Volume 2: Funeral Song of Crows Chapter 12: Stand-in and Congratulations
At William's urging, Cass ran ahead along the light.
Along the way, he continued to calm his inner anxiety and suppress the rage that would overwhelm his heart if he wasn't careful. He imagined that he was still just a mercenary of the Blackthorn Mercenary Group, and that he was just carrying out his mission as usual.
He passed through the swollen zombies that surrounded the church like a ghost, and after splitting the roadblock in front of him into two mirror-like pieces with a sword, he finally saw the source of the light.
But he also realized that it might be too late for him to save the two people under the monster's feet.
If you just run over like this.
unless……
A feeling of impatient urgency ran along his spine like an electric current.
Hold back...
What would you have done in the past?
What would you do in the past to save someone who was beyond the reach of your sword?
In a flash, he threw the sword in the direction of the light.
The spinning sword tip cut through the space and drew out lightning. The sword flashed and jumped many times in the space, and in the blink of an eye it pierced through the giant's back and penetrated deeply into its body.
"roar!"
The thorn-like electric lines instantly climbed up the giant's body, and the sores and fungi growing on its body kept falling off like debris in the flash of lightning.
It roared and turned around, and countless tiny eyes on its face looked at Cass through the broken door.
The sword that was thrown was not enough to kill the hungry and corrupt lady's clan, which was known for its tenacious vitality. After the thunder wrapped around the sword was exhausted, the scars on its body that looked like cracked porcelain immediately began to show new corruption, and flesh and blood like thin buds began to wriggle constantly to repair the wounds.
Except for the wound directly caused by Judgment Four.
The wound that deeply destroyed the essence of his lunar realm had no chance of healing.
But the sword got stuck in the opponent's body.
The monster roared and punched the ground, and a smell of corruption seeped into the land.
Before Cass could react, the ground beneath his feet sank like a swamp. The dark humus buried in the ground quickly spread along his calves toward his body, and every inch it climbed would immediately solidify into a hard shell.
But in just a breath, the rot formed into a block and trapped him in place.
The group of swollen zombies, who had ignored him earlier because they were in a hurry to rush over, surrounded him in three layers inside and outside after he was imprisoned.
Seeing this, Cass silently took off the black iron sword behind him, then turned the mechanism on the hilt to make the runes on it engage.
The Chief Judge had previously erased the spell called [Dawn] on the sword and helped him re-engrave a fire rune spell on it.
"Every profession has its own expertise. I am not as good as Sibyl, the former enchanter of the Judgment Seat, in terms of enchantment. I can only say that I am still able to use it. However, I engraved this spell on you just to give you some inspiration. Remember to try it in actual combat next time you have a chance. I have fought with those powerful people in Damon Continent before, and their development of the power of authority left a deep impression on me. Now that I think about it, it seems a bit similar to this spell, so you try it..."
This is what the judge said when he handed the sword back to him.
The presiding judge did not specify what he was going to try, but only vaguely stated that it was just his guess.
The moment the technique was activated, a burst of heat came from the sword, and sparks suddenly appeared in the surrounding air.
The area around Cass turned into a fiery red flame, and the rotten shell spreading on his legs was instantly ignited and exploded.
Then all the swollen zombies surrounding him were set on fire one by one, making crackling sounds.
It was as if it suddenly caught fire.
Cass, who didn't know the specific effect of this technique, swung his sword forward tentatively.
Except for the few bloated zombies that were within the reach of the sword, dozens of bloated zombies standing between him and the broken gate were all cut in two by the sword in the air, and then the zombies' broken bodies and the gate of the temple were set on fire together.
A sword-shaped phantom burning with flames appeared as he swung his sword.
He raised his head.
There was not only the phantom of the sword. At this moment, a phantom of a three or four meter tall fire giant appeared behind him. It was wrapped in molten dark red armor, and bright red magma flowed in the gaps between the armor. The phantom of the sword burning with flames was held in its hand.
With one sword, all obstacles ahead were purified by flames.
Is this the so-called "still usable" level of enchantment?
Although he was mentally prepared, this powerful force still made Cass secretly stunned.
The presiding judge's definition of "usable" is probably very different from that of ordinary people.
Hearing the staggering footsteps of the zombies behind him, Cass turned around and swung his sword, and the shadow of the fire giant behind him also turned around and swung his sword in unison.
The zombies behind him were also cut in half by the sword, leaving them burning.
"I see, is this how it is to be used..."
Seeing the phantom of the fire giant behind him that moved according to his movements, Cass seemed to suddenly understand what the judge meant.
The monster covered in festering rot has now crawled out of the temple. With every step it takes, the rot in the ground will grow wildly around it, then crawl onto its body and condense in layers, eventually forming a blood scab-like armor.
After the two swords were swung, the little magic power in the giant sword was consumed by this spell, and the shadow of the fire giant behind Kas gradually faded and dissipated.
He fixed the heavy black iron sword back behind his back, and then with a single hand, the Judgment Sword that was inserted into the chest of the Moon Realm Monster pierced through the monster's chest with a "puff" sound and flew back into his hand.
This is the ability of Judgment Four itself. As a sword that symbolizes absolute loyalty, the sword can return to its master's hands at any time as long as his master needs it.
According to the presiding judge, this seems to be called "A knight never dies with his bare hands"?
The Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon with a pierced chest let out a roar mixed with pain and anger. The eyes on its head that were constantly wriggling like bubbles then swirled and gathered into a huge single eye, and then the pupils in it dissipated into stars.
Its single eye reflected a lake that reflected countless stars, and afterimages of the end of all things kept appearing on the lake.
A pale and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the lake and picked up a rusty knight's sword.
The Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon simply reached into his own eye and pulled out the sword.
