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I Killed an Academy Player Chapter 113: Erin Danua (3)

Chapter 113: Erin Danua (3)

The​ building we were​⁠ in collapsed from⁠ a single attack.​​ Removing the rubble‍‍ and stone debris,⁠ we stood up​‍‌ from the pile‍⁠⁠ of dust.

“That‌‌‌ just then…”

“That‌‍ was Gerolge’s Doom‌​‌ Bolt.”

“I⁠‌‍ thought he always‍‍​ stayed inside a certain area, though?”‌‌​ I asked.

“There​ are times when⁠‌ something different happens,⁠​ but… this one⁠‌ is definitely a first.”

Even‌ though I was⁠ asking questions about‍‍ the situation at‍​​ hand, I was​⁠​ actually more aware​‍ of what was‌‍ happening right now‍​ than Erin.

Nazrea‍ was a field‍ that gave out​‍‌ repeat quests where‌‍ you built up‌⁠ ‘favor points’ with⁠​ the Grim Reaper​​ and traded them‌‌ for treasures. In​‌​ the game, however,‍ there was a more difficult method‌‌ that allowed the‍ player to build⁠‌‌ the Grim Reaper’s‌ favor level a lot faster.

That⁠​‌ was the so-called‌ Nazrea Nightmare mode.⁠

An‍ infinite resurrection of​ lower-grade undead as​ well as the​ three bosses of​‌​ Nazrea, as well​ as the unlimited‍‍⁠ teleportation of Gerolge,‌‍​ who was usually​ supposed to stay‍‌ in his own‌ area.

That​​ was what this‌ was; a battle‌⁠⁠ against Gerolge, the⁠ True Immortal King.​

“Haa…‍⁠‍ Looks like we‍ picked the wrong‌‍ day.”

In​‌ fact, this was‍ a random high-difficulty​​ quest event that⁠ popped up in⁠‍ the game after​‌⁠ several repetitions of⁠‍ Nazrea. It was‍ only by clearing​‍ this event that⁠ the player could‍​​ freely choose between‌‌ the normal and‌‍​ the nightmare mode.​‌

“Korin.⁠ We are in‍​‌ a pretty place⁠ right now. We⁠ need to find‍ a place to⁠‌‌ hide and come⁠‍ up with a concrete plan.”

“Yes.‍‍​ For now…”

❰Doom‌⁠​ Bolt❱

– KWAAAAAANG!!

****​

◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼————!!​‌

◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼————!!‍‍‌

◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼————!!⁠​‍

Storm,‍‍​ tempest, blizzard.

The‍ torrent of corpses‌‌ filled the ground.‌‍ The howls of​ the dead and⁠‌​ the screams of​ the corpses trembled‌⁠⁠ the city and‌‍ everything in it.​​⁠

A city of 3 days.

The​​ world of the⁠ undead had been‍ following a regular​ set of rules‍​ until now.

The⁠ first rule was‌‌‍ that everything would‍‌ return to the⁠⁠ first day after​‍ the third night,⁠‍ and the second‍ rule was that⁠‌​ the undead of⁠⁠ each region tended‌ to stay where⁠ they were.

Because​ of the ruination‍‍ of Nazrea not​‍ lasting for over‌‍ three days, the‍‍ actors of the‍‍ short and repetitive‌ act had no​ room for any‍⁠​ improvisation.

However,‍ they were clearly​​​ going against that⁠‍‍ second rule; they‌⁠​ were all leaving​⁠‍ the stage.

1.2‍‌‌ million undead.

Human‍​​ eyes couldn’t possibly‌⁠ count the sheer‌‍ number of them,⁠‌‌ and it was‍ therefore not an‌​ understatement to say​⁠ that there were‍ an infinite number⁠⁠‍ of corpses.

“W,⁠⁠‌ what in the‌‍‍ world is going‌ on?!”

A battle priest who​ had been stationed⁠‍‌ at Nazrea, Priest‍‌ Kroos, was appalled⁠‍ at the sight‍⁠​ of all the‍ undead of the⁠‌ area of his⁠⁠ supervision moving at⁠​ once.

He‍ spotted at least‌⁠ 10,000 undead going⁠ in the same​​‍ direction, and so​⁠​ did the other​‌‍ priests of the⁠​‌ Old and New‍⁠‍ Faiths, from the‍‍ several observatory camps‌ that had been​‌⁠ set by the‌ two religions.

