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The dead knights have been pierced by Christmas.
At the same time, the shield surrounding the Hima ambassador was broken.
The body becomes a beehive, and the bullet through it hits the floor and creates cloudy dust.
Nathus swings his staff to wipe out the dust winds.
Meanwhile, Ambassador Hima tumbles forward like a torn mop.
- Indeed, you are a symbol of fear to the Necromancers.
Nathus raises his head.
An angel aims 12 muskets for his next attack.
- Ability to deal with near-infinite sexual strength and even death.
It is also a tremendous power that shakes even the values of a deeply religious commander.
It is truly a great ability.
But it was just a delusion.
Even a sacred undead force like this catastrophe would be nothing more than a simple test for great Aslan.
If we can defeat this existence, Aslan will also be a platform for stronger unity and greater growth, just as the Holy See killed Amon.
Nathus looks up at him and says,
- You will grow up to be the Holy See, the Aslan Shivering Monster. But before that, your fate will end here.
I still have the ability to stop the author.
Before he grew up, he had to end it.
I can't let it go to waste anymore.
- Even my soul will be sacrificed.
Nathus draws all the magical power to his staff.
You sucked the life force out of 1,000 slaves.
The prisoners scream and die one by one.
Nathus takes a breath.
- I will seal you up here and have King Lahamma deal with you himself. So, Archangel!
Narsus' eyes are on fire.
- Sleep here sealed!
Nathus slaps the staff.
Magic power gathers.
Naruth's body rises into the air, his black shadow curled.
His staff is made of bones and makes a sharp sickle.
You wrapped yourself in a magical cloak and blushed red eyes.
Naruth, who has powerful magical powers, lets out a loud voice that echoes through the temple.
- There's no need for more than this to deal with angels.
There is no one who controls death and is inevitable to the living.
Apostle.
Nathus grips a giant sickle and points it at the archangel.
- Sleep here, angel. And face the judgment of the great Lahamma!
Nathus pulls his sickle back.
- I, Nausicaan, will rule your death!
Then I jumped up.
In the blink of an eye, a messenger appeared before the archangel.
Nathus blushes his eyes and wields the messenger's sickle.
At that moment, a sword with the Grim Reaper's sickle and power struck me.
The wings of the archangel, or rather, the long bones on their backs, hold a non-musket sword.
He wielded his sword, spear, mace, shovel, and all sorts of weapons.
Dozens of weapons flew from all sides to the Apostle at the same time.
- Whew!
The ambassador exhales.
Suddenly, you pick up your sickle and flick the swinging weapons from all sides.
Huff.
Muskets are pointed and the trigger triggered.
I thought that Christmas hit the Grim Reaper, but he bounced off the thick magical curtain.
- Resistance is pointless, angel. Accept your death!
The messenger reaches out his hand, and a runner is engraved on the ground where the angel was.
A black shadow hand extends out, wrapping around the angel's entire body and restraining him.
The angel continues to shoot the musket.
The messenger quickly shifts away, swings his sickle to block, and bounces off the wall.
The more I dragged it, the angel fell to his knees and was deprived of his freedom by his magical hands.
"Now!"
The target is still immature.
I might kill him now! You'd better seal it up or you'll get a fatal wound.
Aslan, kill him!
The messenger rushes to the angel.
You exhale and jump up with the reaper's sickle.
- I'll go back to hell with you. Let's see hell together...!
At that time, the chain was wrapped around the body of the messenger.
-...!
The messenger turned his gaze.
Holly Knights, who defeated Death Knight, are reddening their glare in their helmets.
They bound him with chains of sacred power.
Banshees aim and shoot from all sides.
Hundreds of arrows hit the magical tent and pierced into the body of the messenger.
- Kuoooooooo!
The messenger rolls his eyes, screaming.
The Necromancers we fought together have died of cold corpses.
Some of the surviving Necromancers have been humiliated and run away.
- You fools!
A little more, a little more, and we would have won!
If only I had more courage to fight for Aslan's glory, I could have left that courage in history...!
- One of you is enough to go to hell.
The messenger turns his head.
Twelve muskets were pointed at it.
The gun has a vortex.
Dangerous. Shields are down. If I hit him in the face...!
No, no, no!
The Apocalypse has gone berserk.
I tried to back off.
I cut the chain with my sickle, but I tied my body up again and bound my freedom.
At that time, the trigger is pulled and the bombardment of Christmas falls on the messenger.
An explosion has occurred in the air.
The body crashes to the ground with a bizarre scream.
And hundreds and thousands of undead rushing towards the messenger.
Bite and shred weapons.
Hundreds of sacred undead form a hill, and the dead are entombed in it.
- Aaahhhh! You bastards!
I can't escape. The more you eliminate it, the more they gather.
The messenger turns his eyes away.
The archangel stands up and takes a step away from the touch of magic.
As they approach the messenger on the hill, the Divine Undead bend down to form a staircase.
The archangel stepped on those stairs and approached the Grim Reaper.
‘No. No -!'
The Grim Reaper howls. We must escape. Don't let him get to you.
Escape and report this to Aslan, the great Lahamma.
Otherwise the great Aslan... disappears...!
- You're going to hell.
The ambassador turns his head in horror.
The archangel stares down at the messenger, reddening his eyelight.
One of the weapons holding the wings of chapter 12 was delivered to the hand of the archangel.
