"Protect the Queen!"
Shouted Vadima as they approached the battlefield, her small troop was akin to a droplet in front of the two armies that waged war on the desolate plains.
Christopher's Carriage stopped not so far away from the battlefield, he could see everything happening but he didn't take anyone's part, this was more like a war and he wasn't sure whether to help Nivava's current ruler or not.
"Help!"
He heard a desperate cry of a young girl whom was being snatched by a man in black. of course this was an abduction not a war, in the chaos people didn't even bother with what was happening to others, their foremost objective was to survive.
The man was withing Christopher's range and the little girl was lying on his shoulder, what a man would Christopher be if he didn't help a little girl.
His hand stretched out of the carriage as he took out a spellbook and begun to chant silently almost inaudibly.
However even after he stopped chanting nothing happened the spell casting failed, it was of course an intermediate spell, and he was using silent casting which lowered the possibility to cast it even further.
The next moment a bloody piece of the man in black and an unharmed girl appeared next to the carriage, the man didn't even have the chance to scream as he was dead.
The little girl was still shouting for help and for some reason all the soldiers after hearing her begun to desperately charge towards her, of course Christopher could not have known that the person he had killed was undetectable by normal means, only a weirdo with 22 magic rings on his hands most of which had some enchantment to detect sneaking opponents. You could say that it was the abducter's bad luck to run into such a person.
"Protect her majesty the Princess!"
The soldiers run towards the child whom was still shouting for help, until she fell flat on her butt and begun to scream at the sight of the human piece of bloody meat and entrails that had now flown out of it.
Blood dying her gown as she touched the bloody ground. The soldiers and their enemies begun to charge at the mysterious carriage, but little did they know that one by one their heads would go missing.
This happened because they had hostile intentions as they approached.
"Stop, He's our Ally!"
Vadima shouted, seeing the irrational soldiers, but the princesses cries for help and desperate blood dyed figure made it hard for them to stop.
The situation became even more chaotic as a third force emerged from the distance. They wore Black robes and carried a devestating aura around them, they begun chanting as they moved forwards and shot fireballs and other spells towards the two sides, while an army of small red imps begun to flood towards the two sides.
Of course Christopher now knew that the little girl was a princess, would he however care, in a matter of facts she was but a 12 years old child.
The wave of fireballs and other spells were raining towards them, people begun to die, Vadima led a rather luxurious carriage towards Christopher's carriage and from inside came a man in black whom quickly reached for the little girl and took her inside the carriage.
Christopher could see what was happening inside the other carriage as the little girl was hugging onto her mother, a rather touching scene, of course to the ladies sitting next to him, whom could see nothing outside the carriage they were dying of boredom.
"Would you like to look outside?"
Christopher asked Tris and the others whom looked bored.
Tris moved the curtain that hid the sun and saw the battlefield, corpses everywhere, magic spells flying through the sky and as energeticaly as she moved it she drew it back, wanting to puke. As she knew that ouside was going a slaughter, not to long afterwards the Queen's carriage lined with theirs and her carriage's door opened, releasing cold air from inside her carriage.
The royal carriage had no windows and it was made of a special material which made it hard to destroy, the carriage was also magical and didn't need a beast to move it around.
"Hero Christopher, We could begin the negotiations, but could you please help us dispose of our current threat?"
The one speaking was the queen, she couldn't see inside his carriage and since her own was also sound insulated, she had to open her door to speak with him.
Christopher didn't think much as he ordered his carriage to move towards the battlefield as he chanted while his hands didn't stop doing a quacking notion, each time killing an imp or a person whom was hostile towards him.
Any magic spell that tried to target his own carriage would disappear and explode underground.
Of course all good things don't last forever, although Christopher had cast a forcefield around them, his magic power wasn't enough or the enemy's magic power was and skills made it so that a Fireball burst right through his forcefield, crushing one the driver and burning the lizard's tail, making it go crazy, but that wasn't the only thing that happened, it also blasted a hole on the carriage and wounded Tris and Tanna whom were seated at that side of the carriage.
