Grave Keeper of the Fallen Kingdom

A disaster that struck suddenly.

In a situation where the repairs to the castle walls were not even completed, the saint attacked the castle once again.

The Avengers did not invade with a plan, but the saint came alone.

“No more. “The saint must be killed!”

“Calm down. Osilia.”

“Does it look real? Do you know how many priests in the Holy Kingdom have already died?”

The attitude was completely different from the previous invasion.

Even when he took over other cities before Bastian, the saint did not take the lives of innocent people.

But this time, he said, he was brutally slaughtering everyone who stood in his way without any hesitation.

Even conversation didn’t work.

It just marches towards Bastian like a blind tank.

“It seems to me that it has something to do with the loss of news from the mission.”

Heron analyzed the situation based on information obtained through the sacrifices of the paladins and soldiers.

“If the saint was going to attack Bastian like this in the first place, he should have ended the previous invasion. “It is unfortunate that this happened right after the delegation went to Positirium.”

“Maybe it needed reorganization?”

Aston asked.

“It’s not impossible that it happened, but the attitudes and methods between the first invasion and the current invasion are very different. The saint now looks like… … , I guess you could say he looks like a child who is very angry. “There is no need or ability to act like that.”

The Cardinals and Aston sympathized with his last words.

A saint is a person who is everything he appears on the outside.

If he had been able to act in the first place, he would not have revealed his fatal weakness during the last invasion.

“It seems that there was some third party intervention.”

“Who do you think it is?”

“… The prime suspect is Heukseong. “In the first place, it is the largest force related to the Avengers, and it is also the force that wants to erase the Holy Kingdom the most.”

“What would you like me to do?”

“It would be best to clear up the misunderstanding… … .”

Heron, who always gave clear answers, also pulled out his curly hair as if he couldn’t find the answer this time.

“I don’t think the excited saint will listen to us.”

“In the end, you have to calm the saint down.”

“Yes, that way we can accurately understand the situation and resolve any misunderstandings.”

“What is the current damage situation?”

In response to Aston’s question, Alfred calls the soldier waiting at the door.

“As of now, 107 soldiers were killed, two Holy Knights were annihilated, and 33 priests were killed.”

“This is crazy… … .”

Heron cursed softly at the shocking number of casualties.

Alfred’s face hardened and Osilia’s fists clenched.

Aston was the one who maintained his composure the most.

“Where is it?”

“I think we’ll arrive at Bastian soon.”

“We don’t have much time.”

Aston stood up.

“I will step forward.”

“It’s not possible! If you’re not careful this time, His Holiness could be in danger. “I will take the initiative and take my time.”

Alfred, who took over Inferno, the favorite disease of Rem, the former leader and cardinal of the Holy Knights, said.

“I will help too.”

“No, the power of the cardinals cannot stop the saint.”

Aston shook his head as he sat down again as Osilia tried to stand up.

“There should be no more victims.”

“but-.”

“Heron, I open the holy relic. Cardinals, prevent the aftermath of the fight from spreading to innocent citizens. Paladins and priests, evacuate all citizens through the opposite door.”

Aston rarely changes a decision once it has made it.

It was enough to disagree with him once.

“All right. His Holiness.”

“egg plant.”

Aston came out the gate.

In the distance, a small dot was walking across the plain.

‘You are controlling your divine power.’

It was unexpected.

I thought he would attack me without knowing anything and using his divine power too much, but surprisingly, he approached me cautiously, preparing for the fight in Bastian.

“I will assist you. His Holiness.”

“okay. Alfred, your Inferno can assist Raman’s spear. “I will allow it.”

“thank you. His Holiness.”

Aston opened the gate and went out into the plain.

The saint stopped in place, as if waiting for him.

‘Isn’t reason completely lost?’

There was a glimmer of hope.

It’s not like you’re so caught up in the excitement that you can’t make sense of it.

If he had lost his mind in the first place, he would have poured his divine power into Bastian a long time ago.

And he would have gone on a rampage regardless of his own life.