‘They‌​ are all heading‍ to the same‍⁠​ place?’

Every⁠‌​ single one of​ them was facing‌⁠​ the same way.‍‌​ They were all​​ headed to the​‌‍ most dangerous area⁠‍ of Nazrea – District A of⁠ the Immortal King.⁠‌

After‍​ evolving into the‍⁠ True Immortal King,‌​‌ Gerolge was gathering​​ all the undead​⁠​ of the city⁠⁠⁠ into one place.⁠

It⁠‌​ was an infinite‌​ wave of monsters;⁠‌ a march of​ 1.2 million undead.‍‌⁠

****​

“Kuhup…!”‌​

“Korin!‌ Are you okay?”⁠‍

“It’s‍ just a little⁠‌​ graze.”

After‍ the ray of​ light devoured the‌​⁠ building, all the​‌‌ debris that managed‌‍ to survive from⁠​‍ being disintegrated was⁠‌ melting from the‌‌‍ heat.

Thanks‍‍​ to his instincts,​‍ it took him‍​ 0.1 seconds to⁠‌ dodge the attack.⁠ It was a wonderful dodge and‌⁠ he wasn’t even‌ hit by the‍‌ ray of light,​‍ but the heat‌⁠ still managed to‍‍ tear at his‍ skin.

That‌⁠‍ was the strongest​ spell of Gerolge⁠ the Immortal King,​ ❰Doom Bolt❱. This‍ magic spell that​‌‍ was as powerful​ as a grand‍​​ spell had the‍​‍ ability to disintegrate‍‌‌ everything in its⁠ linear path.

“I‌⁠‍ wonder what’s stronger‌⁠​ between this and​‌ the Sun.”

“Now’s⁠ not the time‌ for that! There⁠​‍ is another one​‌ coming…!”

– Kwaang!

Down‍⁠ came another Doom⁠‌ Bolt. Korin somehow​ managed to dodge⁠‌ it thanks to⁠ anticipating the attack‍ this time, but‍⁠‌ the aftershock sweeping‍‌ past his body‍ was still as‌ mighty as a medium-grade spell.

The​‌‍ two of them‍​ immediately started racing‌‍ down the back​‍ alleyway of Nazrea​ in an attempt‍ to get away​ from Gerolge’s sight.‍

“In‌​​ this city, Gerolge​ has close to‍‌ an infinite amount​ of mana. He‍​ can shoot hundreds‍‌⁠ of them and​ will still have​ mana until sunrise…!”‍

“Seriously…‍ That’s even more‌ than what Park⁠⁠‌ Sihu had in‌ his prime…!”

“And⁠ who is that?!”‌⁠​

“Just‌‌ a random guy!”⁠‌

Doom‌ Bolt wasn’t the‌‌​ only spell flying⁠ at them. The⁠ Lich was also‌‍‍ using a wide-area​‍‌ attack spell, Black‌ Cloud, and one‍​ that amplified the‌ movements of undead‌ by an enormous⁠‍⁠ margin, the Land‍⁠​ of Death.

Each​⁠‌ and every one​ of those spells​​ were at the​ level of a grand spell, and​‍​ yet he was​‍​ casting them one‌ after another.

It​​‌ was to be⁠‍‌ expected of a great mage from​‌⁠ 300 years ago.⁠‍​ Korin thought to‌‍ himself that it‍‌​ was ridiculous that⁠​ Gerolge’s body was⁠‌⁠ able to keep‍ up with so⁠ much output, regardless⁠‍‌ of whether he‍ had the infinite​ amount of mana‍ supply or not.‌​⁠

“Let’s​ hide for now…!‌⁠ We need to‍⁠‍ aim for a surprise attac—”

“Korin.‌ Under you…!”

Before‍‌ Erin even finished‌ her warning, a rotten corpse sprinted​ out of a building wall.

An‌ undead with a rotten face, melting‌​⁠ eyes, and a disoriented tongue scraped⁠​ at Korin’s chin‍⁠​ with its sharp‍ claws.

