Great Demon King

Having collected all of the valuables in the bald mountain, Han Shuo looked up to see the three thousand plus zombies that had been walking towards the Helon Duchy turned to ashes upon being bathed in the holy light. None was left after a short span of a few minutes.

Through the yin demons, Han Shuo saw a group of four gracefully drifting over on the back of warhorses. Three of them wore silver-gray armor with the Church of Light’s cross engraved on the chest. The fourth was a light mage in white robe, a thick book of scriptures in his hand. A vast holy force overflowed with each page of the book being flipped.

Helen Tina was advancing by their side on the back of the fire phoenix. Her beautiful face full of fury and cold killing intent, she quickly approached the bald-peaked mountain.

A yin demon was surveilling and about to close in on these people for close detail when the white robed mage with the scriptures in hand seemed to discover it. His bright and wise eyes staring right at in the yin demon’s direction, he paged through the scriptures in his hand. A bundle of white light abruptly shot out from a page and hit the invisible yin demon in a second.

The yin demon that Han Shuo had spent a great deal of resources to refine was enveloped in a strange force upon being hit by the white beam. It turned instantly to ashes. Even Han Shuo’s soul brand on it had vanished.

A pair of thin eyes opened in the skies above Han Shuo. The white robed light mage abruptly closed the scriptures, his eyes as if piercing through layers and layers of obstacles to nail down Han Shuo’s body. The mage’s peaceful voice resounded quietly, “He’s on the bald mountain.”

The three silver armored Temple Knights urged their warhorses forward at the same time. The warhorses moved like whirlwinds, galloping swiftly towards the mountain. The white clad mage leisurely abandoned his warhorse and floated up, his speed even faster than that of the three Temple Knights riding warhorses.

Helen Tina, gliding on the fire phoenix at a low altitude, cried out softly in anger after hearing the mage’s words. The fire phoenix instantly shot in the air, tearing a blazing red across the sky and reaching the mountain in the span of a few breaths.

Han Shuo’s anger had been ignited when the yin demon was turned to ashes. He also became aware of the Church of Light’s terrifying power at the same time. That light mage holding the scriptures in particular could easily kill a yin demon with a simple gesture. Han Shuo was instantly on his guard against this mysterious person and his scriptures.

With the high speed of Art of the Demonic Ninth Heavens in addition to the earth elite zombie becoming invisible within the earth, Han Shuo wasn’t worried about escaping. Therefore, he didn’t choose to retreat upon seeing the Sky’s Eyes above his head. He’d wanted to at least face the light mage who’d destroyed his yin demon and suss out the situation before deciding whether or not to temporarily retreat.

The Sky’s Eye formed over his head needed a constant supply of mental strength from the caster. When the light mage realized that Han Shuo was remaining in the same place, he no longer provided supplied the Sky’s Eye with mental strength and immediately withdrew it.

Helen Tina landed in front of Han Shuo like a flame under the brilliant sunlight in her fiery-red magic robes. She was approximately twenty-eight years old. Her soft expression covered in a layer of frost, she stared coldly at him from the super rank magic creature and shouted, “The six magic crystal cannons, hand them back over to me now!”

Han Shuo looked up at her with a calm and natural expression. He pouted before saying with a bland smile, “This is but some interest from your Helon Duchy. Remember this well, these six magic crystal cannons is only the beginning. I will make you spit back out everything you people have robbed of us these past several years.”

“Who are you?” Helen Tina burned with rage upon hearing his words. However, she seemed to remember something and inquired him about his identity.

“Heh heh, you will know.” Han Shuo replied casually. He then stopped caring about her and focused all of his attention on the light mage who’d arrived by now.

“Please come with us to the Church of Light for a visit. As long as you confess your sins, the God of Light will forgive your reckless arrogance.” The Red Archbishop Kosse looked peaceful, as if he was the host inviting his guest.

Kosse and Ferguson were both grand magi. However Kosse was also a wind mage in addition to being a light mage. Moreover, he held the divine artifact “Revelation” of the Church of Light. He could borrow divine power from it, so his strength was much higher than the light grand magus Ferguson.

