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Celt Olfalls, the great hero who killed Commander King Amon, has joined the battle himself.

You tread on dry ground and take a step toward Aslan's army.

Galas, the Aslan General, has fallen into chaos.

The opponent is the ruler of the Holy See.

It is the Holy Land.

He's on the front lines? Is that coming from you too?

Besides, that outfit, it's not a combat pose.

Weapons are just one big, golden hammer.

Is it shallow, or is he out of his mind?

Or does that mean we can take on 100,000 troops alone?

No, it doesn't matter.

It was good luck.

It's like the god of death giving himself credit.

"Yes, if you kill him...! ’

It will be recognized by King Lahamma!

Killing the Holy See is like getting half of the Holy See.

This is our only chance.

Human life is inevitable, no matter how great a hero may be.

This is your only chance to kill a weak temper.

Galas draws his sword and points it at the distant Celt.

“Kill him! I will reward those who kill him. I will grant freedom to slaves, I will grant title to soldiers, and I will grant a hundred slaves and lands to commanders! ”

The words of Galas resound.

Accordingly, the aide raises the red flag.

A drum echoes from the Aslan advance.

The dead scream and the slaves shout.

I could see it in their eyes.

In the sandstorm, the old man is approaching defenselessly.

Killing a man like that is easy!

“Go! Go kill that old man! ”

Booooooooooooo!

The trumpet sounds.

The dead and the slaves ran to signal it.

I pulled out various weapons.

The earth trembles.

Hateful undead and hard-working slaves cast a frenzied glare.

“I'll kill you. I'll kill him! ”

Some slaves run with all their might.

He grabs hold of the mace and leaps up, spitting.

With a large mace compared to his stature, he seems to be able to snap the old man's head right off.

But, um...

Celt raises her hand.

And then I swing.

For a brief moment, electricity flowed with a flash.

The head of the slave in the lead is gone.

Without even the ashes, the slave's body falls to the ground.

"...!"

Immediately, the slaves stopped their footsteps in shock.

It was a situation that had already reached Celt.

Celt looks up at the slaves.

“If you have sinned, it's...”

Celt raises the hammer in her right hand.

“... was blocking my way. ”

Hammer was shot.

Earth explodes.

A flash flashes around him, and the parched ground turns black and the current reverses within.

Lightning lifted from the ground to the sky.

Is that it?

The thunderstorms converge and create a huge barrier.

“Well, well…! ”

The slaves step back, pausing.

The wall of lightning gradually tilts.

Then it hit the ground and spread all over the earth.

It's a wave.

Lightning waves are spreading everywhere.

“What. What...! ”

“Ahhhh!”

The slaves turn around and flee. However, a massive lightning bolt struck them and destroyed them without leaving even a trace of it.

The moment Gallas stopped, hundreds of meters away, sparks fried from Celtic's body and disappeared with a flash.

The earth explodes once again.

A swarm of light rushes quickly and burns everything around it.

And...

Galas doubted his eyes.

"Phew..."

Celt is right in front of you.

He breathes his breath and narrows his eyes and looks at himself.

The thunder echoes later.

Galas grips the sword, swallowing the dry saliva.

You see a flash of light.

Galas swings his sword reflectively.

You block the lightning, and the explosion erupts with the pain of your hands.

“Ugh... Ahhhh! ”

He squeals and grabs his right hand.

The current is still flowing.

The commanders gather and scatter the potions.

“Kill him, kill him! Don't be alarmed. He's... a monster! ”

Celtic in the middle of the enemy.

Then the soldiers surrounding the Celts take a breath.

They saw.

The sudden evaporation of slaves by glittering humans.

“Everyone stop him! ”

“Slaves, bide your time! ”

A thousand Commanders.

They destroyed 50,000 dead to save their magic.

Necromancers form a group.

Each of you summoned a high magical dead person.

Death Knights, armed with magical power, slowly crawl out of the ground, reddening their glare.

The slaves scream.

Those who try to reach Celt perish by touching the thunderbolts of sacred power just by being around them.

The undead, the Dead Knights, who were summoned to the Celt, run quickly.

You rush forward, exhaling a ghost in black armor.

They are not ordinary commanders.

Elite.

It is called the Immortal Army, and it is also a group of skilled commanders who are not compared to the Black Cult that collected the sunchicks.

The undead they summoned are of different qualities.

The Death Knight they summoned together is beyond mediocrity.

Death Knights reach Celt, wielding their weapons to withstand the flashing epilepsy around them.

Death Knight swings his sword, spear and mace around.

Celt's eyes quickly recognize the weapons flying from all directions.

You dodged the sword and spear and hammered Mace.

His body flashes and grabs Death Knight's head and slams him to the ground.

You stomp the ground and swing the hammer against another Death Knight.

The user snatches the weapon and sticks it into the target of another Death Knight, then turns around and kicks the wedges into place.

“It's annoying!”

Cells were compressed in the left hand.

