How a Reincarnated Warlock Lives – Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Angel and Demon (6)

A deafening roar.

The sight of the thick gates, made of black steel imbued with demonic energy, shattering like rotten wooden planks was a spectacle in itself.

The giant spear of light disappeared after colliding with the gates, leaving a large wave in its wake. Hundreds of skeletons caught in the aftermath collapsed, causing cracks in the defensive wall.

While everyone was in chaos from the shock that shook the battlefield, Michael Termes, the Knight Commander of the Holy Templar Knights, quickly regained his composure and shouted, raising his sword.

“Charge─!”

The broken gates. The crumbling enemy ranks.

A seasoned commander like him wouldn’t miss such an opportunity.

Doodoodoo. The knights, following the Commander’s order, rode towards the shattered gates at tremendous speed, and countless infantry followed, surging through the opening like a tidal wave.

And.

“Ah.”

Watching the scene from a distance, I muttered softly, stroking my burning arm.

It’s not as powerful as I expected.

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Despite causing an effect that instantly turned the tide of the battle, I wasn’t quite satisfied.

In my mind, improvements to the arrangement of the circuits and the detailed operation of the Holy Power I had channeled while using the magic just now were instinctively unfolding.

Of course, considering that it was the first time I had used the magic in actual combat, and moreover, it was a very complex Grand Spell and successfully achieved its original goal, it wasn’t a disappointing situation.

Shaking my head slightly with an expression that other priests or mages wouldn’t be able to comprehend, I looked at the Papal soldiers pouring through the open gates.

Now that the thick walls that blocked the charge of the knights clad in thick holy protective shields were gone, the skeletal army of the Pachiencia Catacomb was being pushed back helplessly.

Although the remaining giant monsters, a few liches, and the black mages of the Catacomb were putting up a fight, the tide of the battle was rapidly turning.

Hmm.

I turned my head slightly and looked at the Saintess, her mouth agape.

Somewhat inefficient operation due to not being accustomed to the Holy Grand Spell yet. But despite the enormous consumption of Holy Power, she was fine.

She looked a little exhausted because a large amount of power had been drained at once, but she was looking back and forth between me and the gates with surprised eyes.

Even though I’ve shown some surprising feats so far, it seems she didn’t expect me to be able to use Holy magic of that level.

But as much as she was impressed with me, I was also impressed with her.

To be precise, with the value of the Saintess’ existence.

They say the Saintess herself signifies the existence of God. She, who was fine even after consuming an unimaginable amount of Holy Power, had grown even more than the last time I saw her.

Truly a being blessed by God. A slightly uncomfortable feeling stirred in my heart, but I didn’t show it and spoke to Sophia, who was staring wide-eyed.

“Well.”

Passs. Before I knew it, signals announcing the occupation of light were rising here and there from the grayish-white walls of the fortress.

Now that the overwhelming advantage of the indestructible fortress was gone, the servants of the wicked heretics were no match for the light. At least, not here and now.

“We should go in too.”

I said, looking at her as I stepped down from the platform. It’s too early to be surprised.

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Kwaang!

A giant skeleton shattered into pieces with a roar.

It was the last of the dozens of skeletal ogres that had been valiantly blocking the enemy to fall.

Michael Termes, the Knight Commander, who had split the giant skeleton in half, lightly brushed off his long sword and stepped inside.

The interior of the ancient fortress wasn’t that complicated, and the Papal army quickly occupied it.

Of course, the resistance of the Catacomb was fierce, and there were heavy casualties, but it wasn’t enough to turn the tide of the battle.

If it was a single blow that could turn the tide of the battle, it would have to be something like the giant spear of light that had broken the gates earlier.

Michael Termes sheathed his sword and fell into thought for a moment.

‘……That Grand Spell from earlier.’

It was tremendously powerful. If he had been an ignorant fool, he would have believed it was God’s punishment sent from heaven to judge the wicked heretics.

Was it the Archbishop? Perhaps the two Archbishops who came here joined forces to use it.

Of course, that wasn’t important.

The purification of the Catacomb. The achievement they had failed to accomplish for so long was finally within their grasp.

Michael Termes and the Holy Templar Knights moved to the heart of the Catacomb, the most profound part of the castle, where an ominous aura emanated.

It’s not time to relax yet.

Just as they had broken down the gates of the fortress, the enemy might still have the ability to turn the tide of the battle.

Thump.

A vast hall.

A wicked place reminiscent of a demon’s lair. The Bone Chapel.

In the middle of the place built with countless bones, a knight of gigantic stature was waiting for them.

Fsss.

As if recovering his strength by absorbing the demonic energy that seemed to permeate the entire hall, the man sitting on a chair decorated with bones slowly rose.

High Priest Brohaken.

Wicked eyes gleaming dangerously from between the black helmet stared at them.

A gaze as if searching for someone. He was looking for the one who had cast the Grand Magic that shattered his protective magic and the castle at the same time, but Michael Termes, unaware of this fact, raised his sword and said coldly.

“There’s no escape for you, demon worshipper.”

Fssst. At the Knight Commander’s words, the black smoke surrounding the High Priest wriggled as if in mockery.

“How amusing. I was going to say that.”

Having finished speaking, the High Priest drew his black sword.

Shhhk! Simultaneously with the unsheathing, a black slash flew towards the knights.

But before the powerful black crescent could sweep through the knights, a burst of light flying from behind collided with it and vanished.

Kwaang!

The one who blocked the High Priest’s preemptive attack with Holy magic was a middle-aged man in a purple robe. Seeing him, the faces of the knights brightened.

