Chapter 214 – Alexander (8)
The news spread from Ithaca and swept the country in an instant. The brutal death of Alexander, known as a treasure trove of corruption in the kingdom.
And a message from the Ithaca Church that judged him.
[Saint Alexander died begging for his life like a dog on the market floor.
After all, according to the words of the corrupt, even if you wear the name of a saint, you are no different from a death row inmate.
A lot of time has passed since I didn’t see their evil deeds, drunk with the glory and falsehood of being a warrior.
While they focus more on enriching themselves than on justice, the authority of religion has fallen to the ground.
The country’s finances are in bankruptcy.
How long will you live like this? What did you want to live for?
We are not people who live for warriors.
We must always be on the side of the poor and the good,
He had to be a fighter against evil.
Priests. The evil is gone, and a new wind is coming.
Which side will you be on? Who will you live for?]
Everything that followed after that was a series of very natural things.
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In a church in the western region, the head of a parish priest who had been loyal to Alexander was hung from the church. The man holding the hilt shouted the name of the new church, and the greedy paladins were pushed into the prison, tightly bound.
The priest who was in charge of the southern region quickly heard the news of Alexander’s death and tried to flee to the capital. As he fled, covering his face with a hood, he was accidentally stumbled upon and beaten to death by a farmer who recognized his face.
The high priest who was forming the Alexander faction inside the academy the day after Alexander was killed. Before news of Alexander’s death arrived, he was found hanged. The investigation ended with a suicide note, but how he learned of Alexander’s death in advance remains a mystery.
And in the capital there was a man who could learn of Alexander’s death as quickly as a messenger from Ithaca.
“Ah… Ah… ! Aaaaa!”
A short note from the thieves guild dyed his face red. Tears flowed from his eyes, and his reason was paralyzed, so he couldn’t even utter the right words. The old man from the thieves guild lowered his head and said.
“I’m sorry.”
“Aaaaa! AA AA AA!”
Hero Wolf tore up the letter. The fragments that had been torn to pieces flew beautifully like snowflakes. Wolf tore up the paper, but as if his anger didn’t go away, he overturned the table he was sitting on.
“Aaaaa!”
Then he picked up a flower pot and threw it at the old man. Could it be that he didn’t expect to attack him? The old man, with his eyes wide open, looked at the other pots close to him, and his head exploded with pieces of a shard.
“Aaaaa! Aaaaa!”
The death of one person did not matter to Wolf. Nothing could control Wolf now.
Alexander.
He wasn’t just a colleague. They were the best duo who always supported and cared for Wolf.
“Aaaaagh! Aaaaagh!”
Every time Wolf swung his hand, everything in his room turned to dust. The roughly thrown chair broke the wall and rolled around the palace yard. The servant who came to stop him was grabbed by the collar and thrown to pieces. The mirror attached to the wall was smashed along with the wall, and even its fragments could not be found.
“Aaaaa!”
Wolf recalled the beginning of his journey with Alexander. When they first set out on a quest for revenge, Wolf and Alexander were not close at all. Wolf thought that once his revenge was over, he would break up with Alexander again, and the two would go on a simple trip like that.
[Hey, Wolf. You’re traveling together, are you going to act like a stone statue? Uh? Try this. This is really delicious meat.]
Alexander was a reliable friend who did everything for me. When he was accidentally injured, he ran away with his back to a safe place, and when he was tired of his fatigue, he volunteered to stand watch. As much as Wolf valued Alexander, Alexander also valued Wolf.
[Are you okay. Wolf. You are always doing well.]
Was such a friend. He was the best friend who met at the most unfortunate time, guided him and helped him avenge himself. He was the kind of friend who had to pay for his debt no matter what.
“Alexander… !”
Wolf looked outside with his eyes wide open.
Church.
People were flocking to the church that contained Alexander’s luxurious life. They were praising Alexander’s death and persecuting the priests who guarded the church. The paladins who blocked the door were pushed to the ground by waves of people, and the priests gathered on the rooftop and were shivering.
The news of Alexander’s death brought protests on a scale that was out of control, like a leak in a boat with a hole in it. Even the organizers of the protests were surprised by the number of people knocking on the door with hatred towards the church.
“I will kill everyone… !”
But to Wolf, the protesters’ demands were not justified. They were nothing more than filthy traitors who praised and justified Alexander’s death.
“These bastards! I will kill them all!”
Wolf drew his sword. And he started running toward the church.
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“Aagh!”
Finally, the broken church door. The priests were dragged out while being beaten. The body, which had already been battered by kitchen knives and crude spear blades, could not even think of healing itself. He knew that if he healed, he would be beaten, and if he tried to run away with his holy power, he would be caught anyway.
Every time the blue, bruised face climbed onto the podium, people threw stones and shards of glass and cursed at him.
“You bastards! Do you know your sins!”
“While you bastards were singing, my friend was accused of heresy and died! Have you coveted the farmer’s property so much!”
The priests couldn’t make any excuses. When they opened their mouths, stones flew into their mouths, and when they tried to turn their heads, sticks flew into them as they turned their heads. There is one thing they can do All it did was stick its head to the ground and crawl like an insect.
And all he could do was say this while catching a stone with the crown of his head.
“Sorry… ! I have committed a mortal sin… !”
There was nothing more they could do. They felt the luxurious life they had enjoyed still linger before their eyes. Rather than reflecting on their sins, they wanted to resent Alexander who died first over them.
“Sorry… ! Save me… !”
Blood flowed from his head. A battered priest tumbled down with his decrepit body drooping. Before his body even hit the floor, he was torn to shreds, rendering his shape unrecognizable.
“These guys!”
One of the priests who could not hold back his anger shouted as he untied the string with holy power. But before he could do anything with his holy power, he was silenced by the blade of a spear that pierced his chest. The priest widened his eyes and spread his arms, then he fell down again.
His corpse was also shattered before reaching the floor, causing bloody winds.
Only then did the priests understand. That you can’t live by begging here. Even if I lay my head down here, even if I run away, in the end I will fall down and become rags. The remaining priests met each other’s eyes.
They were corrupt, and their divine power was weak. The only things hanging in front of their names were charges of bribery and aiding and abetting evil, and there was no one to prove their good deeds. The priests gritted their teeth and closed their eyes tightly.
I just prayed that this death would not hurt.
The sound of people clamoring and the sound of threshing clubs. The body, which couldn’t even feel properly anymore, was just letting out a thud to let me know that it had been hit by a stone. Finally, another priest who exhausted his strength tumbled to the floor, and his body was torn apart like animals fighting over food.
I thought everything was over.
The priest who narrowly opened his eyes felt a white light approaching from afar.
Bang!
Following the light that filled his eyes, the ground dug deep. People were blown away by the wind and flew through the air, and the man who threw stones at him was reduced to dust with only his arm remaining.
A huge crack remained in the floor. As if a giant had swung a sword, a sharp scar remained between the two priests and the people of the kingdom.
The floor was so hot that it emitted a haze, and there were no traces of the people in the middle.
The movement of the people who were running with the momentum to tear the priests to pieces at any moment stopped.
“Bo, Wolf… !”
Someone called his name
And, as if responding to his name, Hero Wolf swung his sword and said.
“I defeated the Demon King, and I am the owner of this country! If resisting is your wish, I will kill them all! Kill all of you guys! I will kill all of Ithaca’s arrogant bastards!”