Chapter 116 - 064. Angel Of Death (1/2)
Chapter 116: 064 Angel of Death -4 (Part Two)
The surrounding air expanded
The ground both Kelt and Gallas stood on broke apart as the two ht behind the Holy E there
Gallas grinned deeply
He felt it He felt the sensation of the blade digging into flesh!+
Either the old man died instantly, or even if he somehow survived the attack, the wound itself should be too fatal to easily recover from!
With this, Holy Emperor Kelt Olfolse was…!
“…What?”
Kelt Olfolse stood upright within the dust cloud and stared at Gallas with an indifferent expression on his face
The old ht the blade
His hand was tre a little as blood trickled down froertips and they turned black in colour, but that was as far as the attack went The sword couldn’t dig in any further
Gallas’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor
He blocked that…?!
“What kind of nonsense…?!”
How could he block a sword pery? And with his bare hand too…?!
While staring apathetically at the clearly-astonished Gallas, Kelt addressed him “Didn’t you say that you want to take my head? In that case, I reco Rahaether, then who knows?”
Kelt’s expression remained one of apathy as he raised the warhammer towards Galas’s head, as currently too stunned to either advance forward nor retreat
“Theyrip further to obliterate the blade And at the same time, he slammed the hammer doards
The Field Marshal’s head literally blew apart, and his body was vaporised in the next instant The falling haround below and yet anothera crater at least a dozen-plus hts were blown cleanly away fro to withstand the shockwave
Aslan’s soldiers shi+elded their faces fro dust cloud However, they still saas happening
…They saw the iht all by hilaring er maintained their co towards the ground
“W-what… Just now… Lord Gallas, he…?”
“D-did one of the twelve feudal lords lose just now?”
Kelt took a deep breath and slowly exhaled
He could feel his fatigue rushi+ng in It seeed a little bit, and yet, he felt tired already As a ot injured in the process, too
He angrily lare back at the ree still visible on his face
The hapless soldiers were frightened silly by his demeanour and their cohts vanished as if y was too e
No one dared to attack
No, they were busy casting glances at each other while stu for a chance to flee froh they hadn’t screamed out aloud yet, the terror fro and none of them could ht that there was no need for him to step up anymore
“…I’ll leave the rest up to you, lads”
Kelt looked behind him Before anyone had noticed it, the Heavenly Arantic wall
One thousand Paladins riding on horseback were lined up one after the other, all of thee shi+elds and lances meant for cavalry warfare
“We obey his majesty the Holy Emperor’s command, and-!”
They uniforh to rock the earth and reverberate throughout the sky
Their cavalry lances were raised up as if to pierce the heavens above, before pointing forward
“…We shall eradicate the heathens!”
The Paladins’ eyes hidden beneath their hellared at the would-be invaders, and then began rushi+ng forward towards their enemies
Aslan’s soldiers fell further into a panicked state from this spectacle
Their top commander was already dead And not only that, Kelt Olfolse hadn’t suffered any grievous wounds either
But now, even the Heavenly Ar to join the fray, too?
“R-retreat!”
“Uwaaaahk!”
Kelt walked back towards the border ithin the dry, sandy winds The Paladins on horseback brushed past his sides
The captain of the Paladins clihtly bowed at the Holy Emperor “Thank you for your hard work, your majesty”
“Send a missive to Aslan’s leadershi+p and prepare to advance”
The captain’s eyes widened at this sudden order
“I shall grant Aslan’s king, Rahamma, an opportunity Unless he bows his head in defeat and hands over the Imperial Princes he abducted…” Kelt Olfolse turned his head and shot an icy-cold glare at the captain “…We shall continue tra on them If he wishes to live, then he better crawl on the floor and quickly come up with a way to ensure his survival If he captured the princes and intends to use theotiations If I find that they were injured in any shape or forible, I shall burn one of Aslan’s cities down to the ground That is…”
Kelt finished the rest of his orders as veins started bulging on his face
“…My, The Holy Emperor, Kelt Olfolse’s, will If they still wish to defy rant them the final audience with the God of death that they love so much”