Chapter 43
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Chapter 43
In the heart of the Holy Land of the Divine Church, the Rosellia Grand Temple.
It had been over two months since Heinrich came here, but his daily routine remained unchanged even today.
Kkigigigik—
“Hup!”
With a sound like twisting metal, a mass of metal connected to chains defied gravity.
“Hoo—”
Swish— clang!
The monstrous weight machine, with its tonnage of metal, diligently tore the muscles of the insolent human daring to use it through its periodic reciprocal motion.
At that moment.
Whaak—
“Huh?”
Like a dam bursting, divine power surged from his body.
[The individual has met the conditions and gained enlightenment. Special skill "Blessing: Fortitude" acquired.]
Simultaneously, the metal he struggled to lift suddenly shot up.
Heinrich froze in that position for a moment, then closed his eyes, feeling the divine power coursing through his body.
'...Finally, I've reached it! The power of a high priest!'
He felt the stagnated divine power, which seemed to have hit a limit at some point, finally breaking through to a new stage.
This must be thanks to the newly acquired "Blessing: Fortitude."
Excited, he quickly set down the chains.
Swish— Boom!
The metal, unable to defy gravity any longer, violently met the ground, but that was no longer his concern.
'Who would have thought that just by exercising like crazy, I could surpass my limits.'
Of course, his time at the Grand Temple wasn't solely spent on physical training.
Basic education in theology, doctrine, history, and additional training as a Paladin in various martial arts, horsemanship, ceremonies, and holy techniques was a given.
At least physical training was manageable thanks to the skill "Boneless," but he struggled significantly in other areas.
Still, he somehow met the standards.
However, his divine power had still been stagnating, short of high priest level, so he was concerned until a senior Paladin casually suggested a solution.
'Just push your body to the limit. Insanely. Fast recovery? Then double the effort. If that doesn’t work, increase it several times more.'
A surprisingly simple solution!
Of course, his advice was reasonable.
The condition for having high priest-level divine power was to possess at least one "Blessing."
And the easiest blessing for Paladins to obtain was the "Blessing of Fortitude."The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
Probably those on the path of priesthood would grow through other types of blessings.
Now that he had overcome the stagnation of his divine power, it would steadily grow until reaching the level of a bishop.
That was his greatest advantage.
Heinrich quickly tidied up the training equipment and headed to where the other Paladins were.
Now that he was officially qualified to become a Paladin, it was time for the corresponding discussions.
As he hastened his steps.
"Hmmhmhm~♪"
He heard someone humming in the garden he passed by.
Park Gwangcheon glanced at his fallen subordinates. More than half were dead, but those who had fallen recently were mostly subdued, not killed.
'This is wrong. There's no hope left.'
The commotion from the vampires' side had quieted down, indicating that their situation was likely resolved. This silence was not a good sign for him. It meant he was utterly defeated by just one person.
'If I delay any longer, the vampire from the other side will join here. I need to salvage what I can and escape.'
The area was sealed with dual barriers from the Abyssal Conclave and Hahoe mask, but with his unique skill, 'Spatial Manipulation,' he could escape. This skill had saved his life many times before.
He gathered his mana one last time before activating his unique skill.
***
The situation with the vampires was roughly settled, and the resistance of the Abyssal Conclave was coming to an end.
The remaining enemies were being kept alive and subdued as much as possible to extract information from their memories, but this wouldn’t take much longer. Amidst the careful clearing of the battlefield, I sensed that the enemy leader was preparing something. It was already too late for them to do anything significant, but just in case, I stayed on guard. And then...
“All your efforts are appreciated. For the Abyssal Conclave! [Die for freedom—!]”
The last sentence echoed in the space, imbued with magical power. At that moment, the bodies of the Abyssal Conclave members stiffened uniformly, regardless of whether they were resisting or had already lost consciousness due to being subdued.
‘What new trick is this!’ Clearly, something unusual was happening. Hans’s thinking accelerated. The surroundings seemed to freeze for a moment, and time slowed down. Ssshh...
‘What’s this?’ An unidentified magical flow penetrated the minds of the living, trying to resonate with something that was embedded in their brains. Simultaneously, in Hans’s unrestricted field of vision, he caught sight of the enemy leader glaring this way, grinding his teeth, his figure beginning to blur.
‘Self-destruct command to his subordinates. He’s escaping.’
Hans quickly assessed the situation. How space travel was possible within the barrier was uncertain, but that was a problem for later. Now, a choice had to be made. To prioritize.
