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From the north gate, a cloud of dust rose four stories high.
Within, the black archbishop rose and rushed forward like a black meteor.
“Keeeeeeeek-!”
A translucent black aura and otherworldly magic surged from his entire body.
Valencian quickly got up and attacked the Black Tower, but the Black Archbishop struck Valencian with the Black Tower.
For a moment, a huge arm covered in white bone and black feathers is visible from within the wide-sleeved robe.
bang-!
The ball flew like it had been hit by a cricket bat and rolled along the floor.
He went through two stone buildings before crashing into a third.
Tsk tsk tsk!
A large crack ran down the wall of the building, and gravel fell on his head.
The Black Archbishop glared at him.
“Soletaras. How long do you plan to hold onto the gears of time? Let go now.”
All the eroders of the area walked towards Valencianus.
Thud. Thud. Thud.
Crow-men with tens of thousands of black feathers, six-eyed giants encased in white shells, huge mounds of flesh, snakes made of red tentacles… … .
It seemed as if the languid, languid Archduke would be finished off in one fell swoop.
But Valencian was leaning against the wall, smiling.
“……King Tentia. It’s now.”
Tsukaaaaak-!
A refreshing cutting sound rang out.
The closest carapace giant fell down, torn in half from head to shin.
thud.
The six eyes had an expression on their faces that said they had no idea what was happening until the very end.
Gooooo-!
Red mist overflowed from the empty space.
The red haze accelerated faster than the charging warhorse, and soon her silhouette was revealed as if the 'Blur' spell had been lifted.
Knock, knock, knock!
A platinum knight wearing a bright red cloak ran as if he was going to touch the ground.
As the dark clouds parted, a sacred field enveloped the city, swarms of giant mosquito-like aliens clashed with the ivory tower wizards, and the Silver Knights hurled spears of ice at the lava aliens, the knight charging toward the enemy in his gleaming white armor looked like the protagonist of a legend.
Now that all the invaders had been sent to Valencianus, there was no obstacle between Tentia and the Black Archbishop.
The Black Archbishop was startled and let out a mental wave.
“Keeeeeeeeee-!”
It was a sound more terrible than the cry of a thousand corpse crows.
A translucent black magical power was concentrated into a narrow fan shape and rushed towards Tentia.
Then, Tentia raised the firearm and drew up mana.
Tsk tsk tsk.
A mana blade the color of hot blood rose up, amplifying from the crystal at the center of the cross guard and creating ripples.
Woohoo!
The knight who charged forward with a single sword was struck by dozens of layers of psychic waves.
-!
There was a sound like ten thousand panes of glass were breaking at the same time.
–!
The eyes of those observing it turned white or black.
The red knight reached the black archbishop.
Her steps were also a little unsteady.
The Black Archbishop bit his body as he plucked out the black feather.
It was also calculated that the enemy knight would have reached his limit of breath.
'Beyond that lies glory.'
However, Tentia maintained the momentum with which she had been running and stabbed her sword into the torso of the Black Archbishop.
Thud!
The Archbishop retaliated by striking the feather, but she deftly swung her gauntlet and struck the feather from the side.
The darkness within the Archbishop stirred greatly.
'His skills aren't as great as I thought. I can fight him now!'
Phew!
At the same time, Tentia's firefight entered the robe worn by the Black Archbishop.
Cheeeeek!
A pesky black smoke rose.
She grabbed his right wrist with her left hand and said with even more force.
“His Royal Highness the Duke of Valencian, I am Tentia! Sinner. Remember this well! It will be the last name you will hear in your life!”
“I remember you. The Red Knight. You were one of the few vain servants who followed the goblin as if it were their life.”
The Black Archbishop whispered words that had the power to charm people.
“The best? Not the best, but the best? There was a knight more worthy of being a knight than me. The sky is truly high. I must work even harder.”
But Tentia was already possessed by something.
The darkness within the Black Archbishop's hood wavered with something between bewilderment and absurdity.
