"Holy Light!"

Without the slightest doubt, Grush drew his long sword, and the sword resonated with the [Principle of Justice], and both of them burst out with dazzling holy light at the same time.

"Useless ......"

The young man standing in a pool of blood laughed, shook his head slightly, and his body turned into a wisp of black smoke and drifted away under Grush's angry slash, leaving only one sentence in place: "The light of the arcane is difficult to resist, even the 'holy light' bestowed by the source of order is not invincible in the face of the great arcane." ”

Knock –

A muffled sound came from the depths of the earth, and a huge tremor ensued shook the impregnable castle.

Grush lowered his head and saw the dead faces of the servants of the Ravan family, the poor men, and saw their eyes that remained in disbelief until death.

Is Justice the final piece of the puzzle? What are you kidding!!

Anger didn't need to be brewed, anger burned in his chest, Grush stood firmly on the ground, the stones on the ceiling began to fall under the violent vibration, and the sound of falling masonry continued to echo in his ears.

"Why? Why ......"

Grush clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand, and the green tendons on the back of his hand and forehead jumped, and the blood was difficult to calm!

"Why do I keep seeing this??"

Two lines of hot tears fell, Grush recalled the mother and son before he became the 'hand of justice', recalled the small village far away in the kingdom of Kolo, looking at these corpses and blood in front of him, how to express the pain in his heart!

Anger, pain, self-blame...... If that man's words were meant to make Grush feel guilty and painful, then he did succeed, but he also angered Grush!

"I'm Grush—"

The paladin straightened up, raised his sword in front of him, and said with trembling lips:

"I am the 'hand of justice'—"

The Marat civilians, who had calmed down a little under the soothing of the monks, were again stirred up by the sudden tremors.

"Follow the god of justice, Karl, on the side of the crown—"

The streets of Marat were already crowded with people, their faces full of panic and bewilderment, and the silent and unspoken monks felt helpless in the face of the chaos of the people.

A house suddenly bulged, and people felt that it was suddenly dark, and then they turned their heads and saw the house that was lifted up by the ground, and suddenly there was no sound.

"Listen to the teachings and spread the righteousness—"

Pennu fled the house with his sleeping sister on his back, and saw a long, sharp pier burst through the earth in the distance, a dark blue light condensing on it.

Marat's walls had collapsed, bricks falling in the tremors, and even the monks stood in place as the spikes rose rapidly, the ground swelled like waves, and some of the civilians who had not been notified to come out of their houses were burned to ashes in a glowing blue light.

Outside the walls of Marat, a tall tower stood tall and shook off the earth on its surface, and huge stones rolled down, smashing all the houses in a corner of Marat's city.

"Now, in the face of evil, I will kill it to comfort your souls!"

Under the violent tremors, the supporting columns of the castle could no longer support the weight of the castle, and everywhere began to crumble, the crumbling wall bricks rolled off the walls, the stairs broke abruptly, and the rooms collapsed suddenly!

"—May you rest in peace!"

Two pillars of light soar into the sky!

The dark blue light of magic and the light of gold and silver order rise to the sky!

All around, the movement of everything had come to a standstill, as if time had stood still, and Grush stood in the center with his sword in hand.

Sadness, pain, and anger are hidden in the depths of his indifferent eyes, and like the silver armor that envelops his body, the current holy warriors are also 'cold'.

Boom –

A loud bang erupted in the air, and the stones suspended around Grush were suddenly emptied by the abruptly released holy power.

"May You Have Rest......

Then, a gust of wind broke up, and Grush's figure disappeared into the ruined castle of Raven.

The top of the tower seemed to pierce into the clouds, and Pennu looked up at the tower in a daze, feeling his sister behind him seem to move, and when he turned around, he saw a pair of open brown eyes.

"Hah...... Hana ......"

Penu suddenly laughed, "Hah, Hana, are you awake?"

However, his sister did not answer him, and then he also noticed that his sister's eyes did not have the slightest hint of agility, and were full of dead gray colors.

Panic flashed in the young man's eyes, he put his sister down, turned around and asked nervously, "Hana, Hana, what's wrong with you?"

Even if his house has collapsed, even if the surrounding area has become a ruin, in Pernu's eyes, his sister is the most important thing.

I don't know if it's his illusion, he seems to see a blue halo in Hana's eyes......

This was not Penu's delusion, the girl's eyes shone brightly, the same faint blue light as the tower!

"Hana, what's wrong with you?"

"Your sister is fine!"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, listening to the firm tone, Penu turned his head, only to see a golden light rushing towards him, and subconsciously raised his hand in panic and hugged his sister in his arms.

“...... Brother?"

Hearing the murmur of the girl in her arms, Penu suddenly opened her eyes and looked nervously at her sister.

He glanced at it a few times, met his sister's puzzled gaze, and then he looked around, but he didn't find the figure of the person, and he didn't know what had happened in that moment.

Grush ran through the streets of Marat, and the golden ripples that bloomed within him spread in all directions, purifying the 'sickness' of all the 'sick'.

It wasn't a curse, it was just a kind of radiation from the tower.

[Removing Magic] is naturally useful, but it can only alleviate the infection of 'radiation', and if you want to solve the problem fundamentally, you must destroy that tower!

It took about thirty seconds for Grush to run from the diagonal castle of Raven to the bottom of the tower, which glowed with a faint blue light.

"A qualified mage will not expose himself to the enemy. ”

When Grush appeared under the tower, a chuckle came from the tower: "Grush, the mighty 'hand of justice', come on! I'm in this tower, you won't dare to come in with an artifact, right?"

The paladin watched quietly, the closed door in front of him slowly opening.

"Do you know what a 'legend' is?" Grush, holding the hilt of his sword with both hands, suddenly asked in a flat tone.

Without waiting for the man to answer, the wings behind the paladin suddenly opened, and the silver light shone—

"I'm !! legend"

Grush's sword slashed, the silver armor on his body and the wings behind him continued to disintegrate as the blade swung down, a sword light flashed, and the tower began to collapse!

"What are you doing?!" the voice came from the tower again, but this time he didn't have the same composure as before, and his words were full of panic.

"I'm from Lolandal, and I was once a paladin under the crown of Jean Utser, although that crown was once the leader of the legion against the Arcane Empire, but in his eyes, the power of magic is not terrible, it is only the people who use magic!"

With a long sword full of cracks in his hand, Grush saw the young man he had seen before fleeing from the tower in panic with a group of people with masks on their faces, and he said calmly, "You invited me into that tower, but you were just bluffing, the shield of this tower was not activated, it may have been broken, or it may have been too late - are you underestimating us too much? Think we don't know anything about it? You are too naïve, mage!"

"Mage, who the hell are you and what do you want to do, tell me, as a price of atonement, I will kill you here, otherwise, your soul will never be at peace!"

At this moment, Grush's eyes were full of violence, and his face was hideous: "Even if I am a holy warrior, I dare to guarantee this!!"