NOTICE: Many of the novels have been removed because they might cause violations, which we were not aware of earlier.
(365)
Khaldun, Shirahili and Mohad all thought the same thing.
'What should I do?'
'Now. What should I do?'
'Okay. Now. What should I do?'
Everything went contrary to expectations.
The blinking sacred streetlights were not a sign of poor maintenance, but a signal of danger to the people in the apartment complex.
The great triumphal arch was not an imperial bluff, but an obstacle to keep the completely mutant-level eroders from running in all directions.
Instead of being held back by the street people's ankles, the knights of the Gwangmyeong Church ran towards them and stabbed their legs with spears.
And now that the saint has appeared, there are only two things left to do.
Die gloriously or die miserably.
“Eww!”
Straight, straight, straight!
Mohad was separated from Khaldun's body with the sound of cloth being torn apart.
Charrrrrr!
His back briefly revealed red flesh, but it soon recovered and was wrapped in tough black skin.
The two legs that were attached together and hung down grew even longer instead of falling, and Mohad mutated into a giant with the lower body of a snake.
He looked at Kaldun and shouted.
“Run away!”
Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling!
The flesh beneath the black leather squirmed and bulged wildly.
“Long live the Sultan!”
His mouth opened wide, and a fierce wave of spirit burst out.
Woof woof woof-!
But the powerful red pollution did not spread in all directions.
Without even going to the hemispherical station, the sacred streetlights on all sides began to shine brightly, releasing the sacred power they had accumulated.
Flash! Flash! Flash!
The mass production of holy relics, which took off even when the black saint Matteos joined hands with the scoundrel Valencianus, showed its true value.
Cheeeeek!
Thanks to that, Mohad's full-powered shout died down without creating even a single proper eroder.
“Oh my goodness. That’s amazing.”
“As expected, you are a saint. You knew this would happen and showed your wisdom.”
“It seems that even the God of Light does not consider this blasphemy. Yes. He is the Son and Incarnation of Light. How could he insult the Light?”
“Even the Archduke Valencian was almost converted to this usefulness.”
The warrior priests who were urgently reciting prayers were amazed by the power of the Yangsan holy relics.
Mateos looked at Mohad with a look of both anger and pity.
Beneath the curly hair, a considerable amount of sadness bloomed and subsided in the black eyes.
* * *
“Even if you were born a pagan, if you had been properly educated from a young age, you could have entered the path of light. So I will be angry not at you, but at the sins you have committed. The verdict is-.”
“Keeeeeek!”
“It’s a cremation!”
Mateos shouted as if he were the leader of all the inquisitors and paladins.
Mohad opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue in protest.
Choaaaak!
The lump of flesh stretched over 40 meters and gave off a foul odor.
bang!
A whip made of flesh struck the saint.
Pieces of stone flew up, dust rose, and the severed tip of the tongue rolled across the floor.
Mateos swung his divine blade and struck back.
He muttered, wiping the mucus off his palm.
“It’s sticky. Argos and Valencianus would hate it. In fact, I came here secretly.”
therefore.
“Atone for your pain.”
A black disc emitting white light flew up from the palm of the saint's hand, then stuck to Mohad's body and burned.
Cheeeeek-!
The disc grew larger, its light grew brighter, and it burned Mohad.
“Kaaaaa……!”
Mohad chose to face the pain head on.
It jumped up with both arms on the ground, flailing its long tail around mercilessly, and rushed towards the saint.
Boom! Boom!
Every time his thick palm hit the road, it cracked and went into pieces.
Mohad quickly closed the 40m distance.
It looked like it would crush the saint at any moment.
“Lord.”
But Mateos did nothing, just spread his arms and prayed.
“Please bring down the hammer from the heavenly world.”
——————
faqwiki.xyz
Join our Discord for new chapter updates!
https://discord.com/invite/xr7SxG5T6V
——————
The moment Mohad's hand rose above Mateos' head.
Flash!
A pillar of light with a diameter of 20 meters fell from the sky.
“-!”
Mohad was crushed to the floor without even being able to scream.
His huge body burned away as if it were vaporizing, and only a part of his tail remained on the ground, writhing and hanging limply, before soon disappearing into ash.
'If things continue like this, we'll both die.'
Khaldun and Shirahili split themselves in two in shock and quickly crawled towards the wall.
Wow!
“Ugh! Lord!”
The sacred barrier that had been blocking the energy coming from their bodies shattered like a glass window, and several priests groaned.
'It looks great!'
The outer wall was 30 meters high, but Shirahili was able to climb over it with ease.
There seemed to be a purple light flashing on the walls, but what could be done with that light… …!
Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!
Arrows as long as spears flew like rain and pierced Shirahili's body.
Pubbuck!
Shirahili rolled on the floor without even being able to scream properly.
'A ballista? What kind of ridiculous rate of fire is this…?'
A thick arrow dug deep into his body, and the knights swarmed toward him.
“Wow!”
“Kill him! He will decide the beginning, the middle, and the end!”
“Divine judgment upon the fallen souls!”
He swung his arm, trying to grab one of the paladins, but a flying ballista pierced his palm and pinned him to the ground.
Phew-!
It was a mechanical ballista designed by the most dangerous lord in the West, Lord Marcus of the Iron House, and supplied to the Black Iron Knights.
“How does it taste, you monster!”
Barbatos, the commander of the Black Iron Knights, looked down on Shirahili from the castle walls, accompanied by police inspectors from the Faculty of Magic.
Because the Ballista was a product of such well-made magical engineering, even if the police gave it just a little bit of destruction magic, it was easy to pierce the bodies of the eroders.
“This weapon was created by His Highness the Archduke of Valencian and His Highness the Marquis Marcus.”