Should he find a way to prevent the self-destruction of the gang members caused by this mysterious flow, or should he abandon the minions and immediately pursue the escaping leader, whose means of escape were unknown? Neither option seemed particularly feasible.
‘Only a few seconds left, and the enemy’s method is unknown.’
Frustration surged momentarily at the forced choice. In such a situation, naturally...
[Naturally, I won’t give up on either option!] Hans, the incarnation of greed and obsession, swallowed his negative emotions. Of course, he had no intention of giving up on either!
All resources of every entity were concentrated on Hans. His thought process accelerated even more. Time almost came to a standstill. Dark magic split into dozens of strands, each targeting their respective goals. A quick trace was left on the leader, almost completely vanished. Though not a proper tracking spell, it might be swept away by the flow of space soon, but it should buy a few seconds.
The rest of the dark magic burrowed into the minds of the survivors, making contact with something resonating with the externally applied flow to gather information.
...Unknown. The unique complex spell formula of the Abyssal Conclave. To fully comprehend and unravel this intricately intertwined formula, Hans's research was still lacking. However...
Parts of the complex spell formula. ‘Prohibitions’ and ‘curses’ mixed into it were very familiar to Hans. They had been his frequently used tools recently.
‘This is where it starts.’
‘Vile Wisdom’ followed the familiarity to trace, and ‘Forbidden Knowledge’ began to analyze. Unraveling the composition of the spell like digging up sweet potato vines, he finally neared the end. Located at the last part was...
It was 'death.' This was more than just familiar to Hans; it was intrinsically linked to his very essence. It was something he had experienced, overcome, and ultimately came to dominate.
'Now!'
He intervened in the resonating formula. Just like carelessly inserting a foreign object into precision machinery parts could cause a malfunction, the formula might go haywire and harm the subject. That would be a failure. Therefore, he removed a part of the formula's cogwheel.
As an eternity-like instant passed, the endlessly stretched noise around him slowly began to return to normal.
Woong—
The formula continued to resonate. However, with a crucial part missing, it could only idle, failing to achieve its original purpose.
[Kekeke... Kahahaha! I am the ruler of death. Do you think you can escape me through death?]
Hans burst into maniacal laughter, having completed his task. Of course, during this, he didn't forget to move the dark magic to knock out the staggering remnants who hadn't lost consciousness. He couldn't risk them waking up and causing more trouble.
[And you, you won’t die so easily.]
He immediately tracked the dark magic he had planted on the leader just before he vanished, as well as the traces left while escaping the barrier.
While he was focused on deciphering the prohibition, the traces had already started to fade. However, the situation was better than before. By closely analyzing the prohibition, he identified the magic pattern of the one who created it. This was information he couldn’t have discerned from simply fighting.
Using the residue left in the barrier, he estimated the direction and, with the faint traces of dark magic, guessed the distance. Within the range he had determined, he pinpointed the location based on the leader's magic pattern.
He didn't know how the leader had escaped the place. Given that there were no magical traces left in the barrier, it was likely a unique skill. But now, that was irrelevant.
[...Found you.]
He would simply have to search the leader’s mind directly.
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Chapter 43
In the heart of the Holy Land of the Divine Church, the Rosellia Grand Temple.
It had been over two months since Heinrich came here, but his daily routine remained unchanged even today.
Kkigigigik—
“Hup!”
With a sound like twisting metal, a mass of metal connected to chains defied gravity.
“Hoo—”
Swish— clang!
The monstrous weight machine, with its tonnage of metal, diligently tore the muscles of the insolent human daring to use it through its periodic reciprocal motion.
At that moment.
Whaak—
“Huh?”
Like a dam bursting, divine power surged from his body.
[The individual has met the conditions and gained enlightenment. Special skill "Blessing: Fortitude" acquired.]
Simultaneously, the metal he struggled to lift suddenly shot up.
Heinrich froze in that position for a moment, then closed his eyes, feeling the divine power coursing through his body.
'...Finally, I've reached it! The power of a high priest!'
He felt the stagnated divine power, which seemed to have hit a limit at some point, finally breaking through to a new stage.
This must be thanks to the newly acquired "Blessing: Fortitude."
Excited, he quickly set down the chains.
Swish— Boom!
The metal, unable to defy gravity any longer, violently met the ground, but that was no longer his concern.
'Who would have thought that just by exercising like crazy, I could surpass my limits.'
Of course, his time at the Grand Temple wasn't solely spent on physical training.
