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Chapter 236

"Dame Michaela, take this!"

From a distance, the cardinal throws a bundle of rosaries toward Michaela.

For a moment, Michaela is dazed by the sight, but then she realizes that what's flying at her is none other than the Vatican's holy relics, and she throws herself at it with a shriek of delight.

"Here, I got it!"

She giggled as she looked at the rosary in her hands, then questioned why she had thrown herself at it to secure it.

But why on earth are you giving this to me? I reported that I needed it?

But she stopped pondering by shaking her head and stood up, hanging the rosary on her arm.

It was exactly what she needed right now.

"Thank you Cardinal Ambrosio."

Wrapping the rosary so it wouldn't fall off, she clenched her fists again and began to steel herself for battle.

If the Vatican's elite troops were here, this was a fight worth fighting.

"Knights. Prepare for battle."

Buuuuuuu!!!

At the same time, a high-pitched sound rang out from the trumpet, and the knights began to form up.

At the very front of the procession dozens of heavily armored horsemen begin to form a wedge formation.

-What a shame.

One by one, the snakes that had been on Typhon's head begin to fall to the ground.

There's only one reason for the snakes to move now that they don't have to.

They could sense a strange energy coming from the heavily armored horsemen.

"Ready!"

The cardinal shouted, and the horsemen raised their lances.

This is the scary thing about the Vatican, they were an army of like-minded, faith-based individuals and were stronger as a unit than as individuals.

The divine powers radiating from their bodies intertwined to form a single mass.

In response, Typhon's serpents begin to prepare for a charge, closely spaced, and the Cardinal, who had been standing silently, is handed a spear by the priest behind him.

"It's been a long time since I've been in action."

The Cardinal's mouth lifts as he begins to scratch the ground, as if he were a horse himself, amidst the galloping horses.

"Death to the Evil One."

"""Death!!!"""

The Cardinal stomps his foot, and at the same time, a boom echoes out, sending golden waves of light around the Knights.

The golden color envelops all the Templars like a beam of light.

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

The Templars form a single spear, leaving a golden afterimage as they charge toward Typhon.

Venezia and mercenary formations are awakened by the Knights' earth-shattering charge.

"If the Templars break through the lines, we'll break through with them! Get ready!"

After a quick first aid, Luca stood up, using his sword as a staff, and urgently ordered the raiders who could still move.

Now is the perfect time to turn the tide.

-This worms, mere creatures of the gods, scrambling in pairs.

Typhon spun around to see a raider coming from the direction the snakes hadn't come from and raised his hand.

"Let's see how strong the Demon God is."

The Cardinal's lance charge, faster than a horse, shook Typhon's body.

-Khahahaha, that's funny, causing me this much pain!

Despite this, he let out a laugh that sounded like thunder.

The Cardinal attacked with all his might from the start, but he only shook his head for a moment and re-centered himself.

However, that momentary lapse soon turned into an opportunity.

Kagagagagak!!!

The Templars, now fully accelerated, charged at the snakes.

The serpents were crushed, shattered, and turned to dust by the holy horses and lances.

In the midst of this one-sided carnage, they didn't slow down, didn't lower their lances until the very end, and then they accelerated even further, intent on charging toward Typhon.

Until he made his move.

-Huh!

The moment the creature stomped its foot, a tremor that was on a different level than the one caused by the Knights swept through the surroundings.

There was no other force involved, just pure mass.

It was the stuff of mythical monsters.

The horses that had been running earlier began to lose their center or get nervous, making the lance charge impossible.

"All horses! Slaughter the enemy!"

But these are knights whose job it is to fight.

As soon as they decide that their horses are not listening, they throw down their spears, draw their swords from their belts, and charge at the enemy.

"Michaela! Join me!"

"Aye!"

The Cardinal sprinted down the path the knights had opened, Michaela following close behind.

Their movements were synchronized, running at the exact same pace, and they turned to face Typhon.

"Remember the shepherd' you learned in training? I'll take the sheep, Michaela, you take the shepherd."

"Yes!"

With just that conversation, the two began to move.

As he sees Michaela and the Cardinal moving toward him, a series of feet move to block their approach.

The Cardinal is the first to step forward, luring Typhon's legs out from under him.

"Hahaha, moving like this reminds me of my days on active duty!"

Dodging every attack with fluid movements uncharacteristic of an elderly man, he continued to swing his spear to provoke the creature.

This drew Typhon's attention to him.

Michaela managed to climb onto the taut chain that connected to the floor and began chanting as she ran toward the creature's upper body.

Dakkak-

The rosary in her hand spun.

