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Episode 559 The fight starts now. (1)

"Ahhhhh!"

"Please save me!"

"Please, just give me my life… … ."

In the capital city of Grimwell, massacres took place day after day. These massacres had no regard for social status or the severity of the crime.

Literally everyone was dragged away and killed. Some people gathered people to fight back, but they were no match for the Salvation Church.

The capital's square was soaked in blood. So much blood flowed that the soldiers' ankles were always soaked in blood, as if there was a flood.

In the center of the blood square was a small platform. And on it lay a simple bracelet.

When there were really no animals left in the capital, Gator called all the priests and gave them an order.

"Start the ritual."

Dozens of priests gathered and recited the vision of the Church of Salvation.

Gooooooo… … .

A strange aura emanated from the magic circle and began to suck the blood from the surrounding area.

The magic circle that had greedily consumed blood soon took on a bright red hue. Blood began to slowly seep up onto the platform where the bracelet was placed.

The blood that had risen to the stage gradually seeped into the bracelet.

Gator looked at the scene with nervous eyes.

'please....'

If that bracelet is not a holy relic, it will turn red. Another evil relic like the Orb of Life will be born.

I didn't go through all this trouble just to make one more thing like that. It didn't make sense to begin with.

But if that is a real relic… … .

Paaaaaaaah!

Suddenly, an incredibly bright light began to emanate from the bracelet.

It was the light I had seen in Rutania. The sacred power hidden within rejected the energy of the magic circle. The blood that had seeped in was blocked by the sacred light and continued to squirm.

That power that can consume even the most powerful relics in one breath.

Gatros jumped up from his seat.

"Ha, hahaha… … hahahahahahahahaha!"

He laughed like crazy. He found it. He had finally found the holy relic he had been longing for for so many years.

It was worth enduring so many sacrifices and failures.

The light spread out endlessly in all directions, as if it was announcing its presence to every corner of the world.

Gatros saw it and shouted loudly.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Come and feel this light! I look forward to the day when we will meet again!"

Their king certainly exists somewhere in this world. It was promised and prophesied. It was also the mission of the church to meet the king and awaken him to his mission.

A holy relic was needed to awaken the king's 'memory'.

"Cheer up! Quickly!"

As the priests stopped casting their spells, the energy of the magic circle began to slowly subside again. The blood that had been climbing the platform began to flow out, and the light that had been leaking from the holy relic also began to slowly go out.

Gatros lifted the bracelet and carefully placed it on his wrist. He had an expression on his face as if he was looking at something more precious than anything else in the world.

Aiden, who had been watching the scene from a distance, shook his head.

"Oh my, it's dirty."

A musty smell, a sticky humidity, and blood so exciting it filled the square.

In his opinion, this was not artistic at all.

I don't hate blood, but I didn't have a reason to look down on such an untidy thing, especially since it wasn't a place to praise myself.

In fact, Aiden had no interest in or sympathy for that cult religion.

Of course, on the outside, he pretends to be a devout believer in the Salvation Church.

Aiden shrugged and asked the leader of the Revolutionary Guard, Leonard, who was standing next to him with his arms crossed.

"What do you think? Is this your first time seeing a ritual like this? It's dirty, but it's interesting, so don't you think it's worth seeing?"

"… … ."

"Well, it might be hard to understand at first glance. Just think of it as their own ritual. You don't have to worry about it too much."

"...okay."

Leonard gave a short answer and ended the conversation. In fact, his mind was so complicated right now that he wasn't even conscious.

After the surprise attack failed, he was quite embarrassed. No one showed it outwardly, but there was an atmosphere that was secretly expressed.

The atmosphere was like, why did you go after the Duke of Fenris alone and only lose troops?

'shit....'

He had no choice but to admit it. He had been thoroughly fooled. It was as if the Duke of Fenris had entered his head and spied on everything.

But there was something else that left a bigger impression on me.

'Julian.'

He was a man who used technology beyond imagination. I still can't figure out how such technology was possible.

He also prided himself on being one of the best superhumans on the continent. So he thought he could fight anyone one-on-one.

But that thought was shattered when I met Julian.

Leonard let out a small breath.

'This side is definitely strong too, but… … .'

There are many superhumans here. The Artrode Army is also very strong. His own revolutionary group has also joined.

At this level, it could be said that they were the strongest on the continent. I believed that no matter how much the Allied Forces grew, they would be no match for them.

It certainly was like that at first. I was confident of victory.

'Duke of Fenris, Julian… … .'

Before I met these two people.

Both were more than rumors. What was more disturbing was that their abilities were still not fully understood.

Leonard looked at Gator. He was still in the blood-stained square, staring at the bracelet on his hand with rapt eyes.

'Is this really the end of the world as rumored? This is a world full of crazy people.'

He simply wanted to have his own kingdom. To fulfill that desire, he had no choice but to join hands with the Salvation Church.

However, even though the Salvation Church had enormous power, they devised a disadvantageous strategy to find that damned king or whatever and lost a significant number of troops.

'Is this a war where we can win by finding just one person? Isn't that something we can find after the war is over?'

Leonard couldn't understand. The king was not an ordinary king, but a 'religious leader'.

And there was one thing I learned by chance while being with them.

Another title for the king that the Salvation Church calls him is the adversary of the goddess.

'It means you want to fight the goddess.'

Leonard shook his head.

How can you be so arrogant as to think you can fight God when you haven't even conquered the continent yet?

Looking at the way he was acting, it seemed like there was something there, but for now, it just seemed like a ridiculous delusion.

