How a Reincarnated Warlock Lives – Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Angel and Demon (5)

At the very top of the towering walls.

The High Priest’s strike, as if sucking in and gathering the evil energy of the castle.

The swirling black spear tore through multiple layers of golden barriers as if they were mere paper.

Clearly erupting blood. And the powerful holy power fading along with the dying life.

The protective barrier that Archbishop Hertel-nim hastily deployed after consecutively vaporizing several Liches was of no help.

Thud.

The cracked holy relic, the Staff of Mhallen, rolled powerlessly from the old man’s hand.

“A, Archbishop-nim!”

A beat later, the shouts of the surrounding priests, Holy Knights, and soldiers erupted. Some flinched and retreated with fear-stricken faces, some glared in the direction the magic came from with expressions of rage, and yet others desperately ran towards the collapsing Archbishop.

Rumble.

The priests belatedly cast holy spells, but the black spear that pierced through Archbishop Hertel-nim’s body dispersed like smoke, leaving a strange ripple on the ground.

As if it had fulfilled its purpose.

“Call the priests!”

“Qu, Quickly this way!”

The cries calling for priests for healing. They frantically tore emergency scrolls and poured in expensive potions, but they couldn’t revive the dead.

The Catacomb’s High Priest wouldn’t have launched an attack that left unnecessary variables in the first place.

The black magic that pierced through the holy protective barrier in an instant and ravaged Archbishop Hertel-nim’s aged body.

A powerful and sharp strike. Enough for me, with my considerably demanding standards, to give it a passing grade.

“…”

I lifted my head from the Archbishop who had breathed his last in a gruesome state and looked at the enormous, off-white fortress, said to be made from the bones of giants who lived in the ancient times.

The antique and majestic exterior didn’t quite suit a heretical force, but for some reason, an ominous aura emanated from the castle.

It was probably due to the symbol of the Great Demon that must be somewhere within.

A giant clad in thick armor stood at the very top of the fortress.

The head of the Catacomb. The Cursed Knight.

I knew about the High Priest named Brohaken from the information I’d received from both the Inquisition and the Holy See.

Unlike the three Catacombs that had been hiding underground, harassing the rear of the church until they crumbled before me, the remaining ones maintained their forces above ground due to the confidence stemming from their immense power.

Of course, I didn’t know that much in detail. After all, what the church knew was only superficial.

But even if I didn’t know that much about him, I knew well about the Pachiencia Catacomb.

Five hundred years ago or now, the fact that they were servants worshipping the Demon of Patience remained the same.

“…”

The fact that the High Priest, their greatest and final force, had revealed himself meant that they were cornered that much.

Although I felt sorry for the Archbishop who died from the sudden attack and the Holy See that suffered numerous casualties, the fact that those who served the Demon of Patience had lost their patience was nothing but good news to me.

I looked at the tent I had just emerged from.

Even now, a fierce battle that determined life and death was raging at the front. However, the rear here was also fierce in a different sense.

“Cough—!”

“Ugh…”

The makeshift tent was overflowing with the wounded.

Even in this brief moment I turned my head, soldiers were being transported ceaselessly on one side.

From those simply struck by arrows or spears to those whose bodies were abnormally twisted or melted by the curses of Liches or Black Mages.

But the countless soldiers groaning on the verge of death within the tent were the lucky ones.

The majority lost their lives right there, instead of being transported to the rear or returning.

Of course, it might be better to die instantly on the battlefield without even realizing it, rather than suffering from endless pain.

“More bandages and water!”

“What about scrolls and potions?”

“We’re out!”

The person leading the treatment of the wounded was, naturally, the Saintess. Holy light emanated from her delicate hands, stained with the blood of the wounded.

As if turning back time, the flesh and blood of the wounded with fatal injuries were regenerating.

An effect surpassing any scroll or high-grade potion.

Not only did she instantly dispel the curses of the remaining Liches, but her powerful holy power could even instantly reattach severed limbs if they were brought to her.

In a way, it could be considered a waste of power. But this was the place that suited her the most.

She was the one with the most powerful holy power, but at the same time, she didn’t even know a single decent offensive spell.

The church wouldn’t do anything as insane as sending the Saintess to the dangerous front lines anyway.

While the desperate struggle in the rear continued, no less intense than the front.

Screech!

The surroundings became noisy with a sharp sound.

“Abo, Above!”

“Flying monsters!”

Skeletons poured out from the flight windows that opened throughout the giant fortress.

The cornered Catacomb was also using all their remaining forces.

Whoosh!

The flying monsters, reduced to mere bones and clad in evil energy, launched bone fragments from the air or attacked indiscriminately by plummeting and detonating themselves.

Gargoyles, Wyverns, Griffins, Hippogriffs, and more.

This area also quickly became urgent due to the attacks pouring down from the various skeletons that took flight from the fortress.

“Th, They’re coming this way!”

“Dodge!”

Whoosh!

I looked at the giant Wyvern flying towards the tent as if to self-destruct and raised my hand.

Woooong!

Gabras’ Silver Shield. The large, diamond-shaped shield that appeared in the air blocked the Gargoyle that was ramming its body into the tent with all its might.

Thud. Unable to penetrate the sturdy barrier I had created, the Gargoyle detonated itself as a last resort.

