Slaughter...... For the elderly, it is a very special feeling.

That's right, it's special – it's a kind of ...... that destroys good things. Pleasure, hearty pleasure.

Until today, until this time, he knew that the reason why he had stood still for so many years was not because his devotion to God was not enough, but simply because he had taken the wrong path - true practice is not only to pray to God, temper one's body, temper one's will, but also do ...... With his meager body, he can practice the will of the gods - walk on the way of the Lord, and only then can he enter the kingdom of the Lord.

"My Lord, my Lord, Thou art above all else, Thou art the first light and the last flame, Thy throne is exalted in heaven, thy kingdom shall never be dark, I will march in thy way, sowing the seeds of destruction and light, so that the world may know thy name, and the world shall fear thy might, Thou art the Lord of Destruction, Thou art the brightest pearl in the crown of the gods, I hereby follow Thy righteousness, kindle the fire of faith in my heart, bow down to Thee, and call upon thy name......"

Unconsciously, he recalled the words of his first prayer.

- It turns out that from the beginning, he went astray.

The so-called closeness to the gods is not the closeness of the heart at all, but the closeness of the path practiced......

Only killing and destroying can please the gods.

So...... Let the blood of the infidels stain the world red!

Thinking of this, his face, which was already distorted by pain, became more and more hideous - the so-called ascetics were originally paranoid in the church, they were almost the same as fanatical believers, they could give up everything for the sake of the gods, including themselves, as long as they believed in the truth, they did not listen to the advice of others at all, even if they were dead, they would go all the way to the dark, which is why their position in the church was relatively embarrassing.

"Whatever is unclean will be burned to ashes by a fierce fire, saith the Lord."

Mixed with the deepest hatred, he said word by word, and then stretched out his hand and pointed at it from afar......

But—

The expected flames did not rise, but instead came into view...... A cold light?

The all-round open divine barrier shattered in front of this cold light, and in a hurry, the old man only had time to put his outstretched fingers against the sword body, and the divine light unfolded again with his fingertips as the center, and after a short stalemate, the weak elven sword was flicked away, and then dimmed.

The elven swordsman naturally did not let go of this great opportunity in front of him, without the slightest pause, nor did he say hello to the other elves, and he didn't even have a return breath, he rushed straight to the front, his body swirled, and the two thin swords were aimed at the ascetic's neck and heart respectively!

"Heretics." In the face of Isdamel's attack, the old man, who still had a faint pain in his head, reacted a step slower, and did not open the enchantment in time, but he was able to avoid the misfortune of the severed head, but was directly pierced through the heart by another weapon, but even so, he did not panic in the slightest, one hand stretched the enchantment again, and with the other hand, he grabbed the sword body of the thin stabbing sword that pierced into the chest, looked up at the elven swordsman in front of him, and the sword body that did not enter the chest was pulled out by him little by little with some kind of force majeure, and then he stumbled, The blood-stained blade of the sword was tossed aside, along with its owner.

The pierced wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"The Lord said......" Taking advantage of the moment when the elven swordsman was thrown away, he gasped for breath and recited as if flying, "I give you a flame to fight against the disrespectful!" ”

Isdamel's reaction was not slow, and in less than a word, he had already organized an offensive again, but it was just ...... Because of the barrier of the enchantment, he was one step too late after all......

Almost before I watched it, the Brilliant Holy Flame rose from around the old man's body!

"Die." The gray-robed ascetic opened his eyes, and a red-black flame burned in his black-brown eyes, and words full of hatred came out of his mouth, but they were like heavenly constitutions, and they had a dignified majesty that could not be offended.

- In the next instant, the pillar of light soared into the sky!

This is......?

Isdamel almost flew upside down with the blazing flames, and if he took a step slower, he had no doubt that he would be burned into a pinch of ashes by the flames from the gods!

Divine Will Blessing?

Before the beginning of this journey, he had specifically learned about the possible means of the clergy, and the divine will was one of the most advanced means he had learned - the clergy who reached the upper realm could burn themselves in the face of difficult opponents and obtain the blessings of the divine will, so as to defeat powerful enemies and crusade against evil.

But here's the problem...... The battle has just begun, is it necessary?

That's right...... He is a priest at the level of the side of the gods.

Almost instantly, the elven swordsman reacted, but it didn't help—what was the use of knowing the other party's means? The blessing of the will of the gods, which is not clearly recorded in the relevant documents, and is not even clearly written down for what it is for, it is better to rely on the vague information in the key points to find the weakness of this divine art, and it is better to expect the elven archmage to appear here through space props and kill strong enemies - at least that makes sense.

I can only try it little by little.

However, Isdamel is also a veteran of many battles, and it is not once or twice that he faces such an unknown enemy - he clearly knows that thinking ahead and backward at such a time will only waste time and opportunity, and what is really needed is not thinking but action, bold and cautious action, while protecting himself, trying to find out the characteristics of the enemy as much as possible, and then giving him a fatal blow.

