181 097. Judgement of the Heretic -3 Part One

Mikael felt a chill run down his spine after listening to the Seventh Imperial Prince’s observation.

The boy must’ve witnessed the might of the Aztal rune, yet he didn’t display a single hint of shrinking back or getting scared by it. He actually stared back at the cardinal as if the latter happened to be a product on sale.

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‘N-no, he’s simply bluffing! Yes, that has to be it!’

Even as such thoughts swirled in his head, Mikael’s mouth had already clamped shut.

The undead army around the boy was screeching out bizarrely.

He had managed to summon an army with over one thousand combatants all by himself. And then, his power allowed him to easily extinguish even the Heavenly Sword…

The Seventh Imperial Prince before his eyes possessed powers that defied all common sense. Without a doubt, him killing Aslan’s king, Rahamma, wasn’t a lie.

But would Mikael be able to kill Rahamma under the same condition?

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After that, the backlash from Amon’s relics would start hitting him hard.

The divinity in his body would be exhausted by then, he’d lose his consciousness, and become utterly defenceless.

Charlotte and the Verdant Cross were here to protect him in such a case, and Alice Astoria was tasked with healing him afterwards, but all of them combined was still inadequate to deal with Cardinal Mikael.

That’s why…

‘…I gotta finish that bastard off inside the remaining fifteen minutes.’

“Kasim Derian!”

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Allen roared out, and Kasim kicked the ground to leap up. The holy undead knights nearby also followed after him.

The group agilely and rapidly climbed up towards the cathedral’s balcony.

Mikael shifted his gaze and stared at the ones appearing in his vision.

“Grant thine blessing on this faithful servant. Bestow thine iron mace to this servant, so that he can…”

Divinity rapidly coalesced on his fist and created a gauntlet of light.

“…Defeat our enemies!”

The fist glowing with divinity smashed powerfully into Kasim’s head.

Divine energy exploded and the golden knight’s neck broke, twisting at a weird angle. At the same time, his body was flung away and crashed right next to the Seventh Imperial Prince before bouncing away like a rag doll.

Allen turned his head and glanced at Kasim.

-Fuu-woo…

The hulking golden knight staggered back up to his feet.

-Ku-ooooooh!

However, a zombie managed to grab a Paladin. The undead shoved the knight’s head aside, dragged his shoulder in, and began ripping into the tender neck flesh.

The Paladin’s throat tore open and blood sprayed out like a fountain.

“Uwaaaahk!”

The Paladin’s eyes shook powerfully. But his shock lasted only for a brief moment; the deeply gouged-out neck was instantly restored to its previous state.

Muscles grew out like feelers around the torn part of the neck, and new skin rapidly covered him. Everything healed perfectly and didn’t even leave behind a single scar.

The moment his pain disappeared, the Paladin kicked the zombie away, swung his sword urgently, and split the head of the zombie apart.

“Oh-hoh…!”

Allen watched this spectacle with great interest.

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Such a wound would’ve been impossible to heal with normal healing magic cast by a regular Priest. What you needed was a spell cast by someone on the level of an archbishop.

Yet such level of magic was being showered on every single living ‘soldier’ currently on the battlefield.

They were receiving the blessing of the sanctuary through the Aztal rune. Even if their throats were sliced halfway open, even if their hearts were impaled, even if their limbs were ripped off… All of them recovered quickly on the spot.

Meaning, unless their heads were completely lobbed off or their bodies were completely ripped apart, they would continuously regenerate to full health no matter what.

Without a doubt, this was the miracle of the gods.

‘An immortal army, is it?’

Not like the walking dead, but instead, living, breathing immortals.

Allen grinned under the mountain goat’s skull.

‘Even after excluding that declaration of sanctuary thing, it still has some pretty substantial abilities, doesn’t it.’

He shifted his gaze over to Mikael.

By using Mind’s Eye to see through the armour of divinity covering the cardinal, the boy prince got to check out the Aztal rune’s properties.

[Aztal rune.

Ability: Will allow its user to resonate with other people and share a portion of the user’s ability. The user will be bestowed with a miracle. If the user declares a holy war, the location will turn into a sanctuary and can bring about various miracles, including the ‘miracle of recovery’, ‘miracle of divinity amplification’, etc.]

“Punish the undead abominations!”

Mikael wielded his spear of light. The horde of zombies in front of him were ripped apart into pieces.

He raised his head to look; after going through the zombies, the next thing to greet him was the skeleton legion.

Mikael chucked the spear at them. The air blew apart as the spear flew viciously, landing on the ground and exploding spectacularly.

The cardinal broke through the skeletons’ ranks and advanced forward. Dozens, nay, hundreds of weapons flew in from all directions, but the goddess’s blessing protected him.

Not a single weapon could touch him and they simply got deflected away.

He kicked the ground and leapt up in the air. He could see the Seventh Imperial Prince riding on a skeleton horse right before his eyes.

“Oh, you foolish imperial prince, time to pay the price for defiling Gaia’s teachings!”

Spears of light materialised rapidly all around Mikael. His aim was the Seventh Imperial Prince’s life.

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(TL: Merry Christmas!)