“Tch…!”‌

It​⁠⁠ was a medium-level‌‍ undead called Hunter.⁠‌ It was a monster that only‌‌ excelled in surprise‌⁠‍ attacks and Korin‍ could easily deal‍ with one, but​‍‍ the problem was​⁠ that his feet‍ had been forced‍‌ to a pause.‌

– Kugugung…!

“A​​ lightning bolt! Watch‍‍‍ out!”

In​ that split second,​ Erin moved her⁠‍⁠ fingers and wrote⁠‍ a Rune of⁠​​ Defense on Korin.⁠​​ At the same⁠​ time, Hunter dashed‌‍​ at them along​ the complex walls‍‌‍ of the back‍ alleyway.

The‍​​ monster was extremely​ fast. Because of​‍⁠ the AOE buff‌‌ spell, Land of⁠‌​ Death, the monster’s⁠⁠⁠ physical stats had‌⁠⁠ been amplified to⁠​‍ the level of⁠ a semi-Grade 1 demonic beast.

“Kaaaahk…!”​

“You​​‍ might be stronger​⁠ and all but…!”⁠⁠‍

– Slam!

In‍ the blink of​​⁠ an eye, Korin​⁠​ kicked Hunter up‌‍ with his foot.‍⁠ It was a miraculous feat that‌ was only possible‍⁠ because he had⁠​​ read the exact​‌ trajectory of the⁠⁠ monster.

“It’s⁠‍​ still the same‌ pattern as always‌ though!”

Floating​​​ up to the​ air, the Hunter‍‍ was placed right‌ beneath the lightning‌‍​ bolt falling from⁠ the Black Cloud.‍​

– Kugung!

The​ lightning strike turned​⁠ the Hunter into⁠​ ashes and demolished⁠​⁠ the defense spell‌​ that Erin had‍‌‍ carved on his​‍ body. It only‌‌​ managed to buy‌‌ him a split​ moment but that​ was more than​ enough for him.​

Sixth‌​‌ Style, Shura.

Using​ the sudden increase‍ in physical stats,⁠⁠ Korin sprinted out‌ of the range‌​ of the lightning‌⁠ bolt.

– Kwagang!

The​​⁠ lightning struck down‍‍ onto the ground‍⁠ and covered the⁠⁠​ surrounding area with‌‌ its aftermath. The‍‌ explosion of air‌‌ that threatened to‌‍ destroy everything nearby​ pushed Korin’s body‌ away.

Kajik!‍​‍ He crashed into⁠‌ one of the​⁠‍ buildings with his‍ back. He was⁠ about to stand⁠ back up and⁠‍‌ collect himself but​ Erin shouted a piece of advice‍⁠ into his ears.​⁠

“Don’t‍ stop your feet!‌⁠‌ Move in three⁠ dimensions…!”

Following​ her words, Korin‌‍ kicked off the‌ walls of the⁠ back alleyway and⁠ jumped left and‍​ right, and up‍ and down.

– Kwang! Kwaang! Kwagang!⁠‌

“He​ knows where we‍ are way too‌ well. Do you⁠‍ think he has​​⁠ a way to⁠‍ see through walls?”⁠‍

“There​ are hundreds of‌⁠ buildings between us⁠​‌ and Gerolge. Most⁠‌⁠ spells won’t allow​​​ you to see‍ through so many‌⁠​ walls like that!”​‍⁠

“You⁠ mean…”

Soon,⁠​‌ the two of‍‍ them came to‌​ the same conclusion.​‌

““Witchers…!””‌‌

They​ were lowest-grade undead,​⁠ but these demonic‌‍ beasts with bat-like‍ wings attached to​‍⁠ a big eyeball‌⁠ had the power‍ to see through‍​ walls as well‌‌ as the ability‍​ to share their‍​ sight with a necromancer.

There⁠ were thousands of​⁠ those witchers filling⁠‍​ the skies of‍⁠‌ Nazrea, which meant‌ that we would‍⁠ not be able‍ to hide from​​ Gerolge’s sight no‍​‍ matter where we‌ were, as long‍‍ as we were⁠ to stay within​​ the city.

“We⁠‌‌ won’t be able⁠​​ to run away‍ as long as‌‍‍ those guys stick​‍ around.”

“Right…​ In that case,”⁠

Discarding⁠⁠ the plan of‍⁠⁠ hiding themselves, the‍ two of them⁠⁠‍ jumped onto the‍ rooftop of a building.