But once he joined hands with them, he had to fight the Allied Forces no matter how disadvantageous it was. There was only one worry that was occupying his mind the most right now.

'Julian.'

The only question was how to kill that monster.

* * *

"Wow! I won!"

The allied forces led by Julian captured the fortress of Atrode and cheered.

It was such an easy victory. The opponent was weak and we had an absolute powerhouse named Julian on our side.

As he watched the soldiers clearing the battlefield and tending to the wounded, Julian suddenly had a strange feeling.

"hmm."

An unknown energy surrounded him. The energy was so strong that it was vivid.

Julian slowly turned his head in the direction where he felt the energy.

And in that direction.

Sasa Sak.

Sssssss.

Several people surrounded him, drawing hard.

"… … ."

They were sent by Claude, the commander of the Rutanian army. They had been following us since the Allied forces split up, and they had been constantly introducing themselves.

I didn't think much of it because it was called a 'war record officer'. In reality, there were people who went to war and recorded the situation.

But they were all too much. At first, I didn't pay any attention, but as time went on, I couldn't help but question the way they were observing me so blatantly.

"… … Does it really have to be that way?"

When Julian, who rarely opens his mouth, spoke, one of the painters responded with a moved expression.

"Yes! We have been given the honorable task of documenting the details of Yulien… … No, oh no! We cannot afford to neglect it even for a moment!"

"… … ."

After hearing the artist's answer, Julian just kept his mouth shut.

He says he records the war in words, but he only draws himself. He doesn't draw anything else.

Julian turned to the other side. The dispatched officers were diligently writing about him.

It was so strange that Marquis Gideon, who led the Turian army, called in the 'Officer Chief Herald' to check.

- No, why does it matter what Yulienne ate today?

― To find out if Mr. Julian is eating a balanced diet… … .

- Why you?

― Mr. Julian, you are an important person… … .

- Why are you taking the things that Julian threw away?

― We will take the lead in reducing waste and protecting the environment… …

- Then why do you write how many times you swept your hair?

― That's to record Julian's 'coolness'...

― … … .

― … … .

At this point, it was as if they had nothing to say to each other.

Anyway, the officers were that enthusiastic. I don't know what that has to do with the war record.

It was quite suspicious, but as Marquis Gideon, he couldn't tell him not to do it.

'Ha, really, because of that guy Claude... ... .'

Since it was something ordered by the self-proclaimed 'second-in-command' of the Rutanian Army, it was difficult to stop it within one's own line.

Besides, it wasn't really important information. It was just full of praise and stories about Julian.

Actually, Julian himself is not interested, but his popularity has been beyond imagination these days.

The status and story of an abandoned prince, elegant and dignified gestures, appearance like a sculpture sculpted by a god, and a mysterious atmosphere.

There's an incredibly strong force that's been shown so far.

People of all ages and genders were excited just by hearing stories about him. Many people even wished to see Julian at least once.

It was understandable. After all, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the world is currently in turmoil because of these two people, Julian and Giselle.

There Claude once again demonstrated his business acumen.

- You know? We've already done it once. It's a money-maker.

Julian's portrait, personal information, and the items he used were sold like hotcakes through Claude's hands.

Even though they were doing such things, no one cared because it was wartime.

This is because Claude, who had already failed once by Giselle, was operating a more secretive organization by referencing the organizational structure of the Salvation Church and the Revolutionary Group.

Julian continued to advance, leading his self-proclaimed officers.

Although his force is not overwhelming enough to warrant a meteor operation like the Rutanian army, his ridiculous force has enabled him to carry out other operations.

"Shoot!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

As Marquis Gideon gave the order, the Allied forces continued to lob stones from their catapults.

However, the number of catapults here was not enough to completely destroy the fortress. They could only attack and restrain the soldiers on the walls.

However, the Turian army had the advantage. The Arthrod army, which lacked magicians, could not even block magic attacks.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Although the fortress' troops suffered significant damage from the stone attacks and magical attacks, the Arthrodites gave up their magical blockade and fought back vigorously.

If we give it a little more time, the Turian army will surely be able to capture the fortress without suffering much damage. The difference in strength was that great.

But Julian had no intention of wasting time like that. Spending time wouldn't completely eliminate the damage.

"I'll go now."

As the number of men on the walls began to decrease, Julian ran out alone, followed by knights in full gear.

The fort commander shouted as he saw a group of men running towards him.

"Kill them!"

Phaaaat!

Arrows rained down from the walls, but the soldiers on the fortress soon saw an absurd sight.

"Hey, what is that?"

Bang! Ta-tang! Bang!

The knights following behind raised their shields and blocked or deflected the arrows. Some trusted their armor and let the arrows escape with their bodies. This was a common sight in war, so it wasn't surprising.

But the one who stands at the very front is… … .

Thud, thud, thud.

The arrow that was flying suddenly changed direction and stuck in the ground. Even though the one in the lead just kept running.

Superhumans usually use their great strength to eliminate or deflect arrows. Since even a small amount of mana is consumed when receiving an impact, they often dodge.

But the one running did nothing, and the arrows avoided him.

"What, what! What is that!"

All of Yo's troops were thrown into confusion by the absurd sight.

They stopped attacking and just watched the person running towards them. They were shocked and lost in the situation.

Julian, who had approached the fortress, drew his sword.

A blue light was swirling around his sword. It was brighter than usual, almost dazzling. It was proof that he had used a considerable amount of energy.

Julian swung his sword at the giant door blocking his way.

Scratch!

Gurrrrrr!

The fortress' gate split in half and fell down.