"Has that nightmare been dealt with?"
The cardinal stood in the center, his steady voice echoing throughout the room.
"Reporting to the bishop, it has been dealt with. His magic power has been drained, and his flesh has been cut off using the magic of immobilization and fed to the monsters."
"Where's that woman?"
"He's burned to death."
"Yes, Not Bad."
As one of the many fantasy species who were killed or imprisoned, why would the high and mighty cardinal ask this question specifically?
The answer was simple, because he had heard that humans had children with imaginary creatures, and he could not accept this. In his opinion, they were just like those who accepted Dead Apostles, they were no longer worthy of being called human beings, but heretics in human form.
"It's a pity that we were unable to find out who the bastard was. This kind of thing should be killed as soon as possible, otherwise it will taint our human bloodline—"
As the cardinal spoke, he sensed a magical aura that came with anger.
As a cardinal appointed by the Pope, although he is old, he was also a very capable agent when he was young.
Located in Britain, he has the ability to sense emotions from the aura of magic.
Most of the people in the church have a magical aura as quiet as prayer, while a few are noisy and exude a magical aura of sadness.
He was actually angry? Was he a Dead Apostle or a Phantasm? But he actually came to me like this, he was really self-righteous...
As the cardinal was thinking this, he felt a strange magic emerging, as if it was emitted by the church itself, gradually appearing bit by bit, as if welcoming someone. The church, which should have no thoughts, seemed to have consciousness, emitting a pious magic...
"You guys continue, I'll go out and take a look."
Although confused, the old man still comforted the people here, and then quickly walked out to see who this person was.
At the gate of the church, the relief on the exterior glows with magical light, which must be one of the magical weapons conceived when this church was built.
However, a hundred years have passed, and who would dare to enter here and risk the wrath of the church? After all, no matter they are Dead Apostles, Magicians, or Fantasy Races, they have all been ruthlessly slaughtered by the church.
"........oh?"
Standing on the highest step, the cardinal looked in surprise at the silver-haired man holding a sword and a gun below.
In addition, there were groups of people gathering in front of that person, which was the church gate.
They were the knights and agents belonging to the church, numbering about a hundred people, and more were on the way.
Each of these people was holding exquisite weapons and looking at Avia who was coming.
"You, what are you doing here?"
The leading knight shouted in a low voice.
Avia said nothing, and his expression did not change at all.
His eyes, like blue glass, simply reflected all the people and the church in front of him without emotion.
Then, the silver-haired boy simply waved his sword and spear, and said word by word:
"kill."
The words that were declared lightly were accompanied by a certain heavy weight.
This sentence almost made the cardinal laugh out loud, which was a rare occurrence. What kind of place was this?
This is the main branch of the church in Britain. A mere human being, even if a True Ancestor arrives, would not dare to provoke it in such a ruthless manner.
After all, the body of the Sixteenth Patriarch was still hanging on the top of the mountain.
However, in just the ten seconds that the conceited cardinal smiled and turned away, earth-shaking changes took place below him.
In the eyes of the knights and agents of the church, this man is like a warrior from the Age of Gods in the legend.
In just one second, he killed dozens of church members at a terrifying speed. The silver-haired man was running as fast as if he was cutting through an array of troops, as if the battle itself was overwhelming for him.
And within that surging magic power was a brilliant golden color that even surpassed the glory of the church itself.
Thus, in just ten seconds, the hundred church members who were responsible for stopping them were all ruthlessly killed.
When the Cardinal realized this, he hurriedly used his magic to protect himself, blocking the bloody gun in the hands of the unknown boy who was coming like a storm and swinging it violently at his neck.
boom!
The huge collision of magical power even covered the entire church for a moment.
Avia jumped back and looked expressionlessly at the purple-haired Dead Apostle in front of him who was holding the black key and protecting the Cardinal.
"Your Excellency, do you have any misunderstandings about us? I can explain on behalf of the church. Please do not continue the unprovoked killing."
"Oh? Your Black Key...you were the one who killed that crow, right?"
Avia suddenly asked.
"Yes, I was the one who killed him. I wonder if you can listen to me..."
"You disappoint me so much, Sword Monk Bei Ze."
101: This is the gold that penetrates the stars
Bei Ze had no time to worry about why the silver-haired man in front of him had that "hateful" tone.
