Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Algernon covered his face, swung his sword down, and issued the order once again.

"charge."

Black wings rose from the sky and collided with the fallen one's bat wings.

Darkness tore apart the clouds of Drogonris, bringing moonlight, and then transformed itself into darkness that devoured the light.

Chapter 497 The Flames of Revenge

Shadows and blood clashed, swords struck claws, blood splattered, and then flowed back into the broken body in the next moment.

After becoming void, the Judge has the upper hand in the power struggle, but victory is still a long way off.

Vampires are troublesome creatures; blood control is their instinct, and in the face of the former Holy Light scholar's skillful spellcasting, blood displays a power beyond imagination.

The Fallen can ignore physical damage; their damaged bodies can be repaired by the blood they shed, a process that doesn't even require them to expend a single drop of their own blood, as they can draw it from their enemies.

With super-fast regeneration and bizarre blood magic that drains the enemy's blood, the Fallen are powerful spellcasters who also possess exceptional resilience.

However, they still couldn't defeat the judges.

Dark Domain: Shadow Copy – This is the ability granted to the Judge by George, the Angel of Fire.

George Edmont was a controversial paladin. Perhaps because of his own existence, his faith in the Holy Light wavered the moment he ascended to angelhood. Shadows arose from the once-brilliant Holy Light, and the Fire Angel became the first Divergent to wield both the Holy Light and the Shadow.

His understanding of the Holy Light differed from that of the Church, and he loudly proclaimed his own views while Saint Raymond remained silent, claiming that the Holy Light was merely power, and that it was the paladin's own will that upheld justice.

He treats all powers equally, but prefers those that are useful.

The Dark Domain was a chaotic void created by St. George using his own shadow.

This strange and profound shadow power can mimic any form of power, except for holy light.

Using this shadowy power, Inquisitors become the natural enemy of all spellcasters. They either transform into abilities that counter their enemies, or become allies of their enemies, using the Paladin's inherent defensive resistance to wear down their enemies' abilities. The second scenario is usually rare, because Inquisitors possess extremely high attack power.

The void-like body contained not a drop of blood, only shadows, and possessed a corrosive power no less than that of strong acid. The Fallen not only could not draw blood from the Judges, but also had to guard against the corrosive influence of the void.

The Void Impact corrupts the already dark mind of vampires, primarily manifesting as the appearance of George's maniacal laughter in their minds.

As their own power was constantly depleted, the Fallen Ones continued to search for a way out, and they returned to their old ways.

To influence, to turn against, or, to put it another way, to use persuasion.

Commander Polvent of the Fallen Legion spread his wings, but Algernon's shadow sword rain tore several holes in them. He endured the pain and called out Algernon's name, as if he were awakening a friend who had gone astray.

"Algernon! I am not your enemy."

"Yes, Polvent, because you'll soon be a dead man."

"Are you insane! You actually made the Judge obey that traitor's orders? He killed our leader, he ruined the justice of the Holy Light!" Polvent pointed at the Dark One, who was laughing maniacally while brandishing his sword in the air. To be fair, the Dark One was no different from any world-destroying demon king now. "We all experienced the calamity of Bronk, we feel the same way. Algernon, my leader has fallen, the Water Angel is a thing of the past. I understand your strong feelings for His Holiness Saint George, but look at him, is he still the same angel who was once so vengeful? He has turned evil, he is eliminating dissidents. As long as he kills us, he can cover up his sins, Judge! Evil exists above your heads, yet you point your swords at your comrades!"

Paul Winter's words indeed had an excellent effect; a violent slash, like a mountain collapsing, produced the first loud bang in the chaos.

The shadow power on Algernon's blade dissipated, and he emerged from the pit. His ethereal face shifted like ripples on water, clearly indicating his intense emotions.

"Do you know what rumors are circulating within the Vatican, about the three Holy Light Legions of the Crusades...?"

Algernon gathered shadows, transforming his longsword into a ferocious, massive battle axe.

"The Guardians are gay, don't get close; the Purifiers are madmen, don't trust them."

“You pastors who pray all day long are like bears with honey on their lips. If we listen to you, we’re not far from death.”

"in addition……"

Algernon leaped into the air, raised his battle axe, and brought it down with a mighty chop.

"Who the hell would worship that bastard George?! Those sycophants, die!!!"

The Fallen Ones' plan failed. When they appealed to the Judges' emotions, especially when they mentioned their attitude toward their leader, St. George, the Judges went berserk like a lit powder keg, violently beating the Fallen Ones.

Amidst the chaos of battle, the Judge Knights had the leisure to chat, finding it all too easy as the Holy Light Legion, led by angels, was beating up the leaderless Fallen Legion.

It's like playing a game; even if you're careless, the shadow slash that falls from the sky will negate the enemy's attack.

"Where did the legion commander hear that negative rumor about the three legions?"

“When we were performing the repentance baptism in the sanctuary, a few junior priests were whispering to each other in a corner of the corridor. Commander Algernon and a few of us overheard them.”

