This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 361 - 335: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

Chapter 361: Chapter 335: The Sparrow Stalks Behind

Lorencos looked at his old friend’s angelic appearance and couldn’t help feeling sentimental.

Once, this was the most reassuring sight to him, for every time Rachel Angelo took on this form, he would completely overwhelm the enemy, leaving no need for worry.

But now, it was Lorencos himself facing this mighty power.

This heavenly armor was more powerful than many high-level magic armors, the six light wings representing six different blessing effects.

Flight Spell, Protection from Good and Evil, Acceleration Spell, Healing Radiance, Holy Light Enhancement, and the strongest effect of all—Resurrection.

Even if he were fatally wounded, Rachel Angelo could have a chance at resurrection.

This power came not only from Rachel Angelo’s own Holy Light energy but also from the Divine Artifact necklace he wore, a gift from the former Emperor of Laine to honor his achievements.

Lorencos uttered no words of unfairness, realizing that being granted the opportunity for a one-on-one duel with Rachel Angelo was the greatest mercy he could expect.

Lorencos knew he was bound to die, but he felt no fear; he should have died many years ago.

Lorencos turned to Frodo and said, "Child, the mistakes in your life are my fault, when you were young, I lacked the courage to teach you the right path, as you grew up, I didn’t tell you right from wrong in time, and now, I’ve even dragged you down to Hell with me. Frodo, I’m sorry."

An emotional Frodo said, "Father, why not surrender? As long as we live, there’s still a chance."

Lorencos shook his head and said, "This is my chance. Frodo, I’ve faced many similar tests in my life. When Rachel cut off that child’s head, I could have saved his family. I could have stopped those meaningless slaughters in the wars that followed.

"But I used the same excuse each time, to stay alive, just to stay alive, so I kept hiding in the shadows of these sins, thinking I could conceal myself, but in fact, I had been tainted by darkness long ago. Frodo, you will face such tests too, and perhaps one day you’ll understand that some things are more important than simply surviving."

Lorencos turned, hoisting his twisted longsword high.

Holy Light surged out of Lorencos, transforming into silver-white armor that covered him.

Lorencos’ armor wasn’t as splendid as Rachel Angelo’s—it looked flimsy and plain, lacking the dazzling light wings, yet Lorencos was the first to strike at Rachel Angelo.

The Holy Slash, the Paladin’s most common and most powerful combat move.

With this Holy Light, vanquish all evil!

Lorencos’ Holy Light morphed into a blade, slashing towards Rachel Angelo in the sky, only to be shattered by an even more powerful Holy Slash.

Lorencos dodged Rachel Angelo’s counterattack and flew into the air to engage Rachel Angelo in close combat.

The Holy Light was blinding, completely enveloping the two figures, and bystanders could not see the battle but could only hear the sounds of swords clashing again and again. The crowd had to gradually retreat as the energy leaking out pitted the surrounding ground.

For an ordinary person, not only is there no dignity in participating in a battle between two Legendary Holy Warriors, there is even no dignity in observing it.

The fight went on for several minutes until a figure fell from the sky.

Lorencos, covered in blood, fell to the ground, his chest bearing a deep, bone-exposing wound that even the Holy Light could not heal.

The crowd looked up at the sky where Rachel Angelo was still hovering, but one of his light wings was now missing.

Rachel Angelo, looking down at his battered old friend, said with a heavy voice, "Lorencos, you have lost."

The aged Paladin lay on the ground, letting blood gush out from his chest and mouth, but there was still a faint smile on Lorencos’ lips as he used his last bit of strength to say, "I... a sinner... my death is of no concern... my old friend... when... will you come to realize?"

"Idiot! You are the one who is wrong!"

Rachel Angelo raised his longsword in anger, and a brilliant Holy Light descended, aiming to sever Lorencos’ head.

But just as the Holy Light was about to fall, a figure suddenly blinked in, fiercely shattering the Holy Slash.

