Chapter 205
She gripped the dagger tightly in her hand and sniffed.
The suspicious smells have increased; is another monster tide on the way?
This is really bad timing; I really want to take a nice hot shower right now.
The holy magic circulated through her body, washing away all the moisture. She then grabbed her clothes and put them on.
In about two minutes, she was ready to fight again, her whole body covered in weapons.
She went into the hall and looked out through the large windows.
Calling it a large window is a bit inaccurate; strictly speaking, it's a large hole.
After all, the house is in such an environment that a hole might appear in it every day.
With a few minor repairs, it became a very large window, which is good, at least the view is excellent.
From here she could see outside, where the bound dragon roared to the sky.
Then several more voices echoed in agreement, indicating the nearby disaster.
The biggest mistake was not killing that guy; I should have helped him back then.
To be honest, the reason I kept this guy alive was to obtain materials from a Cataclysmic-level dragon. If handled properly, the scales from just that one guy alone could equip the entire city with formidable weapons.
However, the premise is that the materials cannot be contaminated in large quantities, so the magic core must be preserved so that he can live for a while longer.
“What a hassle.” She glanced at Denos, who had come out of the room, and handed him the short sword in her hand: “This is your reward for taking care of me.”
"We're friends, this is what we should do."
"Take it. A favor is worth far more than a short sword." She ignored him and placed the short sword directly on the table: "The fact that I didn't throw the short sword over but instead handed it to you shows that we are already friends."
"Need any help?" Denos asked, looking outside. "Looks like I still won't be able to rest today."
"No need, you can still go to the airship to make purchases now. Don't worry, none of these disasters will endanger our city." She pointed to herself: "With me here, I'm not comparable to those useless people."
The good-for-nothing she called him was now sitting side by side on the other side of the airship, looking disheveled.
"I mean, does that guy do this all the time?" Twelve's pupils were slightly dilated as she asked softly.
Ultimately, he wasn't a complete monster; he even joined the church and became a sinner.
He wasn't part of the church, nor a demon, nor a monster. He was simply an outcast. A complete and utter outcast, detached from everyone else.
Logically speaking, the two saints next to him are high-ranking clergy, and someone as chaotic and filthy as him is not worthy of their status.
However, both knights looked quite pathetic. Twelve watched as these two grown men were beaten up by a somewhat irritable girl. They had completely lost face.
"Want a cigarette?" Twelve hesitated for a moment, then pulled a metal box out of his pocket, opened it, and showed it to the two of them.
Their expressions were really quite serious, and I couldn't think of a way to comfort them.
So this was the only way I could think of to cheer them up.
I don't smoke, so this kind of thing is already a luxury item, making it very suitable as a commodity.
But the atmosphere definitely got colder, so he wisely put the cigarette away.
After all, he's a clergyman; it would be a miracle if he accepted it.
He rested his head on his hand, thinking about the current situation. The first thing that concerned him was losing his arm.
This is unbelievable! I was already practically a mummy, and now I've lost an arm.
It's as ugly as it gets.
Being a disgusting thing doesn't mean you're a powerful thing. Or rather, what kind of monster would it be to have an arm that can heal itself after being broken?
"Please accept my condolences." Yan, who was standing next to him, hesitated for a moment before saying, "I did my best."
"Even two saints couldn't stop it, you've done enough," Twelve said helplessly, thinking about what had just happened.
It felt completely different from the initial encounter with Carl; it was a completely different kind of pressure.
In the battle with Karl, he simply used his superior status and overwhelming advantages to destroy him.
This time, however, they ran into a seasoned guy who was all about hard work.
It was complete suppression, leaving no room for resistance. Twelve didn't even know if she had any way to hurt that guy.
In a short period of time, that guy's judgment and execution were astonishing. How many times must he have faced death to make such a huge gamble in an instant?
Because almost every attack she made just now was a powerful one, and all of them were combat techniques with openings.
However, failing to capitalize on a huge opening is tantamount to having no opening at all. The two sages were so overwhelmed that they couldn't even launch a counterattack.
"What happened to you guys?" Xie Ying asked as he saw the four of them sitting in a row on a steel bar, each one looking more disheveled than the last.
Especially Twelve, whose arm was lost.
Following behind her, Dilire saw that even Yan was covered in injuries and looked ashen-faced. Feeling a pang of sympathy, she walked over and sat down beside her.
Now there are five people in a row, and a cute girl has joined them, which might be a good change.
"It's so good to see you. I'd like to know if you have any ideas on how to give me an arm." Twelve looked up at Evil Shadow and said, "I've never needed your help as much as I do now."
"Please understand, I'm just an old relic. I've lost my usual equipment, and I've been trapped in another dimension for thousands of years. How can I possibly help you now?" She shook her head. "I don't know, but haven't your wounds become infected?"
"Take a good look at who's sitting next to me. Don't worry, I'm fine now." Twelve pointed to the two disheveled guys next to him, one of whom was a paladin whose armor was almost completely worn off.
Xie Ying then noticed that two extraordinary individuals were sitting next to him.
......
Karl and the paladin walked side by side through the ruins, heading out of the city.
They feel like they're going home, but in reality, they're going to war.
As sages, they had long ago sensed that many extraordinary monsters were on their way here.
It is their duty to deal with those guys.
In the distance, a hazy, enormous shadow looms. The mournful howls are the battle cries of those monsters.
In this sense, they are like the ants in mythology who overestimate their abilities and approach the demon god.
What exactly does reality turn people into?
