Bro, I'm not an Undead!

To realise that a Paladin Champion was in their midst brought them relief.

Paladin Champions were meant to be just that. The last resort of the Purity. The Peak fighting forces of the organisation.

Of the 12 Paladin Champions, Elita was ranked 10th. She was quite strong but was ultimately nothing compared to the higher ranked Paladin Champions.

Their dispatching was usually done to protect important personages of the Purity, though for a mere Grand Priest, the strongest Champions wouldn’t be sent out.

The Champions were unique because of the fact that all of them had advanced classes.

Such classes were rare in Aigas as they not only depended on hard work, but also luck. At the moment within the entire city of Eofel, Elita was the only one with an advanced class.

On top of this, she had a divine blessing from one of the Deities which integrated with all her skills and techniques. This was also a prerequisite for someone to become a Paladin Champion.

As the dark-skinned beauty stood out like a torch in the dark, she took a step forward, the boundless golden light she produced eagerly storming outwards like a harsh wind!

Skullius gaped in awe.

The various men and women who had been carrying the word of Undeath rushed towards Elita, leaving behind those that they had been harassing!_.

They came in their thousands while chanting the same thing over and over again, reaching within a few meters of Elita in a flash!

Unfortunately…

As the golden light bathed them, the impure essence that caused them to become preaching corpses was overpowered and eradicated, along with their tainted flesh!

Skullius watched as the crowds turned to dust under the raging brilliance that continuously jutted out of Elita!

The words they yelled didn’t reach him at all like how they pressed against everyone’s bodies regardless of how strong they were.

For him, he never felt a thing and the same was the case for the Paladin Champion.

Elita continued to stroll around as the people rushing towards her were disintegrated.

When her light reached an injured Knight, it would encase them wholly and heal their wounds instantly with tangling wisps of greenish gold!

Even those that had their limbs lopped off watched as the greenish golden light reattached them seamlessly!

The Knights joyfully stood and grabbed their swords.

Whether they were Capital Knights or Purity Knights, they couldn’t help but view this woman before them in a vastly more favourable light.

Once the area within a 200 meter radius was cleared, Elita turned into bright streak that darted in a zigzagging fashion as it went towards the different areas where these undeath ministers were clustered, killing those who hadn’t been turned!

The civilians could only run a few steps before they were caught and transformed by the message!

The scrambling that occurred as violence of unimaginable proportions pervaded was hard to look at.

The golden image of Elita appeared within another area where this was happening and her light smothered every single aspect of the place, turning the undeath messengers into dust while saving and healing those that still held their lives!

Those that had been about to be trampled under the crusade cried in relief as they saw that they hadn’t been sent to the afterlife yet they couldn’t find their saviour as she had already flitted to another location!

‘Whatever it is seems to be travelling through the air. Like a mix of sound and a disgusting yet complex energy. Is that why they keep chanting? To continuously spread it?’ Elita analysed.

As she moved, reaching another location in moments, the culmination of her blessing and mana being what saved the masses, Elita saw a figure who stood firm, barely affected by her light!

It was a Knight with the same characteristics as the undeath messengers. He held his sword, his mouth constantly chanting while his body got into a charging stance.

Elita felt his white core which was surrounded by a red halo churn out mana in large portions as he deftly shot towards her and swung his sword murderously!

Elita didn’t bother countering with her own as it wasn’t necessary but she did note that this Knight was way stronger than the ones she had seen who had been turned.

The raw force of his swing made the air tremble in a way that wasn’t befitting of a white core Knight!

It exceeded that level quite a bit!

The Paladin Champion swiped her hand, meeting the sword attack without much of a concern.

The sword shattered like glass upon clashing with Elita’s hand and the woman grabbed the Knights arm, applying a tremendous force that forced him to kneel!

She scrutinised his body, running her mana over it only to discover a gash behind his neck where a red flame was acting as the link from the brain to the spine!

‘Such cruelty. This gathering of murderers must be found. I should report to the Purity about this,’ she thought before disintegrating the Knight.

Within a minute, a vast portion of the city was cleared of the undeath messengers, Elita returning to Skullius as she grabbed him by the neck and shot forward to other areas where the Knights hadn’t reached.

Skullius once again sulked as he was dragged around. This time, he heard Elita speak, trying to gain some Intel from him.

“With what you’ve seen so far, is there anything that you can tell me about this whole situation? Anything that could lead us to the culprit or something?”

‘Huh?’

Skullius sighed in resignation. This woman was grossly mistaken about his circumstances.

However, as someone who had ‘dealt with’ Undeath before, he could give her some details.

“You really overestimate my knowledge. I barely know much but I also haven’t seen this kind of undeath before, br-…” Skullius said, holding his tongue at the end.

The Discount Human couldn’t help but wonder if Eobald also had some crazy undeath ability like this. Perhaps he would have used it on him if he wasn’t so fleshed up back then.

Elita’s sigh could be heard even as they moved at rapid speeds.

Once more, she stopped and set Skullius on the ground, the fake faced figure stumbling down.

Elita’s light bathed the area, eradicating all the undeath messengers.

Unfortunately, there didn’t seem to be any survivors in the vast distance which made Elita’s heart sink. The bodies of a few Knights who had been stationed here to control the madness that had spawned from the ballad of Erlton the Reader could be seen, decked in armour but their bodies oozing of blood.

Tragic.

Just how quick was this thing in its spread?

Her response even though unbelievably fast was still too late.

She turned to Skullius and flicked her fingers.

A ring fell beside the Discount Human and he was shocked to find that it was his spatial ring!

“Why…?” he asked as he looked up at Elita.

“I took it after coming to the Capital Knight building. With all the commotion about the mysterious thing that had appeared, I figured it would be safe with me. I would have destroyed it along with you if you proved to be guilty. Or perhaps you’d open it for me if we actually had a normal interrogation. Peering into spatial storages tactlessly destroys them anyway. Even common ones like yours. I assume you also don’t know that, your Ignorance?” said Elita half-teasingly.

Skullius couldn’t find the words to reply.

“I do not trust you nor is this is gesture to help you. But if you have anything that can help yourself to stay alive in there, you might as well take it out. I have assessed that you aren’t a member of either groups I suspected but I have a feeling that you can help me in some way. At the end, perhaps I’ll allow you get a less harsh sentence.”

“I see…” Skullius voiced. This was the best he could get so it seemed.

He inserted his mana into the ring and found that everything was in place including Red Rage who was sulking. “I guess I could help…”

Elita nodded and was about to scour the area when…

“MEdDLeR…!” a crooked voice that carried with it a shocking amount of undeath energy blasted against her and Skullius!

She felt something in her get stirred which terrified her!

Skullius on the other trembled from the deathly presence he felt. It was thick!

It was almost viscous!

“FoUL… MEdDLeR! BEGONE!” the crooked voice echoed loudly once more as a large figure that oozed of death and reeked of truth charged against the two!