The Paladin Owns the Relic

Chapter 156

156 – Ancient Forest (16)

The Basmorph moved. The knights followed him.

But it was as if they had little to do. Barracks built systematically. A beautiful woman who has control over countless citizens.

At first glance, her tongue had an unknown pattern engraved on it. The voice he exhaled was calm, but at the same time powerful.

“Be careful when moving patients! Make the stretcher a little stronger! If you make it like this, it will break the moment you lift it!”

You have complete control over the situation. Walking in unison is almost like watching an army.

“This kind of leadership…”

“It is like a trained army.”

“What the hell is this…”

An explosion broke out. Fragments of collapsed buildings fell from the air.

A woman who blew off a wall pulled a man out of the rubble. A woman dressed up as if she came from somewhere else.

The woman, casually wiping her dirt-covered face, carried the patient onto a stretcher.

The mages left behind with minimal escort murmured.

“Did you just see…?”

“Unheard of and never seen before…”

“It doesn’t seem like it’s from this country… The pace of development is very fast…”

“Isn’t it about inhaling and exhaling…?”

“But what kind of destructive power is that?”

Koogu Palace.

Debris of buildings fell to one side. The soldiers flinched.

“…Lizard?”

A large enough to be called a giant moved. He held patients with delicate hands that did not suit his huge size.

The power radiating from the giant is truly exceptional. The rubble of a building that had collapsed at the touch of a nonchalant hand could be heard.

The soldiers opened their mouths.

“Isn’t that incredible strength…?”

“Does that make sense…?”

“No matter how lizard it is, it is heterogeneous…”

“In the first place, isn’t that kind of size rare even in Lizard?”

“I’ve seen Lizard a few times… There really isn’t one like him…”

The sword flashed. With a sharp sound, the entire wall of the building blocking the entrance was ripped away.

A resounding thunder. Basmov’s knights were startled.

The prisoner who entered the neatly cut cross section came out holding the children. He frowned and grumbled.

“Why did I take care of this child… Hey. Don’t touch my hair.”

The knights murmured.

“Did you just see…?”

“It was a clean swordsman.”

“What is the sound of thunder?”

“It seems like an additional effect caused by the surrounding magic…”

“In the first place, that cerebral qi…Isn’t it normal?”

“Is there a warrior like that among the beastmen?”

In admiration, Basmov hurriedly moved on.

The emergence of conspicuous strongmen. Where they were headed was a makeshift clinic full of people.

People were busy moving. Each other helped each other They guided the injured so that they could safely go inside, and some even made food.

“This way!”

“The saint is further inside!”

“Here for bruises!”

“If it is not a big wound, we will treat it separately!”

“Guide only those in serious condition to the Holy Son!”

Civilian doctors were busy.

“Medicine is not enough!”

“I went to get it, so it will be back soon!”

“This person is a bit serious…!”

“Take me to the saint!”

Saint. Saint. Saint.

Only the name echoes. Basmov glanced back.

“…Have you given special instructions to civilian doctors?”

“No, I never did. They all move voluntarily…”

“Have you ever ordered a citizen to do something?”

“No.”

Voluntarily, everyone is taking care of the patients with one mind.

I have lived for many years as the lord of the large city of Garnet, but I have never seen a scene.

There is someone. The person who is the focal point of all these actions.

Is he… A ‘saint’…?

Thung.

Suddenly, injured people poured into one side of the clinic. Basmov was taken aback. The knights drew their swords.

A series of groups exuding rotten odors and evil energy. It is different from the undead. But at the same time, it feels similar.

Dozens, not one. Perhaps hundreds of rotten people are repeating taking care of patients and leaving.

It looks weird.

But they never threatened citizens.

It was rather protective.

“What is that…?”

“An enemy…?”

“I don’t think it is…”

“Looks like they’re moving patients.”

“Even if you look at it roughly, hundreds of nine…”

“What is this… Is there even a giant-level wizard from the Black Mage Tower?”

One side of the clinic is full. There was nowhere else to put patients.

A black-haired girl came out of the soldiers reeking of rot. After taking a quick look around the clinic, he gave simple instructions to the rotten soldiers.

“Over there.”

With that one word, countless rotten people rattled and moved. The magicians were frightened by the orderly movements.

“No, what kind of leadership is that… That you are dealing with so many things one by one?”

“It seems like a command system through language…To think it has as much effect as it does…”

“My God…What a waste of talent. I could have gotten more if I went to another mage tower instead of just corpses…”

“You still look young, but somehow as my disciple…”

Basmov walked forward. The huge makeshift clinic got more complicated the further we went.

But I definitely felt it. Basmov also became a noble from a knight.

Seeing magic was simple. Other auras could also be felt through the skin.