Basic education in theology, doctrine, history, and additional training as a Paladin in various martial arts, horsemanship, ceremonies, and holy techniques was a given.
At least physical training was manageable thanks to the skill "Boneless," but he struggled significantly in other areas.
Still, he somehow met the standards.
However, his divine power had still been stagnating, short of high priest level, so he was concerned until a senior Paladin casually suggested a solution.
'Just push your body to the limit. Insanely. Fast recovery? Then double the effort. If that doesn’t work, increase it several times more.'
A surprisingly simple solution!
Of course, his advice was reasonable.
The condition for having high priest-level divine power was to possess at least one "Blessing."
And the easiest blessing for Paladins to obtain was the "Blessing of Fortitude."The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.
Probably those on the path of priesthood would grow through other types of blessings.
Now that he had overcome the stagnation of his divine power, it would steadily grow until reaching the level of a bishop.
That was his greatest advantage.
Heinrich quickly tidied up the training equipment and headed to where the other Paladins were.
Now that he was officially qualified to become a Paladin, it was time for the corresponding discussions.
As he hastened his steps.
"Hmmhmhm~♪"
He heard someone humming in the garden he passed by.
Park Gwangcheon glanced at his fallen subordinates. More than half were dead, but those who had fallen recently were mostly subdued, not killed.
'This is wrong. There's no hope left.'
The commotion from the vampires' side had quieted down, indicating that their situation was likely resolved. This silence was not a good sign for him. It meant he was utterly defeated by just one person.
'If I delay any longer, the vampire from the other side will join here. I need to salvage what I can and escape.'
The area was sealed with dual barriers from the Abyssal Conclave and Hahoe mask, but with his unique skill, 'Spatial Manipulation,' he could escape. This skill had saved his life many times before.
He gathered his mana one last time before activating his unique skill.
***
The situation with the vampires was roughly settled, and the resistance of the Abyssal Conclave was coming to an end.
The remaining enemies were being kept alive and subdued as much as possible to extract information from their memories, but this wouldn’t take much longer. Amidst the careful clearing of the battlefield, I sensed that the enemy leader was preparing something. It was already too late for them to do anything significant, but just in case, I stayed on guard. And then...
“All your efforts are appreciated. For the Abyssal Conclave! [Die for freedom—!]”
The last sentence echoed in the space, imbued with magical power. At that moment, the bodies of the Abyssal Conclave members stiffened uniformly, regardless of whether they were resisting or had already lost consciousness due to being subdued.
‘What new trick is this!’ Clearly, something unusual was happening. Hans’s thinking accelerated. The surroundings seemed to freeze for a moment, and time slowed down. Ssshh...
‘What’s this?’ An unidentified magical flow penetrated the minds of the living, trying to resonate with something that was embedded in their brains. Simultaneously, in Hans’s unrestricted field of vision, he caught sight of the enemy leader glaring this way, grinding his teeth, his figure beginning to blur.
‘Self-destruct command to his subordinates. He’s escaping.’
Hans quickly assessed the situation. How space travel was possible within the barrier was uncertain, but that was a problem for later. Now, a choice had to be made. To prioritize.
Should he find a way to prevent the self-destruction of the gang members caused by this mysterious flow, or should he abandon the minions and immediately pursue the escaping leader, whose means of escape were unknown? Neither option seemed particularly feasible.
‘Only a few seconds left, and the enemy’s method is unknown.’
Frustration surged momentarily at the forced choice. In such a situation, naturally...
[Naturally, I won’t give up on either option!] Hans, the incarnation of greed and obsession, swallowed his negative emotions. Of course, he had no intention of giving up on either!
All resources of every entity were concentrated on Hans. His thought process accelerated even more. Time almost came to a standstill. Dark magic split into dozens of strands, each targeting their respective goals. A quick trace was left on the leader, almost completely vanished. Though not a proper tracking spell, it might be swept away by the flow of space soon, but it should buy a few seconds.
The rest of the dark magic burrowed into the minds of the survivors, making contact with something resonating with the externally applied flow to gather information.
...Unknown. The unique complex spell formula of the Abyssal Conclave. To fully comprehend and unravel this intricately intertwined formula, Hans's research was still lacking. However...
Parts of the complex spell formula. ‘Prohibitions’ and ‘curses’ mixed into it were very familiar to Hans. They had been his frequently used tools recently.
‘This is where it starts.’
