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Valencian and the Black Archbishop crossed in the air like charging knights with lances.
bang-!
Black feathers danced in the sky, red flames flickered, and strong bodies clashed again and again.
bang-!
The flames and feathers stretched out like a comet's tail, and at the moment of collision a red-black light flashed.
bang-!
The black lance of the Archduke of Mangnani drew a delicate yet deadly curved trajectory, aiming for the inside of the hood of the Black Archbishop, and the black archbishop's feather aimed for Valencian's shoulder with a savage yet precise thrust.
Both of them knew, either from experience or instinct, that in an aerial battle, it was advantageous to crush the opponent.
Wedge!
The Archduke and Archbishop flew into the sky in a spiral orbit, desperately trying to take their opponent's life.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Black smoke rose from the flaming wings, and feathers fluttered from the black wings.
“Ugh!”
With all his might, the Grand Duke bit his red lips and the Archbishop in Black distorted the darkness inside his hood.
In less than a few seconds, the two of them reached a height where they could overlook the new city of Soletaraon.
Cross again.
Tsukaaaaak-!
Valencian swung his sword with such force that his arm went numb.
bang!
Feathers and blacksmiths clashed, a fierce backlash erupted, and shoulders and elbows stung as if they were going to break.
“Kwaaah!”
A smirk burst from her red lips, but if she won now, she could keep winning.
Bloodshot pupils appeared in his vertical pupils, and strength filled his body soaked in dragon's blood.
Sweeeeek!
The great prince soared into the sky again.
At that moment, a thick crack ran through the black feathers.
Tsk tsk tsk!
Sparks sank into the small cracks and set the black feathers ablaze in the blink of an eye.
'already?!'
The Black Archbishop stepped back in shock.
The feather was a consumable item, but it never broke since he became an archbishop.
Such a feather burned up without withstanding even a few attacks.
'I can't help it.'
Instead of soaring into the sky for the next clash, he flapped his wings directly out of the city.
It was the leader's responsibility to know when to step back.
Valencian looked down at the black archbishop and smiled.
"Got it."
His face was covered in cold sweat within minutes, and he looked as if he had been fighting for hours, but the hope of victory made him forget all about it.
Saaaaa… … .
His endless rise stopped, his head turned upside down, and his white hair, which was swept back, hung down in a puff.
He had also learned the trick of gliding straight down with the Holy Emperor Jaylilith and striking from above.
Tukwaaaaak!
The six wings flapped violently, the white hair that had been hanging down clung back again, and Valencian fell like a flaming meteor.
His bloodshot eyes sparkled with a desire for victory and a sweet desire for destruction.
“Break the spine first.”
bang!
In an instant, he grabbed the back of the Black Archbishop.
The Black Archbishop twisted his body, but his grip, covered in armor-like scales, did not open.
“I’ll burn that face!”
Eight wings rose to maintain balance, and black feathers rose to stab Valencian's body, but the scoundrel archduke did not let go of the hands that were gripping both shoulders.
The old town below grew in an instant.
The black archbishop turned his head and looked at Valencian.
The darkness inside the hood was distorted with horror.
If they fell together from that height, both would inevitably suffer damage.
Valencian looked at the distortion and thought.
'Get out and get rid of me.'
And then he spat inside the hood.
“Whew!”
“How dare you!”
The Black Archbishop roared in rage, the Rogue Archduke laughed true to his reputation, and the winged ones fell to the ground.
Kuuuung-!
A thick cloud of dust rose four stories high with a loud noise.
* * *
Black Saint Mateos looked at all of this with a foolish gaze and ran towards the west of the old city with a group of paladins.
“Everyone, raise your heads and look at that evil group! The God of Light has led us, so today we will definitely win!”
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A divine beast with unicorn blood ran as if it were folding the earth, the saint's crimson robes and jet-black hair fluttering, and its deep black eyes sparkled with indignation and elation.
'The Duke of Mangnani really succeeded in drawing those bastards out.'
The enemy of Gwangmyeong Church was right before our eyes.
Mateos briefly recalled a friend he had lost years ago.
'Dismas.'
His friend was kind and faithful.
'It all started when I went to the slums to look for you and met the Grand Duke of Sereraji and the Grand Duke of Valencian.'
He burned the eroded Dismas with indignation and was chosen by the god of light to become a saint.
'It's time to end it all.'
Since then, I have come this far, knowing countless things, saving countless lives, and tormented by the thought that I could have saved more.
Mateos shouted as if for someone to hear.
“So! Take care!”
A shout filled with divine power rang out loud.
“Don’t you know I can’t cure you! Take care of yourself! I’m worried about you too!”
The knights surrounding him looked at him with questioning eyes for a moment, but did not dare to open their mouths.
'Saint.'
'You are not speaking to Archduke Valencian, are you?'
'I think I've seen the two of you hanging out together recently.'
It was because the saint's voice was so desperate.
Mateos felt the questioning gaze and focused again on the enemy before him.
“Eww!”
In front of the western gate, a white-winged archbishop was flying up into the sky, looking up at the sky.
The elite defenders fired ballistae to knock the remaining eroders off the ground, but they were unable to catch the Archbishop who was quickly launched into the sky.
'Flying is a great power. I can fight only when I want to.'
The Black Saint closed his eyes for a moment.
Chewing!
The stigmata on his forehead burned as if they were on fire.
