179 096. Judgement of the Heretic -2 Part One

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The pulsing drumbeats resounded out. Banshees were singing the sacred hymns. Their gorgeous Spirit Speech caused the souls of the clerics in the surroundings to resonate and fall into a state of trance.

The aura of divinity that even managed to change the hearts of the priests belonging to the Church of Caiolium was now spreading and echoing within the cathedral now.

However, there was one crucial difference this time.

What’s being sung was no beautiful, calming melody filled with love and mercy. Only clear ‘hostility’ emitted by the divine legion permeated the song.

The clerics of Caiolium could clearly sense that. And that was why they were swallowing back their dry saliva.

The divinity inside their bodies were trembling. Their emotions were taking a hold of them to such an extent that they became lost in their fear and began stumbling backwards.

From the top of the palisades, they could see.

Kasim Derian, who was leading the holy undead knights, opened his mouth.

-Ah, aaah…

He exhaled breaths made out of divinity. A content smile floated up on his lips.

A wonderfully peaceful feeling was washing over the berserker. He never had experienced such a warm, inviting rest before in his life.

This was salvation. This was the reward for his steadfast belief. This state was his wish, born from his bottomless piety, being answered.

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By dying, he had been reborn. Reborn as a soul of divinity materialised through piety itself.

His ardent wish had finally come true. No, wait – not all of his wishes had come true just yet.

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Kasim’s eyes shifted. His gaze landed on the so-called believers of the Church of Caiolium.

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They disgusted him so much. What a bunch of rotten and corrupt beings they were.

BOOM-!

The air expanded. It compressed for a moment and suddenly exploded forward. The blades of wind violently flew out and mercilessly collided against the palisades.

The clerics’ eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets. They hurriedly took a look below at the palisades they were standing on, only for huge explosions to go off at the same time.

The palisades, which were about ten metres tall, exploded and crumbled like a sand castle. Sharp wooden shards impaled the heads and bodies of their unfortunate victims.

“Uwaaaahk!”

“H-healer! Save me!”

The Priests urgently tried to rush towards the scene, wanting to save their colleagues, but then…

Boom-! Boom-! Boom-!

That man was totally different from all the other clerics here; never mind not being corrupt or unfaithful in his heart, his piety was pure and not stained by a single speck of uncleanliness.

Such a thing came across as quite surprising to the boy prince. How could the leader of such an organisation mired so deeply in corruption, misconduct, and political greed be this clean?

That man… he genuinely believed his ‘justice’ was the correct one.

He wished to establish a new religious view that he believed to be the truth, and lead this flock of corrupt clerics there. That man had not a shred of evil intent in him.

If one judged solely on the attributes alone, then Mikael’s piety and his devotion towards the goddess exceeded those of even Archbishop Raphael.

Wasn’t this truly ironic?

To think that such a man was now the enemy of the Theocratic Empire.

However, the fact remained that he had crossed a line. He had provoked an existence that he should never have provoked in the first place.

“Kill them.”

The Seventh Imperial Prince pointed with his finger. When he did, the legion of undead screeched out and dashed forward.

The opposing Paladins roared out loudly.

“Shiiiields-!”

Countless shields were raised up to form a barrier.

“Piiiikes-!”

Next up, lengthy spears were pointed forward.

The living Paladins breathed heavily from under their helms and from in between the shields.

They were coming. The knights shining in light – the holy undead knights and the one leading them, Kasim Derian – were coming…!