My Viins Episode 290


    53. The Midnight Sun (9)


    Bang/


    It was a long, sharp nail like a hook that prated the broken door. A pair of ws that puffed out ck smoke under their fingernails split the thick walnut door at once.


    Then a figure as gigantic as a troll crouched and squeezed into the chapel.


    A grotesque monster, more than 3 meters tall, with deformedly long arms, w-like ws, and mouths torn down to the ears, like a mixture of rotting corpses and ck smoke.


    “It’s a ghoul!”


    “Lord, lead me!”


    The soldiers with sacred weapons rushed at the demon, holding their hearts full of morale.


    The Demon Demon


    sensed a sickening stench from their weapons and screamed with curses and hatred.


    Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-!


    “Oh billion!”


    “Kheuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu”


    The fraud that emanated from the air attacked the soldiers, and those who were about to jump out and wield their weapons were paralyzed and either stopped or fell forward.


    “Back off!”


    A middle-aged monk who stood silently behind the soldiers stepped forward holding a rosary.


    “This is the hall of light where the Lord’s servants and sheep are, teachings are, and grace is!”


    With a thunderous cry, a small halo rose from the back of the priest’s head.


    “No evil being can dare to invade!”


    Jjaeng!


    A golden white light shed in the phrase that followed.


    The divine light containing the power of exorcism attacked the demon, not enough to drive away the fraud.


    Quit!


    The demon tried to back away quickly as his body melted away without smoke. Then, the paralysis was lifted, and the cathedral knight, Kabar, shot out between the hesitant soldiers.


    “You evil dead man-!”


    At the shout of divine power, the demon staggered and knelt down. He staggered and raised his arm, but soon the silver ax that had been consecrated by countless priests cut it in two.


    Kabar


    swung another ax and split the head of the demon making strange noises.


    “Get up, brothers! The battle begins now!”


    Kabar, holding two silver axes, shouted in front of the demon that melted away leaving only smoke.


    Then, as if they had waited, the windows of the chapel shattered all at once, and screams began pouring out.


    Aaaaaaaaagh!


    It was the scream of a banshee, simr to but different from that of a ghoul.


    “Fear not! The Lord looks down upon you, and this light is proof!”


    The monk continued to shout in the midst of the sinister screams that dazzled, terrified, and drove the living insane.


    The louder the voice, whether it was a prayer or a shout, the more fiercely the light emitted from the halo he floated.


    “The Lord ising!”


    “let’s go!”


    The soldiers wielded their shining spears against the specters flying through the broken windows.


    Specter The undead,monly called the Specter, had a look thates to mind when thinking of ghosts. It is said that it is a ghost that gives chills to the spine just by meeting its translucent shape and ghostly blue eyes.


    But the soldiers weren’t scared at all. The light on their weapons was given by Bishop Heka Benko, and the bishop’s holy power was strong enough to scatter the spirits and send them back to the underworld just by brushing against them.


    At the forefront of the courageous soldiers, Kabar, the Cathedral Knight, was fiercely brandishing two axes. He sometimes raised his voice and said, ‘Go away!’ When they shouted, the low-level ghosts scattered without even screaming.


    Kwalung!


    At that moment, the ceiling shook loudly, and the chapel’s annr cross and candlesticks fell over. The frightened subtitle screamed as dust and crumbs of stone fell on his head.


    “Mu copses! The ceiling is copsing!”


    As soon as the scream was over, the dome-shaped roof shattered and arge piece of stone fell.


    “Sir-”


    The stone was the te on which the monk, memorizing prayers, would beid. Fritz, who was watching the battle beside He, swallowed his curse and kicked the ground. Then, with the shield tightly attached to his shoulder, he crashed into a stone the size of his body.


    “Big!”


    The angr piece of stone hit the wall of the chapel and smashed the table with the candlestick under it.


    “…Oh Lord. You’re me-”


    When the monk, who btedly grasped the situation, tried to talk to him, Fritz wrinkled his face.


    “Sir, pray! what are you doing!”


    “Q”


    The middle-aged monk noticed that his halo was blurring and quickly continued his prayer.


    “Umberta Dervish.”


    The two mercenaries turned their heads at He’s quiet call.


    “Ites from above. Get ready.”


    At the same time as she spoke, three lumps of ck smoke flew in through a hole in the ceiling. They were spiritualized poets.


    “As smoke is dispersed before the wind, and as wax melts under a me, the wicked darkness will fade away in the light of the Lord!”


    The monk quickly raised his voice and added light to the halo, but the banshee gathered behind the demons screamed and sent them away.


    While the divine power and morale pushed each other away, the demons attacked the soldiers, revealing their true selves on the border.


    Swish!


