Chapter 289
My Villains Episode 289
53. midnight sun(8)
It was embarrassing to shout out a solemn shout to prepare for battle, but the frozen corpses could not climb the wall..
Grumbling
The monastery was engulfed in flames..
As frozen corpses and unreasoning spirits poured in like a flood, a curtain of five-colored brilliance engulfed them in fire..
The zombies climbing the wall and the specters flying from the sky were engulfed in white flames with an auspicious energy. They struggled, scattering sparks everywhere, before turning into a handful of ashes and scattering in the winter wind..
Like insects jumping into a fire, the lowly undead ran and flew without knowing their fate and threw themselves into the sacred world..
In the end, the Seteniora Monastery, the sacred site of the Gwangmyeong Church, became as bright as day due to the curtain of five-colored brilliance and the white-burning undead that touched it..
“I took a torch dipped in sulfur, but it seems it was in vain..”
Conwyer, carrying a magic shield with a steel horn on his back, was fiddling with a short bow and several arrows. It was equipment borrowed from the garrison's armory in preparation for a battle that would be a siege. The condition wasn't that good, but it seemed possible to fire an arrow just below the wall..
“ mockery?”
“yes. Firewood jumps right at my feet. This should be enough for three days..”
I was nursing him with the bundle sitting on a chair in the gatehouse..
The 'fog of decay' emitted as the frozen corpses were destroyed was the result of bacteria, not blood poison or nerve poison, so it was difficult to treat them with blood poisoning techniques. So, I called the monk who was waiting at the watchtower and received treatment..
I caressed Munchi's cheek, where a reddish glow had begun to return thanks to the prayer of purification, and glanced at the sacred barrier that was shaking wildly..
“That's not firewood or anything.”
“Uh-yeah, that's right. They were people once too,”
“No, I don't mean that, I'm saying that those undead are not used as firewood..”
“yes? what is that.”
When my hand touched his lumpy cheek, which was hanging on the chair with his eyes closed, he laughed and arched his neck..
“The fuel for the sacred barrier is not firewood or corpses, but the divine power of the priests in the cathedral..”
“then……
“Every time you burn an undead, fuel is reduced by that much..”
Tsk, Conwyer clicked his tongue and lowered his voice as he glanced around..
“Without the saint, the fuel itself must have decreased. There was a reason why the cathedral knight said that..”
Sir Kabar, the cathedral knight, left the command of the battle at the wall to his subordinate and headed to the cathedral with one of the two monks and some soldiers. It was thought that when the priests' power ran out and the sacred barrier collapsed, a battle would take place there..
Well, I think it was the right decision..
The cathedral is a shelter for the non-combatant members of the monastery, and a place that the dead hate. If the sacred barrier collapsed, the banshees, ghosts, and burning skulls that were currently ravaging the night sky would immediately flock there..
The zombies clinging to the wall, the Dullahan waiting for an opportunity in the back, and the Skeleton Knight have physical entities. This means that you can kill them by swinging a spear knife..
On the other hand, most of those floating in the sky have no physical entity. Even if an ordinary soldier uses a knife, it can only split the air and disperse for a while, but cannot eradicate it..
Therefore, a cathedral knight with strong combat skills and even divine power and a monk with an expert in exorcism are more needed here in the cathedral than in the walls..
“lily!”
I turned around at the sound of a calling voice and saw the three youngest members running up the gatehouse. I left you to run an errand earlier, but it looks like you're back now..
“……Why are you the only ones coming? Heyla and Umberta?”
“He's at the cathedral..”
“to the cathedral?”
Chojang, who was panting and trying to catch his breath, replaced Goleman and the poacher Cabas, and Shea began to explain..
“The lady said it would be better for her to stay at the cathedral than to come here..”
“why‘?”
“that is,”
Shea spoke cautiously with a slightly shocked face..
“More blood will be shed in the cathedral than here……
Hayla is a blood knight like me, but specializes in blood magic rather than combat skills. So, when they go into battle, they never engage in hand-to-hand combat, but fight by using the blood sprinkled on the battlefield to project magical energy..
