Chapter 183: The Divine Aegis
The burning quarterdeck of the holy dreadnought groaned under my heavy brass boots.
The Level 82 Grand Inquisitor stumbled backward. He clutched his glowing golden sword with trembling hands. He was ten levels higher than me. But I was not afraid. Fear had left me long ago.
He possessed centuries of refined holy magic and absolute religious indoctrination. But as he looked at my massive green frame wreathed in the pitch black Flame of Death his fanaticism completely cracked. He was terrified.
"You are a blight upon the world!" the Inquisitor screamed. His voice cracked with sheer desperation. "I am the hand of the Pope! I will erase you from the physical plane!"
The Inquisitor raised his golden sword high into the freezing ocean air. He tapped into his absolute core capacity. He initiated a devastating high tier holy spell designed to vaporize entire cities.
