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The Archbishop of Qing was preparing for the ceremony inside the stone building on the east side.
For a moment, a powerful thunderclap was felt in the sky.
"huh?"
Flash-!
A pure white lightning struck overhead.
-!
–!
I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything.
“Ugh!”
All the collaborators who were not the invaders were killed instantly, the priests and knights were reduced to ashes, and the large bishop was mortally wounded and rolled on the ground.
It was a force so powerful that it caused a seven-story stone building to boil up and vaporize.
If the order to gather the output had not been given, a pit would have formed several hundred meters away.
The Archbishop of Qing was struck by such magic and still survived.
'What just happened?'
He assessed the situation with cool reason and outstanding intelligence.
Kururung, kurung.
Debris rolled across the ground, dust rose in thick clouds, obscuring vision, and residual electricity pulsed in all directions.
Between the dark clouds, blue flames ran like tree branches, and a powerful mana energy could be felt far to the north in the imperial palace.
The Archbishop of Qing thought, distorting the darkness beneath his hood.
'I got hit.'
It wasn't just me who had the same thought.
The thoughts of the three remaining archbishops flowed in endlessly.
'What is this…?'
'Information leaked from somewhere. Hey! Is it possible that an ivory tower collaborator betrayed you?'
'Now is not the time to discuss that. You have to run away.'
'Baek. What kind of cowardly talk is that! We have to push through. What a chance we got!'
'The ritual has already failed! Is this a coincidence? Soon, the knights will swarm you like bees!'
Archbishop Baek declared with a curse.
He was sprawled on top of what was 'a building' of glory, with green flames burning on all sides.
The ornate chandeliers on the top floor were all melted, the remaining homunculus royals were reduced to ashes, and not even ashes remained from the carriage he had ridden in.
It was the same for the eroder knights and priests to die instantly, and even for the bishops to stagger around with serious injuries.
The only difference was that the coachman who had brought him there was still alive.
Luckily, I was right behind Archbishop Baek.
However, the situation was such that all the oxygen in the air had burned up.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh!”
The coachman rolled on the floor, his eyes wide open and out of breath.
With every breath he took, the air, heated to hundreds of degrees, sizzled his windpipe and lungs.
'You bastard! You bastard! Damn it! fu*k! I've been screwed!'
The groom couldn't believe what was happening.
'Did you think that controlling the people would solve everything? Did you think that you could go against the great flow of unification?'
'The moment you believe you have control over everything, you are lost.'
The thoughts he had just had a few dozen minutes ago flashed through his mind.
'No! No! You were fooled! We were winning, something was wrong… … .'
The moisture boiled from his whole body and the oil in his body melted, boiling and frying his body.
Pagrur!
While the groom was fried alive, the Archbishop of Baek stood up unsteadily.
Black smoke was also rising behind him.
'We must run away immediately. Enemy. I will not accept any objections. Create the eroders quickly.'
When Archbishop Baek maintained his unusually firm stance, even the fiery Archbishop of the enemy could no longer be stubborn.
Near the four gates, four archbishops simultaneously erupted in psychic waves.
“Eww!”
“Kaaa …
“Shiiiiiiing-!”
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
Red and black waves, blue and black waves, black and white waves spread widely, engulfing the buildings and streets.
But the eroders who should have been rising like wildfire from all sides were nowhere to be seen.
Doo doo doo.
In the end, hundreds of servants and vagrants who ignored the guards' words and stayed on the streets rose up as invaders, and only two or three police officers who had misjudged the distance and stood too close were partially transformed.
For the archbishops who had expected at least tens of thousands, or at most hundreds of thousands, of completely mutant level eroders, it was beyond bewildering, it was absurd.
'What is this… …?!'
'Something, something is wrong! This is not it!'
The Qing Archbishop let out an unusually loud groan, while the enemy Archbishop, unable to control his anger, stomped on the floor.