Look at that divine power that looks like it might explode at any moment.

I can feel that I am trying so hard to suppress it.

What could possibly make that child so angry?

And what is making his mind cold?

He looked a little different from his usual saint.

“Saint, I want to hear why you are attacking Bastian.”

Aston asked, coming within earshot of him.

“… … Clark.”

Aston’s eyebrows twitched.

There was moisture in the saint’s voice.

“Clark… Give it back… … .”

He swallowed. The sadness hidden within the anger was revealed.

I could feel how deep the sorrow was in just one short word.

Like a child who lost his parents.

I desperately called his name.

‘No way, Black Star…’ … .’

Aston was deep in thought.

Along with the disappearance of the delegation, Clark also disappeared.

And, as if the saint was convinced, he stormed into Bastian and demanded Clark’s return.

‘Did they use the mission to kidnap Clark and frame him?’

The picture is roughly drawn.

If this happens, the survival of the delegation cannot be expected.

If this idea is correct, the most important thing was Clark’s safety.

“We don’t have Clark with us. “Even the delegation has lost contact.”

“… … please. please.”

He knelt down as if he couldn’t even hear Aston’s words.

‘You’re in big trouble.’

I didn’t think it would make sense.

Reason was not maintained.

I was simply holding it down because I was worried about Clark’s safety.

They have been killing every priest of the Holy Kingdom in sight, but now they are on their knees again.

Even his contradictory behavior is proof that his mind is not sound.

And that’s probably why Clark’s existence is so important to that child.

“Really we have nothing-.”

“Do not lie!! please! Please return it… … . huh?”

“… … .”

Aston swallowed his sorrowful screams.

“Seed… … .”

He stands up unsteadily.

He bowed his head and a golden glow flashed across his shadowy face.

“You’re always like that. Cowardly… , bad… … .”

Golden divine power gathers into his grasp.

“If you don’t give Clark back right away, I will kill you all.”

“… … “If you end up killing those you care about because of a misunderstanding, Clark won’t look upon you kindly.”

“Hmph, you also took innocent Clark.”

Following his hand, several sacred magic circles appeared in the air and runes were drawn on them.

“I will make the same for you.”

Aston likewise channeled divine power into the holy relic.

It was a situation where there was no answer.

It seemed like nothing could be heard in the saint’s ears other than the words about returning Clark.

First, they had to block the Holy Man and give the Holy Kingdom’s citizens time to evacuate.

“Sacred Chain.”

Teeing!!

Dozens of thick chains bounced from the sacred magic circle and flew towards Aston.

“Raman’s window opens.”

As soon as he chanted, the sky opened and a ray of divine power fell from within and was contained in the window.

“Come to your senses. “The one who took Clark away was not the Holy Kingdom, but the Black Star!”

Ting! Ting! Ting!!

Aston struck down all the chains with his spear and quickly got into close range.

‘This hectic time is an opportunity.’

Opening of sacred gems.

“Link.”

The sacred jewel shining from his chest and the Spear of Raman resonate, emitting bright light.

“Sacrifice.”

The sacred power of the sacred gem flowed into Raman’s spear, creating pure white flames.

“Raman’s flame.”

A beam of cold light becomes a flash and passes through the saint’s body.

“nice… omg… … !”

The saint, who had not expected his defenses to be breached, flinched.

It’s an attack power that pierces immortal divine armor and divine power.

It was a completely unexpected surprise.

“Big.”

Aston barely swallowed the blood that was welling up in his eyes.

Sacrifice is an ancient sacred magic that amplifies divine power by sacrificing one’s life.

It is a sacred magic that is passed down only to the Pope.

Although it was not to the point of death, Aston felt himself becoming faint from the sudden fatigue.

‘You have to endure.’

Flames poured out continuously from Raman’s spear, which pierced the saint’s body, burning him.

The saint is so busy blocking the flames that he can’t even fight back.

‘… … Dangerous.’

I thought there might be a chance if I used the power of the Sacrifice and the Holy Relics, but as time went by, it was actually becoming more difficult for Aston.