    “Keep it off.”


    A soldier rolled on the ground with his back cut off by a hook-like w. The pouring intestines and blood instantly turned ck due to the fraud, and the soldier, originally a monk, rolled his eyes and bit his tongue in pain.


    Geuuh-


    Shih picked up the wriggling upper body with his sharp ws, opened his mouth wide, and swallowed it. It was hisst predation.


    bang!


    The head of the demon who was chewing on the soldier exploded. Ha, who had been reaching for it, extended her dagger to the blood sttering in all directions. The bloodstains that had been shot sharp swirled and clung to the jewel-like de. As the


    demon


    with the head blown off fell to his knees, the banshees ying on the roof screamed in unison. The demon’s remains were torn into six or seven pieces and clumped together by that powerful scam.


    “It’s an abomination!”


    The undead,monly referred to as ‘Abomination’, wriggled and raised its body. The soldiers involuntarily took a backward step at the grotesque appearance of the bones and flesh and skin tangled and rising like flour dough.


    “Dervish right!”


    In response to Umberta’s shout, Levish, who was wearing heavy armor, rushed at the red waters with an iron shield at the fore.


    “Rider of the Sun!”


    Kwakwawang!


    With a cool roar, all the water sshed out and copsed. She prayed to her patron saint to purify her of evil and stepped firmly on the lingering flesh with her foot. hit the curve The mysterious magic flowing from the sword added sticity to the muscles. The tough leather and hard bones disintegrated in an instant.


    Beside him, Umberta was fighting against the demon. Wedge! He raised his left shoulder while staring at the flying nails with a fierce sound.


    Ka ■ Ga ■ each!


    “Fuck.”


    She gritted her teeth in pain as if her shoulder had been shattered. If it hadn’t been for the foolishness of wearing enchanted pauldrons over leather armor, his upper body would have been torn to pieces in an instant.


    Umberta twisted her body and burrowed into the arms of the demon. Born in the Crescent Inds and pretending to be a sailor for a while, she was a swordsman specializing in light and quick movements.


    The ensuing demon’s attack was shed with a single step. Then, twisting his knees, waist and shoulders, he swung the heavy one-handed half-sword.


    “Huh!”


    Her sword was also imbued with the divine power of Bishop Hecabenko. The de imbued with divine power prated the body of the demon as gently as a heated knife melted butter.


    Ayeek!


    The demon sighed and waved her arms. Umberta watched the attack through to the end and threw herself forward.


    Boooooong!


    Pale, sharp nails cut a handful of light brown hair.


    “You bastard-”


    Umberta gritted her teeth, stamping on the ground and thrusting out her sword. The heavy sword point cut the demon’s knee in half.


    Kyeek!


    “The ghoul is down!”


    “Finish it! Let’s run over!”


    The seven soldiers who had been standing back attacked at once. The sword, spear, and ax that had the white light emitted a demon.


    As the chaos increased in the chapel, the banshees who were looking for an opportunity flew in all at once.


    Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah/


    seven Banshee screamed at once. The face of the monk who was praying in the center of the chapel was distorted. The light emitted from the halo also shrank.


    Bishop Hecavenko, who was watching the scene, stood up with the support of the deacon. Then he stretched out his hand at the banshees and roared.


    “The servant of light says, burn!” At the same time, white mes poured from his hand. White mes filled the chapel and soared over the broken roof.


    The people in the hall were also swallowed up by it. However, the auspicious me embraced them gently and did not burn a single hair. The fiery judgment fell only on the dead.


    Yah!


    The only ones who screamed were the banshee and the demon. The rest turned to ashes before they even had time to scream.


    Bishop Hecabenko, who squeezed out hisst strength, felt disgusted with the feeling of extreme exhaustion. With trembling hands, he begged the deacon for support.


    “Your Excellency! no!”


    Kavar stuttered unbingly. The bishop raised his head with a bewildered expression.


    The astonished expressions of the monk and the knight came into his field of vision. Next was the face of the subtitle. The timid and timid young man was smiling brightly, showing both his upper and lower teeth. Looking into the half-moon shaped eyes, the bishop let out a sigh.


    “Oh Lord.”


    Subtitle


    Fookughed ‘hehe’ and thrust the shortsword into his master’s belly. With his


    left


    hand, restraining the soldiers who raised their weapons, the bishop made the sign of the cross with his right hand and cupped the pupil’s forehead. The less trembling hand radiated a sh of light.


    “get out.”


    “Grrruk.”


    The deacon fell, rolling his eyes, and a banshee soared above his head into the sky. He, who stared nkly at the fallen bishop, raised her hand. Following slow aiming, the bullets of the stars shot like thunderbolts scattered the banshee.