“Let’s‍ break through from‍ the front,” said​ Erin.

“Yeah.⁠​‌ The undead haven’t​‌‍ really gathered yet⁠​ either.”

Things​⁠ would turn even⁠⁠⁠ rougher over time⁠⁠‌ if they let‍​⁠ the hordes of‌⁠ undead close in.⁠‍⁠ Even in the⁠‌‍ original game, the​‍ only option was⁠​ to kill as‍⁠‌ many undead as​​​ possible while focusing‍ on defeating the‍​ Immortal King.

Since⁠​ there were only​​‍ two of them‌‍ here, they had​ to start before​⁠‍ the large hordes⁠‌​ of undead approached‍‍ them.

“I⁠‍ will be at‍‌ the lead. Stand‍‌ diagonally back from‍​ me, and please​‍‌ maintain a distance​​ of 15 meters.”‌​‍

“An⁠ order from Mr.​⁠​ Disciple, huh. That’s​‍‌ refreshing.”

“Trust‌⁠ me.”

“I‍ will.”

At‌ the same time,‍ the two of‌​ them started a sprint. Dashing in⁠ a straight line,​‍ they aimed for‌⁠‍ Gerolge the Immortal⁠ King. Normally, people‌‌‌ would aim at​‌‍ the one in⁠‌ the lead but⁠⁠ the Immortal King‍ did not prioritize​‌⁠ the young brat.‍‍

– Kwaang!

A Doom Bolt – a black ray​⁠​ of light penetrated​⁠ through the city⁠ towards Erin.

“How​ annoying…”

With‍⁠ a flick, Erin​ rotated her body​ around her spear‌‌‌ like a spiral​ staircase to dodge​⁠​ the ray of​ light. She appeared⁠‌​ like a feline​‍⁠ animal.

In‌⁠​ that split second,⁠‍⁠ she had reinforced⁠ her body with‌‍ a stiffening rune⁠⁠‌ to resist the‌⁠ heat, and had⁠ also used a rune of the‌‌‌ breeze to rotate​​⁠ her body like⁠ a falling leaf.‌‌

That⁠‍ was the reaction‌​ of a proper‍ Rune Mage who‌‌ had access to⁠‍‍ a real arsenal‌‍ of skills unlike⁠‍ Korin who only​ learned bits and​‍ pieces of it.​⁠‍ Seeing her set‍ of moves, Korin‍⁠ was genuinely in⁠ awe.

However,⁠ that wasn’t the‌ end of Gerolge’s⁠ attacks.

– Pababak!

A ray of light​​‍ that had been‌‍ traveling in a linear line suddenly​‌ separated into tens⁠ of little strands.​ In response to​⁠ that sudden divergence‌‍‍ of the spell,⁠⁠ Erin had no‌ choice but to‍​ jump into the⁠​⁠ air.

And‌‍ when she jumped‌ into the air‍‍‌ and was left​‍‍ with no other‌‌ ways to dodge,‌‍ Gerolge fired another​​‌ Doom Bolt.

“Catch​ it!”

That‍⁠​ was when Korin‌‍ threw his silver⁠​ spear at Erin.‍⁠​ The Doom Bolt‍‍ began flying at‌‌ her the moment​⁠ she caught onto‌ it.

At​ once, Korin recalled‌‍ his silver spear,‍⁠ making Erin fly‌​‌ towards him like​ an arrow.

It‌ was something they​ had done tens​⁠ of times in‌ the previous iteration,‌⁠‌ and Korin was‍⁠ fully experienced in​‍⁠ how to play​⁠‌ around Erin.

“Hmm…!”‍⁠

After⁠‍ a short flight,⁠ Erin landed in​​⁠ his embrace as‍‌ a faint flush​​ bloomed in her⁠ cheeks.

“N,​‌ now is not​‌‌ the time for‌ this. It’s coming!”⁠⁠

❰Doom‍​ Bolt❱

“Like,‍‌ did he swallow‌‍‌ an entire dragon​​ or what…”

Right​‌​ when the ray⁠‍⁠ of heat was⁠ about to swallow‌‍​ the two of⁠​⁠ them, Korin released‍‍‍ mana through the‍⁠ Sun.