I shot it into the sky.

The cloudy sky flashed and lightning struck everywhere.

There was an explosion of lightning that randomly fell on Aslan's advance, with dozens of slaves centered in the air.

Death Knights have been struck by lightning or are approaching.

“Bite the Night of Death! ”

Celt's gaze returned.

Commanders chant spells everywhere and summon huge fireballs, ice blocks. As soon as it tries to attack the Celt, Celt raises the hammer. You bend backwards and swing the hammer.

Strong lightning flashes from the hammer.

Lightning strikes with magical bullets flying from all over.

Instead, lightning falls on the march of the commanders.

“Phew!"

“Stop him!"

The commanders have put up a magical shield.

The overlapping shields are pierced and exploded in the march of the commanders.

The dead are gone, and the living hold on to a part of the evaporated body and scream.

As he watched, Galas took a deep breath.

Hundreds and thousands of troops are evaporating rapidly.

“... that's an old man dying somewhere. ”

Galas swallowed a dry saliva.

He looked at the sky and the earth.

The place where Celts passed is a depression and current is flowing.

The sky is full of clouds and thunder is buzzing.

Inside, Celtic hunts Death Knights with lightning free of charge.

He was also addressing the changing climate of nature.

Celts are over 100 years old this year, but they're all dying old men!

He checks his right hand.

I recovered somewhat.

I was fortunate to have always been able to strengthen with magical strength throughout the battle.

What if Celtic's lightning doesn't hold? Not just your hands, but your whole body.

He grabs the sword.

Should I back off? ’

No, not yet.

If you step back from here, you will be held accountable.

Death Knights are tying Celtic's feet.

I had to aim for this moment.

“Commander, protect me! I, Gallas Iram, am one of the Empress Dowagers, will take the Holy See's head!" "

The Necromancers stand behind the Galas.

They gave their magic to the gallas.

You strengthened your body and enchanted the sword.

The entire nerve is embedded in the tip of the sword.

‘It's a single blow. ’

I will take Celt's head with this, and win this war!

He takes a deep breath and lunges at Celt in battle with Death Knight.

I dig like a storm.

Suddenly, you dig into the arms of Celts in battle with Death Knight.

The tip of the sword extends out behind Kelt's back.

‘It's over. Celt Olfolks-! ’

At that moment, Celtic's head turns and his eyes meet Galas.

The air around you expands.

The ground that Celt and Gallace were walking on broke and two people collided.

An explosion erupts behind the Celts and the Knights fly away.

Galas smiled.

I felt it. I felt like I was digging for flesh!

Immediate or even alive, it would be an incurable fatality.

With this, the Celts...!

“What...? ”

In the dirt, Celt gazes down at him indifferently.

I stopped it.

Celt grips the sword with her bare hands.

Celtic hands tremble and blood spills from their palms.

Magic power spreads through your fingertips, causing your skin to turn black, but you can't dig any deeper.

Galas opens his mouth.

"Stopped"? ’

“What nonsense...! ”

To stop a sword possessed by magic! With your bare hands!

Celt looks at the frightened Galas and says,

“Did you say you wanted to take my neck? Then come with the Empress Dowager and King Lahamma. Not if they make a move."

Celt raises a hammer towards the gavel, unable to move with her careless face.

“Will you kill me?" ”

I smashed the sword with my bare hands.

You slam the hammer straight down at Galas' head.

My head disappeared and my body disappeared.

When the hammer hits the ground, the explosion erupts tens of meters ahead of it.

The Dead Knights bounce off, unable to withstand the shock.

Aslan's soldiers cover their faces with their hands in the cloudy dust.

And I saw it.

Celt standing alone.

With only one light wound, he stares at them with a lively eye.

They loosen their battle stance and let down their weapons.

“What? Did... Glass...? ”

“Did you lose 12? ”

Celts inhale and exhale.

Fatigue is coming.

Looks like he's getting old.

I was only this tired and hurt.

Celt presses down on her temples. You look at the rest of Aslan's soldiers with a furious face.

Aslan's soldiers turn pale in fear.

Death Knights are no longer able to maintain their power.

No attacks have come.

He only looks back to flee.

He didn't just scream. He was paralyzed by the fear of death and couldn't move.

I didn't have to go to Celtic anymore.

“... I ask you to do the rest. Gentlemen.”

Celt looks back.

A heavenly army has been deployed outside the walls of the border area.

Thousands of paladins are plotting, riding on horses, holding Lance of the Combined Spear and holding a shield.

“At His Holiness's command -! ”

They shout.

The majesty of the earth echoes.

Combined Lance stabs you in the sky and points you straight ahead.

“I will subdue the pagans -! ”

The eyes of the paladins burn in the helmet.

They start running, staring at the invaders.

Aslan's soldiers panic.

The Commander-in-Chief is dead, and Celt is not critically wounded.

Are you going to join the battlefield in this situation?