Pabat!

Before the sharp bone fragments that exploded in the air scattered diagonally in all directions.

Drrr. The shield, curved like a hand, instantly embraced the Gargoyle.

—!

There was no explosion. The shield, curved as it embraced the Gargoyle, remained unpierced, and the tent where the Saintess and the patients were located remained unharmed.

“…!”

The transformation of the spell was almost instantaneous. Several Combat Priests who had rushed over looked at me with their mouths agape.

“..Good heavens, by the Gods.”

“I, Isn’t he an Inquisitor?”

Ignoring the priests who were making the sign of the cross and looking at me with a mixture of bewilderment and respect, I ran into the tent.

Now was the chance, while the Catacomb was pouring out all their remaining forces.

“I, Inquisitor-nim!”

The Saintess, who had discovered me entering the tent, looked flustered. I grabbed her wrist and pulled.

“It’s dangerous to stay here.”

“B, But the patients…!”

Looking at the hesitant Saintess, I spoke gently but firmly.

“The best way to reduce casualties is to end the fight quickly.”

“…!”

I continued, looking at the Saintess gazing up at me.

“I need your help, Saintess-nim.”

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There was no longer a distinction between the front and rear on the battlefield.

The front, where a fierce siege was taking place, and the rear, under attack from numerous flying monsters, were both chaotic.

Thump, thump.

At the same time, at the top of the fortress. The streaks of black spears extending from High Priest Brohaken were grinding down the Holy See’s soldiers, dozens at a time.

Screech!

A bone fragment from a monster that exploded in the distance grazed past overhead.

Since I had already deployed a protective barrier to shield myself and the Saintess, there was no damage, but it must have been an extremely violent experience for the Saintess, who was experiencing the battlefield for the first time.

Eek. I nodded reassuringly to the Saintess, who flinched with a small cry.

To be honest, the surroundings, drenched in blood and screams, were not a place where one could say reassuring words, even jokingly, but she followed me, her lips trembling.

Eventually, we arrived at the place where the Archbishop had cast his holy spell a while ago. It was a temporary platform.

This place, engraved with various holy relics and holy spell formulas, not only provided a clear view but also had the effect of amplifying the caster’s magic.

“…”

On the platform, the Archbishop’s bloodstains were still vividly visible, not yet wiped away.

“This place is still… Saintess-nim!”

A Holy Knight who was about to stop me from approaching the platform hurriedly knelt when he saw Sophia.

Needlessly polite.

“Why are you here—”

Whoosh!

Before the Holy Knight could finish his sentence, a giant flying monster landed roughly nearby.

Rumble. The monster, which crashed into the ground as if free-falling, shook its head to shake off the broken bone fragments and roared ferociously.

“How dare this cursed creature…!”

Gritting his teeth at the sight of the skeletal Griffin that had landed near the platform where the church symbol was located, the Holy Knight drew his sword, imbuing it with light, and charged.

We were also running out of options.

The Holy Templar Knight Captain, Michael Termes, was struggling at the forefront with his knights, and the other Archbishop was moving around the battlefield, dealing with the remaining Liches and flying monsters.

I stepped onto the platform.

“…?”

I extended my hand to the Saintess, who was looking somewhat puzzled.

“I’m going to use Grand Magic.”

“…!”

Her eyes widened at my brief explanation. Even though she was unfamiliar with combat magic, she knew the meaning of my words, spoken after stepping onto this platform.

After biting her lip for a moment and looking at my outstretched hand, the Saintess finally clasped it with a determined expression.

The soft hand of the girl, heavily stained with the blood of the patients, was somewhat slippery, but I could feel an incredibly warm and powerful force.

Grand Holy Spell.

Spear of God.

I understood the theory a long time ago, but I hadn’t dared to use it until now because I couldn’t handle the formidable holy power.

Suuu.

I could feel an immense amount of holy power flowing in from the Saintess, who firmly grasped my hand with strong will.

A vast amount of holy power, incomparable to anything I had experienced before, began to pulsate through the circuit I had created.

A spell I had only understood in theory after scouring the libraries of the Holy See and the Inquisition, and never actually used.

But I had plenty of experience using black magic of similar level and power.

Crackle, crackle.

The violently gathered holy power formed the shape of a giant spear and began to be amplified by the magic engraved on the platform.

“Now.”

The Bone Fortress, said to be made from the bones of giants who lived in ancient times, boasted incredible sturdiness and magic resistance.

But even those thick walls, known to have no weaknesses, had a weak point. And that was the gate.

Of course, calling it a weak point was a bit of a stretch, as the gate, protected by all sorts of defensive spells, wouldn’t even get scratched by most destructive magic.

But if it was my magic, channeling the Saintess’ s holy power…

“—!”

A giant spear made of light. Everyone’s eyes focused on its overwhelming majesty, as if wielded by the God of War.

At the same time, the High Priest, sensing something amiss, spread his hands and created a powerful force field, but the spear was already tearing through the air.

Of course, from a general perspective, it was by no means a late response.

“Too late, young one.”

But my magic was faster.

Kwaaaang—!

With an earth-shattering impact that resonated across the battlefield, the gate of the Bone Fortress, which had remained firmly shut despite the attacks of countless priests and siege weapons, was completely shattered and collapsed.

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