The Holy Man of Another Century Gospel

Chapter 31 Put it to death
when!
Eric quickly threw out the lighting ball that had been chanting for a while, and hastily raised his sword to block the captain of the guards' fierce attack, which immediately made his arms numb.

The fifth-level warrior's powerful blow almost cut his sword off. The same straight swords in the two men's hands were stuck together, and the intersecting gaps were very conspicuous.

"...Young Master?"

As the sword was swung out, Leslie regained consciousness and was shocked to find that he was actually attacking his teammates.

Eric put their swords aside, looking a little helpless. "You've fallen into the trap of the necromancer."

"I... yes, I saw it, but..."

Leslie remembered that he had just blocked a few bone spurs, and then he saw a dark red light suddenly shooting towards him. He had no time to block it, let alone dodge. When he came to his senses, his sword had already clashed with the young master's sword.

"It's okay. As long as he didn't kill me, he won't be able to use it a second time for a while."

Eric was also familiar with the boss's skill: it forced an attack on the nearest teammate, releasing it after one use. Because it was hidden, it could be caught off guard, but thankfully, the cooldown was long, so it wouldn't trigger a second time even after a fight.

With some effort, Eric separated the two swords and looked at the gap on the sword.

It’s not a big problem, it shouldn’t be interrupted for the time being...if the next target is just the old necromancer inside.

Leslie was still frightened. "Master, be careful. That old man's magic is very strange."

"I know, that's why we have to dispel the black fog. Otherwise, we can't defend against it at all."

Eric looked into the mine tunnel. The illuminating light ball he had just thrown out chanted for a while and expanded a lot. The dispelling effect was very significant, and the black fog was quickly dissolving.

The necromancer hiding behind the black fog retreated while waving his staff and throwing several black spells.

Dark Blast, the Necromancer version of a small fireball, doesn't do much damage, but you still have to dodge it.

Eric dodged the spell, rolled forward, and jumped quickly, suddenly closing the distance. As soon as he stopped, he raised his sword and pointed it at the necromancer.

Holy Light Punishment!

After a brief chant, a ray of holy light descended from the sky and hit the old man who was unable to dodge.

"what--"

Flanders howled in pain, and white smoke came out of his body.

His body has been transformed by various necromancy spells and has actually become an undead creature. He reacts particularly strongly to divine attacks such as Holy Light Punishment.

This is the first time Eric has used this offensive magic in actual combat, and so far, the effect is quite good.

This was an opportunity to attack. Eric had just turned his head when the captain of the guards behind him rushed towards the necromancer. He was also very sensitive to changes in the battle situation.

Flanders endured the pain of being burned by the holy light, swung his staff, shot bone spurs and dark shocks at Leslie, and kept retreating.

Leslie understood that the opportunity was rare, so he would dodge the flying bone spurs if he could, and if he couldn't, he would use his body to resist.

The Necromancer hasn't returned to the hall yet. As long as he gets close enough to where Storm Footwork can attack, everything will be fine!

As he charged forward, a bone spur wrapped in black air shot towards him. Leslie could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with this bone spur, but he had just twisted his body to dodge another bone spur, and now he had no place to dodge and could only watch it hit the chain mail on his chest.

There was a slight pain in his chest, which was the remaining force after being dissolved by the chain mail. The bone spur, which had lost its power, fell down, and the black air wrapped around it also dissipated.

That's all?

Leslie was a little surprised, and the slight pain in his chest quickly disappeared, as if he was just overthinking it.

However, the next moment, he discovered that not only the pain had disappeared, but his perception of his own body had also disappeared.

"..."

Leslie watched himself fall to the ground, unable to react.

Flanders, who was fleeing, finally waited for this moment, stopped immediately, began to chant the next spell, and was then hit by the holy light.

"what--"

The holy light burned, and his face and body were torn apart, white smoke was coming out, and his skin appeared a strange black color. The spell was naturally interrupted. Flanders was in great pain and was even more furious.

"Bastard! Despicable bastard! Despicable thing that only knows how to sneak attack!"

While angrily scolding Eric, the old man retreated, fearing that another holy light punishment would fall down.

