Chapter 182
Divine, the Temple City.
What kind of special power truly dwelled in this place? Khal had not yet found an answer to that question.
With a cold expression, he cut through the Paladins who lunged at him as he forged his own path. In various parts of the city, groups fired crossbows at him from the buildings, while Guardians stood in his way, raising their shields in the front.
They were a knight order known as the terror of the Lachman Continent, but now they were facing a major disaster.
Clang! Clash! Clang!
“Argh!”
“Get him!”
The enemy they faced was the Crimson Gale, the knight order that had conquered Altair, the land where demons were said to reside. Burning with fighting spirit, they were pushing back the Paladins of Sanctuarium.
Ting! Ting!
Whenever a stray bolt threatened to strike them, the barrier generated by Lily deflected every single one.
In the chaotic battlefield, Khal stood alone as if time had stopped, silently observing the Magical Heritage, Divine. Brilliant dragon murals were freshly engraved across the walls. In various places, moss had grown, partially erasing the ancient scripts.
Khal quickly combined and read them, analyzing the text.
‘This world saw the birth of various races because of the Sefirot. To find the origin of species, he created Tara in imitation of the Sefirot, but he failed. And…’
Khal clicked his tongue as he looked at the broken eggs and the massive yet slender dragon skeletons scattered throughout the temple. As if mocking the deaths of his own kind, he had engraved these words onto the eggshells:
