Chapter 134 - Inquisitor of Heresy 5 (1/2)
Rosenkreuz smiled bitterly and swallowed Clipport's fruit.
Shortly thereafter, his pupils shrunk and his irises instantly turned purple.
“You do know that Aleister Crowley made that drug, right?”
“Of course I do. However, we have created a neutralizing agent that can suppress the side effects. Through that, many pagans were granted forgiveness for their sins.”
The Holy See's task force, Castineon, was secretly conducting human experiments.
That was why Pronoia's power was recently soaring.
Their logic stated that as long as they stayed committed to the church, using the Clipport’s Fruit was not an evil act.
“I see that you now interpret the doctrine as you want.”
“When fighting against hordes of evil, be prepared to become a martyr. It is clearly stated in the doctrine. So please don't sell me short just because I took the Clipport's fruit.”
“Aleister Crowley is the head of the Witch Cult. He is also the head of the Golden Rose Society.”
“So what? I didn't get Clipport's fruit directly from him. We just took it away from them, like some kind of loot.”
Aleister was circulating the Clipport's Fruit through the executives under his command to plunge the Holy Aperian Empire into chaos.
When Rosenkreuz noticed this, he sent out the special agency Castineon to seize the Clipport's Fruits.
Thanks to this, the quantity they had was more than enough to be used by Castinion and Pronoia for a while.
”You seem to be enjoying yourself, even though you’re dancing in the palms of Aleister Crowley.”
“Dancing in his palms… Well, that might be the case. But he will be burned by my hands one day, as long as I recover the Holy Grail and the Forbidden books that Eteria Rodinus stole!”
One bean-sized sphere appeared in Rosenkreuz's hand.
Afterwards, it was shot into the air and it unfolded into a huge magic circle.
[Divine Storm].
It was a wide-range magic spell that could only be used if several high-ranking priests cast it at the same time.
“This is madness. Are you trying to turn this place into a wasteland?”
“I need to do at least this much to bring you down. Five wisemen and one saint. Isn't that more than enough to beat a Demon King?”
Hundreds of spheres of light appeared in the air.
Afterwards, they raged like a storm and created a huge vortex.
”hahahahahahahaha! Why don’t you become a martyr now, Mr. Saint!”
Rosenkreuz laughed like a madman as he watched the wisemen gathered together as they held together the barrier protecting them.
Boetius watched for a while before lifting up his crystal staff.
“A martyr? I refuse.”
“Ugh…!”
Afterwards, his limbs and joints bent in wrong directions with bone-cracking sounds.
“Aaaagghhh!!”
“It is my fault for not leading you down the right path. So, even if I have to over-exert myself, I have to take this opportunity to end things once and for all.”
Eradication.
Boetius didn't want to see his disciples degrading themselves endlessly.
When he approached Rosenkreuz and tried to finish him off,
“Got you.”
As the surrounding space crumbled, the boundaries between objects began to blur.
[Astral Illusion].
It was a divine spell that put the subject into a state of spiritual hallucinations.
“I didn’t think you would use an ancient tome like this.”
“I don't share your hobby of acting classy all the time. That’s why I was chosen as an inquisitor of heresy who cleanses the world by burning the pagans!”
Divine Storm narrowed its sphere of influence and approached Boetius.
Before long, a series of deafening sounds with a dazzling flash were heard.
Boobooboobooboom!!!
Boobooboom!
Booboobooboobooboobooboom!!!
“Lord Boetius!”
”Oh my goodness!”
The wisemen covered as horror filled their eyes.
After a while, the flash died down, and everyone's attention was focused on the two.
“Hoo, so you endured that. Your stamina is quite impressive.”
“Ugh…”
Boetius groaned, removing the barrier protecting.
But that only lasted for a moment.
He immediately corrected his posture and lifted his staff.
“It's my turn this time, Rosenkreuz.”
A pure white magic circle spread on the floor where the two stood.
Soon enough,
Boobooboom!
Boobooboobooboom!!!
Booboobooboobooboobooboom!!!
A barrage of spears of light appeared in the air and poured onto Rosenkreuz like heavy rain.
[Saint Paul].
It was a wide-range holy spell that could only be cast by dozens of people in the Spiritual Society.
Cracks formed on the protective barrier and soon enough, it shattered as it couldn’t withstand Saint Paul's formidable power.
Afterwards, dozens of light spears ruthlessly devastated Rosenkreuz’s entire body as he floated in the air, his arms dangling on the side.
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
Stab!
The flesh was gouged out and red blood poured.
Rosenkreuz looked down at Boetius like a saint being martyred on the execution platform, screaming in pain.
”Aaaarrrrgghhhhhhhhh!”
“I hope that in your next life, you will live as a good human being who won’t dip his fingers in religious craze.”
Boetius lowered the crystal staff and drew the sign of the cross with his other hand.
As the duration of Saint Paul ended, Rosenkreuz, whose head was dropped, began to chuckle in a low voice.