Apostle Mitchel wasn’t very tall; he had black hair with blue streaks, and his eyes were blue. He wore an elegant white and gold uniform, and around his neck hung a pendant bearing the symbol of the Temple of Endless Heaven.

However, what Alon saw was a demon with three black horns—one on each side of his forehead and a longer one in the middle—with blue hair and dressed in a black and red uniform that reeked of blood.

Apostle Mitchel didn’t understand what was happening, but he didn’t hesitate to summon two golden daggers with sparkling magical gems in the hilts upon sensing Alon’s hostility.

Alon snapped the nun’s neck, and as he looked at the dark daggers in the demon’s hands before him, he realized just how powerful his enemy was.

Alon, who also wore a pendant bearing the symbol of the Endless Sky, summoned an imposing golden spear with a magical diamond at its tip.

Alon swung his spear, and Mitchel blocked the attack with his daggers.

Boom!

The ground shook as the two "High Power Rank" warriors began to fight.

All the glass in the temple’s windows shattered, and cracks spread across the walls.

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Just as had happened in that temple and in the kingdom of Lizler, in other places as well, some of the other soldiers who had been asleep began to wake up and cause chaos.

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The imperial troops’ military formations appeared more solid at that moment. To disrupt the imperial army’s balance, Prince Absab swung his halberd in a horizontal motion, unleashing a powerful horizontal attack of demonic energy concentrated at the eighth rank (starting point).

The powerful attack was deflected by a semi-inclined sacred barrier, causing most of the attack’s power to rise up into the sky.

Explosion!

The demonic energy that failed to reach its target exploded in the air, shaking the hearts of some imperial soldiers and instilling courage in Prince Absab’s allies.

Although many were reluctant to support someone who wielded the power of demons, in the midst of a war, what truly matters and inspires courage is who has the strongest ally.

However, in the midst of the fierce clashes through which the imperialist troops sought to demonstrate their superiority, Mr. Geminis raised his staff, and three shining golden spears were hurled at Prince Absab, who did not hesitate to swing his halberd, unleashing a concentrated power of demonic energy at the Eighth Rank (midpoint).

Explosion!

The ground shook, and many soldiers from both armies used their powers to protect their ears; the boldest among them kept attacking even as their ears bled.

The moment the demonic energy and the sacred energy collided,

six apostles appeared and activated a sacred formation that caused Prince Absab and Mr. Gemini to vanish from the battlefield before the astonished eyes of the soldiers of the Presial Kingdom’s army and its allies.

"Don’t give up! The Prince is fighting for his kingdom, and his King will join you in this battle! Attack!" King Sitión, riding a gray-coated steed, entered the battlefield wielding a silver-and-blue sword, which was a High-Rank weapon.

King Sition’s swift arrival on the battlefield prevented the morale of his army and his allies from plummeting; however, Superior Commander Rasgar Relvin, who had been closely monitoring everything happening on the battlefield, did not hesitate to order the imperial commanders to rush to capture King Sition at any cost.

On a plain, with the Great Mountain Range stretching out beside them.

Prince Absab, gripping his halberd firmly, saw the man wearing the mask with two expressions.

Mr. Gemini struck the ground with his staff, and though it seemed as if nothing had happened, Prince Absab realized that Mr. Gemini had created a sacred barrier around them so that he could not escape.

"Are you satisfied? In the end, so many deaths have been caused in this war, and that only benefits the demons," said Mr. Gemini in a deep, solemn voice.

"You hypocritical bastards, so what were we supposed to do? Let you take us prisoner and seize our kingdom just because you’re the Empire?" There was anger in Prince Absab’s words.

The prince knew that the more time passed, the more the Presial kingdom’s army would suffer.

"I’ll finish you off, and then the rest of you damned imperialists," Prince Absab exclaimed, brandishing his halberd.

A wave of demonic energy at the Eighth Rank (maximum point) shook the plain, cracked the ground, and lashed the spot where Mr. Gemini stood.

Boom!

When the dust from the explosion cleared, Prince Absab looked at Mr. Geminis, who remained completely unharmed in the same spot.

The ground, battered by the powerful demonic attack, had become crumbly and cracked; every blade of grass had been pulverized, and yet Mr. Geminis remained unharmed.

"You’re impulsive, but I can see you’re not without reason—at least enough to understand your situation," said Mr. Geminis, and then he struck the ground with his staff.

The light emanating from the gem at the top of Mr. Gemini’s staff shone brightly, and the entire surrounding ground was bathed in a brilliant light that made the cracks in the ground disappear and caused new blades of grass to sprout. Even so, everything on that plain now seemed to be enveloped in a halo of bright, sacred golden light.

Prince Absab tried not to let himself be overwhelmed and struck the ground with his halberd, releasing demonic energy, but even that failed to dispel the brilliant halo covering everything on the surface of that plain.

"Surrender, Prince Absab, and at least your people will survive. If you die fighting as a heretic to the very end, your entire people will be treated the same way," Mr. Geminis’s voice remained solemn.

Prince Absab swung his halberd and unleashed a powerful blast of demonic energy in the direction of Mr. Gemini.

Mr. Gemini simply waved his staff, and a golden light enveloped the demonic attack, causing it to vanish.

"You are weak, young prince," said Mr. Gemini.

Prince Absab coated his halberd with demonic energy and leaped toward Mr. Geminis.

To Prince Absab, his opponent was a mage, and the only effective way for a warrior to defeat a mage of equal power was to close the distance.