"Aaaa!"
"How dare you!"
"I will kill you all!"
The first scream was from Tris, but the rest came from Christopher whom whom had grown angry, as he begun to slaughter the mages disregarding the firballs that blasted towards his carriage.
He begun chanting audibly making the mages whom heard his chant from a distance beginning to run, but as he chanted the teleportation magic still cut the weaker mages into pieces, the moment they died, the imps they had summoned disappeared as well.
"Retreat!"
Shouted one whom acted like their leader, he was the one whom had shot the fireball that killed the driver and wounded Tris and Tanna, but would Christopher let them leave.
Although the mage was immune to teleportation since his magic defense was higher, the ground under his feet was not as he fell into a small square pit and a square of dirt appeared above him and begun to burry him alive.
There was chaos as Christopher begun to kill indiscrimately, anyone whom had a red indication was seen as an enemy and slaughtered, at the moment even the Queen's soldiers begun running away for their lives, 160 points of magicality was not something to joke about, even elven mages would find it had to survive it since they would need 80(x2 due to trait) magicality, meaning that it was a rather dreadful power, the worst however was the horrible nature of death as pieces of bodies were littering the floor, even those fast enough to not be locked by the spell would still have a layer of skill missing, the 500cm^3 was still to wide for them to escape and it was an instant cast thing thus even if they escape it one time, the second one might not be so lucky.
Christopher was going crazy however as more and more people begun to become red on his radar, he didn't care, they were enemies now, all of them had better die.
The queen had long come out to look at the spectacle and the little bloom was standing on the seet behind her open door. They didn't care about the enemy since they knew that their enemy's target was to abduct Bloom, no to kill her.
"Strong..."
That was all that Bloom could say with shining eyes as if she had seen a unicorn, her clothes long had been cleaned through magic and her hair and face made to look pretty by her mother.
"Rivalz, how would you fight against that?"
The queen asked the man in black whom was seated oposite to Bloom, he was the coachman whom had long ago brought them on the monster hunts.
Rivalz however had no way to answer as he saw people whom were as skilled as himself running away even using their stealth and still dying a few steps away from their prior location, he could only focus his sight at the rings on Christopher's hands, where dozens of magic rings shone a brilliant light that signaled death each time his hand moved, the problem was that he could not determine by his hands where the teleportation would occur, there was no visible tiredness in Christopher's figure and he was just walking around the carriage killing anyone and anything that would pose any danger to him, until the spell was finished.
Above the black robed mages fire begun to descend, this was the spell of rain of fire, it could be called weak in a way, since it was only a single layer of flames and it did only half of your total magic damage, both the mages and the imps looked at it falling towards them from the sky and then they begun to laugh as the flames did them no damage whatsoever, but their laughter was cut short as their heads begun disappearing leaving behind corpses.
There were three problems with those black robed mages, first of all those fucking crazies were not hostile towards him, but he was towards them, meaning that they could easily escape his scope and he could only target them visualy, second there were at least a dozen of them whom he had to burry alive because of their magic resistance, lastly they fought back, forcing him to dodge their attacks from time to time.
The most however problematic matter was that they were running away from him, while he didn't dare leave the carriage with the wounded behind.
When all around him there was no person other than the wounded, Christopher begun to heal Tris, since Tanna had already recovered due to being immortal, even her burned hair grew back as if it had never happened, something that Tris could only hope to happen as half of her head was devoid of any hair, making her look like a punk girl.
"Mistress don't cry, it's just hair"
Tanna told her earning a punch in the guts, but as she had a high physique he felt nothing, but even if she did get damage she would still not care about it, since she was practicaly immortal, against people of her own level at least, but generaly speaking unless someone tried to kill her with all he got she wouldn't die.
Of course you remember the choking insident, that was what would happen if they didn't do their job throughly.
Of course whom would even consider that she had such a world-defying mutated passive skill.
Tris' sadness however ended shortly after as an exhausted Christopher fell onto her lap.