Eric was too lazy to respond. Despicable? A sneak attack? How could this old man have the nerve to say that to him?

After finally subduing one of them, the Necromancer really didn't want to miss this rare opportunity in the struggle. He retreated and waved the staff in his hand. Dozens of white bone thorns floated beside him.

Just as it was about to shoot at Leslie who was lying on the ground unable to move, a light green spot of light appeared above his head, and then expanded into a halo, which quickly rotated around his body, turned a layer of khaki, and then fell to the ground and disappeared.

Leslie quickly scrambled to his feet, taking a defensive stance.

"Purification..."

The opportunity to break the deadlock was fleeting. Looking at Eric at the other end of the passage, Flanders was about to bite his old teeth to pieces.

Who the hell is this golden-haired bastard?

He was clearly holding a sword, like a warrior, but he was using all kinds of divine arts... Could he be a knight of the church?
Didn’t he say that he was a descendant of some noble family? Why would he be willing to condescend to do such dirty work himself?

"I advise you to give up your pointless resistance. I promise to kill you directly. This way, at least you won't suffer too much."

Seeing that he couldn't catch up with the Necromancer who had already fled back to the hall, Eric realized that he had missed this opportunity, so he started to talk nonsense.

"If you surrender after resisting to the bitter end, I will rip off your hands and feet, cut a thousand wounds on your body, and then throw you into holy water at one-tenth the concentration, slowly burning you to death."

"..."

Flanders didn't want to listen to his nonsense at all, but the voice kept coming into his ears, making him shudder.

Is this still human language?

Anyone who has anything to do with the nobility or the church is indeed a psychopath.

Also, what is the point of persuading people to surrender without giving them any chance to survive?
Since he is going to die anyway, does he really care about the pain before dying?
"Even if I die, I won't let you have an easy time."

Flanders looked at Eric coldly, "I have collected and refined the plague toxins from all the dead bodies in the mine. If it breaks out, you won't be able to escape."

Unexpectedly, the golden-haired young noble just sneered at this.

"Really? Then go ahead and blow it up."

Flanders frowned, wondering if this was just his bluff.

"I see you don't understand what the plague is, much less the power of that toxin after it's been refined... What are you laughing at?"

Eric shook his head. "I guess you didn't understand me."

"What?"

"It's the year 728 of the Gaia calendar, old man."

Flanders frowned even more tightly, "So what?"

"What's wrong? The plague that killed countless people two hundred years ago can only make me sneeze at best. It's been over two hundred years. Do you think the church has been sitting idle for so long? A cure or even a way to resist it has long been found."

Eric raised his sword and pointed it at him. "Flandre Aaron, I even know the secret of how you killed your first love when you were seventeen. How could I not be on guard against your so-called plague toxin?"

When his full name was called out and the secret hidden deep in his heart was dug out, the old man's face suddenly changed drastically.

"Impossible... How could you know... This is impossible... Who are you?"

"I am the messenger chosen by the omniscient and omnipotent Yela."

Eric held up his sword, remaining calm. "Flandre Aaron, your sins have not been atoned for. It's time to end them."

If they can't win, they will die. If they can't stop them and ask for help, they will die too. Flanders, who had long been suffocated by the pressure of death, finally collapsed at this moment.

"Ahhh-"

The black gas instantly churned up, part of it covered Flanders' face and body, turning into strange black lines, while the other part condensed into solid black nails in mid-air, and together with the suspended bone spurs, aimed at Eric and Leslie in the passage.

...Is this the second stage?

Eric was also shocked and quickly reminded Leslie to hide quickly.

"Master..."

Eric ran straight to the corner of the mine tunnel and said, "Don't worry about anything else. Let's avoid this wave of explosion first!"

He could see that the old man was under a lot of pressure and was emotionally unstable, so he just wanted to get him out of the hall. Unexpectedly, he went berserk as soon as he was provoked.

——What’s the difference between this and running wild with full health?
After all, they were the ones who were beaten all the time, and Flanders had only been hit by his Holy Light Punishment twice so far.

