When he returned the way he came, Grush looked at the green grass at his feet and on the horizon, and his heart was as desolate as this field.

The green grass at his feet didn't even reach his calves, and it was unimaginable to be in such an inaccessible place if it were in a plain area.

Farther away, a herd of longhorn sheep stood still, staring at the area, and behind them were rolling mountains, the snow on the ridges hidden behind the thick fog.

This unusually empty and vast field should have been able to give people a pleasant feeling, but Grush's mood was very heavy at the moment, and he couldn't help but sigh when he looked at the city in the distance.

He failed to capture Asher because the curse was triggered and Asher was dead.

It's now clear that Asher wasn't behind it, but so what? The trail is broken, and he can't save the people who are about to die.

Now, his mind cleared up, and he understood one thing—the torn pages might just be a cover, a cover to guide their eyes, and the real clues might not be hidden in those pages.

If this is the case, then why should he blame Asher and expose Asher's existence.

Grush's lack of experience in dealing with events made it seem like a boulder had been pressed on his mind, and he thought that if he could secretly tell Sir Ravan his guess, would he be able to find out who was behind Asher?

Because he can't let go of his face......

Grush smiled self-deprecatingly, realizing that he didn't seem to be as strong or kind as he thought.

'Grush!'

Grush looked up, awakened by a loud voice from his self-reproach.

As he looked around to find the source of the voice, it sounded in his head again: 'Grush!'

Grush was stunned for a moment, and then his body shook: "Jean Utser?!"

'Marat, right?' The paladin heard the voice that had been gentle, but now slightly eager, echoing in his head, 'You are Marat in the Eagle Principality...... No, it's nearby, right?'

"Yes, Your Majesty ......"

Before Grush's words could be finished, the god of radiance hurriedly said, 'Go-'

The God of Radiance didn't say anything, but Grush heard a sense of urgency in his tone, and his eyes widened suddenly, and the holy power gathered in front of him, kicked down, and sped forward.

'Something happened to Marat!'

"Ah!!h

Grush let out the tension in his heart with a roar, and at this moment, his body seemed to burst out with more power than before.

Boom Boom –

The paladin tugged at the air around him with his mortal body, and a gust of wind suddenly rose, blowing up billowing dust and smoke.

When the sound of the earth being trampled sounded, the beasts in front of them retreated in horror, and the black city wall, which was originally indistinguishable from the sky, had appeared in front of Grush's eyes.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and Grushh couldn't hear what was happening in the city, but he could see the towering heads on the walls!

The gates had been opened, and Grush could see the soldiers fleeing under the walls, as if something was chasing them.

What happened?

The semi-circular walls stood in front of him, as they had been before, but Grush saw not only the soldiers fleeing in a hurry, but also some soldiers fighting with the cavalry for horses - what the hell was going on?!

"Get out of the way!!"

A breath of anger burst out of his chest, and he blurted out a binge.

The sound rang in the soldiers' ears, and a loud bang stunned them all, and Mu Mu turned his head to look in the direction of the golden glow.

Grush leaped to his feet, and the soldiers' heads turned, and as the golden light passed over their heads, he turned and stepped on the top of the gate, and then he stepped on the bricks and stones, and with the help of his strength, he leaped over the narrow and dark gate, and landed in the square in the center of the castle.

The midday sun shone over the walls and onto the square, and Grush's eyes widened as he looked at the scene.

A huge monster of bloat and ugliness stood in the middle of the square, and the sun shone on it, not making it holy, but making it look even more hideous.

It held the remains of a soldier in its hand and chewed, and the dead soldier's eyes were on the open gate behind Grush, and the screams on the walls reached Grush's ears.

The monster's facial features were crowded together, and the proliferating pieces of flesh on its body only made it look bloated, not strong!

Grush's gaze raced, and he saw several holes in the walls of the third and second floors of the castle's inner ring, and the masonry fell into the shadows beneath the towering walls.

The dead were 'of different shapes,' but their bodies were all twisted—

Is it because of 'it'?

Grush took a breath, sucking the blood-smelling air into his lungs, and drew his worn-out sword in its scabbard with his right hand.

He clenched his teeth, raised his eyebrows with rage, and his face was hideous!

"Who are you, and why do you want to kill?"

As a scream rang out in the air, Grush asked in a trembling voice.

But the monster ignored him, and looked at the paladin with a pair of eyes squeezed into a slit by the fat flesh, still chewing on the flesh of the corpse in his hands.

"Monster ......"

Grushh gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, and then the Holy Power suddenly exploded, and the Holy Light descended into the world!

"Evil—"

Grush roared and stepped forward: "In the eyes of the hand of justice, there is no room for evil!"

Boom –

The holy warrior smashed the masonry ground with one kick, and with a swing of his long sword, he split the monster in front of him in half with a single sword!

The monster looked down curiously and touched the red thread on its belly, from which crimson blood was constantly spilling.

"Poof!"

A pillar of blood erupted from the monster's stomach, and it stared blankly, then exploded, splattering blood.

As soon as his knees went limp, the monster fell to its knees, its upper body finally separated from its lower body, and the flesh buds that tried to repair their bodies writhed in the air, but they were continuously burned by the scorching light, and finally it was difficult to continue.

The monster's upper body lay on its back on the ground, and the glare of the sunlight hanging high in the sky made it close its eyes, and at this time, it finally felt the 'pain'.

"Ah——!h

"Ah!!h

The monster made a sound like a baby's cry, and the screams that rang out from the walls became quieter.

Standing in the middle of the square, Grush lowered his head, and saw that the shadows of the city walls around him suddenly became a little more, and he didn't look up, but he heard a few loud noises—

Eight sounds!

Grush looked back and saw eight monsters crouching on the edge of the wall, slowly standing up.

They are the same hideous, the same ugly, the same ...... Stained with blood!

The [Principles of Justice], which had been hanging from his waist before he picked up the sword, automatically floated up, automatically unchained, and hovered beside Grush.

A glimmer of light shone on the paladin's grim face, and after a few flickeres of golden light, Grush was completely different.

- [Divine Armor]!

- Cloak of Fury!

- [Holy Sword Technique]!

He didn't know how or where these monsters came from, he just knew that those monsters were his enemies.

It is unforgivable that those monsters not only killed the soldiers, but also gnawed their corpses.

So, Grush raised his sword again, and this time, the sword in his hand was no longer worn, it had been completely new and shining with divine light!

"Holy Light—"

"Roar!!

The eight-headed monster launched a fierce charge at Grush at the same time, and when he landed, he was able to shatter the masonry under his feet!

"Do you see those enemies?"

Grush leaned down, his gaze getting cold.

The voice, but then high-pitched: "Kill them!!"