❰Concentrated‍ Sun: Claiomh Solais‌⁠​ Temporary Activation❱

What​​⁠ came out was⁠​ a tiny sun‌ that was incomparably​ small compared to‍​‌ the one during‍‌‌ the fight against​​​ Dun Scaith, but⁠‌​ that was still‌‍⁠ enough to devour⁠​ every hint of‍‌⁠ heat from the‌​ Doom Bolt.

-…?!!‍​​

No​ matter how powerful‌​‌ an attack, they⁠⁠⁠ were powerless in‌‌ front of the​​ Sun as long‌​ as they contained‍‌​ the power of‍ heat and flames,‍​‌ or so Korin​ thought, but…

❰Re:​ Doom Bolt❱

“Huh?”​⁠‌

It​‍ was immediately followed‍ by a second‍ Doom Bolt, which⁠ was different from‌‍‌ before. The ray​​​ of light was⁠‍‌ much bigger than⁠​ the size of‌⁠ the Sun and⁠⁠⁠ the aftershock of⁠ the radiation pounced‍‌ at him even​ after being affected⁠⁠ by the Sun.‍​⁠

“What​⁠‍ the…”

Korin‍‌ somehow managed to​​‌ dodge the attack⁠ thanks to the‍ physical reinforcement of​ Shura, but that‍⁠ didn’t make him⁠ happy in the⁠ slightest. He was​‌⁠ more focused on⁠​​ the fact that‍‌⁠ his opponent had‌​ immediately modified his‍‍ approach.

“Can’t‍‍ believe he just⁠ modified a spell⁠​⁠ of this degree​‍⁠ in a split⁠‌​ second.”

“Quite​​ different from his‌ usual parade of⁠⁠‍ brute force,” Erin⁠‌⁠ remarked in response.​‍

It‍‌​ seemed that blocking⁠⁠‍ the Doom Bolt‌‌⁠ with the Sun⁠​​ wouldn’t prove to⁠⁠ be effective anymore.‍⁠

– KUAAAAAAAA—!!

Gerolge‌​‌ roared with its⁠⁠ gleaming blue eyes‌‌‍ but it failed‍ to intimidate the​​​ two marching spearmen.‌​‌

Fifth​‍‌ Style, Crumbling Mountain.​‍‌

“…!”⁠⁠‌

The⁠‌ Lich reacted promptly⁠⁠​ to the textbook⁠‌ javelin toss. The‌‍ spear engraved with⁠‍ the Runes of‌⁠​ the Sun and‌ Flames showed off‍‌‌ its magnificent brilliance⁠​‍ as it pierced​ through the darkness‍ of the city.‌⁠​

– Kagang!

However,⁠‍ the spear was‌⁠​ soon forced to​‌⁠ a stop by‍⁠​ a condensed layer⁠​⁠ of tens of⁠ high-grade barriers, backed‍‌⁠ with a ridiculous‍‍ amount of mana.⁠⁠ It was so‌ resilient that it‍ wouldn’t allow most⁠​​ skills to even‌​ leave a scratch.​

Secret⁠‍ Arts of Crumbling‌​‌ Mountain—

The‌‌‌ same place in⁠‌‌ the barrier that⁠⁠ had blocked Korin’s⁠ silver spear was‌‍ attacked yet again⁠‌⁠ by a different​‍ spear of the‍ same color. And​‌ this time, it​‍ led to a different result.

– Kakang!

The​​​ shields shattered. The​‍ Secret Arts of‍‍ Crumbling Mountain, which‍‍ was in a whole different league​ to Korin’s display⁠‌ of the same‌ skill, penetrated through⁠​⁠ Gerolge’s defensive spells⁠⁠ and crushed through‍ his right shoulder​‌ bones.

“Kugh…‌‌ You damn witch…!”​‍

“Your‍ spells might be⁠‌ bigger, but they‍⁠⁠ are still just‍ as sloppy as‍‍ always.”