So, for Heila, it would have been a bit difficult to deal with corpses whose bodies were filled with nothing but rotten bodily fluids..
……But even ghosts don't have blood.?
“more pyra……
Surely you're not planning to collect the blood of victims of ghouls or specters and spread something like the 'Territory of the Blood King'? I don't think the priests will like the scene where the Blood Curtain replaces the Light Veil..
No, it's no reason to worry. Smart Hayla will take care of it..
After thanking the youngest trio for their hard work and sending them back to their original places, Fritz and the dervish with their magic weapons were sent to the cathedral. Originally, I was planning to leave the cathedral to Lord Kabar and the priests and take care of it, but with Heyla there, I couldn't do that..
After some time has passed since Fritz and Dervish left,.
Rumbling-
A curtain of five-colored brilliance fluttered loudly, as if a firework was swaying in a strong rain and wind..
“phoenix.”
“ O ”
Utequai, who had been sitting with his back against the battlement, stood up tall. He clattered, untied his bones, and wrapped the slowly cooling chain around his hand..
The mercenaries who saw this also raised their weapons, and soon the sergeant and his soldiers left behind by Sir Kabar also approached the red wall with a nervous look..
I picked out the morning star.
Every time the sacred barrier shook, the light emitted by the morning star grew stronger. While quietly appreciating the light, I suddenly looked back at the conductor..
“As for the torch, it would be best to light it in advance.?”
14The veteran of Jjambap said, Oops
He made an expression and looked back at the mercenaries and shouted..
“Soon the sacred barrier will disappear! Hold the torch!”
Before the mercenaries even raised their torches, the ghosts hovering above read the shaking of the sacred barrier..
Six, no, seven ghouls flew in at once, emitting black smoke. Roaring, the sacred barrier spewed out light until the end, but the ghouls eventually tore the curtain apart..
The barrier that boasted five-colored brilliance disappeared. An eerie scream filled the darkness of Seteniora Monastery..
Wow!—!
“Huh huh-”
When Bishop Hekabenko, an elderly priest who was kneeling on the podium of the chapel, fell forward, the deacons and soldiers guarding him all shouted, ‘Your Excellency!’ I shouted and ran towards him..
“Kabar, Lord Kabar?”
“Here it is, sir.!”
Supported by the deacon, the bishop looked around with a bloodless face..
The priests who were maintaining the sacred barrier with the bishop were already in a state of fainting. The main door of the chapel, made of walnut wood, had several braces in place, and the colored glass depicting Bible passages was covered by nailed wooden boards and an overturned cart..
Kabard, a cathedral knight, a monk, and about 40 soldiers were guarding the chapel. Looking again, half of the soldiers were monks and the rest were believers staying in the monastery complex. The bishop felt heartbroken..
“……Where is the red knight??”
“I'm protecting the wall.”
“A wall?”
“Yes, one hundred and twenty men will guard the gate, plus his men, the garrison of the Holy Land. Easily pierced-”
Wow!—!
“-“I won’t.” The candle-lit chapel was filled with a cozy atmosphere, but following the eerie screams, a chill slowly set in..
The bishop sighed softly and muttered in a whisper..
“Prince Ulkar, entrusting the defense of the Holy Land to that heretic squire's knight. How did things come to this?.”
“……Sir Phoenix is a trustworthy man and, as rumored, a knight with fearsome skills..”
The middle-aged cathedral knight wet his lips and continued speaking..
“Not only was it not enough to match the death knight who killed two cathedral knights in an instant, he even used a trick to kill the king of death. If you don't trust him, who among the worldly knights will you trust??”
“The problem starts with leaving the defense of the Holy Land to a worldly knight. If Count Martianver's corruption had been recognized and punished earlier, such a tragic incident would not have occurred. I should have been suspicious when he raised his army for business reasons.……
“He is not an ordinary worldly person. Didn’t you receive a revelation from the Holy Son?.”
“Sir, do you believe his story? Dream Fortune Canal tells that absurd story?”
“The saint saw the future through dreams, and conveyed something to Lord Phoenics just before his death. I believe this situation.”
The bishop sat down on a chair covered in thick velvet and sighed..
