St. Giles is fighting his own battle.

[Kill that disgusting green creature]

In his mind, the voice that had been bewitching him and manipulating him gave the order again, as always, emotionless.

He had to do it, and that was the price of power.

- This is the only way I can know Brunhill's whereabouts other than plunging headfirst into the ruins, and I can't give up.

The struggle, the pain, made the handsome man pale, and his face was distorted and deformed, like a broken face.

"You-" Almost gritting his teeth, St. Giles commanded hoarsely, he had already made his decision.

"But—"

Tehanhuin had long fought against the Greenskins and Goblins, and he knew the cruelty and cunning of these things, and he was not at ease to leave a green thing that still had the ability to resist here with the Emperor.

"No, but!" Like a mad hound, St. Giles' face was unimaginably distorted, almost roaring like a howl.

"All - out - go !!"

Finally, when Marshal Fabius closed the heavy door with a worried face, all that remained in the room was the low sneer of the goblins.

"It's so angry, I didn't expect you to be so fond of intensifying the people who indulge you for so many years."

Obviously, this nasty ghost was known to every veteran of the Salvation Army back then.

Gilles Fried, the youngest brother of Ziegy the Thirteenth Prince, a man who seems to have been born against everything.

Whether it is the level of ability, appearance, temperament, or military ability, leadership ability, and personal combat effectiveness. Ziegy pressed steadily on him—or more accurately, barely above a horizontal line.

Gradually, the youngest son of the king, who had been spoiled since childhood, began to be jealous and disgusted with the high-ranking brother.

He has tried countless times to get behind it, but he has never succeeded. The poisoned wine was accidentally knocked down, the assassin hiding in the shadows was easily solved after the failed sneak attack, and the nine-ring spell [Arcane Bombardment] of the Mithril Arcane Machine was detected by the Mage Tower, and a little girl named Kelly was easily resolved.

Each time, Ziggy didn't notice the resentful and jealous figure hiding in the shadows.

As the accumulation deepened, Giles's heart slowly distorted, and he began to be able to see some scenes that only exist in fantasy.

During this time, something was quietly attached to his original soul, and he didn't realize it until later.

That being has no name, but it's powerful, both in terms of strength and terrifying planning and command.

With the help of "him", Giles' most terrible revenge plan begins.

At this time, the little prince was completely carried away by love and jealousy, and he blindly fell in love with his knight chief who had done wrong in front of the king, Brunhill.

It was a very kind and strong girl, she rejected Gilles's marriage proposal more than once, but he still did not give up.

That being promised him kingdom status, money, fame, and Brunhill's love.

It was a strange thing, but it inexplicably made people believe that the indescribable white light had such means that it could grant all wishes like the fairy elves in fairy tales.

"You ——!"

Finally, the eyes of St. Giles began to flicker with divine flames, and behind him, four pure white wings slowly unfolded, like messengers of the gods descending to the mortal world.

Having failed to love Brunhill, St. Giles once again obeyed the orders of the mysterious being, willing to become his pawn and servant.

"I'll go!"

The Golden Fang's heart was cold at this time, looking at the surging holy light and the divine flail that gradually emerged from the air and appeared in the hands of St. Giles.

Like a worm, the bound goblins wriggled wildly on the ground, targeting the equipment that Golden Fang had thrown at St. Giles with the last of his self-consciousness not far in front of him.

Most of them were now broken copper and iron that had been inspected by the Arcanon Technicians, but there was one thing, and the Golden Fang was sure it was not going to break like that.

"Are you ready for judgment?"

A flail filled with sacred fire slammed into the small head of the golden tooth only a few centimeters away, smashing the lapis lazuli floor into a deep pit.

Blessed by heaven, the Four-Winged Angel of Judgment is completely liberated.

The current St. Giles is extremely powerful, but his own original consciousness will be swallowed up to a minimum by this set of god-given armor, and it is basically this armor that is manipulating his body to fight.

Unable to control himself, that being was determined to go directly to St. Giles and kill this guy who was in the way first, so that the nasty ghost who couldn't solve it by himself would be completely unable to get his hands on this continent that he had almost taken.

Obviously, the being knew enough, and he knew very well that the "goblin" was nothing more than a beacon used by the little prince to find him, and that if he was allowed to live a second longer, he could send the news back to the current stronghold of the Salvation Army.

Despite years of accumulation, "he" with a big plan will not allow any mistakes - the biggest mistake is the bastard prince who couldn't be killed eight hundred years ago.

"He" forcibly moved the bright star map, making the planet disappear from any observation other than visual positioning and marker positioning.

What he didn't expect was that the problem with all this was actually in the fake and shoddy trap portal created by a goblin technology.

Gritting his teeth, the goblin still rubbed forward, trying to hook his own pile of rags and the shiny locator inside.

"Stupid!"

Heaven's judgment roared in his ears, and the flail slammed into Torok Goldfang's outstretched right arm.

As a goblin, Goldfang's arms are almost the thickness of a human child, and the bones have become light and brittle to adapt to running.

With a slam blow that didn't even hinder him, Torok's right arm vanished, flying with the splattered slag.

The intense pain made the golden tooth, who was not originally a warrior, faint almost immediately, and his eyes were black all the time, if it weren't for the strong obsession, he would have let himself faint or beg for mercy at this time.

The mangled body, still advancing, is getting closer and closer to the locator.

"Inefficient!"

"Cowardice!"

"Stubborn!"

It's not just the flail in the hand, the feet, and the fists have been used, and the already fragile body of the goblin is shattered.

When the gold tooth bit down the circular locator with his own teeth, the final blow had already fallen.

He didn't have half of his body left, and he smiled calmly, facing the falling flail.

"Time is money, my friends"

With a loud bang, a soul returned, and the demon that had been slain by the angel could not be resurrected.

Torok Golden Tooth, finally freed.