The Heroine Stole My Regression-Chapter 61

Barkas rose into the air.

Black thunderclouds, crackling with lightning, gathered around him.

Thundercloud.

His eyes snapped open.

—Rumble...

The space trembled.

I instinctively shouted.

“Yu Kal!!!”

Yu Kal responded immediately. Stretching both arms wide, they summoned a magic circle. Larger. Bigger. Even bigger.

It expanded further and further, until it formed a barrier that enveloped the entire battlefield.

—KRRRRRRAAACK!!

A blinding flash lit up the world.

Lightning filled the sky and slammed into the barrier.

“Ghhh...”

Yu Kal groaned in pain.

Their hands trembled, and the shield violently shook.

The Paladin began muttering holy scripture in haste, lips moving rapidly. A woman who seemed to be the leader stepped forward, raising her shield.

Sacred energy imbued the barrier, gradually thickening it.

The mages from Team 2 of Maengho also assisted in reinforcing the shield.

—BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM...!

Barkas’s lightning pounded against the barrier mercilessly.

Each impact rattled even the air around us.

I grit my teeth.

At this rate, it’ll tear apart.

My head swam. I had to go before the shield broke.

I kicked off the ground with all my strength.

But—

Someone was already soaring through the air.

It was the old man.

He shot upward, and the power gathered in his fist tore through the lightning.

“Where is Sion—!!”

His roar exploded.

So loud that even the thunder was momentarily drowned out.

His furious charge toward Barkas was enough to halt the lightning strike.

—BOOM!!

With a massive crash,

The old man and Barkas collided.

The old man’s punch was caught in Barkas’s grasp.

But he didn’t falter. Without hesitation, he threw his other fist forward.

—THUD!

Barkas’s head tilted slightly backward.

But—

He was smiling.

“When I was told to deal with you myself, I questioned why.”

Barkas slowly straightened his head and twisted the old man’s left arm.

—CRACK!

A sickening sound came from the joint twisting unnaturally.

Yet the old man’s expression didn’t change. If anything, his gaze grew even sharper.

“But now I see.”

Lightning sparked in Barkas’s eyes.

“You truly... are worthy of being called humanity’s strongest!”

And then, the brawl began.

Fist met fist.

The old man found openings and struck Barkas.

Barkas didn’t back down—he moved with lightning, countering swiftly.

In terms of speed, they were nearly equal...

But Barkas’s lightning struck the old man’s body with piercing accuracy.

Meanwhile, the old man’s reinforced blows were blocked by Barkas’s force field, slicing through empty air.

“Is this all? Did I come here for just this?”

Barkas’s voice filled the space.

At first, the old man blocked and countered.

But as time passed, Barkas gradually accelerated.

The old man, in contrast, grew heavier in his movements.

He was getting tired.

I grit my teeth.

No.

The old man could endure, but he couldn’t win.

The divine authority granted by the Evil God was an absolute power, something akin to a taboo that couldn’t be damaged through normal means.

My head felt like it would burst. My hand gripping the spear trembled.

Cheon Yeoul, Yu Hana, Kang Arin, Sion.

They had been taken by the Apostle.

I couldn’t stop it. I reached out—but all I grabbed was air. As they were dragged away, ❖ Nоvеl𝚒ght ❖ (Exclusive on Nоvеl𝚒ght) all I could do was watch, stunned.

I thought I knew everything. I expected the Apostle’s arrival, believed I had prepared this time.

But in the end... calling them here had only driven them into peril. My choices had devoured them.

Can I save them?

Can I overturn this situation?

Despair flooded me.

My body felt heavy.

But then—

[『Still Water Reflects the Soul』 awakens your mind!]

All the noise in my head vanished.

The turbulence within me settled. My vision cleared, like the surface of a calm lake.

As the fog dissipated,

Only one thing surfaced clearly on the water’s reflection—what I needed to do right now.

The only one here who could truly harm Barkas—

Excluding the Paladins—

The only one with a fragment of that power—

Was me.

My fingertips slowly began to heat up.

The sensation of blood boiling.

I inhaled deeply.

And then—

I launched forward from where I stood.

—CRACK!

The ground beneath my feet shattered. I drew upon all my strength, hurling myself through the air as if slicing through space.

The scenery ahead twisted in an instant. But I wasn’t the only one moving.

“Old man!!!!”

With that shout, a red explosion erupted from the left.

Park Gwangcheol soared alongside me. His body blazed like a fireball, cutting through the sky.

His face was etched with fury, his entire being condensed into explosive momentum.

I looked down.

The battlefield was stirring awake.

Vanquisher, Maengho, Paladin, Cheongpungdae—everyone was regaining their focus. The frozen heroes began to move.

They had lost their precious ones too, but they refused to remain still.

Park Gwangcheol and I charged at that monster.

And at that moment, every ounce of will on the battlefield converged toward a single enemy.

Barkas.

He slowly curled his lips into a smile.

Taking two steps back, he raised his hand.

“Come.”

—CRACKLE!!!

Black lightning surged in the sky. The storm of electricity spread, sharp enough to sear flesh.