Erin​⁠​ said while retrieving⁠ her silver spear.⁠ Looking straight into⁠ her eyes, Gerolge⁠⁠ let out a gloomy laughter in‌⁠ his skeleton form.​⁠​

“Hu,‌ hi, ha, hi,‌ haha… Do you‌‌⁠ think you stand​‍ a chance? I have transcended already.​ The infinite mana⁠⁠ of the Moon⁠‍ has sheltered me‍‍‌ under its blessing.”⁠‌​

◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼◼————!!​

Countless​​ corpses were hoarding⁠​ in from all​ sides. There were‌ literally an infinite‍​ number of undead‍ troops, and it‍‌ looked like a scenery straight out​​ of a nightmare.‌⁠

After‌​‍ 300 years of​ a long and​‌ dragged-out animosity, Gerolge‌‍ was elated after‍ finally holding an​‍​ edge above his⁠⁠ long nemesis.

“How‌ high is your⁠ chance of victory?​‌ 10%? 1%? Or‍‍ perhaps 0.1%?”

“100%.”‌

——!!​

Hearing‌‍‌ that overly arrogant⁠ remark, Gerolge turned‌​ his eyes to​ the sky. Descending‌‌ from the sky…‌ was one single‍​⁠ spearman.

“I​⁠⁠ already knew you⁠‍⁠ were aiming for⁠⁠ a surprise attack!”‍

The⁠⁠‌ male spearman had⁠​⁠ suddenly disappeared from⁠‌ his physical sense⁠ of sight, but⁠​‍ Gerolge had been‌‍ tracking his presence​ with all the‍​​ eyes scattered around‌ the city.

The‍⁠ only reason he‌ was pretending to‌​ be ignorant was‌‌‍ because he wanted⁠⁠ to drive a further sense of​ despair into his‌‌ enemies, who were​‌ foolish enough to‌‍ believe that their‍‍‌ surprise attack would‍‍ end in a success.

❰Doom⁠​‌ Bolt❱

He‍‍​ let out the​​ strongest ray of​‍ inkish-black light towards‌ the sky as‌‍‌ it rapidly began‌ flying at Korin​⁠ Lork. Right as‍⁠ it was about⁠⁠ to come into‌​​ contact with his‍‍ body…

❰Claiomh‌​ Solais – Sun⁠⁠‍ Manifestation❱

A sun appeared in‌​‍ the sky.

Super‍⁠ moon. Blue moon.‍⁠​ Blood moon.

The‍​ lands that had⁠⁠‍ been flooded with​⁠ the infinite supply‌ of mana from‍ the moon after‌⁠‍ concealing itself from‍ the presence of​⁠ the Sun was​ placed under the‍​⁠ glorious light of‍‍‍ the dazzling sun.⁠‍‍

“A,⁠ a sun…!?”

A 300-year-long history of⁠ dark nights was⁠‌‍ broken by an‌ incomprehensible descent of⁠ the Sun.

The‌⁠‍ scorching heat of‌⁠ the sun pierced‍‍‍ into the bodies⁠‌ of the Immortal⁠‍ Legion as they‌‍ simultaneously let out‌ a deathly scream.‌⁠

………!!⁠​

………!!⁠​

Everything‍​ started to melt.⁠⁠⁠ Everything was scorched,‍‍ and cleansed.

It‍‍​ was an unbelievably⁠ enormous cleansing miracle‍⁠ that wasn’t possible​‍⁠ no matter how‍‍ many priests were‍​​ to be allocated.​⁠ Before the pure‍ divinity of mother⁠‍‌ nature, those who⁠⁠ marched through the​ nights were unable​ to even last‌‌​ a single second.​‌‍

“This⁠ can’t be! How⁠‍‌ can a mere⁠‌‍ human hold so​‌​ much power…!?”

Gerolge​⁠ noticed after his‍‍ remark that there⁠ were countless Runes‌⁠‍ of the Sun​ and Flames etched​ across the entire‌‍ city. They were⁠ erupting out with⁠ their blazing heat,​⁠‌ which was then‌‌​ being absorbed by‌‌ the Sun.

He​ realized that he⁠ wasn’t the only⁠ one benefiting from‌‌ an infinite amount​ of supply in⁠ energy.

“You​ bastard…!”

The⁠‍‌ Lich poured out‍​ every mana he⁠⁠⁠ could manage to⁠⁠ create a defensive‍ barrier. Normal people​‍​ would praise that‌ to be the‌⁠​ pinnacle of magic⁠‌ after seeing the‍ sheer size, density⁠ and speed of‌⁠ the activation, but‍‍​ right now, his⁠‍ opponent was the⁠‍ Sun.

