Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 109: Ch : A God’s Descend - Part 1

Kyle moved fast toward the ritual grounds.

The divine energy in the air was thick. It made his throat dry. Breathing was hard. He clenched his jaw and pushed forward.

'I'm not too late.'

He didn't feel the heavy pressure of a god yet. That meant Tirakos hadn't arrived. Not fully.

The rift in the center of the ritual glowed. The air around it cracked and bent. Masked figures stood around it. They were chanting. Their faces were hidden.

The high priest stood in the center. His staff was raised. He was deep in prayer.

Kyle didn't wait.

He ran to the divine array and stabbed his sword into the ground. Mana surged through his blade. The array sparked and flickered. The ritual stuttered.

Everyone turned to look.

"What happened to the High Inquisitor?"

Someone shouted.

Kyle pulled his sword free.

"He lost. And so will you. This rebellion of yours is over now. If you stop now, then you will still have a chance to please for your life."

He said coldly. He was giving all these people a last chance to not make the biggest mistake of their lives.

The high priest stepped back in fear. His grip on the staff loosened.

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But the other masked figures didn't stop.

"Keep going! We must finish the summoning!"

One of them yelled.

The priest hesitated. Then he closed his eyes and started chanting again. His panic was clear on his face.

'Looks like the high priest is the weak link here. But to get to him, I will have to get through these pests.'

The high priest looked easy to bully, but the others didn't share his panic.

Several masked figures stepped in front of the priest, blocking Kyle's path.

"Ignore him. We're too close. The god's revival is more important than anything else."

One said firmly to the priest.

The high priest hesitated, his staff quivering in his grip.

But then he steeled himself, shut his eyes, and resumed chanting. The rift crackled, light pulsing from its core.

'Tsk. These people have been brainwashed into following God's agenda. At this rate, they would end up causing too much trouble. Now, what should I do?'

Kyle cursed under his breath and charged forward.

The first cultist lunged at him, wielding a jagged blade glowing faintly with divine enchantments.

Kyle sidestepped the attack and countered with a swift strike to the ribs, sending the man crashing to the ground with a choked grunt.

Another came at him from behind. Kyle pivoted smoothly, parried the blow, and slammed the hilt of his sword into the attacker's temple. The man crumpled.

Two more came at once, one wielding twin daggers, the other a glaive infused with holy light.

They were fast, but Kyle was faster.

He ducked under the sweeping glaive, closing the distance and striking upward with a slash that disarmed his opponent.

Before the dagger-wielder could capitalize, Kyle spun and landed a sharp kick to her knee, forcing her down, then struck her across the back of the head with the flat of his blade.

More came.

They weren't as powerful as High Inquisitor Charles had been, but their numbers threatened to wear him down.

They could all use mana a little bit and it cut into Kyle's stamina to take them out one by one.

One managed to slice through his coat, leaving a red line on his arm.

Kyle hissed but didn't slow down. His blade moved like lightning—each movement efficient and precise. The cut was minor so he did not need to immediately take care of it either.

He flowed from one enemy to the next, knocking them out cold or leaving them groaning on the floor.

The array continued to flicker, but with every second the chanting resumed, it grew more stable. The tear in reality pulsed again, growing wider.

If it completed, Tirakos would descend—and everything would be over.

Kyle growled and pushed harder.

One masked figure raised both hands to summon a divine barrier, but Kyle's blade shimmered with a burst of his own mana.

He leapt forward, slicing through the hastily constructed shield and driving the man backward with a powerful shoulder strike.

The last cultist guarding the priest lunged with a desperate cry.

Kyle ducked, grabbed the man's arm, and flipped him over his shoulder. The cultist hit the ground hard and didn't get back up.

Kyle turned toward the high priest, who now looked petrified. Sweat poured down the man's face. The chant faltered, his voice shaking as Kyle took a step closer.

"You're finished."

Kyle said.

The priest's eyes went wide as Kyle raised his sword.

The high priest collapsed to his knees, shaking violently. Tears streamed down his face as he begged.

"Please… have mercy! I didn't want this… I only followed orders!"

Kyle didn't blink. He wasn't in the mood for mercy.

He grabbed the priest by the collar and yanked him up.

"You should've thought of that before trying to summon a god."

He muttered.

But before he could drag the man away, a wave of energy exploded from behind the priest.

Mana and divine energy clashed in the air with a deafening roar. Kyle barely raised his arms in time to shield himself.

The force sent him skidding backward across the ground.

His back hit a broken pillar. He coughed, then looked down at his shaking hands. His palms stung, raw from the backlash.

"Great. I knew this would happen."

Kyle hissed.

He looked up—and froze.

The rift was still open. The divine energy now gathered into a single point, forming a shape, glowing brighter with each second. The air crackled around it. Kyle's heart sank.

The god was coming through.

Kyle cursed and reached into the bond he shared with Queen.

'Now. Get ready.'

Queen flew above, circling silently. Silvy, hidden behind a rooftop edge, nodded once, her fingers already charged with mana.

She was waiting for his signal.

Kyle grit his teeth. He stepped forward and raised his sword again.

Then, he channeled mana—not into an attack, but into a defensive formation.

He pushed his mana outward, wrapping it around the unstable divine presence. He tried to suppress it. To slow the formation.

But the energy pushed back.

Hard.

It was like trying to hold back a tidal wave with bare hands.

Kyle's arms trembled. His knees threatened to buckle. The power was too much, too divine, too foreign.

His body wasn't built for this.

A sharp pain tore through his chest. He tasted blood in his mouth.

Still, he didn't stop.

He growled and poured more mana into his resistance.

"Not yet. Not… now."

The divine energy finally stopped flickering. It settled.

A form stepped out from the rift. Humanoid. Tall. Glowing like the sun itself. Its eyes opened—blazing gold.

Kyle's eyes narrowed.

"Now."

From across the distance, a sharp whistle cut through the air.

Then—BOOM.

A brilliant beam of mana blasted through the sky. Silvy's shot tore straight into the divine being's chest.

The light dimmed for a second. The god staggered. Its glowing body flickered.

Kyle didn't relax.

"Not enough. Of course not."

He muttered.

He steadied himself.

The real fight had only just begun.