Chapter 53: The Power of Dominion

Suddenly, a dark red ribbon pierced through the magician’s body, suspending him upside down in mid-air.

“Yes, that’s right, just like that, feel it, the awakened power.” The magician’s hoarse laughter echoed eerily within the cave.

Hissing, gasping breaths, like a beast with a blocked throat.

“Even power, as long as it exists, can be dominated by you.” The magician’s voice seemed to be guiding.

The flames on Fur’s body gradually extinguished, the mouth on his bloated belly slowly closed, the large stomach retracted, revealing strong abdominal muscles, the withered arms and the decayed flesh on his face were gradually replenished with new flesh and blood.

“Look, this is the power of dominion. With this power, what is a mere viscount? You will lift a new crown and become a new king.” At some point, the magician’s body had been pulled by the dark red ribbon to behind Fur.

Stab, a bone spine suddenly protruded from Fur’s back, piercing through the magician’s heart, which was already nearly exposed.

“Yes, my child, suck the last power I give you, this is magic, the power of miracles.” The magician’s voice sounded like a moan.

“You are a being with magic, you are death with netherfire, you are a demon with demonic energy, you are the dominator.” The magician’s voice gradually faded, his body was also sucked dry, leaving only a skin full of holes.

Fur’s body collapsed to the ground, and the cave fell into silence.

……

The Morning Star was about to set, and the expedition team arrived at the marked location.

“I have confirmed it, this guy is hiding in this cave.” Hod pointed at the already dug-open cave entrance.

“This is too dangerous, child.” Knight Wolf frowned.

“Just someone who doesn’t dare to expose himself under the Morning Star.” Hod’s voice carried hatred. “I only smelled the stench inside the cave, and heard painful hissing.”

“It seems your attack injured him.”

“No, impossible.” Knight Wolf’s expression became serious.

“Perhaps something happened inside.”

“But now, you and your companions go rest and prepare for battle.”

“Priest, it’s time to begin.” He looked at Corleon.

Corleon silently nodded.

The warriors were summoned and lined up in formation.

Except for the warriors who had been blessed once following Knight Wolf, the others were all somewhat curious.

Blessing, this kind of thing, some young people had heard the older warriors who had experienced war talk about it.

They spoke of it as a joke.

Corleon took a deep breath, opened the tube of holy water he had brought and placed it beside him, opened the bag at his waist containing the sacrament.

One hand opened the Holy Scriptures, the other placed on it.

“Merciful Lord, Lord of Hosts, now we tread upon dust, under the sky, as if walking in the palm of your hand.”

“We take your teachings as the scales of justice, and fight for the justice you have established.”

“Please hear your servant’s plea at this moment—we raise our swords not for our own glory; we wear armor to protect your justice.”

“This is a battle to protect the weak.”

“This is a battle to expel evil.”

“This is a battle for the glory of warriors.”

“Lord of Hosts, please make our right hands as steady as rocks, our left hands firmly gripping shields; our eyes as sharp as eagles, our minds as open as valleys.”

“Merciful Lord, if any among us falls on the battlefield, please let your servant guide his soul to your eternally blissful Heavenly Kingdom.”

As the voice fell, a golden flash passed through Corleon’s pupils.

It was just a moment, no one noticed.

Knight Wolf closed his eyes, concealing his surprise.

He felt as if a power was blessing his body, his mind became clearer.

This change was very subtle, only because he was a knight could he barely feel it.

Is this ‘Lord’ truly real?

Due to his age, Knight Wolf knew some knowledge that very few people knew.

For example, why it was traditional to receive a prayer before going into battle.

Opening his eyes, Corleon happened to be standing in front of him.

“Holy water will become your armor, protecting you from evil harm.”

As he spoke, Corleon dipped his hand in holy water and sprinkled it on Knight Wolf’s armor.

“The sacrament will strengthen your body, giving you the power to purify evil.”

As he spoke, Corleon brought the sacrament to Knight Wolf’s mouth.

Knight Wolf was somewhat silent, he was already over sixty years old…

But seeing Corleon staring straight at him, he still opened his mouth.

Corleon walked to the next person.

Time was tight, there was no time to engrave the Holy Emblem.

But with Corleon here, it was equivalent to the meaning of the Holy Emblem.

Knight Wolf savored it carefully, he felt this ‘sacrament’ was similar to white bread smeared with icing sugar.

Because of Knight Wolf, the three prospective knights, though somewhat dissatisfied, still opened their mouths to accept the sacrament.

The youngest among them was more than ten years older than Corleon.

As for the others, they rarely ate white bread smeared with icing sugar.

After everyone had been sprinkled with holy water and fed the sacrament, Corleon returned to the frontmost position.

One hand opened the Holy Scriptures at his chest, the other raised the cross.

“May the Lord be with you.”

As he spoke, a golden light shone brightly in his pupils, and the cross he raised emitted holy light, so dazzling that it even overshadowed the setting Morning Star.

……

Inside the cave, Fur slowly opened his eyes and propped himself up from the ground.

“This is…” He saw his own hands.

Normal, intact hands.

The hands he had when he encountered that damned magician.

“Hahaha, I’ve recovered.” He laughed, tears streaming from his eyes.

He tore off his tattered clothes, baring his entire body.

“Hahaha, it’s all good now, all recovered, Father, I’ve returned to my former self.” He laughed heartily.

“And also…”

The laughter stopped, a dark red ribbon appeared from his chest, spreading as if attached to his skin, covering his body.

“Ha!” Clenching his fists, the dark red on his body bulged, instantly transforming into a set of hard dark red armor.

“I now feel better than ever before.” Feeling the continuous surge of power within his body, Fur’s expression was intoxicated.

The old man in the dungeon watched coldly, releasing his hand that had been covering the girl’s eyes due to Fur’s nudity.

Fur’s figure suddenly disappeared, instantly appearing in front of the cage.

“Respected scholar, I, Fur Gutiérrez, sincerely invite you to become my advisor scholar.” Fur smiled, displaying noble elegance.

The old man remained silent, only covering Melia’s mouth more tightly.

“Of course, you can think it over, but I hope that after I conquer the army outside, you can give me an answer.” After speaking, Fur looked at the girl.

“As for this beautiful lady, I can marry you as my wife, our child will surely be the best.” After speaking, he looked back at the scholar.

“Respected scholar, I look forward to your reply.” After speaking, Fur’s figure disappeared from the cave.

The cave returned to silence.

After a moment, the old man looked at the empty torture rack and suddenly spoke.

“You’re not dead yet, Gerard.”

Gerard was the magician’s name.

“Of course, you old bastard Nyx.”

In the cave, the magician’s hoarse voice sounded.

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