He‍‌‌ was nothing but​‍ a cockroach placed⁠​ under the mercy​ of shoes.

The‍ dense layer of⁠ mana from the‌‍‌ Moon couldn’t stand​‍ a chance against‍‍‍ the Sun; they​ melted down and‌ were suppressed.

“Ah,⁠ ahh… Uahh… Thi,‌⁠ this can’t be…⁠​ WITCHHH…!”

He⁠ screamed and retaliated‌ like a lunatic.‍​ His life vessel‍‌ that he formed‌​ by compressing the‍‍ mana of the⁠ moon and his‍ immortal bones that‍‌⁠ should be able‌⁠‍ to regenerate more‍ than 10,000 times‌⁠‌ started turning to‍ dust after coming‍⁠⁠ in contact with‌⁠‌ light. It was⁠⁠⁠ an inevitable concept​​ and principle of⁠⁠‍ the world.

It​⁠‍ was an absolute‍‍ and conceptual rule,‍‍ and even a Lich at the‍​⁠ level of the⁠⁠ Immortal King couldn’t‌ stand before it.‍

1.2​​‍ million undead of‍ Nazrea as well‍‌ as the city‍‌​ itself started turning‍⁠‍ to ashes and​ returning to dust.​‌

“The​‌ Sun is a complete counter against​ every undead. It‍ doesn’t matter whether⁠‍​ you are the⁠ Immortal King or​⁠ not; you stand‌​‌ absolutely no chance.”‍‌

300‌ years. 1.2 million​‌‌ evil souls… None‍​ of that was​‌ able to even‍ contend against a star.

That‌‌ day, a sun‍​​ descended onto the​ earth and swallowed​ every hint of​ darkness, leaving behind‌‌ not even a speck of a shadow.

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Grand‌⁠‌ Chapel of Zeon,‍ Audience Chamber of​​⁠ the Saintess.

The⁠ 1st Princess of⁠ the El Rath⁠‍⁠ Kingdom and the​⁠ Saintess of the​ New Faith, Estelle⁠ Hadassah El Rath,​​⁠ was confused by‌‍ the priest who​‍ had rapidly come⁠‌ seeking for her.‍‌

It​ was just 30​⁠⁠ minutes when she​​ heard the news​‌‍ of the Holy⁠⁠‌ Knights and Battle‌⁠‌ Priests rushing to​ the Pope. It‌ seemed that it​​ was such an‍⁠‌ important matter that​ she had to‍ take charge over⁠ it.

“Tell​​‍ him to come‌‍‌ in.”

A priest walked in​ through the opened‌ doors. Without the⁠ normal dignity of⁠‍‍ a priest that‍​ they were educated​‍‍ to maintain, the⁠‌‍ priest walked down⁠ the red carpet​⁠ with a set⁠ of rushed and‍ impatient steps.

He‌ was a priest‌⁠ whom Estelle was‌ familiar with.

“Priest​‍ Kroos? I believe‍‍‌ you were stationed‍ at Nazrea, is​ that correct?”

“Yes,‌ Esteemed Saintess… I am Kroos from​​ the 3rd Holy‌⁠ Knight Squad. O Starlight of the‌​ New Faith.”

As‍⁠​ always, he was‍ well-mannered and very​⁠ polite but he‌ seemed unbelievably shocked;​‍⁠ so astonished that⁠ his lips were⁠‌‌ trembling without a stop.

“I​‍‍ heard you rushed​‍ here using the‌‌ fastest wyvern. Did‌‍ something happen?”

“I,⁠ it was cleansed.”​‌

“Cleansed?”​

“Nazrea…​‌​ the city of⁠ a million undead…‌⁠​ was cleansed over‌ one night.”

“That‌⁠ can’t be…!”

That‍‌ shocking news made⁠‌ Estelle shoot out⁠⁠‍ of her seat.​⁠

Nazrea‍ had been a source of a long-time nuisance for⁠‍‌ humanity. It didn’t‍​‌ cause them any​​ harm, but they​‍ were a bit⁠ reluctant and afraid‍‍ to leave it‌⁠ be.

