’He’s disgustingly ugly.’ Isaac made a judgment that Ramael would have felt was unfair if he had heard it, but in some ways it was similar. It was his first time seeing a Molter, but frankly, Ramael was more suited to be a demon than Isaac. The pitch-black skin, close to ink color, had a luster similar to obsidian, and the skin was cracked and fissured in various places. And large and small wings protruded unevenly from the cracks. It was as if a bird with dozens of wings was trying to break out of the egg called the body. Isaac thought he knew why they were called ’Molters’. It was a surprisingly intuitive name. ’It’ll be trickier than I thought.’ Isaac had just swung his sword with the intention of definitely finishing off Ramael. A high-level swordsmanship similar to what he had used when fighting Dera Heman, ’Inversion (逆)’, literally rejected and cut down all divinity and soared upwards, but Ramael had evaded even that. But it was just tricky, and he didn’t feel a sense of crisis. It didn’t seem necessary to twist his body and fight as hard as he did when facing an Archangel. Isaac examined the state of the underground passage. Just before the light of the Lighthouse poured down, he used Hidden Rite to surround it like a wall, preventing the heat from escaping into the sewer. The underground square had been scorched by the heat of the Lighthouse, but at least he had been able to prevent the people who had escaped into the sewer from being swept away. Isaac himself had no problem at all. Paradoxically, the Codex of Light relic that he still had, the Luadin Key, seemed to have significantly reduced the light of the Lighthouse. Rather, the Luadin Key was burning brightly with unprecedented brilliance. Ramael, realizing that Isaac was unharmed even after being directly hit by the light of the Lighthouse, didn’t know whether to fall into fear or anger. But he squeezed out his anger and shouted. "Do you think you’ll be safe even after harming the soldiers of light, demon!" Isaac looked at him with an absurd expression. "No, you’re the one who created this mess? I was going to let you live?" "Where do you dare to tell such lies! Do you think lies will work in front of the clear heaven that distinguishes all black and white!" Crack, crack crack, Ramael activated the Lighthouse of the Watcher with a sound as if it were cracking. Light that silenced all heretical faiths and drove out the false and impious. In the area where that light touched, Ramael could not only distinguish between truth and falsehood but also perform unilateral miracles. And Ramael realized that Isaac’s words were true. "Did you confirm it?" He hadn’t performed a miracle to hide the truth in the first place. It wasn’t important either. Ramael immediately summoned and swung a scorching fire sword at Isaac. The fire sword grew to dozens of meters in length in an instant and covered Isaac. The moment the Lighthouse of the Watcher was activated, this place was the heaven of the Codex of Light. There were no restrictions on Ramael performing miracles. Quadruple Deuk! The heat that scorched and burned the walls rose hotly. But the next moment, Ramael felt a strong force grabbing his neck and a sharp pain. Gudeuk, Quaddeudeuk! A terrifying sound of flesh tearing was heard from his neck. His flesh became tattered, and all the strength of his body below his neck drained away. Only then could Ramael see the being who had ambushed him from behind and bit his neck. "I really wanted to taste your flesh, Ramael." The Saint Under the Ground, Zihilrat, had ambushed him from behind. Zihilrat inflicted a fatal wound on Ramael in an instant, but he didn’t stop there and used all his hands and feet to stab knives all over his body. Zihilrat couldn’t last long in the state where the Lightouse of the Watcher was activated. Heart, lungs, liver, brain, cervical vertebrae, he thrust his nails and daggers into any threatening and fatal area without fail. Even so, Zihilrat didn’t let his guard down. If he died this easily, Zihilrat would have killed Ramael a long time ago. The whole world was now the land of immortality. Especially priests, their regeneration speed was outstanding. What Zihilrat chose was to eliminate the areas that would regenerate. At the moment when Ramael became so tattered that he was close to being shattered, Zihilrat tried to embrace all the rats hidden in his body and devour his body completely. Wheegeok. But the moment Zihilrat tried to swallow Ramael’s head whole, the pupils of that head twitched and moved. The lips hidden behind the wings rustled and made a sound. "I believe that the will of heaven matches the will of the earth." Quadudeudeuk! Ramael’s entire body began to burn. Zihilrat was instantly engulfed in flames and fell to the ground. Thud, thutuk. The rats that had become ashes were also scattered and fell in all directions. Zihilrat roared savagely and shook off the flames, but Ramael was only staring at him with arrogant eyes in the midst of the burning flames. Zihilrat’s attempt was as meaningless as stabbing the flames. In a very short moment, for that short moment, Ramael had been close to death, but his body, including the legs that Isaac had cut off, had already been perfectly restored. Even with the power of murder that the Issacrea Dawn Prayer Meeting had, it wasn’t easy to harm a Molter, especially in the Lightouse of the Watcher. "I didn’t know you were hiding a more hideous appearance under the skin." Ramael said mockingly, looking at Zihilrat, who had become nothing more than a tentacle-filled beast, his tattered human skin peeled off. "A fitting form for you. Beast." Zihilrat growled as if he would charge again at any moment, but someone gently pressed down on his neck. "That’s enough. Zihilrat. Recover your body for now." Zihilrat made a regretful sound, but instead of resisting, he silently hid his body in the darkness. He had failed in the assassination, so there was no way he would have a chance of winning in a direct confrontation. And Zihilrat didn’t care about who was paying back the grudge. The moment his master stood before the enemy, it was already destined that the enemy’s blood would fill the floor. Ramael, who had pressed down on Zihilrat, looked down at Isaac with arrogant eyes. He wanted to burn Isaac along with Zihilrat by illuminating the Lightouse of the Watcher even more brightly. But Ramael felt a headache as if his head was breaking. Unknown, no, countless twisted information that he didn’t want to know was invading his senses. Ramael realized that Isaac was also using the Lighthouse of the Watcher. Instead of being horrified or surprised by that impiety, he gnashed his teeth, tore at his own head, and glared at Isaac. Surprisingly, the Lighthouse of the Watcher that Isaac had activated was no longer able to invade Ramael’s territory. ’If you’re a Molter, is this what you’re capable of? Impressive.’ Isaac admired, feeling as if he were measuring combat power. The Scorched Ones would have their bodies twisted or become compressed balls if Isaac countered with the Lighthouse of the Watcher. But Ramael was actually ’resisting’. It seemed like resistance was all he could do, but this fact meant a lot. Crack, crack crack, crack crack crack! Ramael screamed and emitted an even stronger brilliance. The cracks spread even wider over the spot where he had torn his hair, and wings were emerging through the gaps. At the same time, the Lighthouse of the Watcher also emitted a stronger light. It was as if he was shedding his skin on his own through adversity and being reborn as a stronger being. ’Are Ascendants those who have completely shed that skin? It’ll probably be a similar form to the Lighthouse Keeper.’ Isaac turned off the Lighthouse of the Watcher for now. Then, the Lighthouse of the Watcher that Ramael had activated filled the market with light and took control. Ramael, thinking that he had won, smiled broadly between his wing-covered face and glared at Isaac. "Did you try to invade my parish with only this much power, demon!" He snarled fiercely and drew his fire sword. Ramael, with flames wrapped around his body and several wings fluttering between his pitch-black, glassy skin, was a sight that was so bizarre that it could be called an angel. Ramael also slowly fluttered his wings as if admiring his own majesty. "God never gives a trial that cannot be overcome. Demon! I will hang your head on the spire and use it as a lighthouse for the true Millennium Kingdom!" Ramael prepared to raise his fire sword and strike Isaac. "Disappear, becoming an obstacle to my trial!" Ramael shouted and charged at Isaac. However, just before he swung his fire sword, Isaac’s face, which he met, had an expression that was somehow pitiful. Isaac raised his sword much later than Ramael. But it soared faster than the fire sword. Darkness swallowed the light of heaven. The reason Isaac had withdrawn the Lightouse of the Watcher was because he had confirmed everything he needed to confirm, and it wasn’t exactly because he had succumbed to Ramael or because he lacked power. The Codex of Light heaven that he had summoned wasn’t very threatening either. In the first place, Ramael was more threatening when he was shooting beams from afar instead of swinging his fire sword and charging. What was he thinking, a priest, acting like a Paladin and charging at a Swordmaster, who was a great warrior of Elil? ’But the result wouldn’t have been different.’ Isaac used Kaldwin, infused with sword energy, and swung it upwards at Ramael, who was charging towards him. It had been a long time since he had infused his sword with sword energy. The pitch-black sword energy stuck to everything from the ground to the sky like thick ink. The sword energy bit at everything that looked ferocious as if it were hungry. The moment it collided with the fire sword, Isaac didn’t feel even a hint of resistance. Everything that was in that thin space, from the moment Kaldwin moved to the moment it stopped, disappeared as if it had been deleted. Isaac looked at Ramael standing in front of him. Ramael was looking around as if trying to find his fire sword that had disappeared in vain, but not only the fire sword but even the Lighthouse of the Watcher had disappeared like a light bulb had been turned off. The area was still the heaven of the Codex of Light, but Ramael’s body no longer shone. Ramael squirmed as if he was going to say something to Isaac, then collapsed. Ramael’s body was already in two pieces. It only looked like it was sticking together because tentacles were desperately trying to reattach his body. But the attempt seemed meaningless and futile, and as a result, Ramael was repeating regeneration and division in a very misaligned and twisted form. "When will you revive?" Isaac asked, looking down at him. Isaac thought he knew what Ramael was going to say. That a wound was nothing. That he could regenerate quickly. Because it was a shallower wound than when he was attacked by Zihilrat. Isaac was also waiting for his resurrection. "Revive again. I’m going to check how long it takes to revive and how to kill you to make it even slower." Isaac finally captured the emotion he had been expecting in Ramael’s eyes. Terror. He rolled his eyes and muttered something. He couldn’t hear the voice, but he could roughly tell from the shape of his mouth. ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ novel{f}ire.net I believe that the will of heaven matches the will of the earth... Then his lips stopped. Isaac waited for a while, but Ramael’s gaze was fixed on a distant place and didn’t move. Isaac looked down in embarrassment. A strange silence hung in the market. It was clear that the Issacrea Dawn Prayer Meeting could present death, but they had said it was a ’temporary’ death, and that if they brought his body to the Codex of Light territory, he would revive again. Even the remnants of the heaven that Ramael had left were still present here. But Ramael didn’t revive. At that time, Zihilrat, who had crawled out, examined Ramael’s condition. And he said something so obvious. "He’s dead. There’s no sign of revival." There was no restoration of the tentacles, no revival of the flames, and no wings of light flowing out. There was only a corpse that would soon rot. Isaac felt the moment of killing extremely strange, even though he had repeated it countless times. And he realized what he had done. Isaac’s sword energy presents a true death, not a temporary one. Death without revival.