Because the gun and sword he was holding were brushing against his body as a Dead Apostle as he was speaking, he dodged and used the Black Keys to counterattack.
They collided with each other several times, and finally the sword broke under the load of the black key, leaving only the gun. However, after being hit by the magic power, it dealt a more severe blow, and took the opportunity to avoid the sharpness of the black key. It grabbed it with its free hand in an instant, and jumped in the direction to close the distance.
As the swordsman and priest of the church who designed the Black Keys in the 300th year of the AD with the concept of "mass production, easy to carry, fast service, and minimum loss", and was praised as the pinnacle of the era, Bei Ze had to admit that the fighting ability of this young-looking man was overwhelming, and he completely dominated the battlefield with almost unexpected violence.
To be honest, Bei Ze didn't want to fight him because there was no reason to fight to the death. After all, this man was a human, not a Dead Apostle.
Born in the Narubalek line of the Burial Bureau, a subsidiary of the Holy Church, had great reverence for his faith. Therefore, even though he had achieved such great success at that time, he still obeyed the church's request and became a Dead Apostle, the 25th ancestor who now possesses the principle of the "Sword".
He personally killed the Black Wing Prince in Wales in a one-on-one fight several decades ago. It is no exaggeration to say that he is one of the most effective weapons of the church against the Dead Apostles, but he is only willing to target the Dead Apostles.
"Bei Ze! What's wrong with you? Hurry up and use your Principle Blood Ring!"
When Avia was fighting with Bey Ze, the Cardinal who had survived by chance was yelling at the purple-haired Dead Apostle with an angry look on his face while leaning on his crutches.
The kind and solemn expression he had displayed before had become distorted. Perhaps he was frightened and couldn't accept that someone of his status and position was almost killed.
"........"
Bei Ze remained silent, and while backing away, he kept his eyes on Avia, who did not take this opportunity to pursue him.
Once you become a Dead Apostle, you will possess a Principle, which is the result of continuing to cultivate what you already had as a human. This is the proposition of a Dead Apostle, the purpose of living, and the curse that makes you unable to die.
The only way to achieve true immortality is to obtain the Blood Ring of the Principle.
The so-called principle blood ring is the original commandment engraved on the soul that enables the ancestor to be competent for the nature of the ancestor's blood. Just having this blood flowing in the body can rewrite the singularity of the planet's physical laws. It is the true red pollution that falls from the moon to the ground, and it holds a fierce poison that is absolutely incompatible with other worlds.
The difference between the two is that the Principle Blood Ring can be inherited, and there is a generational relationship between ancestors, while the Principle is unique to each Dead Apostle and is one-of-a-kind.
The only weapon Avia had in his hand now was a gun, and his sword had been broken. He glanced at the silent Bei Ze and spoke proudly:
"Sword Monk, what are you hesitating about? Why don't you use your Principle Blood Ring?"
Avia could roughly guess what the effect of the sword monk's principle blood ring was. After all, Bei Ze later became the teacher of Xiel and the new 19th ancestor, and eventually died at the hands of his apprentice Xiel. Xiel developed the great magic "Star of Calvaria" through the principle of his sword.
Presumably, its form and effect are similar, probably an angel wheel that unfolds in the stratosphere, focusing the sunlight and burning fiercely, and a reflector made of magic that shines light 50 kilometers long and 10 kilometers wide onto the surface of the earth. The power achieved can be said to be an aurora with mass, a guillotine of light.
Only in this way would it be possible to strangle the Black Wing Duke one-on-one, because the inherent barrier held by the Black Wing Duke was called Never Return, a canopy of death feathers covering the sky, swallowing up the moonlight and the stars. It was an absolute "world of death" without a trace of light... It could be said that it was completely restrained.
But Avia didn't care. After all, he had experienced the indiscriminate dragon breath of dragons and was already accustomed to this kind of large-scale attack.
"...I can't use it, and I won't use it. It shouldn't be used on people."
Bei Ze shook his head and said this, ignoring the cardinal who was gritting his teeth at him.
"Idiot! You're a piece of shit! It's okay if he's a Phantasmagoria, but this guy is clearly a heretic! How could Lord Malbu let someone like you live!"
The Cardinal hit hard with his cane, and then shouted to the many agents, priests, and knights who came:
"Connect them all and activate the church's defenses!"
