Chapter 471 – Intruder -5-

A saint’s defense that is as unwavering as an iron wall.

5 My own undead are starting to be pushed out by the knight.

A group of people who are preparing something to kill the saint.

“Wandering corpses and buried corpses that could not go to the goddess’ arms. They are the food of the devil and the seeds of terrible destruction.”

Scar, who felt pressured and impatient due to various factors, chanted to turn the tide of the war, but only briefly.

There was a bold attempt by the saint to stab that spot in reverse. The prayer that instantly threw away all of her defenses and purification, along with the sacrifice of her holy relics, was successful.

Even Eclair, who was preoccupied with the melee, could not help but admire the strength of Atra’s psychological warfare.

“Shemhamphorae.”

Before the ominous black magic was completed, a book covered in brilliant light was held in Atra’s arms, and sacred pure white feathers fluttered within the barrier.

As divine power fills the inside with the barrier, the spreading poisonous fog is suppressed and falls asleep.

‘···?!’

A holy magic that even Scar, who has lived for a long time hunting high-ranking priests and keeping an eye on the church, has never heard of.

Even in such ignorance, the sense of crisis that pierced her instincts seemed to pierce the top of her head.

There was a crossroads here.

Should we withdraw the black magic we were preparing and pour out the undead to check the effectiveness of that book with a meat shield?

Or are we going to push on like this and start a space battle between uncleanness and sacredness?

The answer was clear without having to think twice.

‘If I want to live, I have to die here!’

It was the moment I encountered that shining book that Atra was holding.

I am convinced that the next best solution, which is to step away if possible, is unreasonable. A decision was made there.

In addition, Eclair Dritna and the church’s saint Atra are too dangerous to leave as is. As long as those two were alive, it seemed like the era of warlocks would never come to the continent.

“-I will nourish their twisted strings.”

Although he was later than Atra, Scar also finished chanting quickly.

If you take a defensive attitude from the beginning and don’t make a hole in the barrier, your chances of survival are greatly reduced.

Scar himself must boldly break through the path like a saint.

[Altar of Darkness]

At the feet of Scar, who placed his hand on the sacrificial box.

Kugugu───! A dull-colored altar emerged, destroying the neat yard.

“Stop it!”

Alice’s black stone pearl and Liline’s sharp wind are stabbed as if waiting for Atra, who is facing them, before doing anything.

Scar whispered black magic without taking his eyes off Atra, who was opening the book.

[Hellfire of Death]

The corrupted mana took the form of flames and consumed the approaching magic.

In terms of output and compatibility, Scar, a warlock, was overwhelming. In the first place, Scar wasn’t at the level where Lilyne and Alice could fight back with magic.

‘Trivial things…’

[Sword of the Holy Spirit]

Scar did not stop researching to counter not only knights, but also priests and paladins. This is the result. High-ranking black magic aimed at the divine power itself.

A sword that has never failed to kill a priest of the church. A blade as black as charcoal rose upward and aimed at the saint.

The moment when Scar is determined to destroy the sacrificial box and the altar and spreads terrible energy.

Atra flicked down a page of the book and opened her mouth.

“Leader of the goddess’s army. Guide of heaven. Savior of mankind. Please step on that evil.”

[Angel of the Sun – Michael]

After the saint’s request, the light that started from the book spread out like a tree and formed her outer appearance.

“Tsk…!”

The burden of losing a large amount of sacred power. Bright red blood flowed from Atra’s nose and her delicate legs faltered as her mind grew dizzy.

Buuuuu───!! The trumpet of judgment sounds and her form is drawn in detail.

Long blonde hair and white wings hanging from beneath her helmet. His body is covered in armor, and he holds a sharp spear in his hand.

It was so sacred that no one would put their hands together and pray.

It was grander and more extraordinary than the angel who had been summoned to heal Roman at the inn.

This is the second time that Atra uses this holy magic.

Shemhamphorae is a book that records 72 angels, and is an object of a goddess that does not exist on the continent.

Of course, its existence itself is not recorded anywhere in the religious documents. Even if recognized, among the people on the continent, only Atra, who is favored by the goddess, can handle this book.

The angel moved his head towards Scar, and with a grave voice, his spear captured the light of heaven.

[Sacred chant]

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Lily, unlike Alice, who tried to help Atra and keep Scar in check with her magic.

Chloe was concentrating on keeping Frey away from her grasp. Ricke was also focusing on eclairs.

Kang! Kang! A rough metal sound rings out.

A battle that could become a hindrance if you engage in it clumsily. High-speed movement that cannot be clearly seen by the eye.

If it weren’t for his natural eye, it was an attack that the current Rike would never have been able to catch.

– Vanity and vain, says the preacher, Vain and vain. Everything in this world is vain. Origin. Finite. Secular. Pleasure and worthlessness. There is no way to explain the helplessness.

