Black Hearted Mage

Chapter 210 Old Priest 2

The people from the Church of Saint Laurent came to the Southern Continent for two reasons: to hunt fire-type monsters or to look for magical materials.

"The Saint Laurent Church is now a den of filth and dirt. The bishop's storage ring actually contains women's underwear, and you, old man, actually want to protect him. That's right, when this bishop did evil things, the combat priests should also be accomplices!"

Caesar's words were like a knife, stabbing into the powerful old priest.

Members of the Church of Saint Laurent were forbidden to marry or have children, a practice that followed the canons of the Vatican thousands of years ago. However, those in the Church were no fools; they knew how to exploit loopholes in the rules. They would resign, marry, and have children, and then return. Since most members of the Church circumvented this rule, the Pope himself was among them.

A trace of shame appeared on the old priest's face. He then looked at Caesars and said, "There are also upright people in the Church of Saint Laurent. Not all of them are greedy!"

"There are people like this in the Church of Saint Laurent? You are all in cahoots with the evil necromancer!"

When Caesars mentioned the word "necromancer", the old priest's face was full of confusion.

"My teacher, Patriarch Depero, is an upright man. I have never heard of the Necromancer, so I can't confirm it!"

"You're Depero's student! The old man shouldn't be dead yet. You can ask him about it. This fat, pig-like bishop must die, otherwise Depero's whereabouts will be exposed!"

Since Depero disappeared, many in the church have been searching for him. Caesars threw out a bait, hoping to see what the old priest would do. If he was truly Depero's student, he would have to kill the bishop to keep the secret.

If the old priest refused to kill the fat bishop, then Caesars would kill everyone here. Although the old priest was quite powerful, it would not be difficult to kill him. He had a lot of life-saving items in his hands, and if he could save his life, he could definitely kill people.

"Joseph is the grandson of High Priest Freud!" said the old priest.

"Depero was forced to leave by Freud and the Pope. You can avenge your teacher!"

Caesars continued to guide the old priest.

"You stop the Paladin, and I will kill Joseph!" The old priest made up his mind and said.

"Barov, you damn bastard, you actually wanted to kill me!"

A shouting voice came from the "tin can". It was the voice of the fat bishop, and there was fear in his voice.

"Disarm!"

The paladins, who had always obeyed the old priest's orders, openly disobeyed. Not a single paladin was willing to let go of their tightly grasped tower shield. Remember, these paladins were all members of the cathedral. Faced with such a critical moment, they made their decision without hesitation.

An unconcealable embarrassment instantly crossed the old priest's weathered face. With his years of experience and insight, he was fully aware of what was happening. Those awe-inspiring paladins in Saint Laurent Cathedral were actually sent by the Hall of Discipline and were likely Floyd's trusted confidants.

The old priest, his expression solemn, quickly produced a gleaming, cold metal staff and, with all his might, plunged it fiercely into the ash-covered ground beneath his feet. Instantly, a dazzling golden ripple spread rapidly in all directions, and the tranquil ash-covered ground began to tremble violently, as if the entire earth were being shaken by an invisible, immense force. This spell, capable of causing such violent ground shaking, was known as earthquake.

The violent tremors of the ground caused the previously interconnected tower shields to collide violently, their bonds shattering. These rigorously trained paladins reacted with remarkable agility, remaining calm in the face of the sudden situation. They shifted their battle formations almost instantly, moving in unison to force several priests out of their defensive lines. They then tightened their defenses, desperately protecting the pale, trembling archbishop.

After these adjustments, the paladins' defense became even more compact and solid, like an airtight tin can. Faced with such a tenacious defense, even the experienced priests felt helpless for a moment, unsure how to break the deadlock.

"what!"

A scream of immense pain came from the surrounding magic steel tower shield.

Kaisas began to cast the Dark Blast spell because he found that the puppy had sneaked in earlier and it must have bitten the fat bishop.

"bang bang bang"

Three consecutive Dark Shock spells triggered a loud crash, shattering the sturdy iron can. The immense impact caused half of the Paladins holding tower shields to fall to the ground.

When he saw the fat bishop, Caesar was shocked. Joseph screamed in pain, and the puppy was biting his crotch.

"How tragic! One of his hands was bitten off, and the thing between his legs can't be saved now!" Caesars looked at Joseph, who was wearing a bright red robe, and there was no trace of bloodstains.

"Oh, it hurts! Get it away, quick!"

The fat bishop spread his legs and shouted with tears in his eyes.

A shrill cry for help pierced the air, reaching everyone's ears. Looking in the direction of the sound, they saw Joseph, his face filled with terror, crying out. Between his legs dangled the ferocious puppy. This puppy was so ferocious that it had bitten off the cardinal's hand.

At this moment, a burly Paladin saw this and without hesitation drew a gleaming two-handed sword from his waist. The fat bishop standing nearby was so frightened that he turned pale and trembled all over.

"Don't be afraid, Bishop! I'll kill it with one sword!"

The middle-aged paladin shouted, longsword in hand, pointing menacingly at the hanging puppy. Meanwhile, the other paladins quickly gathered around, each with a solemn expression, staring at Caesars and Barov in full anticipation.

Seeing this, the old priest couldn't help but ask, "Are you just going to watch this monster cub being killed?"

The corners of Kaisas's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He confidently replied, "Don't worry. This young monster has exceptionally keen perceptions. Once it senses danger approaching, it will naturally flee. If it doesn't intend to flee, it means the Paladin poses no threat to it!"

