Chapter 256. The Mad Warrior (2)
Bakal, commander of Special Unit One under the Inquisition of the Vatican, had thought they could win. But he'd barely managed to block Caron's sword and was already drenched in sweat. Though his face was hidden behind a mask, it had turned ghostly pale.
We're fighting as if we're ready to be martyred. But how... How is this happening? Bakal wondered.
All his brothers and sisters were giving everything, even their souls, in this battle. They gathered in glory to the Radiant Light, wielding their weapons with death in mind. Their training had been more than sufficient. They were veterans, battle-hardened elites who could hold their heads high anywhere on the continent.
And yet, one by one, they were falling, cut down helplessly by the blades of these wicked demons.
"Light above!"
"Have You abandoned us?!"
"You seem lost in thought," Caron said.
Boom!
The demon laughed in front of them.
Each time Caron's sword struck, Bakal's insides twisted. The Perverse Mana, bestowed anew for the eradication of evil, should have been fatal to a being like Caron Leston. But it posed no threat to him at all.
Caron's mana had already permeated deep into Bakal's body.
Bakal, who had lived without knowing fear thanks to his unwavering faith, now found himself utterly terrified—of that sword.