novelDeath of the Saint
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Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
The white light and the red strands clashed, creating a huge explosion. The white light obliterated the stairs above the hall, as well as the throne and a section of the back wall.
However, Adonis somehow managed to dodge the attack. The slithering red strands covered the ground in front of Adonis' throne, cutting through large stones. The strands were moving like highly pressurized water and stemmed from Adonis' own blood.
The Judgement Ray instantly disintegrated everything before it, as it wiped away Adonis' offense and pressured him backwards. The red and the white engaged one another, over and over again, devastating the entire great hall.
The two of them were moving at incredible speeds and had physiques far beyond that of an average Blood Knight. Peter was an old man with white hair, yet he was also a muscled warrior that stood among the elite of the Blood Knights.
The two continued to battle, skirting around the hall at lightning speed and testing each other's limits. Adonis was dispersing red string from his body, which covered the entire space and even encroached upon Peter.
All those who made contact with the red string would be sliced into bits. Although this technique was not quite as wide in its range as traditional witchcraft, it was remarkably precise and hard to block. As such, it was a truly lethal type of witchcraft.
Wherever Peter's hand went, a white light would tear the area into shreds. Adonis kept dodging Peter's Judgment Rays, while Peter danced within Adonis' Blood Wires.
As the two battled, the entire hall was destroyed. The sturdy marble became like fragile tofu before them.
Several knights that planned to ambush Adonis were instantly sliced by the red wires, their bodies divided into dozens of pieces. Their blood splattered all over the hall, while Peter cleared an entire passageway full of ghoul knights easily, using a single thrust of his Judgement Ray.
Wherever they passed, no bystander came out alive. By now, they were fighting for their lives, so of course they were going all out.
"Is there really a difference between the power of the Devil and that of God?"
"Are they still human?"
"Don't get close to them!"
"Out! If we stay here, we will all perish!"
"Oh no, this place is about to collapse! We have to go!"
All of the remaining people were crying out to one another, as they tried to flee outside. Even though there were also scuffles happening outside, where the Death Knights roamed in the chaotic battle with the Priests and Blood Knights, it was still better than staying within the hall. After all, the two inhuman creatures were far more terrifying!
A strong light swept across the hall and destroyed several humongous pillars. Then, a large section of the wall fell and the entire hall finally collapsed.
This collapse caused a huge wave of dust to rise up and many humans and ghouls were buried underneath the rubble. The luxurious palace had been turned into a pile of ruins.
Cough, cough!
"Are they dead yet?"
"They shouldn't be able to survive that, right?"
"Drats, how many did those monsters kill? What happened? What's the situation like outside?"
The people weren't even able to finish their questions, when two blurry shadows darted out once more and the flash of clashing abilities reappeared. All of the commenters were silenced once again.
Peter had tried to finish Adonis off with the Judgement Ray multiple times, but Adonis had either adroitly maneuvered away or had depowered the attack with his wires. This was a unique defensive technique that Adonis had created by imitating the mind power Force Field Barriers of higher level wizards. This was Peter's first time facing such wizard techniques, which were powerful enough to block his holy light.
The coverage of the Barrier's range shrank as the wires continued to be depowered. As the area of blood decreased, the range of the wires also lessened.
Peter exclaimed, "Wizard, you are done for!"
The two of them stood above a large field of rubble, while the outside light began to stream in. The amount of the living kept on decreasing, as many ghouls invaded the abandoned palace.
The remaining hundred or so survivors huddled in a garden behind Peter. They were on the brink of death and total despair. Only Peter, who was locked in mortal combat with Adonis, could provide them with a last strand of hope.
Adonis stepped on a broken pillar that was lying on its side. Not far from him were the black armored Death Knights that he controlled, who were surrounding the palace. In terms of the bigger picture, Adonis seemed to have the advantage, since he was surrounding his foe. Yet, the true finale could only be settled between Peter and Adonis.
Adonis smirked. The blood of many Death Knights began seeping out, taking the form of a bloody mist, which then merged with the blood on the floor and snaked into his body.
Adonis then straightened his body, smiling as if he was in great ecstasy. He opened his eyes and looked at Peter, then asked, "What about now?"
"You! No, my body, my divine power! What happened?" Peter suddenly discovered that his body was rapidly aging, as a sinister power had invaded his body. Peter immediately recalled kissing Adonis' hand during the Coronation ceremony.
Darn it! That was the opening...
Peter discovered that, as he rapidly aged, the extent of his divine powers were also being restricted. His strong, invincible body was instantly being corroded by the power of the curse. As he got closer and closer to death, his skin shriveled up and liver spots popped up all over his face.
Peter wanted to deal Adonis one last blow before his power completely disappeared, but by now, even his steps were wobbly. Peter hobbled over the broken stones, using all of his strength to get closer to Adonis.
"By God's name, I will grant you..." Peter rushed up a mound of rubble, as if revitalized, then attacked Adonis with a weak holy ray. Adonis easily deflected it and grabbed Peter's head.
"It's the end!" Adonis announced, while he stood amidst the ruins and held Peter's severed head. Peter's blood poured over the rubble, while his headless body fell to the ground.
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