Paladin of the Dead God

The moment Isaac uttered the name, an indescribable weight crushed him.

Amundalas had assured Isaac that his elevated stature meant he would no longer be completely overpowered by an angel. But the presence before him reduced him to nothing more than an insect.

The pressure was suffocating. Isaac could barely twitch a single finger.

Then, Angela picked up a stick and poked at the campfire, scattering sparks into the air. The oppressive weight eased slightly. A moment later, Beshek’s voice echoed, tinged with an almost apologetic tone.

[My apologies. I was just a bit startled that you identified me so quickly. You truly live up to your reputation as the Grail Knight.]

Isaac wasn’t thinking about seizing an opportunity; instead, he felt overwhelmed by the sudden realization that the final boss of the Immortal Order stood before him.

The crushing aura had made one thing clear: there was no way Isaac could defeat Beshek.

In the game, even capturing the Holy Land Lua required elaborate rituals, angelic intervention, and countless resources. It wasn’t about defeating Beshek—his defeat was simply not an option. He was a figure to be avoided, evaded, and outlasted.

Fortunately, Beshek spoke in a calm, almost conversational tone.