Chapter 45 Chapter 45: Unsheathed
Chapter 45: Unsheathed
"If we confess our sins,
He is faithful and just,
and will forgive our sins,
and cleanse us from all unrighteousness..."
The Confessarius prayed, his face beneath the mask filled with utmost piety, even as black ice pierced his body, even as blood dyed his hair an ominous red.
"...I am here, to show You."
"I confess my own sins, my shining soul, and the bodies and minds of our many apostles to You."
[Unsheathe!]
The rapier long sealed within the staff once again appeared in this filthy mortal world, flawless radiance entwined around it.
The radiance seemed to lessen the effects of the low temperature, making the Confessarius's body less sluggish. Without hesitation, he drove his right arm, slashing a sword beam towards where Kevin stood.
A sharp, brilliant radiance, flawless like a dream. This fierce sword energy shattered several ice pillars blocking its path, arriving before Kevin in an instant.
"Success?"
No, not at all!
Kevin didn't even make any move, just stood there, his eyes turning deep blue, the breath of extreme cold circling his body like a docile pet.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Crackle—
Even though it was intangible sword energy, it was... frozen?!
The Confessarius widened his eyes, staring fixedly at this scene that defied common sense. His terrified gaze was full of incomprehension, even to the point of...
.......
"Come on, come on, weren't you acting all arrogant just now? Confessarius, right? Come bite me?"
W chuckled, venting her anger by kicking the ice block twice. Although she couldn't kick the frozen corpse inside. But for revenge, getting the idea across is enough; it's not like she was the one who subdued him anyway.
As for things like "the deceased deserves respect," W didn't understand that and didn't want to.
But to her provocation, those whose lives had been frozen in place were clearly unable to respond.
"Still, why would a Confessarius come here?"
W couldn't figure it out. Had the Military Committee people become so idle? High-end combat power just wandering around?
Especially the "diplomatic personnel" marked on the mission objective—it practically made people want to crumple the report into a ball and forcefully stuff it into the mouth of whoever issued the task, without water to wash it down!
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Boom! Boom!
Unending spells smashed onto the defensive position, having already churned the soil layer above several times over.
Bang!
Scout pulled the trigger. A Caprinae Caster from the Military Committee fell with the sound. Ejecting the still-warm shell casing, he reloaded.
Bang!
Over and over again, Scout continuously provided cover for his teammates with his sniping.
"Go, go, go!"
Unlike the typical cold aura of most male Fidians, Ace had a very masculine temperament, giving people a reassuring big-brother feeling.
Ace used his shield to smack away a Sarkaz mercenary who had lunged at him, then fiercely swung down the axe in his right hand, splitting flesh and blood.
After roughly dealing with the pursuers, everyone finally disappeared from this area.
......
Lovinen Plain, Babel occupied zone, temporary Medical Department.
"Ouch—be gentler!"
"Come on, it's good enough that I'm helping you. Can you stop being so picky?"
The Liberi responsible for bandaging said irritably while simultaneously tightening and pulling on both sides, immediately eliciting a miserable scream from the wounded.
The medical Operators were about to be overwhelmed with work. Even Anton, who usually liked to slack off the most, was now unstintingly applying her exquisite
medical Originium Arts.
Such situations were everywhere. After several near-white-hot battles, the load of wounded was about to exceed Babel's capacity limit. If they kept fighting...
Many people had noticed this problem.
Two elite Operators stayed away from the crowd, hiding in a corner to chat gloomily.
"We retreated another two kilometers today. What happens in a few more days?"
"The Doctor will consider that."
Logos trusted the Doctor's strategies very much. At least from the beginning until now, the Doctor had never made a mistake.
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"General Manfred, the Confessarii have arrived in support one after another."
The Sarkaz sitting at the head nodded. The reason His Highness Theresis sent the Confessarii was naturally hoping he could resolve this battle quickly. Fortunately, the current war situation was already under his control.
"However, two of them encountered a minor mishap. On their way to Rosins Town, they suddenly lost contact. This also includes the escort team responsible for protecting them..."
The messenger soldier himself was somewhat puzzled. Could they have encountered mercenaries?
But what mercenaries could stand against Confessarii? Not to mention a whole escort team.
"Lost contact? Dispatch a squad to search along their route. I want to see them alive or their bodies dead."
Manfred frowned, clearly sensing something was amiss.
"It seems I've just walked in on big news. Confessarii? Missing?"
The elegant tone sounded somewhat affected to Manfred's ears. A figure appeared at the entrance of the command tent.
It wasn't some monstrous creature baring fangs and brandishing claws—no twisted limbs, no sharp fangs or teeth, no extra tentacles grown out.
Instead, it resembled a young nobleman.
"Lord of Blood, this is not a matter for your concern."
"Oh dear oh dear, saying that is too disappointing. After all, I was called here by Theresis to help you. Won't you even satisfy a bit of my curiosity?"
"Or should I call you... General Manfred?"
The Lord of Blood said with a smile, no particularly obvious malice discernible.
If one judged by appearance alone, probably no one would know he was the most notorious among Sarkaz—the master of the Blood Fiend Court!
"Alright alright, let's talk about serious matters. I agreed to Theresis coming here because I thought you could provide a banquet that would satisfy me. But unfortunately, your strategic objectives seem to conflict with my needs."
The Lord of Blood stuck out his tongue to lick his lips, his eyes seeming to carry a hint of regret.
"Manfred, you're too slow. Although the air here is quite nice, I don't plan to stay too long. Time, time~ I don't want to end up resolving my desires in my own way."
Manfred fell silent.
"You never quite understand His Highness's expectations of you. Try harder, Manfred. My patience only lasts two... no, how about three days?"
The Lord of Blood extended three fingers; his bewitching smile everywhere highlighted his malicious taste.
"Don't look so glum, Manfred. I will provide assistance."
"Well then, thank you for your help, Lord of Blood."
After the Lord of Blood left, Manfred deeply exhaled a breath; his eyes looked somewhat weary.
Dealing with these old monsters from the Courts was far more difficult than fighting a war.
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