‘There is too much difference in divine power.’

Too much divine power was consumed to bring out the true power of Raman’s spear.

Moreover, the output has now been raised to maximum.

It was not easy to last long with Aston’s divine power.

‘If you burn more vitality… … .’

If I were to risk my life here, would I be able to win?

At the very least, wouldn’t it give the citizens of Seongguk time to evacuate?

The moment when Aston, who had been gritting his teeth and letting go of his divine power, made up his mind and was about to use Sacrifice one more time.

The heat of the flame flew from behind and attacked the saint.

The flames that finally reach become a huge hot wind and soar into the sky.

“His Holiness! Are you okay?”

And Aston, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, missed the timing to unleash the Sacrifice and eventually retreated.

Wow!!

“Khu-up.”

At the same time, blood pouring out.

My concentration was broken and the pain I had been suppressing came flooding back.

“not… Okay… … .”

Aston fell to the floor and looked up to see the saint.

The immortal armor that protected his body was covering his wounds and recovering his body at a rapid rate.

Raman’s flames were pushed away little by little, and the saint began to move.

“do… … .”

“Wake up! His Holiness! “I will help you.”

“do… mind… … .”

“yes? what-.”

“escape… Chira… go.”

Alfred, who understood Aston’s words, slowly turns his head.

Eyes sparkling in pure white flames.

Alfred met its gaze and trembled.

“No words… no… … .”

* * *

The appearance of Bastian as you cross the ridge.

And the devastated plains west of Bastian.

“this… … .”

Hundreds of paladins were spread out on the floor, and the cardinals were barely standing still, completely devastated.

Among them, a saint who has lost his mind is holding Aston’s leash and emitting divine power.

“We should hurry.”

I had already lost a lot of strength from running such a huge distance.

I ran almost without stopping.

Thanks to this, we arrived before Bastian was devastated.

‘Can I win?’

Fortunately, the saint’s condition didn’t look that good.

You can tell just by looking at his inability to immediately deal with the cardinals surrounding him.

The problem is the Aston in his hands… … .

Footwork – Noein

Puzzle!!

Ren accelerated, emitting brain energy.

As he rushed forward, leaving a black scar on the floor where he stepped, the saint turned around.

“Saint!!”

The saint flinches at Clark’s voice.

“Cl… Rock?”

“Calm down. I am… , Cough!”

At that time, Clark, who was coughing up blood, and the saint’s eyes were shaking as if there had been an earthquake at the same time.

Sssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!

Four chains rushing through the air.

Two attacked Ren as if to disrupt his gaze, while the other two turned towards Clark.

I knew they were going to take Clark away, but Ren threw away all the chains and stepped back.

“Give me Clark!!”

He throws away the Pope who is no longer useful and explodes with divine power.

At the same time, the cardinals around him hurriedly took care of the Pope, and Ren, who was countering the saint’s attack, grinned.

‘Your eyesight has turned properly. ‘You’re abandoning Aston yourself.’

“Ren, please put me down. I explained it well… Ugh!”

Clark, suddenly grabbed by the collar, was dragged forward and held in Ren’s arms.

“Le, Ren… sir?”

And the cool glowing Chohon beneath his neck raises a blue blade as if it could cut Clark down at any moment.

“Clark!!”

“Stop running wild like a child. saint.”

Ren’s voice subsided.

“Because cutting down Clark, who you love so much, is as easy for me as breathing.”

“suddenly… , Why are you doing this?”

Clark asked in confusion.

But Ren didn’t even react, as if he couldn’t hear the voice.

“It was you. “The guy who kidnapped Clark!”

“Speak clearly. “I didn’t kidnap Clark, I saved him.”

“Do not lie! But why Clark-.”

“The armor you wore.”

Ren gestured to the armor covering him with his chin.

“Take it off. “Then I’ll send Clark.”

In this situation, Clark’s eyes shook violently, as he had not expected that he would use himself as bait to steal the saint’s holy relics.