"Old people are so narrow-minded." Eric couldn't help but complain.

Fortunately, they hadn't chased too deep before, and the corner was right in front of them. As soon as Eric and Leslie hid behind the rock wall, they heard a constant clanging sound.

"From now on, his movements will become faster, his attacks will become more frequent, and the effects of his various spells will be enhanced, but he will no longer avoid battle."

Eric quickly instructed Leslie, "If we avoid this period of outburst, he'll become weakened and won't be able to fight anymore."

"Won't he just hide in the trap in the hall again?" Leslie asked.

The two men fell silent, then exchanged a glance, each understanding the other's intentions. Since the Necromancer was no longer shying away from the fight, they should face it head-on—they had been suffocating here for far too long.

Eric felt a surge of enthusiasm stirring in his heart, an unresolved desire to fight. "Hide for a while, and wait until he finishes shooting the bones of his ancestors before we attack. Remember, the top priority is..."

"Protect the young master."

"Kill him." Eric glanced at Leslie. "He doesn't have a fatal move. He can't kill me instantly. At most, he'll be injured. But if you miss the chance, we'll both die."

Leslie nodded solemnly, "Understood."

The two waited patiently, listening to the increasingly loud sounds of bone spikes and black nails formed by black energy hitting the rock wall, they realized that the necromancer on the other side of the passage was approaching rapidly.

Eric wasn't sure how long this barrage of comments from his ancestors would last, so he gestured to Leslie to step back a distance.

"I should have brought a shield earlier." Leslie sighed softly, "Even a small shield will do. Otherwise, it will be too difficult to block such a dense attack."

"You're right. Just consider it a lesson for me," Eric said.

This was indeed his responsibility. Although he remembered the boss's methods, his main concern was the control spells that could wipe out his entire team if he wasn't careful. Bone Spike, a skill that was a must-have for frontline classes, was subconsciously ignored by him - after all, he had the healer.

And now the only unreliable treatment is himself.

Experience in previous lives does not equal combat experience.

"Learn, learning never ends..." Leslie heard the young master mutter as he retreated.

The two men retreated a distance, but heard some movement behind them. Turning their heads, they saw that it was those wobbly skeletons, densely packed together, and there were quite a few of them.

"I forgot they haven't been cleaned yet." Leslie gripped his sword tightly and was about to take action. Eric had an idea and quickly called him back.

"Go behind them!"

These skeleton soldiers have low intelligence and don't even have weapons. They are just a bunch of random soldiers. Their only advantage is their large numbers, which makes them perfect as meat shields.

The two men rushed forward towards the skeleton soldiers, hitting them with swords and ramming them with their bodies, trying to squeeze out a path. But before they could squeeze out, they heard dense shattering sounds coming from behind them.

The Necromancer is catching up!
Bone spurs and black nails kept shooting out, all hitting the skeleton soldiers huddled together behind the two men. Naturally, there was no mercy, and bone fragments flew everywhere.

Eric and Leslie finally squeezed out, and seeing this situation, they both hid behind the ranks of skeleton soldiers, avoiding both bone spurs and flying bone fragments.

"Damn, I suddenly want to be a mage!"

"Master...how can a warrior say such things!"

Click click click——

The sound of bones colliding was so loud that it made one's teeth ache. The continuous subtle vibrations made Eric's ears itch, but before he could touch them, he suddenly realized that the sounds that had been more intense all the time suddenly stopped.

The first burst of skills in the second phase of the Necromancer has finally ended.

Eric and Leslie looked at each other, nodded, and then he rushed into the skeleton army formation which had become much thinner.

They opened up with a push and scattered with a chop. The two men rushed forward as if they were in an empty space, and soon they killed their way from one end to the other.

Flanders' entire body was filled with black air, and the blue flames in his eyes were so violent that they almost swallowed up his entire face. Seeing the two people coming towards him, the blue flame jumped again, and he raised his hand and a black spell shot out like lightning.

It was coming towards him, and Eric quickly dodged it, and a small black hole suddenly appeared at the original location.

