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Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
The continuous sound, like hot oil splattering onto human flesh, echoed.
"Aaargh—!"
"Caw—!"
The Dead Apostles with various avian features, who had tightly surrounded Fou in layers, all let out shrill, tragic cries.
Their savage bodies melted rapidly like ice cream.
In the Nasuverse, objects filled with holy power, such as holy water, crucifixes, and Black Keys, were extremely lethal to Dead Apostles. Only a very few special Dead Apostles could be immune to these objects.
However, most of the Dead Apostles dispatched to delay Fou were normal Dead Apostles—
—Under the illumination of the brilliant holy power, except for a few individuals, the rest were incinerated to nothingness by that sacred force.
Gransurg's heart ached terribly...
To delay the White Beast Fou—even if sending cannon fodder, they had to be of a certain skill level. Thus, most of the Dead Apostles on the ground were his elite troops.
Yet now, a single magnificent blast of holy light had caused his millennia of accumulation to go down the drain—It could be said that, apart from the truly cannon fodder Dead Apostles guarding his old home, he, Gransurg, could now be called a commander without an army.
Fortunately, half of the troops below belonged to Trhvmn's direct lineage.
Having a 'comrade-in-arms' sharing his misery, his heart didn't ache too much.
Forcefully suppressing his heartache, Gransurg pointed at the faintly visible figure within the blazing sun in the sky and shouted at Merem, "Merem, what in the world is that divinity-filled thing? One look and you know it's something from your Church—!"
"...I don't know?" Merem said, completely bewildered.
Although he was a member of the Burial Agency—ultimately, his race was Dead Apostle. Something that was clearly a super trump card of the Church—how could news of it possibly leak to his ears?
"What use are you then!!!" The pitch-black bird wings behind Gransurg flapped continuously. His crimson eyeballs glinted fiercely as he shrieked.
He was already extremely displeased with Merem, this fellow who harbored ill intentions towards Arcueid.
And now, in their first cooperative battle, Merem had made the error of causing massive friendly fire. Now he feigned ignorance about his own faction's secret weapon.
If not for needing to keep Merem to deal with Altrouge, he would have wanted to directly stomp this damn pathological White Princess fanatic to death.
"Damn it, I can only go ask Trhvmn, who has been monitoring the city." Gransurg spoke, extremely displeased. A crimson sigil the size of a pigeon's egg slowly emerged from beside his ear.
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"Your Highness, is that figure Haru?" Fou, having broken free from the Dead Apostle entanglement, instantly flashed to Altrouge's side. Its enlarged beast pupils reflected the scene within the sun in the sky as it spoke uncertainly.
"Even if it's not him, it's something he cooked up—" Altrouge lightly said.
Although Altrouge was a hybrid of True Ancestor and Dead Apostle, possessing great resistance to holy power, it was merely resistance.
Aversion and discomfort still existed when she was irradiated—
But now, the light shining on her arm continuously radiated fluctuations of holy power—Not only did it not cause her discomfort, but it even substantially restored her stamina. Faintly, hymns continuously chanted in her ears, constantly blessing her.
"Eh, Your Highness, I'm experiencing this phenomenon too?" Fou looked somewhat surprised at Altrouge's fair arm exposed to the holy light, then mimicked her by extending its beast claw, speaking with astonishment.
"Never mind this holy light for now. Our most important task right now is to slaughter these two fellows," Altrouge turned her head, her murderous gaze fixed intently on Gransurg and Merem.
"Alright!" Fou lifted its head, its gaze firmly locked onto Gransurg, its face gradually becoming savage.
——
The cold wind howled at the top of the castle.
Despite being a King of Dead Apostles, Trhvmn currently felt cold like a normal person—because his heart felt cold.
Within his tightly closed eyes, the brief seconds of Haru's battle with Narbareck and the series of strange phenomena that occurred with the divine resonance were currently replaying.
Trhvmn was very smart.
When he was discovered while directly observing Haru through the ley lines earlier, he knew that direct observation via ley lines would trigger the other party's senses.
Therefore, he was currently using magecraft akin to a video camera.
By casting this magecraft onto the ley lines, he recorded the battle scene between the two. Subsequently, he reviewed the situation by replaying it like a videotape. Through this method, he effectively circumvented Haru's intuition to a certain extent.
Unbeknownst to everyone, Trhvmn had witnessed the entire battle situation, albeit with a delay of several seconds.
'Narbareck didn't lose unjustly. That Magus's instantaneous fist power just now should have broken the first cosmic velocity of 7.9 kilometers per second. Is his physical that ridiculously strong?'
'And the divine power that appeared at the end—that guy is probably a Reincarnated God or something similar—' Trhvmn, not even bothering to wipe the cold sweat trickling from his temple, thought with horror.
However, in reality, the words he spoke were completely inconsistent with what he thought, because a communication sigil was currently floating around his head.
"Gransurg, that figure is actually Narbareck using some kind of Church secret treasure to deal with that great Magus."
"Are you sure, Trhvmn?? I remember you should have transferred that great Magus to the outskirts. Why would Narbareck and that great Magus fight in the city center?"
"That Magus's magical strength is very powerful. Even when I forcibly suppressed his magic's power with ley line energy, he still fought Narbareck back and forth. They reached the city center while fighting and retreating."
"Is that so, Trhvmn? Then you do your utmost to increase the ley line suppression on Altrouge and the White Beast. Merem and I will try to see if we can kill her. If not, then I'll trouble you to perform a ley line transfer."
Trhvmn, currently preparing to flee, stated with determination.
"No problem."
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