“Retreat, retreat! ”

“Ahhhh!”

Celt walks out of the sand. The paladins pass by him from side to side.

The paladin commander stepped off his horse and suggested that Celt speak to him.

"Well done.”

"Send a letter to Aslan and prepare for march. ”

The paladin's eyes widen.

“Lord of Aslan, let me give Lahamma a chance. Until he surrendered and bowed his head, and also brought back the emperors they had taken. ”

Celt glances back at the paladin commander.

“I will trample them down. If you want to live, find a way to grow and live on your own. If you are held hostage, there will be no trading, and if you have a wound, you will burn the city to the ground one by one. It's …”

Celt said with a bloodstained face.

“I, the Holy Father Celt Olfalls. If they resist, I'll let them meet the God of Death they want. ”

The paladin commander bowed his head in cold sweat.

This led to the war between the Holy See and Aslan.

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The Necromancers scream at the Black Pantheon stronghold.

“Run...! ”

They left the temple.

Dry wilderness.

There was nothing in the sandstorm.

As the Necromancers leave the Fearless Shrine and flee on camels, the sacred Skeletons follow them.

You slam and pierce through the spear.

“Ahhhh!”

The Necromancer, which was pierced through the window, is dragged to the ground and hit the wall.

The Necromancers' screams curl up in fear.

Fear has spread.

For a moment, I was distracted by the fragrant fragrance that was spreading.

The wounds on their bodies begin to heal gradually.

The slaves gaze inside the temple while locked up.

A fragrant aroma flows from the holy water.

"Tinya, Tinya! ”

Damon, an old commander and nobleman, gives you a surprised look.

He's 40.

But the appearance alone was like an old man over the 80s with crude bones.

He loses his magical power and becomes obsessed. He calls for the girl behind him, wrapped around his naked head as if he had eaten a shock.

The girl who was digging her head with her knees together raised her head.

Dark Elves with long ears.

With tan skin, crimson hair and eyes, she tilts her head.

As a slave, the Necromancer was damaged by all kinds of experiments.

Her body, suffering from various medical experiments such as illnesses and torture, was filled with burns and cuts.

“The wound is healing! ”

Damon looks at his hands.

Damon's body, which was used by the commanders for experimentation, is being treated.

I revitalized my wrinkled skin.

“... Oh, my God. It's a miracle! It's the Black Wizard's life for his own! Life is restored! ”

Commanders are professions that pay for their lives.

Naturally, the body ages rapidly as the vitality drains away. There's never been a way to get it back.

However, that aging was recovering a little bit.

I'm regaining my youth before I put my magic in my body.

Tinya was feeling it, too.

This peculiar energy was healing his sick body.

“That's the angel. That's where the Evil Punishing Angel is! ”

Tinya gets up from her seat. Then he approached the iron bars.

Damon and Tinya look outside the cage, sitting on the altar, looking down at the angel with their heads knocked out.

“Ah… oh my God. He saved us. I'm here to save Tinya! ”

Damon kneels.

“The others tried to exclude Tinya, but you chose Tinya from heaven! ”

Heals people with sexual strength. But even with the use of command magic, they rule evil spirits.

Damon is bewitched by its strange power.

“Look, what a miracle this could be! Gaia with the miracle of life, Judaea with the miracle of death. The archangel with the power of these two is right in front of you! No, he was right in front of us! ”

Damon praises with his hands raised.

“That's the bond between the two gods. Son of God, the Archangel! ”

Damon mutters in a fanatical manner.

In response, Tinya swallows a dry saliva.

“We are looking at the body of an angel born of the gods! ”

His voice echoes through the temple.

The slaves stare at the altar in horror.

The armor of the archangel has vanished.

In response, the ghost soldiers who were hunting the Necromancer disappeared as well.

On the altar, the boy sat down and fell asleep. On the ceiling opposite him, you see a dead body disappearing on a stake.

I saw thousands of people in prison killing the Apostle.

A boy who fell asleep sprinkling light on an altar, a temple filled with holy water.

In a mysterious and sacred manner, the slaves succumb to their knees.

And he prayed to a boy named Allen Olfalls.

“Is that... sir? ”

Tinya looks at him with shaking eyes.

Abandoned by King Lahamma, she was fascinated by the boy in front of her.

If Damon's right, he must be the angel who came to save himself.

“Come on, let's pray to him. And let all others know that Tinya is your heir to Aslan! ”

With Damon's words, Tinya kneels, hands together, and prays.

If he's right, if he chose Tinya, the daughter of King Lahamma, then she must be chosen by him.

Tinya kneels down and squeezes her head.

With her hands together, she bows her head and raises her prayer.

Hundreds of surviving slaves pray.

He praised the angel and shed tears for the one whom the slaves had saved themselves.

In their minds, they began to have faith.

Nathus was right.

It exists to make a third faith.

It was the birth of a new religion that had never been seen in the Holy See or in Aslan.