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The highest-ranking warrior priests gathered around the saint and prayed.
“The curtain that is drawn is lifted before the light, and the unclean soul is set ablaze like a torch before the light… … ”
The knights, chosen from among the numerous believers of the Gwangmyeong Church, protected them from the incoming invaders.
“Don’t send a single one!”
“Fight bravely!”
“We will confidently knock on the door of heaven!”
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
“Whoa!”
The fully mutated eroder ran towards him with a roar, swinging a fist as large as a chariot at the Paladin Angelos.
puck!
Angelos bounced back like a kicked ball, every bone in his body shattering despite his thick body armor.
However, the recovery power of the high-ranking paladin who had already finished the battle prayer and received the blessing of light could not be described as superhuman.
Kkwadduk!
Before he could stop rolling on the floor, his bones were glued together, his flesh was healed, and his blood was flowing again.
“Lord! Strike harder! And give me the strength not to fall!”
Taat!
The paladin regained his balance and ran, engulfed in a halo of light.
bang!
As a woodcutter chops a tree with an axe, Angelos' sword struck the encroacher's ankle.
thud!
A gigantic eroderma as large as a four-story building collapsed on the ground.
Valencian watched the scene, protected by Sererazie, Tentia, and Rudi.
Just then, Mateos recited the last verse.
“Let me be treated as I deserve!”
Hwaaaaak-!
Pale white light spread in all directions like a flame.
The wave of sacred flame spread throughout the walls of Soletaraon, sweeping into the darkest alleys of the Imperial Streets.
Even the eroders who were hiding in the trash cans could not escape the flames.
“Keeeeeek!”
A total of over 20,000 eroders were writhing in pain as their flesh was torn apart.
Seen in the darkness, they burned like living white torches.
Even the 1km long foreign body groaned in burning pain and rubbed its body against the building next door.
At first glance, it seemed as if all the invaders had been burned in one blow.
But Mateos knew that this prayer would not inflict a fatal wound.
He thought, his breath rising to his throat, in return for having purified an entire city, one of the largest in the world.
'Aside from the fact that it made me stand out, it actually only served to piss me off. What on earth was Archduke Valen thinking…?'
The saint's worries became reality.
“Ahh!”
“These, these!”
In fact, the vigilantes, elite soldiers, and knights who had been fighting throughout the city began to be pushed back by the encroachers who had gone mad from the pain and started to run wild.
And Mateos' patience reached its limit the moment he saw the believers who had come out to protect the cathedral in the distance fall to the rampaging encroachers.
“Archduke Valen! Now tell me! What on earth were you thinking when you asked me to pray this prayer? Isn’t it actually of no use, except to make you more visible?”
Valencian turned to Matteos with his helmet visor down.
“There was a reason it had to stand out.”
“What does that mean?”
Mateos felt an instinctive sense of unease.
As a saint, his intuition was pretty spot on.
“The Blue Knights were patrolling the high lords’ camps, keeping an eye on their movements, and patrolling the central region to silence the eroding cults who were trying to make suspicious moves while the high nobles were gathered in the capital. They must have finished changing their weapons by now.”
Kaaaak!
From the west came a roar that sounded very similar to that of the eroder, but a little different.
Mateos looked at the fifty shadows flying over the Wyvernpit.
“The Knights Templar are a great force, but isn’t this a situation that can’t be resolved by sending out one more Knights Templar?”
“I think it’s a matter of perspective. It’s a matter of what you’re holding onto, and how much collateral sacrifice you’re willing to make.”
“… … They appeared in the middle of the city, and the evacuation of residents is not over yet.”
“If you were hit by this level of mental waves at close range, you would be as good as dead already.”
Mateos said in a voice full of indignation.
“I can cure you!”
It was a voice full of unbreakable, unwavering conviction.
Valencian answered without averting his eyes.
“That’s the biggest problem. It’s not that I can’t do it, but that I just don’t want to do it. But I’m still so weak, I don’t know of any other way to defeat the 20,000 eroders.”
"grandee."
“And the moment they adapt to their changed bodies and start sending out mental waves, 20,000 will become 40,000, and 40,000 will become 100,000. Then this city will fall, the imperial prestige will fall to the ground, and the great lords will start to survive on their own. They will attack each other like madmen.”
“… … .”
“Naturally, the ones who will be hurt the most are the powerless subjects, and this world is full of all kinds of evil spirits that will answer their calls.”
“That’s a reason not to save them… … .”
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Mateos couldn't forget the words.
Valencian was looking at the open heavenly mirror.
There was an indescribable sense of loss in his eyes.
He too had received reports that the Emperor had flown into the demon realm.
Valencian spoke in a voice that resonated with both shame and pride.
“I will make her a true emperor and enjoy glory under her. For that, this city must stand firm. There are still many survivors. It is sad to kill fewer people to save others, but this title of Grand Duke is for that.”
Mateos heard a voice that was unusually sincere.
Valencian had not only taken off his frivolous mask, he seemed to have no energy to wear it.
“Valencian!”
“My responsibility is that I cannot afford to ignore the situation and the solution, I cannot afford to rely on you to perform a miracle, and I cannot afford to apologize to you. So-”.
Under the night sky bathed in turquoise light, the roars of the invaders and the flapping of wyvern wings echo in the distance.
The young Archduke, who had always been a scoundrel in front of Saint Matthew, became the brother who had lost his other half twice before his eyes and spoke.
“I’m sorry, Mateos. This is my way.”
The next moment, dozens of high-level magic tools rained down on the ground.
* * *
The javelin-shaped magical implements used by the Cheon-Eun Knights were disposable and were far too expensive to be used just once.