As soon as this rusty sword appeared, a dark red aura began to spread, and a pungent smell of rust came over.
The crackling flames on the surrounding swollen zombies suddenly weakened after coming into contact with the dark red aura, and after struggling for a few times, they went out, leaving only dark red embers.
Even the flame that symbolizes destruction faded under the aura of this sword.
After drawing out the sword, the Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon let out a long roar towards the sky, first running slowly, then gradually increasing its speed. It raised the knight's sword in its hand and stabbed it directly at the swordsman who looked abnormally small in front of it.
The dark red rusty aura also surged out with the sword, as if it would corrode even his bones.
But the sword stopped when it was still five or six meters away from the opponent.
A knight's sword about four or five meters long, made purely of bright silver lightning, blocked it out of thin air.
At this time, Cass just stood there and made a sword-slashing motion, and along with his movement, the lightning sword that looked exactly like the Judgment Four was swung together, stopping the opponent's movement.
Behind Cass, a blurry shadow holding the lightning sword made the same slashing motion as him.
Not far away, William looked at the shadow behind Cass and muttered in surprise:
"I didn't expect that this idea of a substitute would actually work?"
…………
Roy finally breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the man who summoned a blurry shadow to fight the Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon not far away.
The dark red rusty aura and the silver-white thunder constantly collided and entangled, causing violent explosions from time to time, shaking the earth.
Based on her experience, the man had the upper hand, and the monster was now losing ground under the man's continuous offensive.
Survived...
Thinking of this, Roy turned to look at the pale-skinned crow-eyed man beside him.
She still hadn't figured out what was going on. Why did that person attract such powerful reinforcements just by raising the Holy Spirit Disc?
Did the Holy Spirit Church not completely abandon them? Or were they reinforcements sent by Vincent, the one who pretended to be the "first citizen" of Thorn City?
Judging from the reinforcements' attire and their skilled swordsmanship, they did not seem to be real magic casters.
Could it be the magic swordsman?
But she had never heard of any magic swordsman who could perform such an attack.
She planned to find the prophet nearby to ask about the situation, but when she turned around, she found that the man was not even looking at the fierce battle not far away.
His gaze passed over the battlefield where dark red aura and bright silver thunder were entangled, and looked at several blurry figures in the distance.
"He is here, the destined savior, the one who brings us hope, he is back."
The prophet changed his previous calm attitude towards everything . At this moment, he was trembling all over and spoke in an excited tone.
Roy was surprised when he heard that and looked in that direction.
At first she thought that those human figures were just bloated zombies wandering not far away, but when she squinted her eyes and looked, she found that they were normal people slowly walking towards her.
Leading the group was a man in a tattered brown robe, holding two children, and following behind him was a tall blonde woman.
Um?
Roy thought the woman looked familiar.
When they got closer, she realized why she felt that the other person looked familiar.
Wasn't that woman the "Silver-Blooded Girl" Nezemar who had come to their Sealed Temple more than two months ago and asked them to provide intelligence support?
Could this really be the reinforcement sent by the Holy Spirit Church?
Roy subconsciously looked at Wurt, whose spine was broken into an inverted V shape.
So he was wrong? The church had not given up on them?
Is the man wielding the magic sword a member of the legendary church's most powerful trump card, the "Demon Burial Agency"?
This power is indeed somewhat similar to the legendary Paladin of the Demon Burial Machinery.
“No, they are not from the Holy Spirit Church.”
Before Roy could ask, the crow-eyed man beside him answered.
At this moment, he also looked at Wurt, who had already died, and shook his head with some regret:
"Poor Wurt, until his death he refused to believe that he had been abandoned by the Holy Spirit Church on this land. The Church will not come here to save you. They are cowardly and incompetent. They can only curl up in a safe place, covering their eyes and convincing themselves that the impending crisis does not exist."
"Who are they, then?"
Roy asked.
"Didn't I just say that?"
"The destined savior?"
Roy felt that this was not a completely convincing answer, especially since there was a relic recycler among those people.
"Or let me put it another way. It's a name you must have heard of - The End Watcher."
The man said as if he was announcing something .
Roy wasn't sure if the other party was joking with him, but if it was a joke, then the other party was really lacking in sense of humor.
"You mean the one from a thousand years ago?"
Roy asked tentatively.
The man nodded.
"But wasn't the End Watch disbanded after the first ascension of the Eighth Holy Spirit?"
There is no record of William Kane's death in history. In the official history books of the Riel Empire, the day William Kane disappeared was established as the First Ascension Day.
The crow-eyed man laughed.
"So as long as he comes back, the Endwatch will be back."
Recalling the incident of the sudden apparition of the holy image not long ago, Roy seemed to guess who the "he" the other party was talking about was.
"laugh!"
"Dang..."
Not far away, the sword made of electric light cut off the hands of the Hundred-Eyed Corruption Demon, and the rusty knight sword in its hand fell to the ground.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the shadow behind the magic swordsman swung his sword fiercely and cut off the monster's head. The moment the monster's head fell to the ground, the man withdrew the shadow behind him, then flashed in front of the head and stabbed a sword into the monster's eyes.
The monster let out a dying growl and then became completely motionless.
"You mean... the Eighth Holy Spirit really came?"
Roy asked in disbelief as he watched the magic swordsman easily and swiftly solve a monster that an ordinary master-level magic caster would have to fight hard against.
The man did not answer, but quietly watched the gray-haired, weathered man walking towards him.
When the other party was less than five meters away from him, he knelt on one knee and held the Holy Spirit Disc towards him with both hands.
"According to the prophecy of the crows, I hereby present the Holy Spirit Disc to congratulate your return and the coming of judgment."
"Your Excellency William Kane, the presiding judge."