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The enemy knight shouted in an even firmer voice.
“I will bear the sword of loyalty and honor, and with faith as my shield, I will overcome your wicked whispers.”
The Black Archbishop shouted in a voice full of anger.
“This blind swordsman!”
Hundreds of feathers rose from behind his back, and white bone tentacles hidden among them also emerged.
The Red Knight drew his Dragon Bone Sword with his left hand and let out a pitiful laugh.
“Blind loyalty is the virtue of a knight!”
Red mana blasts erupted, and a storm of black feathers tore through.
* * *
The Black Archbishop finally caught Tentia with his bone tentacles and threw him away.
Boom boom boom!
Tentia also flew away after destroying a building before stopping.
“Ugh!”
But the Black Archbishop wasn't normal either.
“On the subject of blindness.”
From between his torn robes, black smoke rose like air being sucked from punctured lungs, and bits of severed bone tentacles and shattered feathers rolled everywhere, while the darkness under his hood also wavered as if tired.
He raised his head again and looked ahead.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
A fully mutated eroder with dozens of horns and eyeballs sprouting from a huge lump of flesh the size of a four-story building was burning like a living torch.
“Whoaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!”
Even though I shook my body like crazy and sent out mental waves, the flames would not go out.
On top of that body that was like a garden, a human figure was standing and smiling brightly.
“Ah, hahahaha!”
As the eroder burns, all the heat generated is absorbed into my uniform.
“Soletaras!”
Valencian recovered his health by burning and devouring the invaders.
“My knight. Was he strong?”
He looked with satisfaction at the holes here and there in the robes of the Black Archbishop.
“Spear of Fire.”
He dashed forward, as if he were slamming the ground, and launched twelve fiery spears, each over three meters long, into the air like clockwork.
“Feather javelin.”
The Black Archbishop took a step forward and launched twelve feathers into the air, each larger than the feather he had used as a sword.
-!
Black feathers and red pillars of fire collided in the air, creating a loud crackling sound.
“Fire wave.”
Valencianus unleashed a tsunami of flames 10 meters high.
“Black Wing Palm.”
The Black Archbishop stretched his palm forward, and six fingers of translucent black magic shot out, growing larger and larger.
–!
A wave of fire swept over them as if it would cover everything, and a six-fingered palm blocked the wave of fire.
“The eye of the firestorm!”
Valencian spun around, drawing his magic sword, Typhoon.
Kukwakwakwakwakwakwakwa-!
The wind blade, imbued with the flames of the dragon and spirit, created a disc-shaped vortex, and the heat rose into an oval shape, flying towards the Black Archbishop to devour him.
“Black Wing Storm.”
The Black Archbishop spread his four black wings behind him and waved them wildly.
Saaaaah-!
Thousands of feathers flew into the sky, swirling and flowing like fallen leaves on a windy day, colliding with the fiery storm.
Knock, knock!
Burning feathers flew in all directions.
“The joy of fire.”
Valencian glared at the black archbishop with his eyes slit open.
Zzz!
A 'spontaneous combustion gaze' that raises body temperature and burns the body from within has been developed.
“In His arms!”
The Black Archbishop chanted a spell, white smoke rising from his body.
Pagrur!
At the manifestation of the distant erosion prayer, black feathers rose from Valencian's white cheeks.
“Ugh!”
“Swoop.”
The contrast between the archduke, who was calmly moving forward while plucking out feathers, and the archbishop in black, who was in pain and surrounded by white smoke, was striking.
There was about ten steps between them.
Valencian leapt up with his flaming sword in hand, and the Black Archbishop charged, swinging two feathered blades.
“Ah, aaaaaaah-!”
“Keeeeeeeeee-!”
A loud mental wave rang out at the same time.
-!
All the buildings in the area that were barely standing were swept away.
–!
The Archduke of Mangnani and the Archbishop of Black simultaneously knelt on one knee to the ground.
Valencianus raised his sword, its flames now extinguished, and the Black Archbishop hardened the darkness under his hood as he watched the plume of falling feathers.
“!”
“Imperial Swordsmanship.”
A look of triumph appeared on Valencian's face.
“My dream is coming true.”
Imperial Swordsmanship Level 6, Self-Discernment.
The realm of cutting as is.
“Right now all I can think about is killing you.”
He swung his sword at the Black Archbishop.
The magical sword cut deeply through the wind, feathers, and robe front.
Pukwaaaaak-!
It was as if a pillow filled with cotton had burst, and black feathers and smoke poured out like crazy.
The Black Archbishop staggered back six steps.
Valencian followed, pushing back the blood that had flowed from his forehead.
The Black Archbishop turned his head and looked towards Tentia.
“Whoa.”
A few imperfect mutant eroders walked towards them.
But Valencian simply raised his sword again.
“That heartless bastard.”
“Those sloppy words won’t work on me.”
“Your knight risked his life for you.”
“It’s not that I’m heartless, I just believe.”
Phew!
There was a loud bang, and the severed head of the invader rolled out from the alley.
Valencian looked at it and laughed like a child.
“You don’t even know what that is, you freaking monster.”
* * *
“I will clear the way.”
It was something that many people said, and many people failed to say.
But if those were the words of a man who was called the most dangerous lord in the West, it was a little different.
Cheeeeek!
Marcus, wearing mechanical armor and holding a greatsword, ran forward, steam belching from his waist.
He leaned forward as if he was going to fall, then turned around and stepped forward with the opposite foot just before he fell, then turned around again and stepped forward with the opposite foot just before he fell.
Kwakwakwakwa-!
A greatsword larger than a human body swung like a whirlwind, and all the white-winged monsters blocking its path were torn to pieces.
Although this would be an impossible movement for a normal human, the central control device made of gears and chains did its job in any situation.
“These mysterious monsters deserve to crumble before the steel of enlightenment!”
The monsters, resembling peeled wire, clasped their hands together in a gesture as if offering a prayer, then emitted white light towards Marcus and the mechanical knights.
“It’s dangerous!”
Mateos shouted, gathering his divine power.
It was a terrifying light that turned people into pillars of salt.
But Marcus charged forward, smiling triumphantly.
Thud!
The light slid out of the brass glove, and instead turned around, turning the angel-like object into a pillar of salt.
Both Mateos and Archbishop Baek shrugged their shoulders at the same time.
Crispy.
Marcus said, kicking the pillar of salt with his foot.
“We utilized reflective fields, mirrored armor, and sloped armor technology. It was a countermeasure against His Majesty the Celeraj’s ‘Penetrating Flash.’ No matter how absurd a power may seem, if you study it, something will eventually come out of it.”
“You dare to delve into his miracles? You blasphemous fool.”
“I would also like to study your power. I think Archduke Valencian would be happy to know that it would allow him to break up the salt cartels in the east and prevent salt shortages in the west. If you electrolyze salt, you could even create poison gas.”
The saint and the archbishop shuddered once more.
“Don’t make poison gas!”
Matheos shouted and spurred his horse on, his black divine powers rising, and he picked up the iron mace that hung on his saddle.
Wooooow-!
A power that seemed to absorb both light and sound rippled, and light refracted around the hammer, distorting vision, creating an oval-shaped force field with thin white light rippling on a black background.
Marcus shot the head of the fake angel that was aiming for the saint with his pistol, the white archbishop rose white light from his six wings, and the hippopotamus Mateos rushed at the white archbishop.
-!
The blinding white light that had been radiating out was distorted and absorbed by Mateos' divine power.
“Unity!”
The Archbishop of Baek-ui spread his six wings and looked up at the sky.
“He made us all different, and each of us is beautiful in our own way!”
Matheos swung his pitch-black, sacred hammer, reciting a verse from the scriptures.
The saint's hammer fell from the sky as the Archbishop of Baek looked up.
puck!
The Archbishop of Baek-ui fell down like a rotten wooden pillar.