At that moment the slight breeze grew stronger, blowing downwards with a whistling sound, and the whole church seemed to be shaking.
Looking down from the air, a spiral appeared with the Cardinal at the center, spreading out in all directions, as if the magic circuits of the people belonging to the church present were connected.
The magic power that roams the entire city drives the magic circuits of all church members in this area. In order to absorb the mystery of the church, everyone has become a mere part, which is truly a large-scale collective magic.
The armed force that was triggered this time was——
The Welsh Cathedral, which was built two hundred years ago, is a holy place stained with many mysterious bloods.
At that moment, it was very bright.
It's hard to believe that the sun is about to set, and it's not just a matter of light brightness.
To human perception something bright and shining is rising.
So huge, so heavy, yet so holy, the massive magic light cannon attacked Avia.
But he just stood there, motionless, and smiled softly.
"All peoples, listen to my words and destroy the evil creatures."
Everyone in the church was calling out like this, and countless voices echoed in the dazzling light.
At the same time, a golden light appeared on Avia's body.
The golden color of desire was revealed in the holy light, and they gathered together as if to protect him.
Avia naturally also noticed the light from the Rhine gold that emerged from his body. He didn't expect that the cursed gold could actually protect people. It was really incredible.
"I have gathered enough strength to use once."
He said softly that at this moment, under the collision of the church's huge power of faith and the Rhine gold, he was incredibly connected to the remaining organisms outside the planet. That is, the energy was charged to 100, but if it was incomplete, the power should be reduced.
"——This is the gold that penetrates the stars."
Then, a golden light like an arrow came from outside the planet, perfectly targeting the overflowing light of faith in this cathedral.
102: Heiji: I want to eat people
"Gransoge, you've worked hard too."
Earlier, at the foot of the village of Brakmoya, a black-haired girl drove away the knights guarding the village and looked at the sixteenth ancestor hanging on the top of the mountain.
There was neither sadness nor joy on her face, and no human emotions could be sensed in this young girl, nor in her black hair which was pure and without any impurities.
Like the black-winged prince, the girl's entire body was dressed in a dark black color. Even if the sunlight and moonlight shone on her, the light would become dimmer and dimmer, as if all foreign things on her body would slowly disappear.
Her name is Altluchi Brunstad, the ninth of the twenty-seven ancestors of the Dead Apostles, a hybrid of a True Ancestor and a Dead Apostle, and is known as the Princess.
After Zhu Yue's death, he ignored the demands of the True Ancestors who had suffered heavy losses, and was unwilling to serve as a tool to resist the Church and deal with the restless Dead Apostles and the fallen True Ancestors, the "Demon King". He led the loyal guards, the Black and White Knights, and the guards who swore allegiance to the royal family to leave, taking his beloved dog with him.
"Fu."
"What's wrong, Cathy?"
Hearing the cry of her pet, Artelucci looked at it with cold eyes, then bent her 145-centimeter-tall body and stretched out her hand to let it stand on her shoulder.
"Fu, Fufu."
Although the barking of the white demon dog sounds no different from the barking of a dog, Ji Jun, as its owner, can understand what it means.
What it means is that there is a church nearby that has been burned down, and there is a human corpse inside. Judging from the remaining magic power, it is a priest of the church.
"Is that so? In this era, there are people who dare to kill priests and burn down churches. It's incredible."
Ji Jun spoke lightly, and Cathy Palug waved her claws a few times as she spoke, as if to show that she could also punch everyone in the church for her master.
"But it doesn't matter. I don't know where the person Kishua asked me to come here to find is."
After saying that, Altluchi turned his gaze back to the body of the Black Winged Prince.
As a pet, Fu Fu knew that her owner's statement was equivalent to saying that this topic was meaningless and could be discussed in any way.
Ji Jun, who had originally fled, should be hiding in Constantinople, the capital of the Eastern Roman Empire. However, the Demon Marshal who was seriously injured by the church after killing Zhu Yue not long ago, appeared in front of her after being away from the world for a hundred years, hoping that she would immediately go to Wales in Britain to find someone who could defeat the church.
However, if Avia knew that the church was able to seriously injure Baoshu Weng, who mastered magic and successfully killed Zhu Yue, he would definitely be very surprised.
After all, that was the Second Law, a magic that could observe countless parallel worlds and travel between them at will. The most basic requirement was unlimited energy, and there were many other abilities besides that...