The white archbishop looked around in confusion, and the black archbishop let out a hollow laugh, recalling the white-haired archduke they had fought once in the past.
'I got a good hit, young Soletaras.'
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Barbatos, the commander of the Black Iron Knights, thought as he rode his huge two-horned horse, the Bicorn, towards the eastern gate.
'No matter how much I killed, I couldn't see the end.'
The Platinum Knights who guarded the palace did the same thing every day, the Brass Knights had been out of business for the past several hundred years since the end of the Conquest, and the Silver Knights were not noble knights who chased down enemies, but rather troubleshooters who simply destroyed enemies that had already been revealed.
The Black Iron, who led the two organizations of the Guard and the Chief of Police and managed the safety of a large city with a population of several hundred thousand, were the true knights of this era.
In the vast city where the slums were overflowing, many Encroachers arose, and the Encroacher Cult also dug in, targeting the imperial capital.
The Black Iron Knights had been fighting such men long before Barbatos joined, and from the time he first joined until now when he became their leader, Barbatos had slain over 100,000 thugs and encroachers in the capital.
But they were like some kind of infinitely proliferating slime, where if you killed a thousand people, two thousand more would just pop out.
'Disgusting bastards.'
They are worms that hide in the darkness and play with people.
Every time the knights who were like his own brothers and the police chiefs who were like his own children died at their hands, Barbatos shouted in his drunkenness.
'You disgusting bastards! Come out to me! Don't hide like cowards!'
No matter how much I searched, I couldn't find the end.
Even if he caught them by the tail, the moment they left the capital, it was out of his hands.
And then one day, the Archduke Valencian appeared in his life.
The scoundrel roamed the capital, committing all sorts of atrocities.
If he weren't the twin of the Holy Emperor, I would have caught him right away and given him a good beating.
That's what it was like.
That scoundrel summoned four archbishops into the capital today.
“Hey!”
It was the most valuable gift I've ever received.
I could see the eastern gate ahead of me, the buildings that had collapsed due to Sereraji's magic, and the perfectly mutated eroders rising up like towers here and there.
Barbatos shouted into the crystal ball in his bosom.
“Mobilize all forces! Close the gates!”
His orders were relayed to all the police chiefs and garrison officers in the old city area at any given time through the deputy commander.
“This is an order from Commander Barbatos!”
“Close the gates!”
“Now!”
The first to laugh was the guard whose eyes had been covered with white rings a few minutes ago.
“I hope that damned coachman dies in agony! If I hadn’t ordered him to pass, I would have split his skull open with a halberd!”
Charrrr!
Boom! Boom!
The iron bars came down and the double gates closed.
Barbatos shouted again as he saw the eastern gate close.
“Balista on standby!”
Chuck chuck chuck chuck!
Soldiers lying in ambush on the 30-meter high wall of the old city pushed a large crossbow called a ballista.
"aiming!"
“Start loading!”
“Ready to launch!”
The soldiers aimed their ballistae at the eroders rising up inside the walls, while the cadet-turned-thug-turned-police-magicians imbued their ballistae with properties of destruction, lightning, fire, petrification, and curses.
The servants, maids, and idlers who had been transformed by the archbishop's shouts stared blankly at what was happening above the gate, even though they had become eroders.
“Whoa?”
Barbatos reached almost the eastern gate.
Dagger, dagger, dagger.
As my excited horse breathed heavily, I saw a collapsed building ahead of me.
A tall figure wearing blue robes was also seen staggering and hiding between the buildings.
“!”
The Archbishop of the Erosion wore a hood as tall as a tower, as rumored, and the darkness within that hood was of indeterminate depth.
But for a very, very brief moment, Barbatos thought he had made eye contact with his opponent.
"firing!"
He roared like a lion.
It was a shout so loud that it could be heard from the western gate on the other side, several kilometers away.
The vice-captain and Valencian, who had been listening to the report through the crystal ball, were terrified and covered their ears.
"firing!"
“Shoot!”
