Chapter 220: The Deacon's Fury

Chapter 220: The Deacon's Fury

Although she wasn't surprised at all to see the soldiers defeated, the third princess still couldn't help but frown. 'His henchmen are a little stronger than expected and going by his confident appearance, either he's a fool, or the information about their strength was indeed correct.'

Thinking about how her father, the emperor, and everyone else in the Lavinian royal family had refused to believe in the 'unfounded rumors', the purple-haired girl couldn't help but be a little worried.

If the royal family was wiped out and their empire collapsed, wouldn't it mean she be of no more use to her queen?

Lorraine quickly shook her head in denial. 'No, I can't think like that. No matter what, I must accomplish whatever my queen requires!'

If those 'rumors' were true, then the strength of these so-called initiates was much stronger than regular soldiers, and the toughest of them could even contend with royal guards. Meanwhile, a deacon could handle a royal guard with ease, and a judge would be able to destroy an entire retinue of royal guards without breaking a sweat.

That wasn't all, however. Aside from their individual strength, these people also had all sorts of strange and powerful artifacts and charms. Even under the siege of multiple higher-level opponents, it wasn't easy to defeat them, let alone keep them from fleeing.Geett the latest novels at novelhall.com

Just thinking about it all was enough to send a shiver of trepidation down the purple-haired girl's spine.

Fortunately, her queen had already known about the deacon's existence, and Lorraine had naturally prepared as thoroughly as she could.

After all, failing her task would not only make her look incompetent in the eyes of her queen, but might also be a major setback to her plans!

Even if she apologized with her life then, Lorraine felt that it still wouldn't be enough. Even if her queen forgave her, she herself would never be able to accept it.

Even if he didn't care about their lives, killing them in front of him was no different from slapping him in the face! Moreover, they even dared to point their weapons at him! Him!

A wave of yellow oppressive spirit power burst out of the deacon's body, and immediately sent the royal guards reeling back in shock, heavily stepping back again and again till they were pressed up against the walls.

As for the princess, she had already taken out some strange artifact to form a shield around herself, and looked completely undisturbed at the center of this storm.

Looking at her indifferent face, however, the deacon just sneered and pulled out a necklace inlaid with an amber gem from his red robes. "Are you so confident in your little toys in thugs, you uneducated fool? Let me show you what fear means, then! Cleansing Light!"

Under the admiring eyes of his disciples, the deacon channeled his spirit power into the gem and turned to one of the royal guards who was still struggling to get up under the oppression of his spirit power.

A bright beam of burning yellow burst from the gem and slammed into the royal guard, who hurriedly tried to block it with his halberd.

The low-grade artifact was of little use, however, as it melted almost instantly in his hands, followed by the rest of his armor.

As metal fused into his flesh, the man couldn't help but cry out in terror and agony, but he was soon silenced when the beam completely tore through his body and took away his life, leaving behind only a molten mess of metal and flesh.

While the rest of the royal guards were chilled by their companion's dying screams, the initiates couldn't help but ridicule. "Even as he turned to slag, the fool still tried to stand up under the aura of the lord. Does he not know that only those pure of heart can withstand our lord's cleansing light?"

The expression of the third princess had long since turned ugly, but only she knew her heart was as still as a frozen lake.

Not to mention these guards, even if it was herself who was to be burned to a slag, she wouldn't flinch under the eyes of this bastard. Of course, as long as her life was still of value to her queen, she wouldn't allow herself to die so easily.