Before he finished speaking, Caesars had already silently chanted an incantation, unleashing the powerful Mage's Hand magic. Instantly, an invisible force surged forth, lifting the eight or nine paladins who had blocked his view, along with their heavy tower shields, high into the air and hurling them aside fiercely. Immediately afterwards, a dense barrage of shadow bolts rained down, instantly piercing the unfortunate paladins and killing them instantly. The entire process was seamless, as smooth and effortless as flowing water.

The Paladin held an extremely sharp sword and stabbed it towards the puppy's back like lightning! In an instant, the sword flashed and the cold light was intimidating.

In a flash, the puppy, which had been tightly gripping the fat bishop, suddenly released its blood-stained jaws. Then, its four sturdy, powerful claws, like iron hooks, gripped the fat bishop's heavy priestly robes tightly and scrambled upward. It was astonishing how quickly it all happened. In the blink of an eye, the dark red puppy had successfully climbed onto the fat bishop's broad shoulders.

The Paladin's sword strike missed, forcing him to abruptly halt his attack. Meanwhile, the fat Bishop, who had just been ripped apart by the puppies, clutched his battered crotch with both hands, wailing uncontrollably. His face was distorted and grim with agony, and beads of sweat streamed down his forehead.

Seeing this, the swift-witted Paladin raised his arm without hesitation, pointing the tip of his sword, now gleaming with a cold light, at the dark red puppy once again. At that moment, a startling scene unfolded! The puppy, showing no fear at all, suddenly leaped up, its two small yet powerful front paws gleaming with a faint red light.

The puppy stared intently at the Paladin's longsword. Just as it pounced mid-air, its speed suddenly increased, like a streak of red lightning plummeting downward. With lightning speed, it landed its two front paws accurately and heavily on the fat bishop's massive head.

There was a crisp "crack," followed by a horrifying sound of bones cracking. The bishop's originally tall and portly frame shrank significantly, and a lump of flesh fell off between his legs. His heart-wrenching screams of agony abruptly ceased at that moment, and the surroundings fell into a dead silence.

The old priest, standing by and witnessing the entire process, looked at the puppy nearby with some horror. A chill shot from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, causing his scalp to tingle and his hair to stand on end. The scene before him was truly horrific and bloody: Joseph's head had been forcibly retracted into his chest, leaving only a bare skull exposed. It looked incredibly strange and terrifying.

A headless figure stretched out his strong arms and waved them a few times, then fell to the ground twitching.

By the time Caesars picked up his staff, the puppy had returned to his side. Shadow bolts suddenly unleashed with the sound of piercing the air, pouring down like a torrential rain. The paladins were slain one by one, with almost no suspense.

The Paladin class was originally a formidable melee class. Possessing a strong will, they were capable of unleashing incredible combat prowess on the battlefield. However, if a Paladin lost their warhorse, it would be like a man without a leg; their strength would be greatly diminished. A warhorse not only provided swift mobility but also formed a seamless synergy with the Paladin, giving them an even greater advantage in battle.

Furthermore, if the Paladins were not protected by the thick and sturdy magic steel plate armor, their bodies would also be very fragile. In comparison, ordinary warriors were more agile than them.

"Barov, Depero is in Violet City, in a small courtyard in the civilian area in the east of the city!"

Caesars shouted as he quickly walked towards the corpse on the ground. Meanwhile, the puppy had already rushed to the corpse, opening its mouth and frantically biting the Paladin's leather gloves, clearly trying to remove the storage ring on its finger.

"Stop it, you damn dog! Don't bite the storage ring!"

Seeing this, Caesars rushed forward and grabbed the puppy aside. At that moment, a fierce fight suddenly broke out nearby. Barov had already taken action, teaming up with a middle-aged priest to unleash a bloody massacre on the remaining priests.

The old priest's attacks were ruthless, each one brimming with deadly threat. He wielded a golden staff, muttering to himself as he unleashed a variety of powerful divine spells. The priests he struck instantly collapsed to the ground, blood splattering everywhere. The middle-aged man, wielding his metallic staff, nimbly moved among the priests, coordinating the slaughter with the old priest.

He can kill other priests without mercy. Caesars now believes that Barov is Depero's student.

In a short while, the storage rings, leather armor, and weapons were all looted. The puppy walked towards the priest's body, but Caesars stopped it.

"You damn dog, we didn't kill these people, don't rob them!"

The puppy barked in dissatisfaction, scurried over to the corpse, bit one of its arms, and began to pull it hard. With a "crackling" sound, the puppy pulled the corpse's arm free.

Kaisas smiled awkwardly, then stood up and slowly walked west, preparing to return to the hot springs. The puppy followed him, biting one of his arms, looking back at the corpses every three steps.

"You're a good dog, damn dog! You stole a storage ring!"

Soon after leaving, Kaisas was full of praise for the puppy. The puppy whined and threw the severed arm to Kaisas, asking for a small snack as a reward.

A piece of delicious dried meat was thrown out, and the puppy jumped up and caught it in his mouth.

Caesars removed his storage ring and casually discarded his severed arm. Floyd's grandson had just died. If this news reached the Saint Laurent Empire, the Grand Priest of the Saint Laurent Church—the Hall of Discipline—would be furious. If he could do something irrational, that would be exactly what Caesars hoped for.