Chapter 251

Chapter 251

[Translator – Peptobismol]

“I am Archbishop Alon Mondre. Your reckless defiance ends here.”

The elderly man, who introduced himself as Archbishop Alon Mondre, stepped forward. His dark blue beard and hair flowed as if drawn from the depths of the ocean. His piercing, cold eyes showed no sign of softening despite the passage of time.

Standing tall and staring at the two men, Alon radiated an innate nobility. His neatly trimmed eyebrows and overall demeanor gave him a resemblance to Shullifen.

Ronan, examining him from head to toe, finally spoke.

You seem quite strong.”

“I don’t think I’m weak, even by my own standards.”

Alon replied, glancing at Shullifen briefly. With a sigh, he continued.

“Especially compared to the younger generation these days.”

“Wait a minute. You’re

Shullifen’s eyes widened suddenly. His usually composed eyes were now wide open. The cultists gathered at the edge of the tower began to stir.

“Archbishop! There’s no need for you to intervene. We can handle this

“Is it because I didn’t need to intervene that things have reached this point?”

Alon gestured to the surrounding corpses. The man who had spoken fell silent.

It was too late for maintaining appearances. The contrast between the white robes and the red blood was stark. Alon clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“You’re just in the way. Get down from here. Today is just the day to welcome the First Star; there’s still time before the important day.”

“Yes, yes! Understood!”

The cultists at the edge of the tower began to flee one by one. They looked like rats escaping a sinking ship. Ronan couldn’t help but laugh.

“Who said you could leave?”

He was beginning to feel like they were treating him like a park bench. Gripping his sword, Ronan swung a wide slash. Swoosh! The crescent-shaped sword energy split into hundreds of projectiles.

“Gah!”

Each projectile was deadly. One of the cultists raised his hand. The Protection of the Stars, shimmering strangely, formed a barrier.

However, Ronan’s sword energy tore through the barrier. The cultists, facing imminent death, screamed their last words. In that instant, Alon’s figure disappeared and reappeared between the two men and the cultists.

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Ronan’s eyes widened. Alon held two blue swords, one in each hand. As Alon’s arms blurred, a sound like crashing waves filled the air. Slash! The sword energy aimed at the cultists exploded mid-air.

“You can’t just kill my subordinates at will.”

“Damn it.”

Ronan, briefly stunned, swore. This time he saw it clearly. The old man didn’t use any trick to take Shullifen’s sword.

Alon’s speed was beyond perception, allowing him to intercept and slice through Ronan’s sword energy. His rapid intrusion wasn’t unnoticed; he was simply outrageously fast.

‘That sword technique... Where have I seen it?’

One strange thing was the familiarity Ronan felt with Alon’s technique. Where had he seen it before? As Ronan pondered, Alon continued speaking.

“You really do ignore the Protection of the Stars. It’s hard to believe even while witnessing it.”

Who are you, really?”

Ronan asked. No matter how strong an archbishop, this was too much. Was he also a dragon? Alon ignored Ronan’s question and continued to speak on his own.

“But I’m grateful for your existence. It’s a wake-up call for the followers who grew complacent, relying too much on the powers granted by the Great Star. Though it might be a little late.”

“I asked, who are you?”

“What should I say... The blessings and powers of the stars are like luxury items. They make things easier without dealing with the hassle. It’s rare to find something as irritating as a paper cut while handling documents.”

“A paper cut?”

“Yes. It’s just as stiff and bothersome as actual paper. Uselessly tough, annoying to handle, and if you’re not careful, it can cut you.”

A vein throbbed on Ronan’s forehead. This man, who dodged Ronan’s question and spouted nonsense, definitely deserved to die.

Ronan gripped his sword. Boom! Suddenly, Alon’s figure distorted. Ronan, sensing danger, raised his sword.

“This is quite a bargain, isn’t it?”

“Ugh...!”

“How pathetic that this is the future of Garcia. Farewell.”

Alon finished speaking. Shullifen twisted his lips. Just as the blue sword was about to pierce his abdomen, a crimson light resembling a sunset suddenly flashed behind him, pulling Alon backward.

“What

“You didn’t see that coming, old man.”

Alon turned his head at the voice in his ear. Ronan, who had been standing more than ten paces away, was now right in front of him.

Alon’s eyes widened. Though he didn’t understand what had happened, there was no time to figure it out.

Both Alon and Ronan swung their swords simultaneously. Shlick! The sound of rending flesh echoed as Lamancha drew a red line across Alon’s chest.

“Gah!”

Alon gasped. Blood spurted onto the ground as Ronan found an opening and pressed his attack. However, Alon hastily retreated, avoiding a fatal blow.

Though he managed to evade a killing strike, he still sustained considerable damage.

“How does it feel to be cut by paper, huh?”

“You

Ronan smirked as he met Alon’s gaze. Clippings of Alon’s beard floated down like fallen leaves.

Blood gushed from the wound on his chest. Alon’s perpetually composed face was now twisted like that of a demon.

Holding back his aura to surprise Alon had been a good decision. Wiping the blood from his mouth, Alon nodded.

“Indeed... I must admit my mistake.”

“No more posturing. You’re finished.”

Ronan spun his sword in a circle. For swordsmen of their caliber, a battle could be decided in an instant.

And this was such a moment. Ronan knew from the feeling transmitted through his sword that Lamancha had cut through Alon’s internal organs and several bones, and in very critical areas.

He felt a stinging gaze pricking his cheek. Ronan spoke.

“Don’t look at me like that, man. He’s not someone you can beat alone.”

Hmph.”

Shullifen readied his stance without a word. Without Ronan’s intervention, he would have ended up in pieces on the pile of cultist corpses.

They advanced slowly but steadily towards Alon, their guard up.

“Offer your neck quietly. You’ve lived long enough, haven’t you?”

This is troublesome.”

Alon muttered. He knew he couldn’t handle both Ronan and Shullifen in his current condition.

The roars and flashes from the dragons continued to shake the night sky. The tension reached its peak.

“I didn’t want to use this

Alon licked his lips. Shullifen lunged forward, swinging his sword. The razor-sharp wind blade shot towards Alon.

To Ronan, it seemed like a perfect strike. But Shullifen’s attack didn’t reach Alon. Clang! A familiar sound of collision rang out.

“That’s...!”

Both Ronan’s and Shullifen’s eyes widened. A strange shimmering barrier enveloped Alon. It was the Protection of the Stars, incredibly dense.

Alon spoke.

“I need to deal with this disrespectful descendant of mine first.”

“What?”

Bang! With a sudden burst of speed, Alon vanished from sight. Ronan quickly moved to intercept, but the archbishop wasn’t targeting him. Alon, surrounded by the Protection of the Stars, struck Shullifen with tremendous force.

[Translator – Peptobismol]