Chapter 290

My Villains Episode 290

53. The Midnight Sun (9)

Bang/

It was a long, sharp nail like a hook that penetrated the broken door. A pair of claws that puffed out black smoke under their fingernails split the thick walnut door at once.

Then a figure as gigantic as a troll crouched and squeezed into the chapel.

A grotesque monster, more than 3 meters tall, with deformedly long arms, claw-like claws, and mouths torn down to the ears, like a mixture of rotting corpses and black smoke.

“It’s a ghoul!”

“Lord, lead me!”

The soldiers with sacred weapons rushed at the demon, holding their hearts full of morale.

The Demon Demon

sensed a sickening stench from their weapons and screamed with curses and hatred.

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!

“Oh billion!”

“Kheuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”

The fraud that emanated from the air attacked the soldiers, and those who were about to jump out and wield their weapons were paralyzed and either stopped or fell forward.

“Back off!”

A middle-aged monk who stood silently behind the soldiers stepped forward holding a rosary.

“This is the hall of light where the Lord’s servants and sheep are, teachings are, and grace is!”

With a thunderous cry, a small halo rose from the back of the priest’s head.

“No evil being can dare to invade!”

Jjaeng!

A golden white light flashed in the phrase that followed.

The divine light containing the power of exorcism attacked the demon, not enough to drive away the fraud.

Quit!

The demon tried to back away quickly as his body melted away without smoke. Then, the paralysis was lifted, and the cathedral knight, Kabar, shot out between the hesitant soldiers.

“You evil dead man-!”

At the shout of divine power, the demon staggered and knelt down. He staggered and raised his arm, but soon the silver ax that had been consecrated by countless priests cut it in two.

Kabar

swung another ax and split the head of the demon making strange noises.

“Get up, brothers! The battle begins now!”

Kabar, holding two silver axes, shouted in front of the demon that melted away leaving only smoke.

Then, as if they had waited, the windows of the chapel shattered all at once, and screams began pouring out.

Aaaaaaaaagh!

It was the scream of a banshee, similar to but different from that of a ghoul.

“Fear not! The Lord looks down upon you, and this light is proof!”

The monk continued to shout in the midst of the sinister screams that dazzled, terrified, and drove the living insane.

The louder the voice, whether it was a prayer or a shout, the more fiercely the light emitted from the halo he floated.

“The Lord is coming!”

“let’s go!”

The soldiers wielded their shining spears against the specters flying through the broken windows.

Specter The undead, commonly called the Specter, had a look that comes to mind when thinking of ghosts. It is said that it is a ghost that gives chills to the spine just by meeting its translucent shape and ghostly blue eyes.

But the soldiers weren’t scared at all. The light on their weapons was given by Bishop Heka Benko, and the bishop’s holy power was strong enough to scatter the spirits and send them back to the underworld just by brushing against them.

At the forefront of the courageous soldiers, Kabar, the Cathedral Knight, was fiercely brandishing two axes. He sometimes raised his voice and said, ‘Go away!’ When they shouted, the low-level ghosts scattered without even screaming.

Kwalung!

At that moment, the ceiling shook loudly, and the chapel’s annular cross and candlesticks fell over. The frightened subtitle screamed as dust and crumbs of stone fell on his head.

“Mu collapses! The ceiling is collapsing!”

As soon as the scream was over, the dome-shaped roof shattered and a large piece of stone fell.

“Sir-”

The stone was the plate on which the monk, memorizing prayers, would be laid. Fritz, who was watching the battle beside Heila, swallowed his curse and kicked the ground. Then, with the shield tightly attached to his shoulder, he crashed into a stone the size of his body.

“Big!”

The angular piece of stone hit the wall of the chapel and smashed the table with the candlestick under it.

“...Oh Lord. You’re me-”

When the monk, who belatedly grasped the situation, tried to talk to him, Fritz wrinkled his face.

“Sir, pray! what are you doing!”

“Q”

The middle-aged monk noticed that his halo was blurring and quickly continued his prayer.

“Umberta Dervish.”

The two mercenaries turned their heads at Heila’s quiet call.

“It comes from above. Get ready.”