Kosse was only forty-five years old, but had the honor of serving as the acclaimed Red Archbishop. This indicated that he was no simple character. The only person above the rank of Red Archbishop was the God of Light’s messenger, the Pope. As the youngest Red Archbishop ever, he was the most promising candidate for the seat of the next Pope.

“Sorry, I have no time.” Han Shuo looked remotely at Kosse, refusing outright.

The three galloping Temple Knights had finally caught up. They’d come on the back of their warhorses since the road on the bald mountain wasn’t too windy. Standing on the mountain, Han Shuo looked into the far distance and discovered that a team of a dozen silver armored knights was gradually materializing. They seemed to be left behind by the four in Kosse’s group.

“My Lord, we don’t have to waste words on this heretic. He brutally killed Lord Ferguson. He should be burned for this sin.” A Temple Knight glanced coldly at Han Shuo and suggested to Kosse.

The Temple Knights were a group of dedicated fanatics completely faithful to the God of Light. They themselves possessed extraordinary strength. Only when the God of Light recognized their existence and bestowed a blessing upon them, could they be qualified as Temple Knights. The favor each Temple Knight earned was different in accordance to their strength of their faith as well as their own efforts.

The strength of the Temple Knights could be distinguished based on the amount of the God’s favor bestowed upon them. The Temple Knights who only received a hint of favor would have the insignia of the Holy Grail on the armor’s chest. Those who received a lesser amount would have the olive branch insignia, those with a lot of favor had the cross insignia.

The Temple Knights who earned the blessing of a miracle could display their power to the highest possible extent. This type of Temple Knights was extremely rare and few, their insignia on the armor’s chest being an angel statue, their strength comparable to a sacred knight. If a Temple Knight of this kind was a sacred knight himself, then his strength would be even more terrifying.

However, these Temple Knights were simply too rare in the Church of Light. They wouldn’t randomly leave the Temple of Light under normal circumstances, so those with the cross insignia on their chests were already the most powerful outside. Currently, three of these Temple Knights with the cross insignia was staring raptly at Han Shuo with fervent, frenzied eyes. Han Shuo became cautious upon seeing this kind of stubborn madness that belonged only to stubborn religious followers.

“Bryan, please come to the Church of Light with us to give a clear explanation. I guarantee that the God of Light will forgive your recklessness no matter how grave your sins are. At most you’ll only be imprisoned within the Church, we won’t take your life.” The Red Archbishop secretly recalled the warning of the Lancelot Empire and tried his best to sound polite.

“Bryan? So you are indeed that unlucky new city lord of Brettel City. I finally know the meaning in your words just now. Hmph, daring to grab my magic crystal cannons, you simply don’t care about the lives of your people!” Helen Tina had completely understood by nail. Her pretty eyes drilled into Han Shuo’s body as she snorted.

“You can try. Any duchy that dares try to pillage Brettel City will have to pay the price.” Han Shuo remained unmoved, only throwing Helen Tina a glance along with a cold warning. He then slowly took out the Demonslayer Edge and nodded towards the Temple Knight who’d first spoken, “Come on, brave Temple Knight. As long as you win against me, I’ll consider following you guys to the Church of Light. I think your Church of Light won’t gang up on me, will you?”

“But a despicable necromancer, it simply won’t need a second person from us to make a move.” The Temple Knight swung his silver spear to point at Han Shuo and spoke in a righteous, awe-inspiring manner.

The silver spear shone with a brilliant silver light. Han Shuo was long since been familiar with this kind of silver fighting aura. However, the silver spear also contained a pure divine power in addition to the energy of the silver fighting aura. When the strange divine power merged with the fighting aura, the combination was much more powerful than the simple silver fighting aura.

The Temple Knights had exchanged their faithful, steadfast beliefs for blessings from the God of Light, earning a strange power in addition to the fighting aura they bitterly cultivated. Not only did strange power protect them from the erosion of evil force, it also gave them the ability to purify the evil in this world.

Normally, the damage caused by dark and necromancy spells to Temple Knights was extremely limited. The Temple Knights possessed a very strong defense even against high rank dark and necromancy spells with terrifying lethality. On the other hand, the Temple Knights’ weapons, combined with the power bestowed by their God, was terribly fatal to mages of the two aforementioned majors. Any undead creature touched by the silver spear would be unable to withstand it and be immediately turned to ashes.