    “Take His Excellency!”


    As soon as Hecavenko fell backwards, the soldiers’ weapons all at once lost their luster. Carrying the bishop in his arms, Kabar looked back at the monk and screamed.


    “Brother Okan!”


    In the Church of El Ganore, only those who can use the power of purification and healing on others be priests. In other words, the cathedral knight, Kabar, could not heal others no matter how much divine power he radiated.


    As the middle-aged monk came running, the bishop, whose face was pale as white paper, shouted as if vomiting blood.


    “Turn off* the prayer and don’t stop!”


    “dismissal!”


    “Pray!”


    The monk closed his eyes tightly.


    Because he used so much divine power, his eyes were sunken. My head was dizzy, probably because of the constant shouting.


    Geuuuuu-


    Gurruk.


    Is it because the soldiers’ weapons have lost their luster and the exorcism’s prayers have stopped? Burning skulls and wisps of fire shimmered through the roof of the front door and windows.


    “Damn it! The attack doesn’t work!”


    “Fight! I can face it! The Lord loves us”


    The soldiers who lost their sacred weapons could not stand even a lowly specter. Even when the ghosts sprayed cold air and bit his neck, he couldn’t resist.


    “Stay back, you bastards!”


    After throwing away the il, Fritz took out a short ax from his waist and jumped between the spirits.


    “Aww!”


    Fritz rallied and gathered his spirit. Then, jwajajak! With a roar as if dozens of sheets of thick paper were being torn at once, a blue current burst out from the center of the axe.


    Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee –


    the current of magical power was emitted in the shape of a semicircle, and the 30 or so specters that had been attacking in groups scattered with an intense light.


    “Uh uh uh uhh Mr. Lee-”


    Fritz looked so surprised that he almost cursed at the chapel. The magic tool used for the first time in actualbat showed power beyond imagination.


    However, whether he was surprised or not, the undead were still swarming outside the hall, and there were a couple of banshees left tomand them.


    With his stomach covered in blood and his eyes unfocused, Bishop Hekabenko muttered incessantly.


    “…pray *off* pray,e on,” the abbot gritted his teeth in the midst of the panic-stricken soldiers. And he yelled at his throat to burst.


    “Lord of heaven and earth, please punish that lord of darkness! Build humility and wisdom by suppressing the arrogance and foolishness of lowly servants! Give me the wisdom to strike the enemy!”


    The halo soared.


    The white light emitted this time was much brighter than before, and the spirits snooping around the chapel rolled up their tails all at once.


    “Your Excellency, the middle-aged knight of the cathedral embraced the bishop with tears streaming down his face. The old priest had already passed away.


    “Lord Kabar! Lord Kabar!”


    A soldier came running, shouting and panting. Kabar, who stole his eyes with frayed leather gloves, narrowed his brows.


    “Isn’t your seat a spire? Here’s why”


    “Zombies areing!”


    “what? No way the barrier was pierced-”


    “No, no!”


    The soldier pointed to the back of the chapel with a white face.


    “It’s a cliff! Corpses are corpses climbing up the cliffs!”


    “…Lord, my God…


    To make matters worse, even the monk who drove out the spirits that clung to the chapel fainted and fell backwards.


    “Lord Kabar.”


    “Maybe?”


    Half of the remaining soldiers were staring at the cathedral knight with fear in their eyes. Kabar tightly closed his eyes.


    “There are old people and children in the basement.”


    He closed the bishop’s eyes and carefully set him down on the floor.


    “Everyone close all the doors. You prepare the oil.”


    “You mean oil?”


    “okay. will stop them Write it with fire.”


    The soldiers hardened their faces for a moment, then nodded. Perhaps thanks to Kabar’s firm voice, determination settled in the ce where fear receded.


    Then He stepped forward.


    “There is no need for that.”


    “You don’t have to? What are you talking about’?”


    She blinked for a moment as if choosing her words. Then, slowly looking back at the cathedral knights and soldiers, he opened his mouth.


    “Pray.”


    “…?.what?”


    “Pray. Get down on your knees and close your eyes.”


    Tsutsutsu.


    Blood sttered here and there gathered on the smooth marble floor as He slowly stepped forward.


    “Lord, this is it.”


    “Close your eyes.”


    Chararak-


    A puddle of blood gathered at He’s feet, wriggling and riding up her body. At the same time, the sticky blood split and hardened. The blood became dark red scales and interlocked with each other.


    “Close your eyes and pray.”


    By the time dark red scales covered her chest, the soldiers were already trembling and closing their eyes.


    But Kabar didn’t even move until the scales covered his neck and head.


    “…there’s nothing we can do.”


    A woman in iron-blooded armor left the chapel.