“Have I talked to you about this? There was a paladin in my old city named Ketcht, who was my good brother,” Karl said softly. “I’ve always thought of you as him.”
"Yeah."
“My friend is just like you, very upright and capable. He is kind and righteous, like an angel with authority in legend.”
"Perhaps God does have a standard when choosing paladins."
“Is that so? But actually it’s because you and he both haven’t taken off your armor in a very, very long time. You won’t say anything unless you ask.” Karl chuckled and shook his head helplessly: “Seeing you standing there silently from afar, I always feel like, so much so that I no longer want to distinguish between reality and illusion.”
The paladin hesitated for a moment, looked at his armor, and understood what the man meant.
“But now that my armor is shattered, looking at the person inside, are you disappointed?” He paused and said, “What a pity.”
Karl didn't speak or turn around.
Indeed, this guy is not Kitsch.
He had short, blond hair and a neatly trimmed beard, also blond. He had golden eyes and a large scar on his face.
This is not a kilt; it looks different from anywhere.
He just missed him; he missed that person named Ketchum.
If that guy were here, I might not be so confused, because that's the standard of justice. As long as I stand with him, I can believe that everything I do is justified. I don't need to consider whether things are right or wrong; I just need to follow behind him.
The paladin is always the brave one who leads the way, with a hardened heart and boundless courage. Power is concentrated, and the mind is focused.
If priests are benevolent, high priests are wise, and ascetics are losers, then paladins are kings.
Carl snapped out of his reverie, the cross on his wrist flashing as he gripped a strangely shaped battle axe tightly in his hand.
He was clad in heavy armor, and in his other hand, a huge scripture was spread out.
Although he was indeed badly beaten in the internal strife just now, he didn't actually use his own weapons. As long as this body didn't appear, he was just holding back.
The earth began to tremble, and tentacles and vines emerged from the ground, tumbling over the ruins like waves, accompanied by the deafening roar of the monster.
The paladin stomped his foot on the ground, and powerful holy magic was directly injected into the earth. The tentacles and vines that tried to emerge and attack were pierced through by the immense force and crushed into the earth.
And this was just the beginning of his charge.
His mad dash alone stirred up a whirlwind that shattered the streets that once stood there, and in his hand, the holy sword, gleaming with golden light, fully shone with its original brilliance.
If I can't beat my competitors, can't I at least beat you?
The monster's howls abruptly ceased, and the enormous, indescribable thing could only let out a mournful roar the next moment.
Divine Art: Holy Hammer. Karl softly chanted the divine incantation, and in an instant, a huge bloody hole was blasted into the monster's body, which was a thousand meters away.
In the distance, Wuming sat on the roof, leaning against the chimney and watching.
That guy named Carl was in a really bad relationship with him, after all, he had imprisoned him not long ago.
As a pseudo-demon, it's impossible for him to have a good relationship with the church.
Once they arrived here, the twelve of them separated and went about their own business.
After all, the area is now like a ruin, and if you want to run away alone, you don't know where to go.
Now, he's sitting here by himself, though of course, not by himself; he's also brought Yan's younger sister, Yan, with him.
The two people are now sitting side by side on the roof of their old house, looking at the view in front of them.
Every time I watch it, I feel like the world should have been destroyed long ago; it's a massive monster, countless in number, like a tidal wave.
How many monsters like that exist in the world? Nobody knows. The Church has never truly defeated any monster. As long as this world remains unrepaired, new monsters will appear from somewhere every moment. They slowly grow stronger, until finally, they become uncontrollable and impossible to deal with.
It is said that in completely uninhabited places, these creatures, who only know how to kill and destroy, compete with each other. In the end, surely one monster will emerge victorious. That monster will become incredibly powerful, stronger than any other demon, devouring other demons and growing ever stronger.
Then the saints would go and kill it, and its body would become food for the remaining monsters, eventually restoring a balanced situation where everyone would continue to fight each other.
From this perspective, the people of the church really aren't any good. They finally evolved something that could hopefully end the farce that plagues the whole world, and then they were slaughtered by the members of the church.
So absurd and ridiculous, so pathetic and comical. Since such things happen so often, one should naturally treat them as a comedy with one's cheerful personality. Even if they are bloody and disgusting, one should treat them as God's dark humor.
God probably thinks his joke was pretty good; it would be a shame if no one laughed.
"Would you like an apple?" Flame took a round fruit out of her pocket and handed it to Nameless, but she didn't turn around to look at him; she just looked at the horizon.
"Thank you." Wuming took the apple, broke it in half with a little force, and handed back the larger piece. The two of them each held half of the apple and ate it slowly in small bites.
While watching this spectacle, I realized I was in first class, able to smell the stench of blood and decay. The wind sometimes carried away the corpses of insects, and those strange, unsettling sounds echoed in my ears.
This moment was absolutely fantastic from any perspective, and it's something to remember.
"Thank you," Yan said softly.
"You're welcome," Wuming replied. "But what are you thanking me for? Have I done anything that would make you thank me?"
"I'm just grateful that you showed me so many sights I'd never seen before," she said casually. "My brother is the same; he showed me a world I'd never imagined before. I'm very grateful to him, and I feel the same way about you."
"That's great, I'm being thanked by a girl." Wuming casually said something lame while eating an apple.
The air grew quiet; no one wanted to chat.
After all, what lay before them was truly rare, even for those who flew in the sky every day. Such grandeur made idle chatter merely a way to make one feel even more insignificant in the face of such a battle.
Whenever this happens, it's always accompanied by a feeling of emptiness. I feel so worthless, so utterly meaningless.
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