"I'm curious about what people think of us judges. Those priests won't let us get away with this, will they?"

"These are all just false rumors, why are you going to listen to them?"

"Hurry up."

"The Guardians are gay, don't get close; the Purifiers are madmen, don't trust them; the Judges are idiots, unbelievable."

"..."

"..."

"Tell me that you little priests have already fixed it."

"No, we will not bully the weak, especially our own compatriots."

The Judge Knight tilted his head, looking at his companion as if trying to peek through the gap in his helmet to see if it contained a brain or a potato.

“We helped those young priests fill out a few applications to join the Guardians, and the next day, a smiling and enthusiastic Guardian brother dragged them away. They will continue to shine on the path of the Holy Light.”

May the Holy Light protect them.

May the Holy Light protect them.

The sudden announcement interrupted the judges' conversation. In the sky, the blood-soaked Grand Duke was in a sorry state, and the Dark Lord who had been beating him stopped attacking.

A languid voice echoed across the entire battlefield.

“I’m fed up. Let’s end this pointless farce. After tonight, Loshutar will cease to exist.”

Mr. Darkness raised his Darkblade high, and the faint light slowly intensified, like a rekindled flame.

In full view of everyone, Mr. Dark plunged the Darkblade into his own chest.

When it was pulled out again, the shadows that had been wrapped around it had faded, and the Dark Light Sword, no, the Blazing Light Sword, was like a sun illuminating the darkness.

"Eight Locks, the Power of Leaders."

"The flames of vengeance, target: vampires."

The weapons in the hands of the entire Judicator Legion burst into flames, yet they were entirely different from those enchanted with fire.

Algernon immediately took command of the entire army.

"Judges, abandon defense and attack with all your might!"

Chapter 498 Inside the Castle

A full-force attack erupted under the light; the Judge attacked ferociously as if possessed, risking injury to strike the Fallen.

Algernon kept urging his comrades on, even though they were already crazy enough.

"Charge! Kill! Every extra strike is a bonus, for power! For attack! Judges, slaughter!"

St. George's eight-chain ability, the fire of vengeance.

This ability can only last for one minute and requires at least six months of cooldown time.

Its effect is to apply a layer of power blessing to the legion members led by George.

The Flames of Vengeance greatly enhance the Inquisitor's attack power and increase the efficiency of their punishments. Furthermore, during the process, when legion members deal damage to the target race condemned by George, the Inquisitor gains additional attack power, stacking infinitely. Even more terrifying is that this attack power bonus gained through enemy annihilation is permanent.

This means that every wound inflicted on a fallen being can be replaced in the eyes of the Judge with: Attack Power +1, Attack Power +1, Attack Power +1...

The enemy is my whetstone; this is the perfect word for a judge.

Under the furious onslaught of the Judgement Legion, the burning flames of vengeance routed the Fallen. They were priests, guides of the Holy Light; the outcome of a melee between scholars and executioners was predictable.

The fallen ones transformed into bats and scattered, while darkness pursued the fleeing vampire grand duke.

"This piece of junk is so difficult to even cut down a big bat."

The sun fell, and the Blazing Sword, used up and discarded by the darkness, fell to the feet of Legion Commander Algernon.

The darkness slipped away, just like it always has.

Algernon picked up the holy sword, its intense holy flames burning fiercely, almost blindingly so.

"Judges, cleanse this area, do not let a single vampire escape."

"Yes, sir." The legion split into small teams of several men and began the cleanup work.

“Commander…” Beside Algernon, several awkwardly behaving judges remained standing, expressing their concerns to their leader.

"What will the Holy Land say about our judgment this time? You know, we were just undergoing a baptism of repentance."

The Baptism of Penance is a form of punishment within the Church for those who have erred in their pursuit of the Light. They are required to travel to the Sanctuary, the source of the Holy Light, the seat of the Pope, the Primordial Church, to perform some troublesome chores. Many pursuers of the Light see this as a spiritual cleansing, but the Legion of Judges, who have undergone the Baptism of Penance the most times, can tell you definitively.

This thing is utterly useless, except that a few priests can brag about the Inquisitor Legion copying scriptures for them when they're joking around.

"Commander, when I was in the Sanctuary, I was assisting with the handover of new believers. At that time, several young juniors were asking me questions..."

【Your Honor, if you were facing an enemy you believed yourself to be invincible, what would you do?】

Upon hearing this question, the group of Judgement Knights pinched their chins and brainstormed.

"Calling George?"

"Calling George?"

"Calling the Legion Commander, the Legion Commander is calling George?"

"His Majesty George will not let me encounter such a problem."

"I've never encountered anything like this before..."

“Didn’t we encounter that last time, back in Deria, the angel-level spellcaster who summoned meteors… Raphael saved us.”

"That's not something we called for."

"Back then, we didn't know George was still alive, but now that he's turned into a lump of coal, he does look pretty stupid."