“Archbishop Palamin-nim!”

The remaining Archbishop. He was a man who had been recognized for his outstanding abilities and had risen to the position of Archbishop at a relatively young age.

He, who had been the most vocal advocate for the holy war to purify the heretics, glared at the High Priest with burning eyes.

Wooong. The high-grade holy relic in his hand, the Blue Rosary of the Holy See, began to emit a bright light.

Knight Commander Michael Termes also aimed his sword at the heretic.

“……”

A standoff of dozens to one.

But the giant knight, undeterred, raised his long, thick black greatsword.

“Come.”

Dddd.

As an enormous amount of demonic energy dwelled in his sword, the powers of both sides collided, and a tremendous explosion engulfed the Bone Chapel.

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The losses of the Holy See were substantial, but the battle was nearing its end.

“S-Saintess-nim!”

The soldiers who were dealing with the remaining remnants of the Catacomb quickly made way for me and the Saintess.

The very end of the battle.

It was the Saintess’ role to purify the conquered lair of the heretics, and it had already been agreed upon that she and I would head to the Bone Chapel.

“This, this way!”

It wasn’t difficult to find the location of the Great Demon’s symbol. The intense energy and the explosive sounds emanating from it could be felt even from afar.

The soldiers and knights who dared not approach the hall, which clearly showed the intensity of the battle, quickly stepped aside upon seeing us.

Some tried to stop us, concerned for the Saintess’ safety, but they soon retreated at her gesture of a faint smile, as if to say it was alright.

Kwaaang!

With another explosion, fragments of black magic flew in. Traces of the confrontation between the powerful figures of the Holy See and the Catacomb, each risking their lives.

But those remnants were blocked by the silver shield that unfolded from my hand and scattered like smoke.

The Bone Chapel filled with bones. What came into my view as I entered the place were traces of destruction.

The corpses of the Holy Templar Knights, most of whom seemed to have breathed their last. And Knight Commander Michael Termes, holding his sword with a dented armor and an arm stained with blood.

The power of the High Priest, who had single-handedly dealt with dozens of elite Holy Knights, was tremendous, but he was not unscathed either.

One arm had already been cut off, armor and all, by the combined attack of the Archbishop and the Knight Commander, and the cursed gleam in his eyes that I had first seen atop the walls had clearly dimmed.

“……!”

Various emotions appeared in the eyes of those who saw me and the Saintess enter.

Archbishop Palamin and Knight Commander Termes looked at the Saintess with a mixture of relief and worry, and the eyes of High Priest Brohaken, holding the black greatsword, stared straight at me, gleaming as if he had finally found the enemy he was looking for.

“……It’s over, heretic.”

Termes, his uniform already soaked in his own blood, ripped it off roughly from inside the damaged armor and spat out savagely.

“……Huh.”

The man looked at each of the four people looking at him, including me and the Saintess, and let out a low laugh.

“All the cursed servants of God have gathered.”

Those present in the hall now were the most outstanding among the Holy See’s forces that had participated in this holy war. Except for Archbishop Hertel, who had already died, and the Commander of the Golden Cross Knights, who had been escorted away due to injury, they were virtually all of the special forces.

Thud.

The High Priest slammed his massive sword into the floor.

Wheek! As if not to give him a chance, Michael Termes’ sword flew in immediately.

Kwajik. His thin, long sword pierced the High Priest’s shoulder area.

“……!”

The Knight Commander’s face showed a slight surprise, as if he hadn’t expected his attack to land so easily.

“……It’s too late.”

Srrr. The demonic energy that had permeated the entire hall began to gather towards the floor where the sword was embedded.

Wheek. Michael, pulling out the sword from his shoulder, swung his arm again, aiming for the High Priest’s neck, but was blocked by a powerful black force field that suddenly appeared.

“……!”

An instinctive thought simultaneously crossed the minds of everyone in the hall.

The last resort.

Something the High Priest had prepared along with his life.

“No way!”

The middle-aged man shouted urgently and pulled something out of his pocket.

A small golden statuette.

Seeing it, shock appeared on the faces of the Knight Commander and the Saintess.

“That’s……!”

“Archbishop Palamin! When did you get that?!”

The Symbol of the Archangel. An object that should have been hidden deep within the sanctuary located in the Holy See.

It was far too dangerous to bring an object that was practically a symbol of the Holy See to the battlefield.

“His Holiness the Pope agreed!”

But if they had anticipated this situation, perhaps no one would have objected.

Archbishop Palamin gripped the statuette tightly to use a powerful Holy Spell.

Passsst.

The altar of the Great Demon located in the center of the hall and the holiness of the relic began to tremble as if colliding.

The gathering of the symbols of two powerful beings in one place was something I was experiencing for the first time.

Kugung.

A massive wave of magical energy. I felt something strange within it.

─!

A trembling hand. Looking back, Saintess Sophia was trembling with fear.

The cursed hall of evil.

In this place, which was not at all compatible with light, a gigantic being was casting its wings.

-Hmm.

A voice of light.

The holy language of ancient Behjant. I was the only one here who could understand those words, pronounced with a completely different intonation and interpretation than they are now.

-Offer your strength, pitiful mortals.

Archbishop Palamin, sensing something strange, looked down at the symbol in his hand.

From the statuette, which he had brought only to block the evil energy and recharge his power, an unbearable energy was felt.

The light emanating from the symbol was casting giant wings on the ground.

“Wait, what is this……!”

Before he could utter his words of bewilderment at the completely unexpected development.

“Kugh─!”

The Archbishop’s body withered in an instant.

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