“Let’s blow those freaking bastards away!”
Wedge! Wedge! Wedge!
Ballista fire poured down on the invaders from the walls.
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The Black Archbishop looked around with a sigh.
puck!
“Keeeeeek!”
There were less than 300 fully mutated eroders, and dozens of them were already rolling on the ground.
No matter how big the ballista was, it was only a thick awl compared to the fully-mutated eroder.
But if the awl penetrates a vital point completely, or if a blazing electric current flows through it, or if it is contaminated with venom, then it is a different story.
puck!
Another eroder fell to the ground.
Cheeeeek!
“Your Majesty. You must retreat.”
The giant bishop gave his advice, black steam emanating from his body.
The Black Archbishop nodded, but did not immediately fly into the sky.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the south, a red silhouette rose above the palace.
A human figure with six wings of flame spread out was flying north across the sky.
“It’s nice to see you again!”
The voice of Mana, who was trembling with fear, resounded through the sky.
“I will cut off your limbs and offer them to His Majesty the Emperor!”
Emperor Valencianus stood down in the middle of the street.
With his frivolous, slicked-back hair, confident demeanor, and inappropriate uniform, rumors of an unprecedented rascal who harassed both men and women emerged.
However, with the two magic swords, 'Black Tower' and 'Typhoon', and the vertically torn pupils shining, he gave off the aura of a skilled warrior.
The Black Archbishop pulled a black feather from his wrist, the size of a longsword.
It was a feather as sharp and strong as a sword made by a dwarf.
“……Valencianus.”
The voices of a thousand people, young and old, spread ominously.
The Grand Duke of Mangnani countered this by pulling out his black sword and surrounding it with a mana blade mixed with the flames of the dragon's tongue.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
The blade, black as obsidian, turned orange like red-hot iron.
“This time, you won’t be able to run away like that. You’ll have to leave your neck behind, not your arms.”
The black archbishop raised his head.
The darkness inside the hood squirmed and undulated ominously like a thousand snakes.
“Are you trying to go against the destiny of unification?”
Valencian didn't even blink an eye.
Instead, he snickered and laughed, mocking the Black Archbishop.
He has come too far to be so enchanted.
“My destiny told me to stop you. Contrary to your destiny, he gave me the order, poured me a drink, and even gave me a royal pension.”
“Are you talking about the Holy Emperor?”
“You chose your words well. If you had called me a white witch or a kinslayer, I would have burned you to death.”
Choaaaak-!
The Black Archbishop spread eight wings of black feathers from behind his robes.
“She’s still just a human. The fancy crown, the throne, the ridiculous titles like Sword Master and Grand Mage, they’re all the same.”
Valencian answered, flapped his wings and rose about 3 meters into the air.
“I tried to make him live as a human being. I guess it was quite successful since you say so too.”
“…….”
“And it is because you think they are not the same that you have become like this. It is quite difficult to properly follow the guidance of God that comes as if it were fate.”
“That’s an interesting perspective.”
Once again darkness rippled within the Archbishop's hood.
Valencian raised his chin arrogantly.
“The God of Light sent saints, gave scriptures, and even gave divine powers to the faithful. But we humans still don’t keep the Ten Commandments properly, do we? Your old ones are the same. It’s unacceptable for an impatient god to lead foolish humans.”
He smiled fiercely, revealing his white teeth, and then said, “Well, then,” and continued.
“Your destiny or your old monster will be added. He will be talking nonsense, and you will be making a fuss with those who insist that what you hear is right.”
“That’s insulting.”
“I'm a bangni Valencia nus. And you are insulted and deserved.”
The Black Archbishop aimed his black feather forward.
Saaaaah.
Valencian also aimed his black tower forward.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A contrast between a figure with eight black wings and a figure with six flame wings.
“Unity!”
“For my Emperor!”
The Archbishop of the Erosion and the Archduke of the Mann Nation clashed with a roar like war machines.