297 Mage’s Anger Part 2 (2/2)

The Tanggulasi Empire that the land Holy See controlled was doing so too, but the Holy See back then had been fighting for a long time and had suffered huge losses. To replace the dead knights, the tribunal had created the first batch of blood knights. Strictly speaking, they were no different from the black puppets that the black mages created, but the puppets that the black mages created would eventually be sacrificed to the devils.

The blood knights were essentially sacrificing the souls of knights to the God of Light. They would eventually go to heaven. Before that, they had to go through immense pain. Similarly, they would gain incredible combat powers.

They were created by divine spells and naturally had the blood sword aura. In other words, the blood knights that were created had not gone through any training to attain the powers of a beginner swordmaster.

If a team was created entirely by swordsmen, it would be considered incredibly elite. The Holy See used this to create a group of knights that were made up of swordsmen. With this group they controlled the entire west of the mainland. Even though the black mages could create a large number of black puppets, the blood knights were created incredibly quickly too. With the gods supporting from behind, no one could criticise the Holy See's actions.

Despite that, creating blood knights was not something to rejoice. The people that had been turned into blood knights would have their lives shortened tremendously, at most living until thirty-five. Once they became blood knights, they would no longer have any conscious and needed to listen to the commands of the holy master.

Many blood knights were captured forcefully and were not willing. Even more had been prisoners of the other empires. When the black mages were defeated it caused non-stop chaos on the mainland.

Eventually, under the pressure of the other three empires, the Holy See had to promise to give up creating blood knights.

If the Qin Empire had not been so strong back then, causing the Cloudflow and Sikeqinya Empire to be worried, the three empires might have joined forces against the Tanggulasi Empire.

Now that the Holy See was back to creating blood knights it meant that they were confident of going up against the other three empires. The black deacon did not deny this, leaving Saleen shocked and angered.

According to Conan's few words, Saleen gathered that thousands of barbarians had been captured in the north. A group of knights was ten-thousand people, these barbarians alone could form a few groups of them. With tens of thousands of blood knights all at least the level of a swordmaster, this was a worrying amount of power.

When Saleen was little he had heard the rumors in his hometown that the Tanggulasi Empire was involved in the business of human trafficking. They did not need slaves, or at the very least they did not need to buy from the other empires. Finding a connection, Saleen realized that the Holy See must have been planning this for a long time.

Turning a living human into an existence similar to a puppet and sacrificing its soul to the gods was something no mage could swallow. This world was balanced. Anything given to the gods could never be returned to this world.

The Nature Goddess was the god of this dimension, and this problem did not exist. However, the God of Light was from another dimension. Whatever it took away would leave the Myers Mainland dimension forever.

”Mage, consider surrendering.” The black deacon laughed. From afar, a bright light shot across. Saleen knew it must have been from a high-grade holy master flying.

”Why haven't the three kings arrived?” Saleen furrowed his brows. He suddenly commanded the cloud of mist around him to pounce towards the black deacon.

He was incredibly shocked, even though his sword aura was not revolving as he wanted while he was flying close combat was not the strength of mages. No matter how slow he was he would be faster than a flying mage.

Saleen took advantage of his hesitation and released the scrolls in his hands consecutively. More ice blades appeared silently within the cloud of mist. This time, the ice blades that Saleen released were something he could control. Every time he opened a scroll, it was not finished. These ice blades were released but did not shoot out. Hundreds of them gathered and revolved around in the cloud of mist.

This saved a large amount of magic chords. As for focus, Saleen's focus was reaching the level of Lex's. Some grade-6 mages did not even have the focus he had. Saleen was not concerned about using up his focus, it could be quickly replenished unlike his magic chords.

The black deacon was incredibly shocked, his enemy was only a grade-4 mage yet had incredible attacking power. He was slightly slower when it came to flying and it was impossible for him to escape. He was slightly regretful of facing off against Saleen in the air. At that moment the red light on his body shone brightly as hundreds of holy prose shot out from his long robes.

These holy proses gave off a golden light as every ice blade slashed against them slowing them all. The holy proses were easily shattered by the ice blades, but they quickly condensed and reformed.

The black deacon quickly retreated and Saleen gave chase. The cloud of mist around his body expanded until it was almost a hundred meters in radius. The black deacon was completely surrounded in the cloud of mist. Saleen released scrolls almost as if they were free the powers from the scrolls surpassed that of a sorcerer.

Because very few mages had as many scrolls as Saleen they needed to repeatedly practice their technique when it came to releasing scrolls. For Saleen, releasing low-level scrolls was as quick for him as releasing a spell himself.

Ice blades, ice arrows, icicles, poisonous fog; dozens of low-level magic surrounded the black deacon. He quickly turned the pages of his book trying to recite a prayer. Saleen did not give him any chance to retaliate. The water current that was wrapping around his body silently flew out, breaking through the defences formed by the holy proses and wrapping itself around the black deacon's neck.