He was nor sleeping, nor knocked out, he was simply exhausted, all his muscles were in pain, there was blood flowing from his shoulder and abdomen caused by debris from the fireball and although he had an hp regeneration ring, it was a farcry from the damage he received from his bleeding status.
Tris whom had the Inspect skill could see that his health was still decreasing, it was evident that without healing he would die.
Tris quickly took out a potion from her black stylish leather bag and begun to give it to him in dozes through her own mouth, like kissing.
His wounds were visibly better and the wooden debris begun to crawl out of his body, seriously without the toughness skill's evolution, called "Masochist", he would have already screamed from pain.
Toughness was the skill that gave pain resistance and resistance to pain, his evolutions however for some reason raised only the pain tolerance instead of the resistance.
After Tris made sure that Christopher's life was not in danger she kept him on her lap, not letting him to stand up, making Rosetti whom was sitting oposite to her rather jealous, although she herself wasn't sure why.
Her happy moment however didn't last much as well, as Vadima approached announcing.
"Her higness the queen wishes to hold negotiations, Her royal highness hopes that the hero and his companions could join her highness at the royal Carriage as we head towards the Dungeon pillar"
Of course having just lost their own means of transportation, the four of them reluctantly accepted the queen's offer, the interrior of her carriage was huge, you could say that it was even larger than you could see from outside, making even Christopher surprised for a second, he had afterall the ability to see through walls and stuff, but at the moment it was somewhat malfunctioning, since he could see the little sleeping girl's head protruding out of the carriage as if it was passing through the wall due to the special space compressing magic, of course Christopher was oblivious as to why he was seeing such strange stuff he even tried to touch the floating head, but his fingers passed right through it.
When he was invited inside his worldview changed once more, since what he saw was simply absurd.
He sat in the middle and then Tris and Rosetti sat inside him, well in inside his legs to be precise he however couldn't feel them at all as if they weren't even touching him.
In the end he chose to disregard the whole matter as he took out a different set of glasses, the ones for scanning.
He found out that the woman was the Queen Rosa Rosaria and the girl was called Bloom, It was rather strange since people in this world didn't seem to have surnames, thus making the whole Rosa Rosaria her name.
"I'm the new Queen of Nivava and I would be happy to hear your conditions on joining our kingdom and unless they concern the liberty and safety of other heroes We will do our best to meet them"
The queen said, acting like a benevolent monarch.
"Well for starters We would like a High nobility Title, a large territory here one the surface and a talented army"
The half-bald Tris said, she didn't really mean it, just checking the queen's integrity, after all she had the idea that the queen was bullshiting them.
"Not possible, but I could give you a large territory on the first to fifth floor, even the whole floor is not out of the question, as for an army, do you even have a use for one after slaughtering singlehandedly some of my talented warriors"
The queen said, stated her own bottomline in the matter.
Christopher was disinterested in the matter, he had no wish to join the kingdom in the first place he only came since he was asked to, but whether the queen could make him to somehow stay in the country that was another matter.
"You think that We are idiots, there's literaly no food down there, giving us a floor devoid of food and making us your subordinates, do you take us for idiots!"
Tris said, making Tanna whom heard there's no food in the dungeon pillar shuder in fear and looking with anger at the queen.
"Then what do you want me to do, give you my crown and go to govern the lower floors, be a little reasonable and why are you making the shots, I want to hear the hero's opinion"
The queen said.
"I have no opinion on the matter, Tris is the one making the shots"
Christopher said as he took out a spellbook with a few spatial magic spells. Of course they were a farcry from his own cheat power, but he had some interest in them, mainly because he wanted to create his own spell.
"Did you hear now, Queen, I'm in charge of our destination, if I say we stay, we stay, if I say we leave, we leave"
Tris said making Christopher a little nervous, in reality he didn't want to stay, but he needed some excuse to turn the cry for help down.