‘Vile Wisdom’ followed the familiarity to trace, and ‘Forbidden Knowledge’ began to analyze. Unraveling the composition of the spell like digging up sweet potato vines, he finally neared the end. Located at the last part was...
It was 'death.' This was more than just familiar to Hans; it was intrinsically linked to his very essence. It was something he had experienced, overcome, and ultimately came to dominate.
'Now!'
He intervened in the resonating formula. Just like carelessly inserting a foreign object into precision machinery parts could cause a malfunction, the formula might go haywire and harm the subject. That would be a failure. Therefore, he removed a part of the formula's cogwheel.
As an eternity-like instant passed, the endlessly stretched noise around him slowly began to return to normal.
Woong—
The formula continued to resonate. However, with a crucial part missing, it could only idle, failing to achieve its original purpose.
[Kekeke... Kahahaha! I am the ruler of death. Do you think you can escape me through death?]
Hans burst into maniacal laughter, having completed his task. Of course, during this, he didn't forget to move the dark magic to knock out the staggering remnants who hadn't lost consciousness. He couldn't risk them waking up and causing more trouble.
[And you, you won’t die so easily.]
He immediately tracked the dark magic he had planted on the leader just before he vanished, as well as the traces left while escaping the barrier.
While he was focused on deciphering the prohibition, the traces had already started to fade. However, the situation was better than before. By closely analyzing the prohibition, he identified the magic pattern of the one who created it. This was information he couldn’t have discerned from simply fighting.
Using the residue left in the barrier, he estimated the direction and, with the faint traces of dark magic, guessed the distance. Within the range he had determined, he pinpointed the location based on the leader's magic pattern.
He didn't know how the leader had escaped the place. Given that there were no magical traces left in the barrier, it was likely a unique skill. But now, that was irrelevant.
[...Found you.]
He would simply have to search the leader’s mind directly.
Chapter 43In the heart of the Holy Land of the Divine Church, the Rosellia Grand Temple.It had been over two months since Heinrich came here, but his daily routine remained unchanged even today.KkigigigikHup!With a sound like twisting metal, a mass of metal connected to chains defied gravity.HooSwish clang!The monstrous weight machine, with its tonnage of metal, diligently tore the muscles of the insolent human daring to use it through its periodic reciprocal motion.At that moment.WhaakHuh?Like a dam bursting, divine power surged from his body.The individual has met the conditions and gained enlightenment. Special skill "Blessing: Fortitude" acquired.Simultaneously, the metal he struggled to lift suddenly shot up.Heinrich froze in that position for a moment, then closed his eyes, feeling the divine power coursing through his body.'...Finally, I've reached it! The power of a high priest!'He felt the stagnated divine power, which seemed to have hit a limit at some point, finally breaking through to a new stage.This must be thanks to the newly acquired "Blessing: Fortitude."Excited, he quickly set down the chains.Swish Boom!The metal, unable to defy gravity any longer, violently met the ground, but that was no longer his concern.'Who would have thought that just by exercising like crazy, I could surpass my limits.'Of course, his time at the Grand Temple wasn't solely spent on physical training.Basic education in theology, doctrine, history, and additional training as a Paladin in various martial arts, horsemanship, ceremonies, and holy techniques was a given.At least physical training was manageable thanks to the skill "Boneless," but he struggled significantly in other areas.Still, he somehow met the standards.However, his divine power had still been stagnating, short of high priest level, so he was concerned until a senior Paladin casually suggested a solution.'Just push your body to the limit. Insanely. Fast recovery? Then double the effort. If that doesn't work, increase it several times more.'A surprisingly simple solution!Of course, his advice was reasonable.The condition for having high priest-level divine power was to possess at least one "Blessing."And the easiest blessing for Paladins to obtain was the "Blessing of Fortitude."The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.Probably those on the path of priesthood would grow through other types of blessings.Now that he had overcome the stagnation of his divine power, it would steadily grow until reaching the level of a bishop.That was his greatest advantage.Heinrich quickly tidied up the training equipment and headed to where the other Paladins were.Now that he was officially qualified to become a Paladin, it was time for the corresponding discussions.As he hastened his steps."Hmmhmhm~"He heard someone humming in the garden he passed by.Park Gwangcheon glanced at his fallen subordinates. More than half were dead, but those who had fallen recently were mostly subdued, not killed.'This is wrong. There's no hope left.'The commotion from the vampires' side had quieted down, indicating that their situation was likely resolved. This silence was not a good sign for him. It meant he was utterly defeated by just one person.'If I delay any longer, the vampire from the other side will join here. I need to salvage what I can and escape.'The area was sealed with dual barriers from the Abyssal Conclave and Hahoe mask, but with his unique skill, 'Spatial Manipulation,' he could escape. This skill had saved his life many times before.He gathered his mana one last time before activating his unique skill.