Chapter 446: Killing the Enemy (1/2)
GDK 446: Killing the Enemy
Even after three years, when Han Shuo’s voice sounded again, sacred knight Blount could tell exactly who this man, whose back he had been string at, was.
Blount’s humiliating defeat in their battle all those years ago had undoubtedly left a lasting impression on him. For Blount, the fight ended most shamefully, truly the lowest moment of his life. For the three years that followed, Blount, who was still recovering from his injuries, could not help but think about Han Shuo. Now that Han Shuo stood right in front of him once again, Blount, a ruthless murderer with a particular aversion to infidels, was unable to control his expression.
“You!” yelled Blount in a voice dripping with hatred. Blount clasped a shiny golden spear tightly in the palm of his hand. His veins were popping out. His grip grew tighter and tighter, as though he were trying to break the spear in two. It was obvious how deeply rooted the hatred was in his heart.
Han Shuo nodded in acknowledgement. Carrying a sinister grin on his face, he said, “We meet again!”
“Lord Blount, who is this child?” The talkative magus was puzzled. He could not understand why a sacred knight such as Blount himself, one of majestic status within the Church of Light, would be acquainted with an obviously immature and inexperienced brat.
“You, you two know each other?” muttered Elizabeth, who was paralyzed under Han Shuo’s foot and could do so much as twitch a finger. She looked at Han Shuo, bewildered.
“Hahah, of course!” Han Shuo replied, smiling ominously. Without turning his head, Han Shuo waved his hand and patted Elizabeth on the shoulder. Suddenly, the energy within her that shackled her body disappeared. “Your body of divine favor can absorb the sacred energy from their bodies. How intriguing. Today is your lucky day. Perhaps you may even get to absorb the holy energy of a sacred knight. Elizabeth, be sure to seize the opportunity!” Han Shuo said to Elizabeth in a strange tone as she rose to her feet behind him. Han Shuo’s gaze was fixed on Blount.
Elizabeth stared at the sacred knight Blount who looked as though he was facing against a great rival. A thought suddenly occurred to her. She pointed at Han Shuo and said in an appalled tone, “You, you are that necromancer from the Lancelot Empire, aren’t you? I’ve heard about you before. You single-handedly defeated Blount and his men? Oh my! It really is you!”
Elizabeth, an infidel the Church of Light had been hunting tirelessly, surely kept with the news. And of course she would often inquire about those like herself, wanted dead by the Church of Light. The battle for Ossen City three years prior was the single greatest setback the Church of Light had suffered in recent years. The news of this event, propagated by certain parties with differing intentions, had spread across many countries.
News that the sacred knights, symbolic of the mighty presence of the Church of Light, suffered crippling defeat, spread like wildfire far and wide, as though the Plague spell in necromancy magic had been cast. For heretics suffering in hardship due to the Church of Light, this news was music to their ears. Any infidel with the slightest competency would know the name ‘Bryan’.
The men of the Church of Light who encircled Han Shuo and Elizabeth turned pale upon hearing Elizabeth’s words. Three Temple Knights stood closest to Han Shuo and were the first to charge towards Elizabeth, but before Han Shuo even made a move, the three subconsciously took a few steps backward, distancing themselves from Han Shuo, and returning to the circle.
“Him…. it’s actually him…,” the magus of the Church of Light asked Blount doubtfully, mumbling to himself as he stared frightened at Han Shuo. His voice diminished, as though he were afraid of arousing Han Shuo’s attention.
“Prepare to move! Forget about Elizabeth. Aim every attack at him!” Blount softly yelled. Immediately after that he glared at Han Shuo, and said, “Three years had passed. I don’t believe that this time you will be able to injure me again!”
As soon as Blount spoke those words, an enormous sacred aura escaped from Blount’s body. The divine aura and his golden fighting aura fused together with perfection. The muscles on his body suddenly burst out glorious golden rays, giving him the appearance of a man cast in gold, a golden man, a truly awesome spectacle in the most literal sense of the word.
Han Shuo’s pupils gleamed. Through the aura on Blount he could sense just how powerful he was. He discovered that in those three short years, Blount’s strength had improved to some degree. His aura must have doubled by some miraculous transformation.
“This time, I will not injure you again.” Han Shuo looked at Blount with cold eyes, and continued word by word, “I will kill you!”
Han Shuo grinned fiercely as his clenched fist shot at Blount.
As the golden spear in Blount’s hand brandished with layers upon layers of golden light, Han Shuo used his right fist like a hammer. A radiant, cataclysmic energy congealed in his palm. A garish flash of red light shot violently out of his fist. After the light faded, a scarlet red fist the magnitude of a hill appeared out of thin air, descending rapidly onto Blount.
Blount was in great fear. He could feel the destructive power contained within the punch. The energy he had gathered in the last three years, gushed into the golden spear in his hand, turning him into a golden sun. He hurled the spear upwards at the gigantic scarlet-red fist smashing down on him. As the golden spear flew up in high speed, a chorus praising the God of Light could be faintly heard.