"Then how about this proposal, I will give you a village on the surface, which of course you can develop it into a city, I'm sure that with your ability you won't find it a loss, of course if that was all then of course you won't agree, but If I put a City on the first floor into the mix it would be a great gain anyway you see it, as for an army, the protectors of the city will be under your command, I can also throw that Lass Vadima and her battalion into the package"
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The queen said with a smile on her face, this was the final step back she could make and it was a rather good proposal, maybe for commoners, but whom was Tris, she was a multimillionaire, her capital could even rival the whole Nivava country in its now weakened economic state.
"I have a better Idea, I could easily sponsor a few nobles and we can become equal to them inside their Cities, what do you think?"
Tris stated making the Queen's face warp seemingly irritated, but she already knew that it was impossible to recruit a wealthy person by offering him spare change.
"Then how about I put you in line to the throne, we could make you little bloom's partner when she grows up a little bit"
The queen stated with a heavy heart.
"Are you asking him to die! Or are you so desperate that you don't know what you are saying!"
Tris begun to shout, waking up bloom whom was till then loud asleep.
"Mom, why is this commoner shouting in my carriage?"
Bloom asked with a rather cute and innocent voice, but her words were rather cruel and antipathetic.
"I've just thought of a better condition, how about we stay if your Daughter can defeat the Demon god on the 100th floor withing 10years, isn't she a legendary noble?"
Tris' words made the queen rather disatisfied but knowing Bloom well she could only sigh as she knew what was going to happen next.
"You're on commoner, I will defeat the demon king, but I want him to come with me!"
Bloom said pointing at Christopher, in her opinion he was strong so with him she would probably be safe.
"How dare you threat our master like a servant of yours!"
Tris said in a loud voice as she was simply disgusted at how badly educated the little girl was.
"Noisy commoner! Mother why don't anyone call me Master, it sounds so powerful, I wanna be a Master too, I don't wanna be Queen, Queens are weak"
Bloom begun throwing a tantrum not really understanding what she was talking about.
"Bloom, Masters only have a few people under them, Queens have hundreds and thousands"
The queen explained to little Bloom, but the little girl didn't seem to understand.
"But he's stronger than me, why isn't he a Queen?"
Little Blossom asked making everyone in the carriage want to laugh out loud, even Christopher, whom she had just called a Queen.
"Bloom, only girls can become Queens, boys become Kings and you should think a little before speaking, he is a hero, you know one of the heroes the Great Archmage summoned whom left the country before your mommy became Queen"
She said, but each explaination only seemed to birth new questions to the little girl's mind.
"Little princess should go to sleep, when you become bigger you will naturaly understand everything"
Christopher said as he searched for a book in his package for the sleep spell.
"But I don't want to to sleep and why is everyone around me thinking I'm stupid"
Bloom said angry as she puffed her cheeks in a rather cute way.
"Then what does five plus six do?"
Christopher asked her.
"Eleven dummy, see I'm smart and you are stupid"
The little girl said after having proven her supperiority.
"Then what does five minus six do?"
Christopher asked with some interest, the queen was silent as she was rather perplexed as well.
"You cannot subtract six from five, it's common sense"
The little girl said and both and queen and even Tris awaited for Christopher's answer.
"In our world we have a thing called negative numbers, for example let's take it that I ask you for six apples and you only have five, then you will owe me one apple, thus making it a negative One"
Christopher said with a smile.
"I don't owe you an apple, If I cannot give you an apple I won't give you an apple, in the first place I don't remember owing you any apples, mom do we owe this commoner apples?"
Bloom begun to look at her mother and then at Christopher with a cute wondering expression.
"Negative numbers, well it's mostly useless in practical matters since we can simply subtract the large number from the smaller to find how much you owe someone instead of doing the oposite"
The queen answered what they did and it was logical after all negative numbers were mostly useful in physics, chemistry and advanced mathematics that are mostly useless to a medieval world.
"But what about the apple?"
Bloom asked, not really caring about what they were talking about, she wouldn't strain her brain to try and understand what they were talking about.
"You see Bloom things are not always as they seem on the surface, for example is your mommy good or bad?"
Christopher asked.
