Damn Reincarnation

smashed to an unrecognizable form.

This was the work of the Holy Sword.
Eugene’s flames fluttered bigger than the light emitted by the blade, and he used the White Flame Formula to condense the sword-force into a coat surrounding the blade of the Holy Sword.

In truth, he did not need to use the Holy Sword.
The beautiful ceremonial blade was, in fact, not practical at all as a weapon.

Eugene already knew this.
Nevertheless, he swung the Holy Sword because he wanted to.
The Holy Sword Altair was an artifact left behind by that old dog ‘God of Light,’ and they believed in their god unconditionally.
So he wanted to destroy their light with the Holy Sword.

‘…It’s hot,’ Eugene thought.

His heart was racing, even though he had not used Ignition.
The blood raged its course through his body far faster than normal, and his mana was stoking the fire instead of cooling it down.

Heavy fog arose from nothingness.
The ancient barrier recognized the enemy threatening the temple, and all the believers within the temple were alerted of Eugene’s presence.
All but the three conducting the ceremony at the fount began to move toward Eugene.

Eugene wasn’t aware of this, but even knowing would have changed nothing.
He had no intention of backing down; if anything blocked his way, he would destroy it.
If they fell and still attempted to stop him, he would trample them.
If they held his ankles, he would cut off their hands.

Each of his steps caused the fog to tremble, despite the lack of wind.
But the laughter, screams, groans, and cries of the girls resonated as clear as a bell from a distance.
What exactly was so omnipotent and omniscient about this light and whatever god?

The flame surrounding the Holy Sword swelled as something leaped at him from beyond the fog.
Eugene swung without looking, and the pale light of the sword parted the mist.
The flame followed shortly after, ripping through the fog with an even stronger light.

Screams passed him by, but it was none of Eugene’s business.
It didn’t matter how many he had cut down with his strike.
He could feel hostility radiating from all sides.
Their anger overpowered their fear and amplified their hostility into murderous intent.
The Hero was denying the Sacrament of Light.
He was attacking the believers, those he was supposed to protect and lead.
Most importantly, neither hesitation nor mercy could be found in his strikes.

Not just that, he was striking down believers with the Holy Sword.
It was truly unimaginable and sacrilegious.
The devout Paladins wept, and the Inquisitors, the punishers of pagans, bled from their chewed lips.

They charged Eugene without hesitation.

The fog continued to pulsate.
But since it was too thick, Eugene couldn’t clearly distinguish his opponents.
However, he could smell the blood from beyond the white haze.
He could hear their chants and sobs.

“Why are you the ones crying?” he called out.
Eugene had many cards up his sleeve.
He had Akasha from Sienna, and he had the Lionhearts’ treasures: Storm Sword Wynnyd, Thunderbolt Pernoa, Dragon Spear Kharbos, and Devouring Sword Azphel.

He had the Moonlight Sword.

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However, he did not want to use anything else.
Here and now, he would only use the Holy Sword.
He would deny their very essence with the sword left by the god they cried and sobbed for.

Eugene’s flames continued to blaze.
He continued forward with a fierce, sinister expression.
The sword whipped with every pulse of the fog, then came the screams and blood.
Some dodged the sword and rushed in, but they only delayed their deaths by a second.

It looked almost as if he were swinging without thought, but no one was able to approach him.
No one could come hastily without preparing themselves to be cut.
Even if they prepared themselves and approached with caution, they would be cut.
Impatience seemed to push them forward, but they were greeted with gut-wrenching blows.

The formation of the Paladins was forced to change due to the continued blows — a thoughtless approach only served to reduce their numbers.
Nevertheless, the Paladins could not let Eugene continue down his path.

Dozens of Paladins recited the same prayer, and the armor of light protecting their bodies shattered before wrapping around their entire formation.

Fwoosh!

The gigantic wings of light drove away the fog as they spread in their full glory.
Eugene stared straight at them, noticing the accumulation of power united by the prayers of dozens of Paladins.
Faith gathered with prayers and swelled endlessly.
Even though the sun was gone and the sky dark, the light emitting from the Paladins descended like an artificial sun.

The large wings of light soared high into the sky, and the prayer of the Paladins intensified accordingly.
Their heightened chants resonated like a hymn.

After rising high enough to pierce heaven, the wings came crashing down.
Countless feathers of light poured down toward Eugene like a meteor shower.

Eugene glared at the sight as he raised his sword.

Craack!

An intangible force started pressing down on Eugene.
The Inquisitors had gathered their prayers during the Paladins’ chant in unison.

The force that suppressed Eugene was different from the typical use of magic, but he couldn’t feel the unique characteristics of divine magic from it either.
It was likely ancient magic, something similar to blood magic.

Hundreds of years ago, the Holy Empire had spearheaded the magic hunt, and the Inquisitors of Maleficarum were now monopolizing the very magic they had previously labeled as heresy.

Eugene could feel the suppressing force growing stronger by the second, and it wasn’t simply binding him physically.
The bond interfered with the flow of mana inside his body and neutralized him completely.

“Huh,” Eugene scoffed before willing his core to spin.
The Ring Flame Formula caused his production of mana to increase explosively.

Kiieeeng!

Agaroth’s Ring reacted to Eugene’s explosive mana from his left ring finger.
The ring was a relic left by an ancient, perished war god.
Although Agaroth’s will no longer lingered in the ring, it was imbued with a spirit resembling its former master’s temperament.
Agaroth’s Ring reminisced about the battlefields of the myths as feathers poured down from the heavens.

The Ring knew the duty it needed to perform at times like these.

Rumbleeeee!

Agaroth’s Ring caressed the mana Eugene poured out, and the divine power contained within the ring strengthened the mana further.
Lightning Flame became intertwined with the flow of mana.

The torrent of mana surging from Eugene caused the Inquisitors to lose control.
Although it would be difficult to find anything superior when it came to binding spells, and dozens of Inquisitors were combining their powers to hold Eugene in place, the best they could do was to restrict him for a short moment.

The moment their bind was broken, the feathers were already in contact with Eugene’s body.
However, the feathers failed to hurt Eugene.
Instead, the flames surged upwards, burning away the feathers in their rampage.

Eugene raised the Holy Sword amid the chaos.
Something strange blended with the mana he controlled using the Ring Flame Formula.
It was different from the Lightning Flame.
Eugene felt it to be foreign and strange, but it wasn’t impossible to control either.

The divine power contained in Agaroth’s Ring combined with Eugene’s mana rather than flowing separately.

The White Flame Formula of the Lionheart.

Empty Sword of the Dragonic.

Crack.

Lightning swirled around the flames covering the Holy Sword, and lightning pulled mana from the atmosphere back into the flames.
The Empty Sword caused the flame of the blade to swell, then shrink.
The Empty Sword condensed the unstable mana by binding it, then coated the blade in a repetitive process.

One.

Rumbleeeeee!

The materialization of the Paladin’s chants transformed from wings of light into a large sword.
It was clear that the Second Form of their gospel could easily sweep away its enemies, as well as anyone in the vicinity.
As such, the Inquisitors retreated to the side of the Paladins, then joined in the prayer to provide support with their divine power.

The Sword of Judgement exuded an even more brilliant light, and Eugene tightened his grip on the Holy Sword while looking up.
Agaroth’s Ring radiated a bleak glow.

Crack! Craack! 

Sharper tongues of lightning permeated the flame.

Two.

Twice refined by The Empty Sword, the white and blue flames of the blade spread as black spots.

The Sword of Judgement started its descent toward Eugene, and the flame engulfed the light.