If Dark Shock is the Necromancer version of a fireball, then this enhanced version of Dark Shock is a flame bomb, which is more powerful and faster.

After the attack missed, Flanders raised his hand and launched two consecutive dark attacks at Eric. He seemed to be completely unconcerned with Leslie who had already rushed in front of him with a sword, and the latter did not seem to care about the young master who was being chased by a series of spells.

Of course he saw Eric's situation, but at this moment the only option was to attack, as attack was the best protection for him.

cut!
When the space was big enough, Leslie unconsciously used his usual moves with the broadsword, chopping on the head. Anyway, if the strength was enough, both the broadsword and the straight sword could cut through anything.

However, just as the sword was about to hit the necromancer's neck, a white bone shield suddenly formed in front of Leslie. He had no time to retract his strength, nor to turn the sword, and he chopped straight up.

click-

The bone shield shattered instantly, and white bones exploded on Leslie's face, causing him to squint unconsciously. The next moment, he was knocked back by several consecutive dark shocks.

Although it was clearly a spell-based attack, Leslie felt as if he had been punched several times in the chest and abdomen. His stomach was churning and he felt like vomiting.

He endured it, and before he could even stand firmly, he launched another attack.

Flanders raised his staff and was about to chase after him when his eyes suddenly fixed.

"..."

He lowered his head, and the tip of the sword wrapped in golden light pierced through his chest.

Seeing him turn his head expressionlessly, strangely turning it nearly 180 degrees, Eric knew that the sword he stabbed in the heart did not kill him directly.

Although Leslie tried his best, time was too short. He should have tried again and beheaded him directly.

Eric cried out in his heart that something was wrong. He drew his sword and tried to retreat, but found that the sword in his hand seemed to be sucked in and he couldn't pull it out.

wow-

The cloth robe that Flanders had been wearing for perhaps two hundred years suddenly exploded, revealing his khaki body covered with black lines. The part on the back actually looked like an eye.

Eric's sight was inevitably drawn to the black eye, and then he saw it suddenly blink.

"..."

he……

What is he doing?

Looking at the black eyes in front of him, he subconsciously reached out and touched them.

Touched the screen.

Screen?

As his vision widened, he found himself playing an online game with an extremely familiar interface on the screen.

Oh, "Crown of Thorns."

He is playing a dungeon with the keyboard in his left hand and the mouse in his right hand, and there is a takeaway next to him.

He wanted to continue, but found that he didn't have the strength to lift his hands. He tried to concentrate, but the content on the screen became increasingly blurry and he could not see anything clearly.

Is he tired?

He wants to rest?

He is tired.

He wants to rest...

“——Master!”

He raised his head suddenly and saw a sword on the screen getting bigger and bigger until it pierced through the screen and stabbed him.

Stab him in the flesh for real.

The pain and bleeding brought Eric back to consciousness instantly.

Looking at the dagger stuck in his left arm and Leslie who was knocked back, he understood that the captain of the guards had indeed carried out what he had said before.

"If I fall into a hallucination, remember to stab me immediately... I can't wake myself up. I can't break the hallucination without being hurt. This is the mechanism!"

Now that he has regained consciousness, the battle should be over.

Pfft!

Eric pulled out the dagger, chanted something quickly, and stabbed it into Flanders' jaw from bottom to top, going straight through the top of his head, and then twisted it hard.

"what--"

The tip of the dagger that broke through the skull flashed with golden light, and accompanied by a roar, the blue flames in the necromancer's eyes suddenly jumped up and engulfed the entire head.

Eric quickly jumped to the side, picked up Leslie's sword, and was about to finish him off when the flames on the necromancer's head gradually fell down like a match head that was about to burn out.

thump.

Keeping his head turned 180 degrees in a strange posture, the necromancer fell straight to the ground, finally meeting his true death that was two hundred years late.

A golden light emerged from his body and then flowed into Eric's body.

[Swordsman class upgraded to level 30]

[Monk class upgraded to level 30]

"hiss……"

Eric turned his head to look at the wound on his left arm, then looked at the captain of the guards who was flying backwards.

"That's a really solid stab... Are you trying to break my arm?"

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