To create a single javelin inscribed with the 'Flame Wave' spell, you would need a blacksmith, a woodworker, high-quality metals that could hold mana, delicate silver circuitry, a large quantity of reagents to inscribe the spell onto the object, and a workforce of the highest-level craftsmen – wizards.
Moreover, as the power of the spell increases, the more resources and effort are needed to turn it into a tool or product, due to the nature of magic, each and every one of the great magic tools was as good as a gold nugget.
Too many resources, too much mana, too much intelligence were invested in creating something that would only cause one destruction and then disappear.
Even in the Soletaras Empire, the wealthiest nation in the world, only the imperial family was allowed to mass-produce weapons.
However, the emperors of the past did not give up on Yangsan, and the 47th emperor, Jayrillis, was no exception.
Instead, he personally entered the workshop and reinforced the circuit diagram together with the magicians.
The expensive tools of destruction thus created only showed their true value when held in the hands of the Silver Knights riding Wyverns.
Knights wear extremely expensive armor, receive large salaries, and do not engage in any productive activities from a young age, focusing only on training.
The Wyvern Pit was a gigantic structure with a diameter of several hundred meters, and the annual maintenance cost alone was thousands of gold coins. Even when there was a famine and people starved to death, the Wyverns there ate the meat.
Many people felt disgusted and ironic at the fact that gold coins, created through the blood and sweat of living people, were nothing more than tools of destruction.
Even among the bureaucrats working at Wyvernpit, there were those who thought that way, so there was some truth to that viewpoint.
But the true value of insurance can only be felt when disaster strikes.
“His Majesty Valencian orders! Throw down!”
“Give those freaking bastards the treatment they deserve!”
At the command of the Blue Knight Commander, 50 Blue Knights dived towards the ground.
The eroders, glowing white in the darkness, were very, very visible.
bang!
Where the light was most densely gathered, a spear containing the strongest killing magic fell.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A 'flame wave' over 30 meters high spread out to a diameter of 500 meters, burning all living things within it.
Heat soaring into the thousands of degrees celsius burned wood, melted stone, and boiled steel.
“Keeeeeek!”
Even in that place where steel and stone melted and boiled, there were monsters that survived.
It was a type of eroder that was immune to heat itself.
The entity itself was burning like a volcano.
Of course, the Silver Knights also had other magical tools.
bang!
Phage crackle!
A spear with a diffusion-penetration technique engraved on it was fired into Sereraji.
“Kiriririk!”
“Keeeeeek!”
The unburned eroders shriveled up and died.
“Keep throwing from the sky! The remnants will be dealt with by the knights of the earth!”
“Keep your altitude!”
“Burn it all!”
The Cheong Eun Knight Commander did not allow his knights to descend below a certain altitude.
It was partly my intention to avoid mixing with the eroders trying to fly up from the ground, but also because I knew that there might be living people in that inferno, and that I might make eye contact with them.
* * *
Each shot of the great magic tool burned a 500m radius.
The population density of the empire's center was too high to even mention, and no matter how many people were killed or eroded, there were bound to be just as many wounded and survivors.
Of course, they were also potential hazards as long as they were near the foreign object, and there was a high probability that they would become enemies tomorrow or in a few hours.
'majesty.'
But treating those who had been loyal subjects only an hour ago as a threat was not an easy task, even for knights with a slaughtering karma.
'In the first place, superiors should not show themselves cutting off subordinates for the sake of a greater cause. This is because other subordinates will be afraid that they will also be cut off.'
The Cheong Eun Knight recalled the orders from Valencian delivered by the five messengers.
'Use high-level magic tools where the eroders are gathered. We must reduce their numbers as quickly as possible. I will take responsibility for any collateral damage.'
'Why would someone who knows all that?'
The Cheong Eun Knight thought for a moment, then thought of the most important word in the order.
'I.'
This was not an order from Emperor Jerilis, but from Archduke Valencianus.
'It is said that the knights' families are all in the palace. In other words, the logic is that our knights had no choice but to follow the Archduke's extraordinary orders for the sake of their families.'
As the highest ranking official in the Empire, the Knight Commander knew that Valencian was no mere rascal, and he also knew where his power came from.
'If His Majesty Jaylilith is a god, then he is a priest. Even if the whole world points fingers at him, as long as he is not abandoned by His Majesty, his power will not change.'
So I'm happy to be pointed at.
I don't pay any attention to all the resentment and anger the world sends me.
'That's impossible.'
Even as he was walking around extinguishing the white light as if extinguishing the flame of life, the commander of the Cheong Eun Knight thought.
'That's not something a human being should do.'
'Such a person is rare even among the martyrs of the Gwangmyeong Church.'
'That frivolous person could not live with such a mindset.'
The white light that had been gathering had almost died down, and the Silver Knight Commander turned his rider towards the last foreign object.
"throwing down
Dozens of powerful magical tools streaked across the sky, causing a huge explosion.
“Koooooo!”
However, the 960m high foreign object still stood firm.
No matter how much the hellish flames, the cold chill, the lightning that lights up the sky, the thorns that burst through the ground, and the bitter winds that swept through tore at his body.
"shit!"
“I’ll recover again!”
The eight-legged whale-like object sent nutrients up through tentacle-like blood vessels to restore my body.
Even if they managed to get through the leather, they couldn't get through the 30m layer of fat.
Instead, it let out a groan of anger as if it was annoyed and vomited out bizarre foreign substances from its huge mouth.
“Kaaaah!”
“Kaaaak!”
The foreign object, which resembled a seagull that had rotted for about ten years, had wings.
Cheong Eun Knight had a feeling that this fight would be very long and tiring.