A shovel.
You have a crude handle on a crude corner.
The skeletons rush in and change their weapons.
The sharp fangs were like spears, and the end of the long days was like a sword.
The 'peg’ made of such bones felt like a terror to the Grim Reaper.
- Phew...
Breath flows from the mountain goat's skull.
The archangel gripping the stake said.
- Be a part of me. Sasin.
Then I cut down the stake.
* *
“Evacuate the civilians! ”
Haman shouts.
The Crusaders and Hummites have slain the undead.
Nevertheless, there was no indication that the number was decreasing.
A beast rushes towards Haman.
A monster with the head of a lion and a sheep, Chimera.
Chimera wields her claws. She holds up a sacred sword to stop it.
“What power...! ”
Haman frowns and pushes back, but he swings his sword.
Chimera bounces back.
Haman turned his head.
Necromancers are hiding in the building and chanting spells.
The members of the Crusade attempt to stop the Necromancers, but are unable to reach them even by the summoned undead.
It's bigger than I thought.
I knew the Black Cult was big, but I didn't think there'd be this many soldiers hiding out here!
"... I'll take care of it. ”
Haman looks back, stunned.
You see Charlotte in silver and white armor, like a long stretched dress.
With white armor, a faint light flows from the long stretched sword.
It looks like a sacred knight in a fairy tale.
Charlotte takes a breath.
You lower your lower back and turn your sword back.
“Charlotte? I can't do this alone...”
Charlotte crashes the ground.
He quickly reached the front of the chimera, turning his whole body 360 degrees and swinging his sword.
With a flash, Chimera's eyes widen.
I shrunk to my left and to my right as I screamed. The blood gushes like fountains, and the cut ends in ash.
Single strike.
Charlotte takes a breath.
The soldiers and Haman admire it.
“... but I've heard it's growing. ”
I didn't think it would be this strong.
It was time for Haman to stick his tongue out in the void.
“Reporting! ”
Haman looks at the approaching guard commander.
“Three Prince, the Rich and Necromancers have raided Rupel's mansion! ”
The first one to respond was Charlotte.
She is flabbergasted and listens to the warden.
I strengthened my legs as if I were going to run right now.
“... everyone in the mansion is missing. ”
At that point, Charlotte was completely exhausted.
She almost sat down and said, swallowing a dry saliva.
“Woe, what happened to the Prince? ”
“Well, I don't know yet. The palace wizards are looking for the coordinates, but it's hard to figure them out because they're really high magical. If they were prepared and did what they did, they'd probably be taken hostage...”
“Well…! ”
Charlotte shuts up. It seemed to shake quite a bit.
“An army of 100,000 of Aslan troops has also reached the border. ”
This time, Haman reacted.
“What?"
Eventually, a concern arose.
I knew this was Chaos' plan!
They were about to invade the Holy See. He also targeted the Emperors to use them as hostages to demand some territory and declare a truce after the war.
Haman grips his teeth.
The Crown Prince's safety comes first, but we don't know where he is.
For now, stopping their invasion is a top priority.
“Defend the Wall as soon as things clear up here...”
“And…”
The guard commander hung up on Haman.
He said in a cold sweat.
“... the gate is open! ”
Haman looks at the guard commander in surprise.
Are you sure it's already been breached?
The Great Barrier of the Holy See...!
But how?
It is a place where the largest forces of the Holy See are concentrated.
The Red Cross, the Green Cross, the Dwarves, the Celestial Army, more than 10,000 elites. This place is crawling with soldiers and prisoners of the nobles.
I didn't understand that it had been breached in just a few hours.
“Well, it's not a breach, it's an opening on our end. ”
“There was a mole! ”
“No, it... he... opened it. ”
“What?"
The guard commander wipes off the cold sweat.
“Your Holiness, Celt Olfalls has opened the gates himself. ”
* *
Galas, Aslan's general in charge of the invasion, doubted his eyes with his eyes wide open.
An army of 50,000 dead and 1000 commanders to support it. There are 70,000 slave soldiers and elite soldiers left.
Then they marched to the border for the invasion.
And as soon as they face the wall, they try to issue an assault order, but the gates of the wall open before they even leave.
Is there some kind of trap?
But I had to think differently.
Galas gazes forward with his mouth clasped.
In fact, he was standing in the middle of an open door.
“I tried to catch the traitor myself, but he's gone. ”
The old man walks out of the open door.
“Those filthy bastards who dared to profane the name of the anarchist fled somewhere. ”
In his right hand is a huge golden hammer, and his left hand presses down on his temples to try to stay as rational as possible.
“The Oscar I trusted is gone, and my precious grandson is gone. ”
Awkward figure.
Clothes that were dressed in luxury, but not on the battlefield.
“How do I get rid of this anger? ”
The old man raises his head.
He grips his teeth and stares at the large army in front of him.
“This is what you have done. Aslan.”
Kelt grabs the handle on the hammer.
“What you wanted to do in the war. ”
The muscles and handles friction and a strange sound resonates.
“If you want war, let's do it! If you wish me to perish, I will! ”
The clear sky was gradually surrounded by clouds.
“I'll do it if you want it off the map! ”
Thunder rumbled from the sky.
“Aslan. Lord Lahamma...”
Celt turns her back on General Gallace.
"You brought this upon yourselves."