"Mommy is the best and strongest Queen"
Little Bloom putting a smile on the queen's face.
"For you she is good, but for me she's bad, so is she good or bad?"
Christopher asked the little princess, while smiling, he really wanted to see if the little girl would ask something stupid again.
"Mom why does this commoner calls you a bad person?"
Bloom asked her mother, not really understanding the underlying meaning.
"Of course I will be the best, what he's asking is if I'm good towards other people other than little bloom"
The queen said.
"Mom, I'm sleepy, I think that I'll go back to sleep"
Education, the perfect way to make children sleep, works perfectly even in other worlds.
Of course Bloom wasn't the only one whom went to sleep, Tanna was also sleeping while dreaming of yummy apples.
While the carriage was moving and a debade was going on inside, from the now deathly battlefield ground hands begun to emerge like zombies digging out of the ground.
They however were not undead, they were those black robed mages whom had attacked the two armies, more precicely the ones he couldn't instakill with his teleportation and had them burried, they somehow made their way out from the dirt and were not breathing fresh air once more.
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At that time in Ecclesia the four heroes had finaly ended their apprenticehood and each took their own paths.
Michael had become a Templar, a protector of the holy temple.
Chris "Pope", had become a priest of the holy order and given the title of "Holy Lover" due to his affair with his guardian angel, which caused quite a scandal.
Theodor and Stella joined together the Inquisition, the police force of the holy Order.
Michael was short in height, but non the less a warrior, his guardian angel was handsome and although it lacked in a specific area it had the looks of a pefect male.
In the past months Michael was married to a priestess and they were given a temple village to manage, his wife took care of the Internal affairs while he and three other templars went on monster subjugations, gaining lots of levels as a result.
Of course that only happened recently thus his level was only 22.
Unlike the Nivava heroes whom were thrown into the pot early on, Michael was trained in fighting with a mace and shield, how to use his dodge roll and quick attack efficiently, how to coordinate with his guardian angel whom was using no weapon, but could shine holy light upon his foes or heal people.
The angel's starting stats at level 2 were surprisingly double his own.
(the angel has the same level as it's summoner, but double his stats)
Meaning that whatever he added the angel would get double the benefits, like gaining 2stat points instead of 1 with each level up.
Of course since he was only level 2 when he first summoned it, it's stats weren't so high, but now that he had reached level 22, it's stats were starting to become somewhat tolerable.
Other than of course its lack of a weapon, but that could easily be remedied by loaning it his own weapon, the indestructible mace.
The mace once held by the Angel would shine a pure light and it's dark iron color would turn a bright white metalic luster.
Michael's village was a surface village and he was rather happy with his pretty wife, little baby and three templars with whom fought to protect the village against monsters.
It might sound that four people are too few, but each of them had a guardian angel by their side to guard their back.
Michael was a rather jolly fellow, he liked to joke, chat and if you disregard his somewhat low tolerance for accepting shit from others, then he was a fine fellow.
The Order of Ecclesis had no further requirements of him, he was free to do as he liked, if he wanted to he could even leave the order at any time, of course doing so would make his titles dissapear and he wouldn't be able to join the Order ever again.
Michael's greatest however aspect were the two blessing skills he was given, Blessing of Might and Blessing of Respite.
Blessings were not exactly enchantments and they could be stacked, of course they weren't like cheat powers, he could only use a blessing once per day, but they said that people of faith could use them for more times, while at higher evolution they turned into pernament auras.
Might blessing raised his strength for a whole 24hours, while Respite raised his stamina regeneration for 24hours, only problem being that as a warrior his mentality(faith) stat was too small, giving him only 0,3points in his physique(strength) and later a meager 0,7 as he now had 7points in mentality. Of course that was because he hasn't evolved it yet, he was more interested in evolving Quick attack and Dodge roll into Double attack and evasive manouver.
Double attack
Allows you to attack twice in the time it would take you to attack once. A rather good skill, since his attack time rose as he trained and depending to the weapon he used.
Evasive manouver
Allows you to better manouver when running or rushing towards enemies.
