Chapter 289

My Villains Episode 289

53. The Midnight Sun (8)

Prepare for battle. It was embarrassing to have shouted out a heroic cry, but the frozen corpses couldn’t climb the curtain wall.

Hwarreuk

Monastery was engulfed in flames.

As the frozen corpses and spirits who lost their sanity rushed in like a tidal wave, the veil of five colors of light engulfed them with fire.

The zombies climbing the curtain wall and the specters flying from above were enveloped in auspicious white flames. They struggled, splashing sparks all over the place, then turned to ashes and scattered in the winter wind.

Like flying insects jumping into fire, the lowly undead ran and flew and threw themselves into the sacred barrier, unaware of their fate.

In the end, Seteniora Monastery, the sacred ground of the Gwangmyeong Church, became as bright as daytime due to the five-colored curtain of light and the undead that touched it and burned white.

“I took a sulfur-fed torch, but it seems to have been in vain.”

Wearing a magic shield with steel horns on his back, Conwyer was fiddling with a short bow and a few arrows. It was equipment borrowed from the garrison’s arsenal in preparation for a battle that would be a siege warfare. It wasn’t in very good condition, but it seemed possible to shoot an arrow right under the curtain wall.

“In vain?”

“yes. Firewood jumps at my feet, right? This should be enough for three days.”

I sat on a chair in the gatehouse and nursed him.

The ‘fog of corruption’ spewed out by the destruction of frozen corpses was not a blood poison or a neurotoxin, but a bacterial action, so it was difficult to treat it with hematopoiesis. So, he called the religious priest who was waiting at the watchtower and was about to receive treatment.

Thanks to the prayer of purification, the reddish light began to return, caressing the cheeks of the bunch, and glanced at the trembling divine barrier.

“That’s not like firewood.”

“Uh-yeah, that’s right. They were also people once

.”

“yes? what is that?”

Mungchi, who was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed, smiled and shook his head as I touched his cheek.

“The fuel for the sacred barrier is not firewood or corpses, but the holy power of the priests in the cathedral.”

“Then...

“Every time you burn an undead, that amount of fuel is reduced.”

The tut-tongued Confyer glanced around and lowered his voice.

“Without the Holy Son, the fuel itself must have been reduced. There was a reason the cathedral knight said that.”

The cathedral knight, Sir Kabar, entrusted the command of the battle on the curtain wall to his sergeant, and then took one of the two monks and some soldiers to the cathedral. It was believed that if the priests’ strength was exhausted and the divine barrier collapsed, a battle would take place there.

What seems to be the right decision?

The cathedral is a shelter for the monastery’s non-combatants and a place the dead hate. If the divine barrier collapsed, the banshee demons and burning skulls that were now ravaging the night sky would immediately flock to it.

The zombies clinging to the curtain wall or the skeleton knight looking for an opportunity in the back are physical entities. It means that you can wield a spear knife to defeat it.

On the other hand, most of those floating in the sky do not have a physical entity. An ordinary soldier must cut through the air to disperse them for a while, but they cannot be eradicated.

Therefore, a cathedral knight with strong combat skills and divine power as well as a monk priest with expertise in exorcism are more needed in the cathedral than here on the curtain wall.

“lily!”

I turned around at the voice calling and saw the youngest trio running up to the top of the gatehouse. I left him on an errand earlier, but he seems to have returned only now.

“...why are you alone? What about Heila and Umberta?”

“He is at the cathedral.”

“To the cathedral?”

Shea explained in place of the panting Goleman and the poacher Cavas.

“The lady said you’d rather be in the cathedral than come here.”

“why’?”

“That’s it,”

Shea said cautiously, with a slightly flustered face.

“There’s more blood flowing in the cathedral than here...

Heila is a blood knight like me, but she specializes in blood manipulation rather than combat skills. So, when they go into battle, there is no case of hand-to-hand combat, and they fight by projecting magic using the blood sprinkled on the battlefield.

