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Chapter 103: You’ve Pushed Me Too Far, Old Man

Behind Simon, faintly appeared wings of light.

That was the Holy Light power only four Cardinal Bishops could wield, granted by the goddess herself.

The sacred aura shredded the darkness, like a guiding star for everyone.

However, Julius was already prepared, raising his hand to summon a magic array.

A hurricane whirled, and a giant dragon spread its wings.

Covered in rotting flesh and surrounded by eerie white flames, it roared as it charged at Simon.

The contrasting figures of light and darkness tangled in high skies like shooting stars, a truly spectacular scene.

Let’s be real; even commoners and average extraordinary beings rarely witnessed such shocking high-level combat, and the crowd gasped at the heart-pounding power.

“The Archbishop’s making a move!”

“[Intelligent Angel] won’t lose to the cultist’s heresy!”

“Hail the Holy Light! Humanity will prevail!”

Meanwhile, Roy’s face turned grim.

Necromancers are known for commanding multiple equally ranked undead creatures in battle. The corpse dragon seemed strong, but it had just barely entered Sequence 4, clearly not the full strength of this cultist.

But Simon was caught up with just a single undead dragon and couldn’t break free?

What’s going on?

Isn’t this high-level a bit weak?! Great at scheming, but this is their fighting skill?!

Indeed, confirming that Simon couldn’t take care of the situation below, the cultist sneered and waved his hand again, sending the undead army charging in.

“Engage!”

“Protect the civilians!”

“Wait, don’t go over there…!”

If it were the kingdom’s knights, a single glance from Roy would have halted them. But the zeal of the church’s believers exceeded Roy’s expectations.

Lost in their absolute trust in the Archbishop, with a few candidates for sainthood leading the charge, knights from White Harbor and temple knights all drew their swords and surged forward.

With the blessing of the Holy Light, stopping the undead army was not difficult.

But high-level extraordinary beings are not something mid-level ones can match.

Oroya raised his hand, and an arrow exploded with starlight.

However, this strike of Holy Light that could pierce through castle walls was effortlessly crushed by the cultist’s eerie blue eyes.

Vissalia swung her spear, but before she even got close to the old man, the ground beneath her feet jutted upward. A high-ranking ghoul clawed at her, pushing her back.

Levi held his sword with both hands, shouting excitedly.

The shattered sword heart didn’t mean all was lost.

Using battle to sharpen his sword and regain glory was the crucial path for many swordsmen to rise back to their peak.

Just watch, timid Roy Ainbrad!

While you’re too scared to move forward, I will surpass you!

For a moment, he seemingly regained his former pride and actually managed to unleash a sword energy.

But this full-power strike was nothing more than the most ordinary [Holy Light Slash].

Julius didn’t dodge, instead taking the hit with keen interest, the eerie white mist around him naturally moving forward to easily neutralize the blow.

“Oh? Not bad for a talent.”

“I just love these arrogant kids who don’t know their own worth.”

The old man curled his lips, a sinister smile reminiscent of a haunting wind from the underworld, a terrifying extraordinary aura sweeping across the battlefield and freezing everyone’s movement.

“Didn’t the elders of the church teach you to respect your elders?”

The next moment, the old man struck.

The aura of a high-level extraordinary being was no longer just simple might; it didn’t merely condense extraordinary power into a substance but also possessed unique extraordinary properties.

Beneath this terrifying pressure, whether it be the knights guarding White Harbor or the proud temple knights, none dared to retaliate, from the candidates for sainthood to their attendants.

Countless ghostly hands surged from the ground, engulfing Oroya and her group of ranged priests led by her.

Vissalia’s knights struggled to advance, but were firmly suppressed by the endless wave of ghouls.

“Damn it! These ghostly things, don’t come over, stay away!”

[Eye of Light] no longer held its past nobility, hurriedly striking down the surrounding ghostly hands only to be grabbed by more, pulling her hair and binding her waist, restraining her limbs.

She didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed by her disheveled appearance, only to see many priests forcibly torn apart, the horrifying splatter of blood shocking her to the core.

The battlefield she experienced had always been one where the church enjoyed absolute superiority, with countless expert elders backing them up; she had never witnessed such a scene.

On the other side, Vissalia wasn’t faring any better.

Her indestructible mithril armor couldn’t withstand the corrosive powers of the high-ranking ghouls.

Each high-ranking ghoul held Sequence 7 strength, and just three or five attacking together left Vissalia only able to endure hits.

Meanwhile, more knights were being disemboweled by the relentless ghouls, brutally ravaged.

The river of blood scene undoubtedly jolted the crowd, who thought they were safe under the Archbishop’s might.

The church wasn’t even a safe haven.

The crowd screamed and dispersed in panic, only to find they were surrounded by creeping corruption.

Only Levi remained there facing Julius.

Countless civilians looked on in hope towards the sword saint’s direct disciple, the first prodigy of the Eastern Continent, once the strongest holy attendant.

However, Levi was drenched in cold sweat, his grip on the sword trembling uncontrollably.

“What’s wrong? Not going to draw your sword?”

Ignoring Levi’s mithril long sword, Julius’ gaze was solely on the holy sword.

The pinnacle of extraordinary armaments was capable of slaying demigods.

Especially with the Holy Light’s inherent attribute suppression, Julius was both cautious and intrigued.

“Kid, let me see just how much power you can bring out of that sword.”

With his eerie blue eyes slightly narrowing, the old man smiled pleasantly: “If you don’t entertain me, I’ll just kill you.”

More terrifying than the extraordinary aura was the murderous intent emanating from a high-level extraordinary being.

Levi felt invisible hands choking his throat tightly, unable to breathe at all.

For a mid-level to resist a high-level, one needed the courage that transcended the biological instinct to fear death.

But he ultimately couldn’t muster it.

“Don’t… don’t come over! I can’t die here, I can’t die!”

Levi suddenly dropped his sword, turning tail and fleeing with astonishing speed, disappearing from sight.

Julius was taken aback for a moment before bursting into laughter.

“Bwahahaha! What a sword saint’s disciple! Not even daring to draw your sword, today truly opened my eyes!”

“Damn it, Levi, are you still a man?!” Oroya, trapped by ghostly hands, spat in disbelief.

Vissalia’s face turned ashen, filled with disappointment, humiliation, and profound despair, inwardly cursing him as a coward.

In reality, everyone knew a mid-level, shattered sword heart Levi could never match a cultist, but watching him flee like a scared dog still crushed their last morale.

“Useless. This level doesn’t even fill time….”

Julius shook his head in disappointment, shifting his gaze deep into the church.

The side show was over; it was time for the main event.

Hehe, while the blood of the False King is nice, there are even more valuable prey at hand, aren’t there?

But the next moment, flames flew, and pure water emerged.

A sharp ray of red flame shot heavenward, slicing through the ghoul before Vissalia in half.

Pure water poured down like raindrops, swallowing the grotesque ghostly hands surrounding Oroya, and healing her wounds.

A black-haired young boy stepped resolutely from the chaotic battlefield, confronting the cultist commanding the countless undead.

“Time to change opponents, old man.”

 

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