Every​⁠ kingdom of this‌ continent had been​‌⁠ on the same‌‌ page only when‍⁠⁠ it came to‍‍ the desire to‍‌⁠ wipe out the‌ city of 1.2‌⁠ million undead and‌ the Immortal King.‌​‍

Despite⁠ several crusades of​ knights and priests,‌⁠​ Nazrea had remained‌​ contaminated forever. No‍⁠ matter how many‍‌ corpses they were​‍ to cleanse and‍⁠ scorch, that horrendous​ nest of demonic⁠ beasts tended to‍⁠⁠ bring them all‌‌ back from the​ dead in just‍ 3 days.

Who⁠‌⁠ could possibly clean‍ a place like‌ that over a single night?

“Tell‍‌ me the details⁠‌‌ please. What exactly‍​ happened there?”

“…A​‍ sun. W, we‌ witnessed the true⁠‍‍ Sun.”

A radiant and glorious⁠​​ light of the‌ Sun had dazzled‌ down on the⁠​ entire city, removing⁠ every form of‌ impurity from the⁠‍ city of the‍ dead. The priest‍​ testified that it‍ looked ever so‍ holy yet frightening​ like he was‌ witnessing a divine‍ punishment.

“…Good‌⁠⁠ work, and thanks‌ for your report.‌‌ You deserve some‌ rest.”

After‍​ dismissing the priest,⁠ Estelle plunked down‍‌ on her chair.​ Normally, she would​⁠⁠ have been scolded‍‌​ by the nearby​⁠​ sisters for the‍⁠ frivolity of the⁠ action, but they⁠​ were just as​ stunned as her​‌‍ and did not⁠‌ have the room‌​ to point anything​‌⁠ out.

“It’s‌​⁠ good news for‍​ humanity… to have​‌‍ Nazrea cleansed but…”‍‌​

The‍ question was why.⁠ Why now? And⁠ who did it?‍

Besides,‍ how could there‍ be such a divine power that​​ could let one⁠‍⁠ cleanse the evil‍ and demonic nest⁠ called Nazrea? 4 years ago, she​‍⁠ had visited the​ city and had‌ carried out a ritual but in‌ the end, Nazrea‍​ returned to its​ original form after‍ 3 days.

Even‌‍ the powerful Saintess,​‌‍ who was said‌ to be the​​ strongest saint of​ all times, had​‌‌ been unable to⁠​​ cleanse Nazrea, so‍‌​ who in the‌​ world could it‍⁠⁠ have been? Who‍ could possibly have⁠​⁠ so much divinity​ in them?

“Ronya.”‌‍‌

“Yes,​​​ Saintess.”

“We⁠‌⁠ need to look‌ into it. We‍‍⁠ need to find‌ out who cleansed​ Nazrea.”

“I​ will immediately have⁠ the observers moving.”‌​

Because​ of the special​‌‍ traits of Estelle​⁠ the Saintess, and‌‌‌ thanks to the‌ absolute power of​ her prayers, Estelle‍‌⁠ herself did not‍‍ need any guards.⁠

After‌​‍ all, she did‌​⁠ not need the​‍ help of other​​ people to protect⁠​ herself.

Therefore,‍‍⁠ instead of keeping⁠ her bodyguards there​⁠⁠ just for the⁠‍ sake of having⁠⁠​ them, she moved​ them around the⁠‍‍ continent as informants‍ to gather and⁠‌‍ analyze all sorts⁠‌‌ of information, and⁠‍ her plan was‌​‍ to utilize them‍ to find out⁠ the identity of⁠ the saint who​⁠ cleansed Nazrea.

“Please⁠‍​ make it quick.‌ My adorable little‍​ sister… is probably​ on the move‌‌ already.”

“The…⁠‍ 2nd Princess?”

“And⁠‌ it will be‌⁠‌ a big problem​ if the Tower‌ or the Old‍‍​ Faith gets hold⁠​ of them.”

“Yes,⁠⁠​ Saintess.”

Watching‌ the sister leave​‌​ the audience chamber,⁠ Estelle let out‌‌‌ a long sigh​ on top of‌ her throne.

“Looks⁠‍‌ like there will⁠‌ be a big​⁠⁠ turmoil this year.”​‍

She⁠⁠ wasn’t the only⁠​​ one with that⁠​​ idea. The entire‌‍ continent was about​‌ to enter a period of unrest.‌⁠‍

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