Kabar added cautiously but confidently..
“And, it was Lord Phoenix who executed Count Martianver you mentioned..”
“It wasn't just that I met an old man in a tavern in the forest who had lost his strength due to the side effects of witchcraft and was driven out, and by luck, I killed him..”
“That might have been a fluke. However, killing the Great Demon of the Salt World that appeared in Modos, defeating the Anuphads blocking the 'King's Road' heading to the south, and cutting off the heads of the witch, the robber baron, and the creeping dragon in South Harbor were all death. It was he who informed the church of the existence of Luke, the king of.”
“Stop, stop..”
Bishop Hekavenko waved his hand helplessly..
“……okay. In fact, I also think he is an unexalted hero..”
“Sir, then.”
“But he ends up being a knight of Ulkar. A follower of someone who disturbs the order of the kingdom. As a cathedral knight, have you ever thought about how big a disaster this would be for the church??”
While the cathedral knight remained silent, screams rang out again from outside. Soon, when the traces of the sacred barrier that permeated the chapel disappeared completely, a group of the dead would attack this place..
“If you win this battle, the Red Knight will become the guardian of the Holy Land, and if you lose, you will become a brave martyr. Ulkar, I can't even imagine how that handsome hypocrite will use this..”
Before Kabar could even open his mouth, Bishop Hekabenko stood up with the support of the deacon..
“It was a long chat. I need to get ready soon.”
“……Yes sir.”
The bishop went up to the podium and encouraged the soldiers who were looking at him..
How important this shrine is, what reward God will give them if they are martyred here, what victory God has promised them.…….
The bishop looked around the chapel, telling an obvious but touching story, and then took a deep breath..
“••••••Huh.”
Bishop Hekabenko lived his entire life as a priest. But the woman who had just come into view was so beautiful that even he was momentarily lost in his thoughts..
The bishop quickly came to his senses and asked a question to the beautiful woman sipping tea with her long ebony hair..
“Why did you say that those who cannot go into battle should hide underground?.”
Kabar answered on behalf of the beauty who slowly put down the teacup..
“Not non-combatants, sir..”
“then?”
“These are the people sent by Lord Phoenics to help defend the cathedral..”
The bishop's eyes scanned the beauty and her surroundings. There were three people by her side..
A large woman wearing heavy armor sitting on a chair and polishing a curved sword, a woman humming a song with a bored expression, and a man with ponytail hair sitting in a rough posture. Everyone looked like mercenaries..
Bishop Hekabenko's eyes fell on her, but the beauty just stared blankly at her and did not stand up and ask for her respect. Well, it was funny to exchange greetings while the outside was full of undead..
“……What a bold woman. Drinking tea in this situation?.”
At the bishop's words, the beauty blinked for a moment and then opened her mouth..
“I drink it because I need it..”
“Because I need it?”
“yes. I have weak courage.”
The bishop burst out laughing at these very confident words. When the elderly priest, who had just been calling for martyrdom in a terrifying tone, burst into laughter, the others also raised their eyebrows..
“Then I guess I should give you a gift for your weak courage. take up arms.”
Hayla, a beauty with black hair, blinked rapidly instead of answering. The bishop burst into laughter this time when he realized that her hands, which were wearing luxurious gloves, were empty..
“Haha, this old man gave her trouble..”
“it's okay.”
After laughing out loud again, the bishop let out a small sigh as he felt the morale gathering in the chapel. And I raised my hand.
“If you say this, they say it's a substitute..”
‘Lord,’ the old priest muttered. The weapons of everyone in the chapel radiated light, pushing out the light from the candlesticks and turning the hall white..
“This is-”
“oh lord.”
‘Soldiers holding ‘sacred weapons’ made the sign of the cross in turmoil..
Watching the scene from the podium, Bishop Hekabenko smiled gently, looking a few years older..
“Let's fight without shame. Until I'm in your arms.”
About 40 soldiers, led by cathedral knight Kavar, prayed and shouted in their own words..
That was when Hayla, who was sitting quietly, finished her last sip of tea.,
Boom!
The walnut chapel door was shattered..
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