Of course the second skill was trash, the dodge roll had changed into a passive skill, due to his bad habit of not using it at all when fighting.
Michael with his 22 of level of course could not defeat monsters alone, but had a rather good coordination with his guardian angel whom earned him experience. They didn't share experience, all experience went to Michael and when he leveled up the angel leveled up with him.
Right about now Michael lay in bed, next to him his wife Ysova, the name wasn't much to his liking, but her pair of soft breasts and bottocks were enough for him. As for faces, he could find no ugly Ecclecian, they say that when they are young they blessed with beauty and prosperity.
Michael played with her blonde hair, as she was still sleeping, he then begun sliding his hand down to her bottocks, ending gropping the soft babylike skin of hers.
"Eeek, Can't you wake me up a little more tenderly, maybe with a kiss or something"
She complained, but a few seconds latter she was greeted with a finger trying to reach into her butthole.
It was a funny fact but due to the use of the Clean spell, the people of this world whom didn't have to use their normal organs in order to excrete wastes had three major traits.
First of all their butthole was so tight that you could barely even find its existence, for males their penis was that of a dwarf, sorry dwarves had regular penises since they didn't use magic as much, lastly the female's veginas were tight, almost impossible to open. Of course this was only so for Nivava's and Runia's nobility.
While the Whole of Ecclesia was like that, since there was the strange Blessing of Cleansing, which every self-respecting priest would learn.
Ysova could only moan and complain as his little finger tried to find its way inside her.
"Mmn, Can't you leave it for later, why are you even doing this, since you don't want a child yet"
She asked while moaning some more, her tone somewhat irritated.
"Because I like to tease you"
He said as he turned her around to see her beautiful face, her pair of beautiful golden eyes and cherry coloured lips.
The young woman called Ysova smiled after seeing his happy face and they kissed like a couple they were.
After a quick game of teasing his wife, Michael went outside and begun his morning practice, he had long abjusted to local customs and was now no different than a person from that world, his guardian angel worked as his training practice, of course he couldn't even touch it with its supperior speed, it's like those videogames where every attack you do against a supperior foe ends as a "Miss".
Michael just smiled as he asked for a servant to clean him up. Of course he and his wife as well as the other four templars and four inquisitors lived in the temple, a grand construction that could easily rival a private estate as it had a nice garden, a swimming pool and other things, of course it was free to the public and each villager whom wanted to have a rest could enter the Temple.
Truth was that their training always had a small crowd of children whom smiled and laughed as they looked at Michael's practice, some would even try to train in using a mace like him, of course Michael loved to play with the children and give them advice in stuff that he had learned in his two months of training, until Ysova arrived and dragged the children for lessons.
At around 12 o'clock it was time for the holy daily ritual, where all the villagers arrived at the Temple and the blessing of God was bestowed upon them by the Priestess.
After the blessing Michael would gather with Rux, Mollet and Neathan.
"Why are you always late?"
Neathan asked irritated, Neathan like the other two was a human Ecclesian, truth was that although Ecclesia had lots of different races mariages across races were rarely authorized due to what they called "purity".
Of course they didn't go around calling mixbloods as unpure, but they didn't let them rise to highly in their hierarchy and ranks, meaning that you will only encounter them at the posts of temple servants and other lower posts.
Discriminating against them however in public was punishable by law, of course the punishment varied depending on the Inquisitors of the village, but 1-2 stikes of the whip was the smallest punishment it would earn you.
Of course not all people were equal, in certain villages the Inquisitors played the role of gods, in others the templars held the helm, while in the most usual ones the priest would be the voice of god.
In truth if they didn't have a holy champion in their midst, Neathan would have probably been the lord of this village.
Neathan was young and handsome, and most importantly he was born in that same village, to him this was where his parents lived and fighting the surrounding monsters it was similar to protecting his parents and relatives.
Unfortunately Neathan was really arrogant and selfish, well he was one of the youngest and strongest templars, so in a way he had some right to be proud of himself, but he didn't get too well with having supperiors over his head, thus he was sent to his village to serve instead of a some flourishing town or city.