At the same time as she spoke, three lumps of black smoke flew in through a hole in the ceiling. They were spiritualized poets.

“As smoke is dispersed before the wind, and as wax melts under a flame, the wicked darkness will fade away in the light of the Lord!”

“dismissal!”

“Pray!”

The monk closed his eyes tightly.

Because he used so much divine power, his eyes were sunken. My head was dizzy, probably because of the constant shouting.

Geuuuuu-

Gurruk.

Is it because the soldiers’ weapons have lost their luster and the exorcism’s prayers have stopped? Burning skulls and wisps of fire shimmered through the roof of the front door and windows.

“Damn it! The attack doesn’t work!”

“Fight! I can face it! The Lord loves us”

The soldiers who lost their sacred weapons could not stand even a lowly specter. Even when the ghosts sprayed cold air and bit his neck, he couldn’t resist.

“Stay back, you bastards!”

After throwing away the flail, Fritz took out a short ax from his waist and jumped between the spirits.

“Aww!”

Fritz rallied and gathered his spirit. Then, jwajajak! With a roar as if dozens of sheets of thick paper were being torn at once, a blue current burst out from the center of the axe.

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee –

the current of magical power was emitted in the shape of a semicircle, and the 30 or so specters that had been attacking in groups scattered with an intense light.

“Uh uh uh uhh Mr. Lee-”

Fritz looked so surprised that he almost cursed at the chapel. The magic tool used for the first time in actual combat showed power beyond imagination.

However, whether he was surprised or not, the undead were still swarming outside the hall, and there were a couple of banshees left to command them.

With his stomach covered in blood and his eyes unfocused, Bishop Hekabenko muttered incessantly.

“...pray *off* pray, come on,” the abbot gritted his teeth in the midst of the panic-stricken soldiers. And he yelled at his throat to burst.

“Lord of heaven and earth, please punish that lord of darkness! Build humility and wisdom by suppressing the arrogance and foolishness of lowly servants! Give me the wisdom to strike the enemy!”

The halo soared.

The white light emitted this time was much brighter than before, and the spirits snooping around the chapel rolled up their tails all at once.

“Your Excellency, the middle-aged knight of the cathedral embraced the bishop with tears streaming down his face. The old priest had already passed away.

“Lord Kabar! Lord Kabar!”

A soldier came running, shouting and panting. Kabar, who stole his eyes with frayed leather gloves, narrowed his brows.

“Isn’t your seat a spire? Here’s why”

“Zombies are coming!”

“what? No way the barrier was pierced-”

“No, no!”

The soldier pointed to the back of the chapel with a white face.

“It’s a cliff! Corpses are corpses climbing up the cliffs!”

“...Lord, my God...

To make matters worse, even the monk who drove out the spirits that clung to the chapel fainted and fell backwards.

“Lord Kabar.”

“Maybe?”

Half of the remaining soldiers were staring at the cathedral knight with fear in their eyes. Kabar tightly closed his eyes.

“There are old people and children in the basement.”

He closed the bishop’s eyes and carefully set him down on the floor.

“Everyone close all the doors. You prepare the oil.”

“You mean oil?”

“okay. will stop them Write it with fire.”

The soldiers hardened their faces for a moment, then nodded. Perhaps thanks to Kabar’s firm voice, determination settled in the place where fear receded.

Then Heila stepped forward.

“There is no need for that.”

“You don’t have to? What are you talking about’?”

She blinked for a moment as if choosing her words. Then, slowly looking back at the cathedral knights and soldiers, he opened his mouth.

“Pray.”

“...♦.what?”

“Pray. Get down on your knees and close your eyes.”

Tsutsutsu.

Blood splattered here and there gathered on the smooth marble floor as Heila slowly stepped forward.

“Lord, this is it.”

“Close your eyes.”

Chararak-

A puddle of blood gathered at Heila’s feet, wriggling and riding up her body. At the same time, the sticky blood split and hardened. The blood became dark red scales and interlocked with each other.

“Close your eyes and pray.”

By the time dark red scales covered her chest, the soldiers were already trembling and closing their eyes.

But Kabar didn’t even move until the scales covered his neck and head.

“...there’s nothing we can do.”

A woman in iron-blooded armor left the chapel.