Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 540 - 494: Inside the Castle

The Inquisitors launched their all-out attacks under the glow of the light, fighting like madmen, determined to trade blow for blow just to land their swords on the Fallen.

Algernon was still urging on his comrades, even though they were already crazed enough.

"Charge! Kill! Every extra slash is gain, for power! For the attack! Inquisitors, slaughter!"

Saint George’s Eight Lock ability, Fire of Revenge.

This ability could only last for a minute, requiring at least a six-month cooldown period.

Its effect was to impose a layer of power blessing on the members of the legion led by George.

Fire of Revenge significantly increased the Inquisitors’ attack power, enhancing their efficiency in punishment. During the process, whenever the legion members caused damage to the targeted race decreed by George, the Inquisitors would gain an additional attack power bonus, which could stack indefinitely. What was more terrifying was that this attack power bonus gained through annihilating enemies was permanent.

That meant, each cut inflicted on the Fallen could be viewed in the eyes of the Inquisitors as: Attack Power +1, Attack Power +1, Attack Power +1...

The enemy is my whetstone, which couldn’t be more suitable for the Inquisitors.

Under the ferocious assault of the Inquisitors’ legion, the scorching of the Fire of Revenge left the Fallen in total disarray; they were originally priests, conduits of the holy light, scholars and killers in hand-to-hand combat, and the outcome was predictable.

The Fallen turned into bats and scattered in flight, and darkness also pursued the fleeing vampire dukes.

"Worthless trash, even chopping at a giant bat takes so much effort."

The sun had set, and the Sword of Blazing Light, used and discarded by darkness, tumbled to the feet of Legion Commander Algernon.

Darkness slipped away, just like always.

Algernon picked up the Holy Sword; its fierce holy flame burned brightly, a bit blinding.

"Inquisitors, cleanse this area, do not let even a single vampire get away."

"At your command." The legion split into multiple squads, commencing the clean-up operation.

"Legion Commander..." Next to Algernon, several embarrassed Inquisitors still lingered, expressing their concerns to their leader.

"With our judgment now descended, what will the Sanctuary say? You know we were still undergoing the penitence baptism."

Penitence baptism, a punishment within the church for the Light Chasers who had erred, required them to go to the Sanctuary, the place of the sacred light’s origin, where the Pope resided, the Primordial Cathedral, doing some troublesome chores. Many a Light Chaser considered this a purification of the spirit, but the Inquisitors’ Legion, who had undergone the baptism most frequently, could tell you clearly.

It’s completely useless, aside from providing a few priests with bragging rights about how the Inquisitor Legion was copying scriptures for them.

"Legion Commander, when I was in the Sanctuary, my task was to assist with transitioning the new believers, and at the time, several young successors were asking me..."

[Respected Inquisitor Lord, if you were to face an enemy you deemed unbeatable, what would you do?]

Upon hearing this question, a group of Inquisitor Knights cupped their chins, brainstorming.

"Call for George?"

"Call for George?"

"Call the Legion Commander, Legion Commander calls George?"

"His Highness George wouldn’t let me face such a problem."

"I’ve never encountered such a thing..."

"Didn’t we face this last time? During our time in Dreya, that angelic Spellcaster who could summon meteors... We were saved by Raphael."

"But that wasn’t something we actively called for."

"At that time, we didn’t know if George was still alive, though now turning into a lump of coal does seem kind of stupid."

"So you guys thought so too."

"I share the same feeling."

"Turns out there’s still room for Saint George to fall."

"Unbelievable."

The Inquisitor who initiated the topic brought the conversation back on track.

"Even though His Highness Saint George does look quite foolish now, without such angels like them, what would our choice be."

The group of Inquisitors fell silent, recalling the Forgotten King who stood on the mountain ridge, commanding the earth to summon meteors.

At that moment, the Inquisitor’s choice was... to charge forth with the Guardian.

"Fight with all our might until death."

"Right, that was the answer I had intended to use to inspire those young ones. But..."

"But what?"

"Judgment descended upon me." A distinct sound of mourning could be heard from within the helmet.

"As you know, when we’re transported, a dark shadow appears beneath our feet and completely engulfs us."

"Isn’t that just like running away?"

"What if those kids think that was my answer?"

"If you can’t win, run. What if they go astray because of it!"

The Inquisitor Knight focused his gaze on his anxious companion, looking much like a pack of weasels who had spotted a chicken trespassing into their home.

"What does that have to do with you?"

"Run if you must, though shameful, but you get to live. Just be a priest for the rest of your life."

"Don’t forget you’re just a sinner undergoing penance."

"If they learn the wrong lesson, that’s their bad luck."

The Inquisitors embraced their spirit of acknowledging their mistakes without repentance, causing their companion to feel a bit more dejected.

"The time of penance is going to be extended."

"Certainly, though Judgment descending is beyond our control, we still need to set an example for shaming the Sanctuary."

"Looks like this year you won’t be leaving the Primordial Cathedral."

"No, this time is different."

Algernon interrupted the Inquisitor Knight’s complains, raising his Sword of Blazing Light in hand, its luminous blade partially obscuring his face.

"Because this time, we’re bringing those old folks some good news."

The flames of burning fire covered the Black Knight’s armor with a white glow.

"Darkness does not perish, nor does the holy light dim."

...

Before the colossal dragon of Degonris took flight.

Before the dazzling holy light of the Sword of Blazing Light cooled the Inquisitor.

To be precise, it was three minutes after Joshua suffered a sword wound, and Duke Dreya led the Fallen Legion charging out of the castle.

The rioting tentacles pushed the Blood Clan against the wall, and one of them took advantage of Joshua’s moment of pain to drag Karen into its embrace.

"Lord Lyle!" Karen called out his name.

Lyle smiled, locking eyes with the contorted face of Joshua.

"Sorry, Mr. Groom, but I don’t approve of this marriage. I’m taking your bride away."

"And as for the other one, haha, our Naslan no longer plans to marry."

Lyle extended another arm, grabbing at thin air.

Beatrice was already soaring high, the blood-red gemstone on her chest emitting a sinister glow. A pair of blood wings unfurled behind her as Beatrice charged towards Joshua.

"Cut the crap; I said I’d tear this bastard apart, and I’ll do it."

Lyle shrugged his shoulders, turned to face the group of Blood Clan baring their fangs, a smile on his face.

Nia’s tentacles invaded all the space around her, the ominous shadows giggling behind her.

"Alright, you take one, and I’ll handle the rest."

"Give the lady some personal space, blood-sucking friends."