182 097. Judgement of the Heretic -3 Part Two

Dozens of spears shot toward the boy prince.

“Truly excellent, Cardinal Mikael.”

However, the spears of light were penetrated cleanly through by rays of light and dissipated out of existence.

Mikael’s brows shot up high as he glared at the Seventh Imperial Prince.

The twelve bone hands extending from the boy’s back held a colourful array of musket rifles, all of them trained on Mikael’s figure.

[Skill, ‘Spread Shot’ has been applied.]

[Skill, ‘Snipe’, has been applied.]

[Skill, ‘Burst Fire’ has been applied.]

‘That was dangerous!’

No matter how stupendous the recovery ability of the rune was, it still wasn’t complete immortality.

The more his flesh was damaged, the more his mind got devastated, and eventually, his soul would become too damaged to be repaired.

If that kept up, just one slip-up could make it impossible to recover from the wounds.

Mikael looked at the Seventh Imperial Prince.

“Truly amazing, Mikael. Allow me to express my respect towards you.”

The Seventh Imperial Prince let out some words of appreciation. He even applauded sincerely. However, the baptism of holy bullets didn’t stop.

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An unending series of gunshots rang out from the muskets’ muzzles.

Mikael quickly offered another prayer when more of these bullets made out of divinity flew in his way. A barrier consisting of divinity materialised before the cardinal and blocked the projectiles.

Sure, some part of them was due to the amazing power of the Aztal rune, but Mikael’s own strength also had shot way past the level of your average clergyman a long time ago, and had stepped up to a new realm.

Allen’s eyes narrowed to slits.

Honestly speaking, he wanted to observe for a little while longer, but he didn’t have a lot of time remaining.

“I only have around five minutes remaining, so…”

In that case…

“Why don’t I add one more thing?”

The Seventh Imperial Prince extracted Amon’s grimoire. He only activated its option of amplifying divinity and nothing else.

But that simple action was enough to boost the destructive powers of the muskets by another level.

As for the location she was suspected to have escaped to…

It was the kingdom of the knights, a close neighbour to the empire.

The kingdom of Lome.

Kelt slowly leaned his back on the throne. “The rebels of Lome are apparently providing her with a safe haven, is that it?”

He raised his head and stared at the nobles in the imperial audience chamber before him. His eyes focused on the person standing in the middle of them, the man was currently being showered with their attention – he was the First Imperial Prince, Luan Olfolse.

As this occasion was all about having an audience with the Holy Emperor, one was expected to suppress their emotions to the best of their abilities, but at least this time, Luan remained true to his feelings.

Veins were bulging on his forehead. He was clenching his fists so hard that his nails broke the skin, and blood was seeping out.

Kelt felt reassured by that sight as he knew what Luan was going through in his mind. Since his first grandson was itching to get revenge for his mother’s death, he’d surely be able to take care of this matter properly.

“You are hereby given permission to capture her. However, if she resists, then you’re also permitted to summarily execute her. Capture her, bring her here, and then…”