There was no fear or hesitation.

Into that lightning—

We threw ourselves.

The battle had already long begun.

***

Cheon Yeoul opened her eyes.

Red chains wrapped around her wrists. She calmly flicked her wrist once.

—Clink.

With a metallic clatter, the red chains fell limply to the floor.

The web-like restraints, as if they had never mattered at all.

Cheon Yeoul slowly looked around.

A ruined temple.

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Massive pillars were cracked and splintered. A structure so unstable it could collapse at any moment.

The sky was stained a deep violet.

As if time itself had stopped. Everything was vividly, eerily still.

A sensation like the entire world had frozen... and then—

At that moment.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

A voice so cloying it was almost unbearable.

Laced with a nasal tone, slick and leisurely.

Cheon Yeoul turned her gaze.

There, someone was floating effortlessly in midair.

It was Mary.

Her legs crossed in a seductive pose, one arm dangling, the other hand resting beneath her chin, lips curled into a fishy smile.

Mary twirled her fingers.

From her fingertips, a thread-like red energy began to spread.

It flowed along the temple walls and pillars, encasing the space like it was soaking into the very air.

“This space was personally granted by the Great One.”

Her voice trembled with ecstasy.

Cheon Yeoul watched it all in silence.

“A space unbound by time or dimension. Transcendent in every way. Really... it’s kind of a waste just to use it as a trap for you, don’t you think?”

She scoffed, voice dripping with mockery.

In this space, imbued with the power of the Evil God, the Apostle was immortal.

Even if defeated, she would never die. Mary was overcome with reverence for the Great One’s gift.

Now, it was time to carry out the mission bestowed upon her.

With a wave of her hand, red chains once again writhed up around Cheon Yeoul.

From the ground, from the air—emerging endlessly from every direction.

The temple was bathed in red.

“Goodbye.”

Mary flicked her finger with a whisper.

The red chains sprang up all at once, aiming to devour Cheon Yeoul.

But—

Cheon Yeoul’s expression didn’t change.

She simply dropped her head indifferently.

And then—

“Ahaha... ahahahaha!”

Cheon Yeoul began to laugh like a madwoman.

Mary’s face twisted.

“Divine power, pure and absolute?”

Cheon Yeoul murmured. Her gaze turned cold.

“Your god... certainly has a sharp intuition. I was wondering if they'd catch on... and they did, in the end.”

“But...”

She slowly took a step forward.

“They only figured out half the story.”

“What?”

It was only then that Mary sensed something was wrong.

The red chains—

The divine bindings she herself controlled, meant to relentlessly restrain the woman before her—couldn’t even touch Cheon Yeoul.

Wherever Cheon Yeoul stepped, the chains recoiled, retreating as if afraid.

“You probably thought it was the best move you could make in an incomprehensible situation.”

“But.”

Cheon Yeoul raised her hand.

In that instant, the air within the temple twisted.

“That... was a bad move.”

And then—

A small rift opened before Cheon Yeoul.

—Chirp chirp.

From that rift—

White feathers scattered.

And from within, a small bird flew out.

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Cheon Yeoul smiled gently and whispered softly.

“Yes, it’s been a while, Baekryeong. I missed you too.”

The bird pecked lightly at the back of her hand. As if reaffirming an old bond.

She, too, pressed a light kiss to the bird perched on her hand.

The chirping bird then transformed into light and melted into her body.

Only then did Mary realize—

Why the Great One had commanded her to eliminate this human at all costs.

From within Cheon Yeoul, an inexplicable, dangerous energy began to radiate.

Mary instinctively recoiled.

Cheon Yeoul’s expression hardened.

—Thud!

As she stepped forward, the red chains enveloping the temple began to burn away.

As if they had accepted the power of a fragment.

At that moment—

A colossal temple rose behind Cheon Yeoul. The very laws of space shifted.

The master of this space was no longer Mary—nor even the so-called Great One.

“The Holy Sanctuary has opened.”

Cheon Yeoul declared calmly.

This sanctuary was nothing like the one she had revealed during the battle against Moras.

This was a space—divine and transcendent—existing beyond time and dimension.

And that was the fatal miscalculation.

The space granted by the so-called god, in its timelessness—

Had summoned back the Cheon Yeoul from before regression.

The one who once bore the title Saint of the Battlefield.

“Your god was wrong.”

Cheon Yeoul stretched out her hands.

And in her palms, divine circles began to form.

In her left hand was Holy Law.

A sacred imprint imbued with light.

Pure power containing the authority of the Saint.

In her right hand was Magic.

A cold, precise flow of mana.

A delicate harmony that only a skilled mage could manifest.

Light and darkness. Order and chaos.

The harmony of divinity and sorcery.

It was a unique domain—one that only Cheon Yeoul would eventually pioneer.

Cheon Yeoul quietly spoke.

“For the record.”

She lifted her head.

A cold gleam flashed in her eyes.

“I’ve never lost to you.”

In that moment—

The space erupted in light.

—KRAAAAAAAK—!!

The clash between the Apostle and the Saint had begun.