Allen arrived, but seeing the ground strewn with corpses and the dying Lorencos, he realized he was too late.

Allen, eyes reddened, said to Lorencos in a hoarse voice, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left alone!"

"No... this is... fate..."

Lorencos’s pupils had already started to dilate, and after he spoke those last words, he stopped breathing entirely.

Allen felt as if a sharp sword had pierced through his heart, rendering him completely breathless.

"Allen Watson! You traitor, you’ve led Lorencos astray!"

Rachel Angelo recognized the young man and immediately placed all the blame on his head.

The Holy Slash was unleashed once again, this time targeting Allen.

However, Rachel Angelo’s sword strike, which she thought was a sure hit, completely missed its mark.

Allen, cradling the broken body of Lorencos, teleported to another location in an instant.

Moreover, after setting down Lorencos, he blink again, appearing right behind Rachel Angelo.

These two teleports were carried out so swiftly that Rachel Angelo had no time to react; her Holy Slash had only just hit the ground when Allen’s longsword was already stabbing into her back.

The energies of the Holy Light collided, erupting in a blinding flash.

The audience couldn’t help but close their eyes, and when they were able to see clearly again, they discovered that Rachel Angelo was actually being suppressed by Allen.

The Holy Light power that this young man controlled was not stronger than Rachel Angelo’s, at least he couldn’t summon the heavenly armor, but his swordsmanship was exceedingly terrifying.

With unlimited blinking and Allen’s dazzling swordsmanship, Rachel Angelo didn’t know how many times she had been struck during their brief encounter. What shocked and appalled her even more was that Allen’s sword could actually penetrate her heavenly armor.

This was heavenly armor, reputedly stronger than heavy armor defense. How could it be pierced by his sword so easily?

Were it not for the healing radiance that helped Rachel Angelo quickly recover from her wounds, she might have already been riddled with holes by Allen’s blade.

Allen had witnessed Lorencos’s death with his own eyes, but he didn’t let anger cloud his judgment, taking full advantage of his agility to prevent Rachel Angelo from even touching the hem of his garment.

It only became apparent when they clashed. Previously, Allen was completely dominated by the Headless Knight Gareth, unable to launch a counterstrike, whether it was simple doubt or pure strength, Allen fell far short of Gareth.

After being tormented by this Headless Knight hundreds of times, Allen even began to question his life.

Now, in a confrontation with Rachel Angelo, the Ironblood General became the one without the ability to retaliate.

Whether with slashing or thrusting, Rachel Angelo couldn’t block or defend, only to allow Allen’s longsword to pierce through her heavenly armor time and time again.

The Magic-breaking Longsword might not be very useful against real heavy armor, but it was a complete counter to armor made of energy. With a bit more time, he believed he could defeat this Ironblood General.

However, soon Allen had to push this thought to the back of his mind, because once he began suppressing Rachel Angelo, the other Paladins who were just watching immediately joined forces, linking their Holy Light power into a powerful shockwave.

Allen was forced to teleport away to dodge, but it wasn’t just the Paladins who acted. Many Light Priests were also attacking.

The Stopping Spell, Fireball Technique, Sunbeam... all these spells were locked on Allen, forcing him to continuously blink away. Any slight hesitation would result in a relentless onslaught of magical attacks.

No one could confront a well-trained legion, not even a Legend.

If Allen slowed down by even a bit, he would be overwhelmed by these spells.

Allen was extremely anxious. He could escape on his own, but he wanted to take Lorencos’s corpse and his son, Frodo, with him.

Frodo, as if petrified by his father’s death, stood still, eyes fixed on his father’s corpse, utterly oblivious to the fierce battle around him.

No matter what, Allen wanted to save everything, even if it meant saving just one person.

But his power was still too weak.

Just as Allen thought he could only watch Frodo die there, a mass of black fog surged out, enveloping everyone on the battlefield.

That thick stench of decay was the Dark Magic Power from the Undead!

"It’s Master Ultraman!"