Rike, holding Vanitas, began chanting with mana concentrated in her eyes. Cold sweat dripped from the girl’s forehead as she was so focused that she didn’t even notice the angel’s appearance.

– Just as we forget the past days, the years to come also disappear from our memories. Look back, there is no eternal throne and you are just a human being. This is why we must live truthfully in every moment.

-Open it. Close it. Burn it. Turn it off. Celebrate birth and mourn the finiteness of life.

A small pocket watch appeared next to Rike after he finished chanting.

Rike, who was concentrating on her lips slightly open, opened her mouth when she saw the movement of the undead shooting like an arrow.

– Memento mori.

Clap!

The needle on the pocket watch stopped spinning.

A special magic that allowed her to bond with her father, Enoch Skadi. Opponents with skills that cannot even dare to rise to the level of Roman will resist this magic and will not be affected by time.

However, if the difference in level is not complete, you may flinch, briefly stiffen, or feel a sense of strangeness.

– Wow…!

The Bloodstone Devourer’s toes went slightly limp due to Rike’s magic

That’s what Rike wanted, and this gap was more than enough for Eclair.

Widely! Widely! The criminal is so brilliant and talented that he doesn’t even know what he’s doing.

Eclair, which moved while leaving an afterimage with a blue aura, perfectly caught the undead behind.

A perfect situation with no interference from the swarthy undead. It is time to properly use the dual sword style created against Roman.

[Light Wheel]

Two blades with flashing blue light. They passed through the red ore like scissors and cut off the undead’s head.

It doesn’t end there. When the opportunity arises, cut them to pieces.

[Mangwol (望月)]

The body was cut cleanly without avoiding the rising ore. The upper and lower bodies were split.

[Biryu (飛流)]

A strike like a pouring stream of water.

A head floating in the air. The separated upper and lower bodies were split like firewood.

– Craaaaagh!!!

Eclair cut the bloodstone predator into pieces in a short space of time and glared sharply at the remaining undead.

It’s a giant thing that lunges at you while spouting poisonous smoke. Turn the two swords around and hold them in reverse.

‘···.’

Trance. Eclair is feeling this moment.

The dual sword style that Roman and Sister Dritna created together is only now on the verge of completion. He said he took a big step forward.

[Rising Heaven]

A neat lift. The muscular arms that were about to attack were cut off and sent flying away.

– ···!!!

The screaming doesn’t reach my ears. Miasma poured out from the cut surface. There is only one suitable number to conclude.

‘It can be completed…!’

I had a vague and distant idea of ​​how long it would take to get it neatly trimmed.

That is changing now. It shows a sense that the shortcomings are made up and the swordsmanship continues smoothly.

Eclair’s sword speed has become faster than usual.

[Black Island Red Thunder (黑閃紅雷)]

The final sword made by Eclair and Chloe while thinking of Roman.

Tzujie──!

Traces of the most promiscuous slash were drawn on the undead flesh in an instant.

The rotten flesh shifted without shedding any blood and collapsed with a crashing sound.

There is no time to lose yourself in the joy of growth. Eclair does not stop even after two birds are removed.

When Eclair saw the angel summoned by Atra throwing down the shining spear, Eclair ran across the yard without even having time to admire.

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‘!’

Bloodstone Devourer and Demon Guide. Scar realized that his sense of connection to his masterpieces he had been lost.

She had no time to gather information. Settled much faster than expected. Even so, there is no time to look at the condition of the eclair.

Because the flying angel’s holy spear and the sword he threw down were about to collide.

Kugugu ───!!!

‘What a piece of shit! Fuck you…!’

The moment it touches the sharp tip of the spear, the black blade cracks. The difference in power was very clear.

For the first time in my life, the fear of death approaches. His head spun violently.

‘How long can you last if you use the altar as a shield? What is the possibility of making a hole in the barrier with the remaining sword?’

At this point, there was less than half of the blade left. After retrieving the Sword of Destruction, Scar randomly spewed out undead from the sacrificial box to create a meat shield. I ran to the barrier.

No, it was the moment when I came down from the altar and tried to run away.

‘The earth… Wake up?’

There is no such thing as the earth rising. It’s just that you’re getting closer.

Still, Scar did not realize that she was falling.

Thud! It was only when I heard a sound and hit her in the face that I realized the reality.

Her legs disappeared along with her pain.

“You’re stupid for voluntarily getting out of there. If you had gone up there, you would have lived a few seconds longer.”

“···!”

Scar’s chin trembled at Eclair’s cold voice.

Even now, hundreds of undead were rushing towards the holy spear like moths to fire.

Still, it cannot be completely prevented. The tip of that spear will reach out to destroy itself.

Peeing!

“He’s a guy with a lot of luck. If Roman had been there, it wouldn’t have ended so well.”

Cleanly cuts off the head of the fallen Scar. Nevertheless, this guy is still alive.

Eclair roughly grabbed his cut hair. He threw Scar, who looked frightened, towards the castle spear.