He smiled happily and looked towards the palace.
A burning shadow was running down the street as if it was flying.
* * *
'He will come like a thief, so be on the lookout.'
It was a sarcastic remark by the citizens of the capital city to criticize Valencian's atrocities by quoting scriptures.
This proverb, which is said to have originated from the procession of destroying the market-place and destroying the warehouse street to make way for the barons' camps, was actually a saying intentionally spread by Valencianus through Connell.
Matheos knew this fact, so he just stared blankly at Valencian, engulfed in flames, flying about two meters above the ground.
'You really come like a thief.'
It was difficult to recognize him because he was so wrapped up in his uniform and gloves, but his alluring face, white neck, strong wrists, and bulging ankles were all visible translucently.
'Ghost? No… … Spirit?'
Valencian landed leisurely next to Matteos.
As soon as I heard the sound of “tsk tsk tsk,” the flames surrounding him died down, and his face became opaque again.
Mateos asked, blinking his black eyes several times.
“Archduke Valencian. Do you have anything to say to me?”
It was a voice that seemed to be suppressing anger, calling me by my middle name and last name.
At this, Valencianus smiled and said.
“Yes, Your Majesty. There is nothing. Don’t you know that I am a believer as pure as this white hair?”
Matheos burst into rage.
“You call that talking? Do you know how much of a sin it is to tell me lies and deceive me? And what have you picked up and eaten?”
Valencianus did not specifically say that 'the spirit armor taken from the south seeped into his body and created synergy by adding to the spirit energy he originally possessed.'
“How anxious must the believers of Soletaras be when the royal family, who should be setting an example for hundreds of millions of subjects, ignores the doctrine like this?”
"haha."
Instead, he smiled slyly as if he couldn't hear the saint's words, and pointed at Khaldun, who was running towards the walls.
“Let’s start with that, Saint. Thank you for your kind words, but let’s hear the rest after this fight is over.”
"grandee!"
“So please pray for me so that I can return safely.”
“Are you kidding me!”
At the shout of the Black Saint, the Grand Duke of Mangnani stepped forward, turned around, and stuck his face in.
It was very impressive that our eye levels had become similar.
“Your Majesty, aren’t you the one who won’t even listen to what I say?”
“Who told whom-.”
The golden eyes shone hotly.
“How many times have I told you not to come out to the front lines? If the saint gets hurt or dies, I will be… extremely… distressed.”
"yes?"
Mateos frowned and avoided eye contact, but Valencianus continued to make eye contact and spat out.
“The church and the saints are essential to manage public opinion. So, please stay away from these dangerous places and stay close to the believers!”
He blew on a few flasks with a gesture of his hand, then pulled on the sleeve of Mateos' robe and placed him next to them.
“This is it. Don’t come any closer.”
And with infinitely light steps, I walked towards the glowing Kaldun in front of me.
Matheos looked at Valencian's back, feeling bewildered as if he had been attacked by a thief.
Charrrr!
On either side of him, thick chains of earth and stone rose up in a heap.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
It shot out, burning brightly.
Valencianus shouted at Khaldun.
“The Burning Thorn Wheel of Pain!”
It was a fire-earth magic taught by Niar, a promising junior of the Ivory Tower Lightning School.
As he climbed the wall, burning chains wrapped around Khaldun's wrists.
Charrrr!
The chains stabbed Khaldun with thorns, burned him with fire, and clashed and spun among themselves, grinding Khaldun's wrists with the vibrations.
“Kwaaah!”
The light warrior screamed and shook, and Valencian pulled at the air with both hands.
Charrrr!
The chains shortened as if coiling, and Khaldun fell from the wall, dragging himself in front of Valencianus.
Boom! Boom!
The paladins and purifiers standing in between hastily dodged, Khaldun swung his tail in resistance, and Valencianus summoned his third, fourth, and fifth chains to wrap around Khaldun.
Charrrr! Charrrr! Charrrr!
The blazing chains burned and burned Kaldun's black, tough skin.
“Kwaaah!”
The 18-meter-long eroder twisted its body with all its might, but the chain, which was as thick as an adult's waist, showed no signs of breaking.
Valencianus approached Khaldun's head.
His head, larger than his height, was also tied to the floor with a chain around his neck.
He looked around at the broken buildings and the dead people who had not been able to avoid the three light warriors.
“…….”
I also calculated the price of the magic tools, the javelins, and the ballista arrows used to catch the three eroders.
Soon he burst into a bitter laugh.
“No matter how much I think about it, you guys are of no help to this world.”
“Karuruk!”
Kaldun glared at Valencianus with blazing red eyes.
Then, the Grand Duke of Mangnani paid a suitable price to Cheon-geot, who dared to look at him straight in the eye.
“No matter how well you handle it, it’s just a matter of breaking even. All you can do is avoid losses.”
He pulled out the black dagger, covered it with an orange blade mixed with flame and mana blade, and stuck it into Kaldun's red eye.
Cheeeeek!
“-!”
Kaldun writhed madly, while Valencian continued speaking calmly.
“A famous philosopher once said that evil is a being that cannot create anything. You are exactly like that. You are nothing in and of yourself, and you only show your existence by destroying something in this world. You are truly parasites.”
He glared at Khaldun's eyes one after the other, then looked around the collapsed buildings once more.
“It’s only been a few months since it was completed… It’s a shame. But that’s okay. We can rebuild it. It’s a shame that people died, but there were fewer deaths than last time, and there will be fewer deaths next time. At least we’re people who can create something.”
He lit up with a flame of genuine contempt for Khaldun.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
It was the spirit fire that burned the soul.
“My Emperor has rejected you, so you will be burned to the core. Yes, we will defeat you.”