***The situation with the vampires was roughly settled, and the resistance of the Abyssal Conclave was coming to an end.The remaining enemies were being kept alive and subdued as much as possible to extract information from their memories, but this wouldn't take much longer. Amidst the careful clearing of the battlefield, I sensed that the enemy leader was preparing something. It was already too late for them to do anything significant, but just in case, I stayed on guard. And then...All your efforts are appreciated. For the Abyssal Conclave! Die for freedom!The last sentence echoed in the space, imbued with magical power. At that moment, the bodies of the Abyssal Conclave members stiffened uniformly, regardless of whether they were resisting or had already lost consciousness due to being subdued.What new trick is this!' Clearly, something unusual was happening. Hans's thinking accelerated. The surroundings seemed to freeze for a moment, and time slowed down. Ssshh...What's this?' An unidentified magical flow penetrated the minds of the living, trying to resonate with something that was embedded in their brains. Simultaneously, in Hans's unrestricted field of vision, he caught sight of the enemy leader glaring this way, grinding his teeth, his figure beginning to blur.Self-destruct command to his subordinates. He's escaping.'Hans quickly assessed the situation. How space travel was possible within the barrier was uncertain, but that was a problem for later. Now, a choice had to be made. To prioritize.Should he find a way to prevent the self-destruction of the gang members caused by this mysterious flow, or should he abandon the minions and immediately pursue the escaping leader, whose means of escape were unknown? Neither option seemed particularly feasible.Only a few seconds left, and the enemy's method is unknown.'Frustration surged momentarily at the forced choice. In such a situation, naturally...Naturally, I won't give up on either option! Hans, the incarnation of greed and obsession, swallowed his negative emotions. Of course, he had no intention of giving up on either!All resources of every entity were concentrated on Hans. His thought process accelerated even more. Time almost came to a standstill. Dark magic split into dozens of strands, each targeting their respective goals. A quick trace was left on the leader, almost completely vanished. Though not a proper tracking spell, it might be swept away by the flow of space soon, but it should buy a few seconds.The rest of the dark magic burrowed into the minds of the survivors, making contact with something resonating with the externally applied flow to gather information....Unknown. The unique complex spell formula of the Abyssal Conclave. To fully comprehend and unravel this intricately intertwined formula, Hans's research was still lacking. However...Parts of the complex spell formula. Prohibitions' and curses' mixed into it were very familiar to Hans. They had been his frequently used tools recently.This is where it starts.'Vile Wisdom' followed the familiarity to trace, and Forbidden Knowledge' began to analyze. Unraveling the composition of the spell like digging up sweet potato vines, he finally neared the end. Located at the last part was...It was 'death.' This was more than just familiar to Hans; it was intrinsically linked to his very essence. It was something he had experienced, overcome, and ultimately came to dominate.'Now!'He intervened in the resonating formula. Just like carelessly inserting a foreign object into precision machinery parts could cause a malfunction, the formula might go haywire and harm the subject. That would be a failure. Therefore, he removed a part of the formula's cogwheel.As an eternity-like instant passed, the endlessly stretched noise around him slowly began to return to normal.WoongThe formula continued to resonate. However, with a crucial part missing, it could only idle, failing to achieve its original purpose.Kekeke... Kahahaha! I am the ruler of death. Do you think you can escape me through death?Hans burst into maniacal laughter, having completed his task. Of course, during this, he didn't forget to move the dark magic to knock out the staggering remnants who hadn't lost consciousness. He couldn't risk them waking up and causing more trouble.And you, you won't die so easily.He immediately tracked the dark magic he had planted on the leader just before he vanished, as well as the traces left while escaping the barrier.While he was focused on deciphering the prohibition, the traces had already started to fade. However, the situation was better than before. By closely analyzing the prohibition, he identified the magic pattern of the one who created it. This was information he couldn't have discerned from simply fighting.Using the residue left in the barrier, he estimated the direction and, with the faint traces of dark magic, guessed the distance. Within the range he had determined, he pinpointed the location based on the leader's magic pattern.He didn't know how the leader had escaped the place. Given that there were no magical traces left in the barrier, it was likely a unique skill. But now, that was irrelevant....Found you.He would simply have to search the leader's mind directly.
