meters away; otherwise, it would have been quite tiresome.
The carriage was destroyed and the carriage driver was killed. Rest in peace.
He was walking silently when suddenly, he heard the lady saying,
"Hey...you don't need to pay me anymore...and if you want, I can pay you a few thousand..." Inching closer to him, she said, "Just...please create an armament for me."
Looking at those puppy eyes and slightly parted lips that gave a very e*otic look to the woman, Adrian was rendered speechless.
Where did the tsundere warrior go?
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A/N:- Thanks for reading.