"Sancte Michl Archangele, defende nos in prlio."

(St. Michael the Archangel, defend us in prayer.)

A pure white light shines over her nearly shattered gauntlets.

Dalkak-.

"Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto prsidium."

(Protect us in the midst of battle.)

A pure white glow begins to spread from her gauntlets, covering her shoulders.

Dalkak-.

"mperet illi Deus supplices deprecamur."

(Be our refuge against the devil's malice and deceit.)

The light that has completely enveloped the shoulders now begins to cover the body and head.

Dakkak-.

And the armor that completely covered her whole body emitted a brilliant radiance that caused even Typhon to frown.

-Mortal. What in the world have you brought with you!

"The armor once worn by the saint Joanna of Arc."

It was a national treasure, a holy relic, and a closely guarded item in the Vatican.

-Foolish! A mortal relic, then, and all that you wear will perish in the end.

Typhon declares in a very arrogant voice, reaching for Michaela, who floats in front of him.

But

Bam!

-What the!

"Hahaha, even a giant's strength is nothing!"

The Cardinal, who had already rushed to the spot connecting his arm to the floor, tugged on the chain, blocking the hand reaching to Michaela.

The short gap was enough. Before he knew it, Michaela was on his shoulders.

"tuque, Princeps militi clestis."

(Leader of the Celestial Armies.)

The joints of her fingers move, forming a fist.

Dalkak-.

"Satanam aliosque spiritus malignos."

(To destroy the spirits.)

The elbows are drawn back, ready for the full force of the blow.

Dalkak-.

"qui ad perditionem animarum pervagantur in mundo."

(Satan and all evil spirits who perpetuate perdition in the world)

Immense holy power surges relentlessly from the gaps in her armor, sounding like sparks rising.

Dalkak-.

"divina virtute, in infernum detrude."

(Divine power, infernal detrude.)

The "St. Michael the Archangel Prayer," finally completed from her mouth.

Now only the finishing touches remain.

Shaking her fist at the giant in front of her, Michaela uttered the final sentence of the prayer.

"Amen."

(Amen.)

Quang!!!

A boom unlike anything that had ever sounded before shook the temple.

-Kaaaaaah!

Typhon's neck, which had never flinched under any circumstances, turned completely around.

"Vade in pace."

!!!

A burst of divine power exploded out of her at the same time as the impact.

The creature's massive body, which seemed to stand firm for an eternity, slowly collapsed.

Even Michaela, who was watching the scene, began to fall to the ground, unable to hold on to her fading consciousness.

Her whole body didnt move at all.

I shouldn't lose consciousness here!

She starts counting prime numbers to somehow hold on to her consciousness.

"1 2 3 5 7 11!"

But that doesn't change the situation.

The battle is still going on, and even if someone were to run to her aid, it would be too far away.

At this rate, her body will continue to be crushed by gravity, and she's sure to suffer great damage.

"What are you counting, girl."

Feeling the sensation of someone picking her up, Michaela forced her eyes open.

A man she had never seen before had taken her body.

He hadn't been in the raiding party, and he hadn't even been in the Paladins.

But

"Who are you?

There was a hint of favor in his voice.

Perhaps that was why Michaela answered his question so casually.

"To keep myself conscious, I was counting prime numbers."

"Hmm? Prime numbers?"

He asked, sounding puzzled for some reason.

"I'm sorry, but one doesn't count as a prime number."

"Well, that's what I must have been educated in the Vatican to know that-ahem!"

Thud. The sensation of landing with a thud sends a jolt through Michaela's body.

He carefully sets her down in a safe place and stands up.

"You'd better not use that much. The runaway holy power will only eat away at your life. Joan of Arc didn't have a short life for nothing. Didn't the Vatican tell you this?"

The man's voice takes the unknowable for granted, and Michaela struggles to lift her head to look back at him.

"Remember. You are a knight of the Vatican. That no matter how much you have been taught and believe, it could all be a lie."

"Who the are you to tell me to deny my world."

For her, everything she had been taught at the Vatican was her world, everything she knew.

Reacting to words that denied it was unavoidable.

But when the man asked her who she was, she let out a blood-curdling laugh.

"You mean me?"

He puts his hands in his pockets.

"I, too, hear the call of the Lord and seek to express it in my own terms. That's what they call me in faraway lands."

Magical Rogue.

Pulling a huge pink staff from his pocket, he clasped his hands together and looked at Typhon, who was slowly rising to his feet, and whispered quietly.

"My Lord. Please allow me to be a righteous Magical Rogue today, taking the lives of my enemies."