Thinking of this, he shifted his gaze back to the fading pillar of light.

Looks like it's time to do it.

Thinking so, he flipped a sword flower with both hands, and then—

The river of time seemed to stand still for an insignificant moment, and the earth collapsed, and the entire pillar of holy light was split in two by a powerful slash, and the smoke dissipated in the explosion of the atmosphere.

Then, it was revealed that the two were facing each other.

The wrestling between them obviously did not come to the point of separating the winner, the strong current surrounding the sword body collided with the golden barrier held up by the old man, and the circular protective barrier was constantly twisted and deformed under the strong pressure, but it was always difficult to maintain, but the ground under their feet, with the position of the two people as the center of the circle, collapsed outward layer by layer, and the ground within fifty yards was riddled with holes because of the aftermath of the confrontation between the two, and none of them were intact.

"Ahh

The elven swordsman once again burst out of his own strong current, exerting force from two different angles, with his hissing, the gold on the enchantment held by the ascetic was gradually transformed into red and black, and when the holy aura was completely dissipated, the defensive enchantment was shattered under the pressure of the sword, and then .......

- Die!

This is the kind of will that is conveyed in Hitomito.

Mixed with the determination to kill, the two thin swords swung down together.

But—

Time completely came to a standstill at this moment, and Eastamel's mortal sword froze in the atmosphere together with the dust, and even the cold and piercing killing intent in the eyes of the two people who maintained the momentum of confrontation was completely frozen, only the old man's shriveled lips opened and closed slightly, and then the loud chant sounded out of nowhere, like thousands of people singing together, and the magnificent sound surrounded the mountains and peaks, and it did not disperse for a long time.

"My lord, my lord, you are above all else, you are the first light, and you are the final flame." In contrast, the old man's voice seemed incomparably harsh, but it was this harshness that made his voice have a strange penetrating power, and it overshadowed the sacred and magnificent chant, "I will walk in your way, fall into the deepest flames, summon the flames of light, and offer the flesh and soul of the unbelievers as sacrifices, so that sinners may be bound to the bottom of the pillar of flame for eternity, and endure the pain that will not be easy for eternity, in order to appease the wrath of the flames of calamity." ”

There was a slight pause.

"May the Lord have mercy," whispered almost softly, and then his voice suddenly rose in tone, and time resumed flowing in an instant, and the deadly rapier slashed down on his vital point again, but this time, his prayer transcended time, transcended death, and sounded before the sword light fell, "May the Lord have mercy." ”

As he said this, he slowly raised his head, and a certain flame rose in his eyes, a deeply disturbing flame, and his momentum was not weak, and he stared directly at the cold light reflected by the sword body, not dodging, not dodging, not dodging.

Subsequently......

The world is dyed bright red.

However, it is not the blood that stains the world red, but the ...... Monstrous flames.

The crimson wings then opened, and the two rapiers were bounced open, and there was no time to stop or retreat, and what caught Isdamel's eyes was a pair of cold and ruthless red eyes, and a fire that hung in the sky.

“askiwess”

Meaningless syllables erupted from the red humanoid shrouded in flames, and two barely recognizable arms surrounded by flames were raised high, and countless flames converged from nowhere, slowly condensing into a vortex of flames on the canopy above him, and then slowly converging into swords.

"This is ......" The elven swordsman lost his mind slightly, and the battle instinct he had cultivated over the years told him that this was a force far above him, a power that was enough to destroy everything - after realizing this, he did not flee, but only looked down at it, and then the two swords were horizontal, and after trying to contact the mage to no avail, the cold and solemn sound resounded between heaven and earth under the effect of the strong current.

"Let's go."

This is not a request, he said, but an order.

The enemy is far beyond the scope of his ability to deal with it, not to mention protecting others, even if it is to drag the other party's pace, it is not an easy thing to achieve.

But, he didn't have a choice.

Only one battle.

"Come," he said in a pretending lighthearted tone, as he rushed into the flames, and then declared, "let us fight to the death!" ”

The chilling sword light parted the blazing flames, reflecting a pair of cold red pupils.

That's not what humans should have, that's ......

God's Pupil.

If Monia hadn't entered into deep meditation, she would definitely have been able to recognize the true owner of these eyes, not because of how much she had dealt with the owner of these eyes in her previous life, but because of ...... The owner of these eyes is one of the strongest people in the Aarensian continent, and perhaps in this era, even the suffix can be removed.

He is......

- The head of the three main gods of the old gods, the lord of destruction...... Levadin.

His will has come here!

PS: E4 has been cleared, however...... The three little devils are coming to the bowl!

Ps2: I've changed the outline here, there was no later episode, guess how it ended here - A. Monia erupted, B. Elven archmage arrived, C. The arrival of the mysterious powerhouse who did not appear, d. other (please specify)