How the Cult Saves the World-Chapter 151

My mouth fell open at the sight of the five rifts that had appeared in the sky above the territory without me realising it.

"Of all the possibilities...!"

The five rifts were even scattered in different locations. One each had appeared east, west, south, and north. while another had emerged in the center.

Monsters began pouring out from the cracks in the rifts. I clenched my fist tightly.

'Damn it. Rizes's really made up his mind.'

The monsters emerging from the rifts were all of intermediate rank---there wasn't a single lower-ranked one in sight. If there was any silver lining, it was that the Children of the Demon God, classified as high-ranked, had yet to appear.

'No, wait. Is it really right to call this a silver lining?'

After that, the intermediate-ranked monsters fell straight in the direction where each rift had formed. Some of them had wings, while others resembled orcs but were as massive as a house.

Drip, drop---

With the appearance of the monsters, rain began to fall from the darkened sky. What started as just a few drops quickly turned into a downpour, hammering the ground below.

I quickly took out my mace from my inventory.

Fortunately, most of the intermediate-ranked monsters falling from the central rift were obliterated by the protective barriers of Rovel and Elwin, from the Administrator's Protection.

However, in the other half of Elwin, which was outside the barrier's range, the surviving monsters began to run rampant.

'I guess I can't just sit still.'

I had planned to observe the situation from the clock tower until the Children of the Demon God appeared, but with intermediate-ranked monsters pouring out of the rifts, I couldn't afford to stay idle.

I quickly left the clock tower.

***

At the same time...

Chester, who had been observing the situation from the eastern city tower, immediately spoke to the knight beside him.

"I will go deal with the intermediate-ranked monsters right away."

Without waiting for the knight's response, he leaped from the tower. At the same time, he drew the pure white sword hanging at his waist.

Thud, thud---

Three intermediate-ranked monsters appeared before Chester.

They had black skin and looked no different from orcs. However, their massive bodies were as large as the surrounding buildings, and any unnecessary provocation would surely cause those buildings to collapse.

Chester gripped his sword and focused on his breathing. Then, he recalled the fundamental sword techniques his teacher had taught him.

Though his training period had been short, the swordsmanship he learned from Helena Holden---the Sword Master known as the Ghost of the Battlefield---was more than enough to greatly enhance his skills.

Tap---

With a light push off the ground, Chester soared into the air. Before the orc could even register his presence, he severed its neck.

Swish--- Thud---

A flawless arc was drawn through the air as the orc's head dropped to the ground.

Several knights of the Holden family, witnessing the scene, stared at Chester with wide, astonished eyes.

Just 12 more to go!