So it would be a little difficult for Heila to deal with corpses full of rotting bodily fluids.

...But I guess ghosts don’t have blood either?

“It could be a fluke. However, the defeat of the Great Demon of the Flame System that appeared in Modos, the defeat of the Anu Pads blocking the ‘King’s Road’ to the south, the cutting off the head of the witch and robber baron creeping dragon in South Harbor, and the death of Luke, the king of death It is he who informed the Church of his existence.”

“Stop it.”

Bishop Hecavenko waved his hand helplessly.

“...okay. In fact, I also think he is an undisputed hero.”

“Your Excellency then.”

“But he is a Knight of Ulkar after all. A follower of the one who disturbs the kingdom’s order. Have you ever thought about how catastrophic this would be to the church as a knight?”

While the cathedral knight was silent, another scream rang out from outside. Soon, if the traces of the sacred barrier permeating the chapel completely disappeared, a group of the dead would attack this place.

“If you win this battle, the red knight will become the guardian of the holy land, and if you lose, you will become a fierce martyr. I hate to imagine how that handsome hypocrite of Ulkar will use it.”

Before Kabar could even open his mouth, Bishop Hecabenko stood up with the help of the deacon.

“It’s been a long chat. You should prepare soon.”

“...yes sir.”

The bishop went up to the podium and encouraged the soldiers who were looking at him.

How important this holy place is, what kind of reward God will give to those martyred here, what kind of victory God has promised them...

.

“...... Huh.”

Bishop Hecavenko lived as a priest all his life. However, the woman who had just come into his sight was so beautiful that even he fell into his brain for a moment.

The bishop quickly calmed down and asked a question to the beauty who was sipping tea with her long ebony hair.

“Why did you say that those who cannot fight should hide underground?”

Instead of the beauty who slowly put the teacup down, Kabar answered.

“Not a non-combatant, sir.”

“then?”

“They were sent by Lord Phoenix to help defend the cathedral.”

The bishop’s gaze scanned the beauty and her surroundings. There were three people with her.

A tall woman wearing heavy armor sitting on a chair polishing a curved sword A woman humming a song with a bored expression A man with ponytails sitting in a sloppy posture. Everyone looked like mercenaries.

Bishop Hecabenko’s gaze reached her, but the beauty only looked at him blankly, but did not stand up and ask for an obeisance. Well, it was funny to exchange greetings while the undead were sizzling outside.

“...What a bold woman. To drink tea under these circumstances.”

At the Bishop’s words, Beauty blinked for a moment before opening her mouth.

“I drink it because I need it.”

“Because you need it?”

“yes. My courage is weak.”

The bishop burst into laughter at the very confident words. The elderly priest, who had been crying out for martyrdom in a terrifying tone just before, burst into laughter, and the others raised their eyebrows slightly.

“Then I must give you a present for you who are weak. Take up your weapon.”

Heila, the dark-haired beauty, blinked quickly instead of answering. The bishop laughed this time when he realized that her hands in the fancy gloves were empty.

“Haha, this old man has troubled the lady.”

“it’s okay.”

The bishop, who laughed again, let out a small sigh as he sensed the fraudulent crowds in the chapel. and raised his hand

“If you do, say this instead.”

The old priest muttered, ‘Lord’. The weapons of everyone in the chapel shone, pushing back the light from the candlesticks and painting the hall white.

“This is-”

“Oh Lord.”

The soldiers holding the ‘sacred weapon’ drew the car sign in turbulence.

Watching them from the podium, Bishop Hecabenko smiled mildly with a face that was several years older.

“Let’s fight without shame until we are embraced by the Lord.”

Led by the cathedral knight, Kabar, about 40 soldiers shouted their prayers in their own words.

When Heila, who was sitting quietly, was finishing her last sip of tea, boom

!

The walnut chapel door was smashed to pieces.