Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 538 - 492 - Darkness Judgment

The leader of the Inquisitor Legion, Algernon, was once a Paladin who loved to smile. Later, he joined the Inquisitors and met the leader of the Inquisitors.

Saint George Edmund, the Angel of Fire.

Now Algernon hated angels, especially the one who, laughing madly in the sky, rained down fire and burned everything. He had heard that the Guardian Legion’s angel was a gentleman of humility, and the Purifier Legion’s angel was a noble of elegance. Why then did the Inquisitor’s angel behave like a thug?

Soon, Algernon realized he had underestimated his leader.

Judgment fell. Saint George’s power of the Seven Locks, its effect was super long-distance instant mass teleportation. It was mandatory, and the target was locked on all Inquisitors.

Algernon had lost count of how many times he’d experienced it, when everything before his eyes went dark and suddenly he and his comrades were bewildered, smeared upon the battlefield, facing the roaring enemy in full gear, while the Inquisitors might still be holding brooms for cleaning the church.

"Kill them, Inquisitors!" The arrogant roar echoed above his head, and Saint George laughed madly as he charged into the enemy ranks.

The Inquisitors followed their leader and slaughtered their way through the enemy, even if they were only wearing underpants.

There was no other way, for this was the center of the battlefield; if you didn’t kill the enemy, it was you who would die.

When the Inquisitors luckily annihilated the enemy and were covered in blood cheering in celebration, they looked up to find their leader had disappeared. Saint George, their leader, had left the entire Inquisitor Legion behind in this barren land unknown to them, and had flown away.

The Inquisitor knights took two months to return to the camp, and the first thing they did was put on brand new armor, vowing to never be far from their swords again.

Throughout the Crusade Wars, it was always this process.

The Inquisitors were deployed into unknown regions, usually facing a large angry mob of enemies, slaughtering and finding their way back to camp or waiting for the next Judgment to descend.

As the Inquisitors made the enemies of the Holy Light tremble with fear, Algernon was numb, even if he could force a smile, what showed on his face was a mimic of that devilish laughter.

"Annihilate the enemies, burn everything, Inquisitors, exterminate!" Without any plan or military drills, the Angel of Fire randomly deployed groups of Inquisitors who’d die if they didn’t win. After countless battles, the Inquisitors had become the most ferocious legion among the three major legions.

It wasn’t until Algernon was promoted to Legion Commander that he saw another side of that troublesome angel who caused issues everywhere.

During the Crusade’s conquest period, the Inquisitor Legion never suffered a decrease in numbers. Saint George was the most frenzied warrior of the Holy Light, charging to the forefront, attracting all enemy fire; he was the focus of the battlefield. He never celebrated the Inquisitors’ victories, but before victory was assured, his laughter would never fade from the ears of the Inquisitors.

The Inquisitors, including Algernon, gradually became accustomed to the thrill of being air-dropped in front of the enemy, especially those terrifyingly frightened faces which always brought great amusement.

Until that day, when the Holy Light collapsed.

The angels fell, and all three major legions lost their direction.

The Inquisitor Legion was the first to come to its senses, after all, their missing angel had never really managed them.

But when the blade in his hands was beheading heretics and he saw the despair on their faces, Algernon always felt something was missing.

The Inquisitors needed an angel, and if our angel had died, then let it be me to ascend.

...

"At last, this familiar sensation..."

Algernon gripped the blade in his hand, sinking into the shadows rising up beneath his feet.

Awakening once more, the faces of panicked enemies were still before him, although they seemed somehow familiar.

"George! Now, you too are a target of the Inquisitors!"

An ethereal voice appeared above his head, a familiar yet utterly different voice. Shadows flowed under the feet of the Inquisitors, twining around the black armor with a sinister sheen.

"Hahahahahaha, I have taught these guys, the Inquisitors, are hyenas chasing power, they will stop at nothing to pursue power, by any means necessary, even if it means allying with evil. You, are merely snacks, and me, hehehehe, they can’t defeat me."

Darkness laughed loudly, pointing forward.

"Inquisitors! Take down these fallen traitors!"

The Inquisitors did not move, they raised their heads, looking at the black mass hovering above them. The Inquisitors glanced at each other, then shifted their gaze to their legion commander, Algernon.

Faced with the Darkness that had fallen into the void, the Inquisitors were hesitating.

Algernon looked up at the Darkness, he raised the sword in his hand, pointing it straight at the Darkness.

Mr. Darkness cracked a smile.

"Oh~ Are you ready to face me, Algernon?"

Algernon pulled a crazy smile across his face, identical to Darkness’s own.

"George, you’re the real bitch."

"Shadow Duplicate, Worshipper."

A shadow tendril reached out from Algernon’s hand, rushing towards the Darkness. Instead of attacking, the tendril connected to the Darkness, forming a link of power that duplicated and mimicked the Darkness’s own.

The Inquisitor Legion received the command, surging tendrils reconnected the fallen angels to the legion of Darkness.

"Hahahahaha, hahahahaha."

The void wings stretched unceasingly; the Inquisitor Legion transformed completely into the same void form as the Darkness. Their mouths tore into vicious and bloodthirsty smiles as they faced the fallen, alongside Darkness.

A longsword flew out from the sheath on Algernon’s back, hovering in the void, remaining before the Darkness, radiating a dim and murky light.

Darkness raised an eyebrow, grabbing the hilt of the sword.

Light entwined with Darkness burst forth from the blade.

"Dimglow Sword...hehehehahahahaha...Raphael...hahahahahaha..."

Darkness walked in the night sky, the encircling Void Knights had already lifted their swords, waiting for a single voice command to annihilate the enemy once again.

"Gallaron! Loshutar! I will burn every drop of your blood, making you eternally wail amidst the infernal flames of hell!"

Darkness charged toward Duke Degonris.

Algernon looked at the Inquisitor Legion who were once again left behind, the void-transformed Inquisitors looking around, then fixing their gaze in front of the legion commander.

The void’s expression was unreadable.

Algernon covered his face, sword swiping down, issuing the command once more.

"Charge."

Black wings erupted into the sky, colliding with the bat wings of the fallen.

Darkness tore through Degonris’s clouds, bringing the moonlight, then making himself become the Darkness that devoured the light.