169 091. The Inquisition of the Seventh Imperial Prince -2 Part One

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The Priests sent in by the Church of Caiolium were secretly performing religious work on the streets of the capital city, Laurensis.

They stayed in the slum districts to heal the sick and provide provisions, as well as drinking water to all comers.

The poor with no hope for the future were getting swept up in the words of the Priests extending hands of salvation towards them.

“The Seventh Imperial Prince, responsible for attracting war and plague to our lands is…”

The Priest from the Church of Caiolium suddenly detected something and immediately stopped preaching. He raised his head up and looked around.

“Lord Priest?”

Countless citizens of Laurensis could be seen filling up the main street. They stood there unmoving with eyes wide open in a dazed stupor.

Because there were too many people here, the Priest couldn’t see the front of the crowd. The devout believer of the Church of Caiolium pushed, pulled and shoved his way past the stupefied crowd.

“You! Get out of the way! Out of my way, now! How dare you block my path! Move out of the way!”

Although he roughly shoved people aside, no one voiced their displeasure. No, they simply stood around in a daze, continuously staring at their front.

The Priest from the Church of Caiolium felt his suspicion grow only larger and continued to dig past the crowd. He eventually emerged past and stepped into the front.

And when he did, his brows shot up instantly.

Boom-! Bang-! Boom-! Bang-!

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The first thing he heard was the constant rhythmic beating of the war drums. Then he saw the heavily-armoured legion marching forward in perfect sync to the drum beat.

A contradictory and seemingly impossible miracle was happening right before the Priest’s eyes at this very moment.

“Oh my goddess, this… isn’t this?!”

The Priest hurriedly raised his head.

A bone golem at least three metres tall, and a giant stone statue around five metres tall were walking along with the legion.

Tall shadows cast by them loomed over the Priest’s head. The ground beneath rumbled as the imposing giants trudged forward.

The Priest lowered his gaze towards the ground once more.

Fifty or so skeleton mages were raising their staves in unison before slamming them down on the ground.

A powerful aura of divinity spread out rapidly from the staves.

They were casting a healing spell. Not some simple spell meant for one specific target, but a truly indiscriminate wide-area spell that targetted everyone in the range.

The citizens in the surroundings were being healed. From the smallest injuries to even plagues, every physical illness imaginable was being cured and driven away.

As divinity continued to spread around, the Priest from the Church of Caiolium sensed a miracle taking place within him.

His faith which had withered away so long ago began echoing louder and louder as divinity continued to writhe all around him.

However, not one person present dared to call that figure a devil worshipper or the devil incarnate.

Instead, his bizarre appearance only seemed to magnify his greatness.

The holy aura and splendour befitting a king; the commander leading forth the goddess’s divine army…

How should one go about describing such a person?

A Saint? The proxy of the gods? The undead sovereign?

No, none of those.

What he actually was…

“…The divine king.”

The Priest’s mouth opened all on their own.

He cried out at the top of his voice.