'Preying on the weak, and running away when the good come. Some might say that's life. Yes, that's life. What a cowardly, worthless life!'
Mateos opened his mouth wide and let out an angry prayer.
“Lord, let your splendor be a yoke to the cowardly! Let them never walk proudly under the bright sun!”
His entire body was enveloped in splendid divine power, and a pillar of divine power shot up from his raised hand toward the sky, forming a huge dome of light that covered the ground like a pouring wave.
Kwakwakwakwa!
It was a huge dome that swallowed up the entire old city and covered part of the new city.
“No one can escape my eyes! No one can escape my wrath! I am the chosen one of God!”
Under the translucent and brilliant force field, those belonging to the light were empowered, while the eroders writhe in pain as if their entire bodies were on fire.
“Gyaaaaaaah-!”
The white-robed archbishop who was soaring into the sky fell like a goose hit by an arrow.
The white wings were stiff and shriveled.
thud!
A loud cloud of dust rose from where the Archbishop of Baek had fallen.
At that moment, the group of knights surrounding Mateos all spurred on their momentum.
“The saint is with us!”
“If I win this fight, I will go to glory, and if I die in this fight, I will go to heaven!”
“Lord! Give me the courage not to back down! Blind the eyes of this poor servant who fears death with the proof of his strong faith!”
A splendid divine power rose from their bodies, and soon they burned with such a dazzling light that it was difficult to look straight at them.
'The First Window', 'The White Goat', 'The Winged Sword', 'The Crowned One', 'The Bard', 'The Celestial Painter'… … .
The best of the knights who had not left for the Southern Continent charged towards the Archbishop of Baekui.
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The first salvo of battle mages left the bishop of the Unified Church on the brink of death, and slaughtered his knights, priests, and local collaborators.
The magical bombardment was powerful enough, but the true value of a warlock was revealed in melee combat.
If a magician with powerful firepower were to learn a weapon technique to protect himself and also have outstanding mobility, it would be a disaster on the battlefield.
After casting her first spell, Serenade immediately flew into the sky on her broom and began acting independently.
“We will join you at the South Gate!”
“Yeah. I’m going to the alumni association.”
Now that I have learned the dragon language that can shake up the mana of an area, it is also a nuisance to fight too closely with other magicians.
Wedge!
She flew across the sky on a broom.
Between the metal head and the wooden feather, an endless stream of blue electricity flowed.
“I found it.”
In Sereraji, he had created a magical tool that could identify eroders using magnetism, and by using Az's crystals, he expanded its accuracy and range several times.
Finding an Archbishop-level Encroacher was a breeze for her, who had delved so deeply into exploration and tracking.
Down there, in a dirty alley between the lightless stone buildings, stood the Archbishop of Qing.
“Come out here!”
An enraged Barbatos charged towards the Archbishop of Qing, turning the incomplete mutant eroders into meat porridge, while on the walls, ballistas with destruction skills shot the fully mutant eroders.
Sereraji smiled bashfully and once again cast 'Seeraji's future hope'.
The Archbishop of Cheong, dressed in blue and waiting for his death in a dirty alley, looked just like her in the old days.
“Unlike you, I didn’t go that way. And I won’t go that way in the future. Because I will never give up!”
Electricity swirled through the dark clouds again.
The Archbishop of Qing looked up at Sereraji and let out a sigh.
“Ugh!”
The darkness inside the hood seethed fiercely, and soon he burst into a mental wave as if he had made up his mind about something.
“Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah-!”
Unlike normal mental waves, this wave only affected those who had already mutated.
A massive blue light and black energy flowed out from the Archbishop of Qing, spreading out like tree branches and permeating the bodies of the invaders.
Tsk tsk tsk!
The fully mutated eroders that had accepted the energy swelled up once more.
Sluggish! Sluggish!
Its legs were rooted to the ground, and its arms and snout were spread out like a flower.
It looked exactly like a nursery.
Sereraji frowned with an ominous feeling.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!
Waaaaa …
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Immediately afterwards, as if their intuition had been proven right, blue-eyed foreign bodies flew out from the eroders' gaping mouths.
The creatures looked like a cross between a crow and a mosquito, were as large as eagles, and there appeared to be tens of thousands of them.
The sky seemed to be turning dark blue.
“Ugh!”
“Ahh!”
"no!"
The constables and guards on the walls screamed and rolled on the ground.
Since they were also elite or sword users with outstanding skills, they could easily deal with a few small enemies.
However, if you kill ten, a hundred will attack you, so you will inevitably be struck by something that resembles a mosquito at some point.
“Gehehehe!”
“Your Majesty the Emperor! Damn it!”
“Everyone die!”
They rose again in undead form with blue eyes and attacked their comrades.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!
Even as his wings burned away inside Mateos' 'Divine Station', mosquito-like foreign objects continued to rise.
In Sereraji, he thought about changing 'future hope' to 'chain lightning'.
'It was an incredible power. Even an archbishop wouldn't be able to use it freely.'
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeng!
Foreign objects were flying towards her.
The blue eyes sparkled like a mouse's.
She looked down at the Archbishop of Qing with a mocking gaze.
'Is this all you can do with that power?'
Flash!
Phage, phage, phage!
Lightning struck down from the dark clouds and split into tens of thousands of branches.
Mosquito-like foreign objects fell like rain.