There’s something inside.

A monster beyond a monster.

Not a one-sided holy power, but a truly monstrous priest.

“……”

Light burst out. There were also shadows in it.

Basmov narrowed his eyes.

Saints and saints.

Two people who can only be expressed that way were treating countless patients.

The physical condition of the saint was a mess. It was the same with the saintess. Both were healing people while spilling blood.

“Ah…How…”

“Well, anything helps…”

“You are pouring blood like that… I have nothing to do…”

Dude. Pop.

Blood is pouring. The blood flowing down the nose wets the patient’s chest.

However, the holy power does not stop. Still shining bright like the sun.

A shadow on one side.

On one side, with flames.

The two treat countless patients while fighting over each other. A miracle in which patients who were lying down changed and people who seemed to die at any moment exhaled again.

“…God.”

Everyone is speechless. There was only wonder in the rare sighs of the patients.

A person who tries to save people without a price.

A saint who does not stop the holy law even by burning his own body.

“…This…Is…”

The knights sighed.

“It’s a sight you can’t just watch.”

“I have to do something.”

“Your Excellency. Please give me permission.”

“I will collect the wounded.”

Basmorph nodded.

“Come.”

The knights scattered leaving only the bare minimum.

The wizards asked quietly.

“Your Excellency. I’m embarrassed, but…Wouldn’t you please allow us freedom as well?”

“I will take care of the patients.”

“Then the pressure on him will be reduced to some extent.”

“The citizens of Garnet.”

“What’s the point if we don’t protect it with our own hands?”

Basmov nodded.

“Let it be.”

The wizards scattered, leaving only one wizard behind.

The soldiers asked.

“Your Excellency.”

“Please allow me.”

“We will make a home for them.”

“We will clean up the poor environment ourselves.”

Basmov nodded.

“Move.”

The soldiers scattered, leaving only the bare minimum of soldiers.

Basmov walked.

I walked forward and rushed to the vicinity of the saint.

However, I couldn’t take the last step.

“…Don’t approach me with a weapon.”

The woman with horns, who had been still, moved. Numerous swords began to form in the air.

There are many different types. The problem was that each one of them had an enormous amount of magical power.

A catastrophe unfolds before your eyes as if you are having a terrible nightmare. The woman in front of me growled.

“Come closer with a knife…”

“It’s okay. Amar.”

The light went out. The shadows also stopped.

After wiping off her blood, the saint stood in front of her casually.

“There is no need to be vigilant.”

“…Yeah.”

Innumerable swords shattered and scattered like snow.

“…What is this?”

Basmov sighed. Those swords from just now. Could I have stopped everything?

No. Impossible. There’s no way you can stop that. The woman in front of him belonged to the upper ranks among the monsters he had ever seen.

Who can block such a person casually?

“…Basmorph.”

Basmorph revealed his name. Originally, it was polite for those of lower ranks to reveal their names first.

But even so, revealing his name first was an act of respect for Basmov.

A courtesy to a saint who burns his body for the sake of others.

“I am the Marquis Basmov Allen de Beach. I want to ask for your name.”

“I…”

The saint glanced around. As if thinking of the number of patients she had treated, she nodded and laughed helplessly.

The blood-soaked eyes were very noble. That kind smile was full of longing as if it would melt countless women.

“You have cured too many people to be described as mercenary fire snakes.”

A slightly mixed sigh.

“I am Zahard, a priest from the Church of Ra.”

“…I can’t think of it as a simple priest.”

“That is also true. I am the head of the new independent organization of the Cult of Ra from ‘Scorched Ashes’…”

The man revealed his identity.

“It is an insufficient name, but it is in charge of the seat of those who have been called.”

The one who is called.

Basmov blinked. He doesn’t know much about religion. But he knows what the name means.

“…The Apostle of Ra… What’s going on here?”

The one who is called.

The power of the very few churches chosen by God.

In other words, an apostle of the sun.

The Sun God’s Zahard scratched his cheek.

“The thing to do is not here, but in the ancient forest… I was treating people after seeing a sight that I couldn’t get over. If it makes you uncomfortable, I will stop right now.”

“……”

Courtesy and kindness.

Until the words that take into account the circumstances of the person you are talking to.

Bas morph slowly knelt down on one knee in an excellent posture worthy of being modeled on by all priests.

“Go, Your Excellency?!”

“What now…?!”

“…Thanks.”

A natural greeting as the person standing at the top.

Basmov was as polite as possible. As a leader, it is a natural attitude toward benefactors.

“I would like to express my gratitude to the Sun God on behalf of the great city of Garnet.”

“……”

“I will help with anything I can. As long as you are in this city, there will be no group that can harm you.”