349 Courting Trouble Part 1 (1/2)
Saleen was both alarmed and terrified. This holy master was actually a saint!
It was possible that Guise had not even known that he was under god's protection. The Lord of Glory had already noticed Guise, it was just that he had not been able to disseminate a decree in time. Even if Banchajanna's axe was used against a mountain, the mountain would also be breached. However, at this moment, the axe had only injured Guise's skin. The bone beneath his skin remained crystal clear and unharmed.
Currently, the three kings had no other option. They knew that they had trifled with someone they should not have. If the kings let this fellow escape now, they would face more trouble in the future.
At the same time, the three kings took out their scepters and surrounded Guise.
”Thank you Shanglan, for giving me the power of truth!”
”Thank you Shanglan, for giving me the power of deceit!”
”Thank you Shanglan, for giving me the power of absurdity!”
These three scepters were actually a single entity wielded by Diyabannersa. But in order to conceal their tracks after arriving on the mainland, the scepter had been separated into three parts and wielded by the three kings. At this moment, the three kings were going to strike together. The scepters formed a triangle with Guise in the center, as illusory magic patterns flashed between the scepters.
Saleen and Aini retreated to the stairway at the same time. They looked at each other, petrified. What magic was that? They could feel an aura which originated from elemental destruction.
As spirits, it was very strange that the kings were releasing elemental magic. Furthermore, the power from this spell was horrifying. It was not something which Saleen or Aini could handle, and if they were even slightly affected, they would end up in a miserable state.
The cracking of bones could be heard coming from Guise's body. This sound was clear and lasting, as though someone was using a hammer to hit every last inch of his bones.
Pak, pak…
Two gentle pops sounded. It turned out that Guise's eyes had popped out of their orbitals, landing on the ground. From the surface of his body, blood was spurting outwards, causing his long white robe to turn scarlet.
”Filthy spirits, blasphemers, in the name of my god…” Guise struggled desperately, trying to finish chanting his prayer. However, this attack from the three kings was a spell which had been summoned from the scepter. Such a spell could not be utilized by modern mages. It belonged to an era tens of thousands of years ago. It was a strange spell which existed before the humans had gone into decline.
A space was formed in between the three scepters. Within this space, the protective powers from the Lord of Glory were torn away gradually, turning into nothingness.
Aini clenched his teeth as he witnessed this scene unfolding before him. He knew what the holy master in a white robe was trying to do – a cursing spell.
”Kill him completely, don't even spare his soul!” Aini commanded Judikaka. Previously, a cursing spell had nearly killed Aini, and had even caused his magic chords to disappear. Aini had almost been rendered useless because of such a spell. If not for his parents' aegis and blessings from his family, he would have already been a sickly man by now. A young and talented elemental mage had been forced to convert to cultivating death magic.
Even without Aini's commands, the three kings would not have spared Guise anyways. If they allowed Guise to ascend to heaven, their doings would be revealed to the gods.
In this plane, gods were not omnipotent, so the kings were really lucky. By killing this holy master thoroughly, their secrets would not be exposed for the time being, assuming that the god had not cast any special blessings.
”All of you…will, die!” Guise experienced great difficulty trying to finish his sentence. Whenever a word came out from his mouth, a surge of blood would spurt out from his body. At this moment, there was a pool of blood under his feet, and the ground was stained with blood.
”What a load of crap.” Aini cast a deadly glare at this holy master, as though Guise was the person who had harmed him from the shadows.
”Aini, remain calm,” Saleen reminded him. Even though elemental magic and death magic were two different schools of thought, they shared one thing in common, which was that a mage's heart could not be blinded by any emotion. Obviously, Aini had recalled the incident which had happened to him, and that rush of vengefulness would in turn cause Aini to lose his rationality.
”I am very calm. Every time a quack like him dies, I become slightly happier.” Aini rubbed his face, trying to regain his composure. Most opinions about holy masters were positive. After all, their daily routines were to save people. However, in the region where the Holy See and the other three empires crossed swords, holy masters would frequently violate their boundaries and carry out some clandestine activities. Noblemen who were privy to such classified information never felt that holy masters were kind people.
Even within the interior of the Holy See, the pivotal council was quite dissatisfied with some of the actions taken by the inquisition. However, the three inquisitors were simply too powerful. Thus, most cardinals would choose to steer clear from trouble, causing the officers in the inquisition to become increasingly appalling.