Chapter 144
The Demon King’s Domain in the North—now land consecrated to the Sistina Sisters in the name of the Saxon Duke’s family.
The White Mage and the true champions of the goddess who claimed the church’s sword were there. And that man was there too.
“The gods will it so…”
Master Templar, Guy de Rougignac.
“Praise be!”
Amidst the resounding hymn of the White Mages, wings of light began to flutter behind them. Proclaiming themselves the Vanguard of Dawn, sweeping away the gloomy dawn of the Demon King’s Realm.
Before the horde of ghouls charging toward them, the Master Templar raised his sword.
“Goddess, grant me the strength to confront evil.”
Immediately afterward, a pillar of light pierced down from the sky. Directed precisely at the point where the Master Templar’s sword was aimed, like satellite bombardment from a sci-fi movie.
Satellite Beam.
A pillar of light pouring down from the sky toward the ground. The celestial bombardment engulfed the horde of ghouls, simultaneously freezing their bodies solid. At first glance, it resembled ice, but it was not ice.
It was salt.
Like the punishment God sent to destroy Sodom and Gomorrah, everything touched by the light pouring from the sky was being transformed into pillars of salt.
“Praise be, you wretched souls who know not the sister goddess’s kindness and mercy!”
Unable to contain his surging faith, the Master Templar made the sign of the cross.
He paid no heed to the fact that the wrath of the goddess unfolding there was, in many ways, somewhat distant from kindness and mercy.
