Chapter 179: The Church in the Village
A Forest in the Dark
Many animals were running away, scattering in all directions.
Pega sat on the back of a Torem horse, red in color, expressing amusement.
Many demonic beasts were charging at high speed. Whoosh!
Pega turned to look at the demon's direction.
A demon half wolf, half bone, was chasing Peega.
It was the size of a tiger, with red eyes and blood flowing from its mouth. Its body was grayish with a slight greenish tinge.
The back half was made of bone, hence the name "Half Bone". Because half its body was bone, it was called "Half Bone".
Pega hugged the seraph in his arms.
Pega hurriedly stared at the half bone demon chasing him. Whoosh!
The half bone, the one in the head, was running towards the Torem horse.
The Torem horse swung its hind legs and swung forward, a skull-swinging attack from its left foot.
The half-bone leaped back. Whoosh! Thud!
The half-bone dodged the attack.
The half-bone lunged forward and bit the horse. Whoosh!
The horse swung its other foot, striking it squarely in the head.
BOOM!
The half-bone shattered, its red entrails shattering. The horse swung its foot.
It pierced its brain.
The horse swung its right foot, covered in the blood of the half-bone.
A hot sound like a dog being smothered in hot water. "Eek!"
The c bone lunged forward and stopped in front of the horse swung its sharp teeth, revealing its leaping bite. Pew!
The horse swung into the sky, leaping over the half-bone. Whoosh!
The half-bone missed its attack. His eyes followed the horse swung its foot, striking it square in the head. BOOM!
The horse swung its foot and struck the half-bone. The sound of bone and blood resounded. With a screech of half-bones,
Bang!
The horse-horse floated down and landed on the grass. Boom!
The horse-horse began to run away at breakneck speed. Thud, thud, thud, thud.
The sound of numerous footsteps continued to chase the horse-horse. The number of the pursuing demons was enormous.
Pega saw the number of demons, and Pegasus resigned herself to the fact that, "No, I shouldn't have run like this. No, I should say the horse had to run. I'm sitting here. I pray that this horse doesn't kick me."
Pega felt regretful for doing such a shameful thing, but for some reason, she felt a slight joy.
Somewhere along the way, a young woman sat making medicine in a room shaped like a cave.
The surrounding area was filled with pink water, staining the floor of the cave. A potion was placed in the center of the cave, a red light burning.
The surroundings were illuminated by the light from the potion-making cauldron.
The young woman opened her eyes to look at the medicine in the pot, and she spun a large stick around.
The person who had done this was Mr. One.
Rindel, who was making potions in a cave, looked overjoyed.
Rindel took out a notebook with the word "potion" written on it.
Rindel spun his wand around, reading the recipe.
The potion was brown. Rindel was trying to make the amount of potion his sister needed.
"So, it's just that. High-level potion making requires high-level equipment. Ask that woman. She doesn't seem very sure. Originally, they didn't expect potion making from me, but from the practice of talent."
Rindel stared at the potion, the brown color starting to thicken.
As he focused on making the potion,
a person walked in. "Rindel, the teacher is calling. If you stay here any longer, the teacher will personally deal with you. Hurry out of the potion room before the teacher destroys your potion room."
Rindel nodded. "Yes, I'll be there in an hour. It won't be long." It's almost done.
"Hurry up and follow me." The woman behind Rindel called out.
Rindel pulled out a blue potion. It was extremely cold.
Rindel threw the blue potion into the fire under the cauldron.
As the potion went down, a cold The cauldron was frozen solid. In no time, the entire cauldron was completely covered in ice, and the fire beneath it was completely extinguished.
Rindel left the brewing room.
Somewhere in the village,
The sound of metal clashing was deafening.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
A boy with blond hair, Arthur, was holding a hammer. Surrounding him, several large men were hammering away at the sword.
A large, scorching hot cauldron was on fire.
Arthur, the youngest, heard the shouts of several large men forging swords.
Hammer one!
Hammer two!
Hammer three!
Hammer four!
Each shout was a swung hammer against the sword.
Arthur watched as the large men shouted with force as they swung their hammers.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
This place was the weapons workshop.
Arthur looked at the sound of the Holy Sword.
"Arthur, stop yelling. Everyone else is yelling. You just sit there and fight. What's the point? Hurry up and start!!"
Many eyes were telling me you're not going to work. Are you trying to take advantage of others' labor? Shouting in unison!!"
[Are you crazy? Why are you yelling so hard? I'm not that old. Look at my body. Are you trying to gain more strength from yelling or something?]
Arthur looked at his body. It was extremely thin and emaciated, holding a hammer in both hands.
"You idiot! This is just a form of training. Look at me. With just one swing of the sword, you can cut through enemies."
[Huh? What kind of training is this? Becoming a blacksmith. What kind of training is that?]
"You don't seem to understand the principles of my Holy Sword Technique, Excalibur."
[If I had known, I wouldn't have used you. I'd have gone to another school to learn. It's still possible to see the path. Now I've become a vagabond. Instead of entering the sect to train comfortably.]
"This brat, don't you know? The existence you hold is level eight. Level eight. Can you imagine level eight!?„
[Level eight, I can imagine. An existence above level seven, isn't that all!?]
"Your mind is so stupid. Many people covet me. Level eight is an existence capable of shaking up the entire continent. This is the danger of level eight. If you understand, shout it now!!„
[Wow, shocking, shocking. You're level seven now because you broke it in half, right?]
Arthur and the Holy Sword argued back and forth amidst the clashing of weapons.
Peng
Arthur squealed in frustration, his mouth wide open.
"Yaaaaaaah!!" The sound of hammer hitting sword. Peng!
In a village, surrounded by crumbling wooden houses, each one very old.
In the center of the village stands a church.
The villagers here aren't very wealthy; most are poor.
A young woman with blonde hair, dressed in black nun's robes, is smiling with a friendly smile, showing her goodwill to the people around her.
Mr. Tree, or Sis, is now standing in line, bread in her hand.
Many people are lined up, asking for bread to survive.
People in old, worn-out robes are lining up.
Many knights stand guard, and a beautiful nun offers bread to the villagers.
The nun begins handing out bread, one loaf at a time, for each person.