"Shut it, Rux came first of all but you don't hear her complaining"
Mollet a bear of a man said, of course he was shaved nicely and looked like a knight in shiny armor, but he was simply large, it was funny how he was weaker than the youngster Neathan.
Mollet shared the same blond hair and golden eyes, but he was like the elder of their group since he was the oldest there, of coure he wasn't older than 40, meaning that he was simply middle-aged, not an elderly yet and would in ten or more years retire.
He served in the village because his wife was from there, thus he protected her and her parents since his own had died of old age.
"I didn't say I didn't mind it"
Rux said seammingly irritated.
Rux could be called as Neathan's fan girl, she was of course pretty like most Ecclesian girls, but her way of showing her determination to help Neathan was simply irritating at times.
Neathan of course didn't give her any hope as he completely disregarded her, seemingly he had already some woman in his mind from back in their training days, but wouldn't reveal her name to Rux making her crazy.
Rux was a rather disturbed individual, other than her obsession with Neathan, she was also rather shameless in a way as she would wear light armor that highlighted her curves and would even try to cling on him after every battle.
Every afternoon the four of them would go on patrol and would return late into the night.
Today was just one of those usual patrols, Michael was rather disfunctional when it came to timing, since there were no watches and everyone determined time through the only Clock in the Village, a large sculpture in front of the temple, any by the movements of the shadows they understood what time it was.
In general the timing was rather lax, even holy daily ritual wasn't exactly done at 12 per say, and people could come later to acquire the blessings in person, if they couldn't come at the right time, the priestess after all would stay in the temple for the whole day, meditating and praying or doing other more mundane stuff.
Their patrol didn't take long to encounter an imp, a demonic creature that plagued the lands of Ecclesia, imps were the weakest of demonkin and could be called equals to the feral goblins in a way, zero intelligence and completely brainless.
Their only advantage were their numbers and this time they had encountered a large group of them, there should be at least a hundred of them.
"Lets secure a safe parameter and begin to retreat backwards"
Mollet said as he had his angel bashing the imps at a distance while he retreated while shooting holy bolts at the Imps.
Neathan didn't even use his own angel as he took the frontlines and mowed down the imps as if they were gras with his longsword, with Rux right at his tail.
Michael could only try his best as his angel knocked the imps back with the indestructible mace, while Michael shot at them with a crossbow he used to carry on his back, one of the few weapons that don't depend on the user's physique to apply damage.
Neathan was rather angry when he was forced by the imps to retreat into the safe perimeter, it was only at the moment that he was completely surrounded and even Rux and his angel were unable to follow up with him that he decided to retreat, gaining not a few injuries in the process.
Rux too was in a grave state as she gasped for air when she retreated even before him, she understood that she could not replicate his feats of bravery and idiocity at the same time, of course for her it was only bravery in her mind.
"Neathan you piece of shit, are you still alive, or did you turn into a hellspawn's shit already?"
Mollet said, seeing Neathan's red from blood uniform and face due to the cuts and bleeding.
As templars their angel's healing was their only remedy, but as warriors, their angels' heal was rather shity to begin with, thus they mostly used the holy light to make the imps stunned for a few seconds as they attack them.
"Fuck you Mollet, as If I need your help to defeat them, if there were four like myself we would have already won this!"
Neathan shouted, complaining about Michael whom was so low level that all he could do was shoot bolts from a safe distance.
It a matter of minutes before the last imp fell dead to the ground and its body begun to turn etherial and disappear, leaving behind a small black colored rock called a demon core or demon ore.
They begun to gather the stones and then went on with the patrol as if nothing had happened, of course Neathan's bloody appearance and Rux's torn uniform still reflected the heated battle they had, but both Michael and Mollet were completely unharmed.
Returning back they were healed by Ysova and had her purify the demonic cores. This after all was the only duty of the priest other than of course the daily blessing, everything else was secondary.
This was one of Michael's day which led to him leveling up once more and reaching level 23.