Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Countless golden swords fell from the sky, piercing through Duke Gamos's body like a cage. The swords, dragging chains behind them, penetrated the ground along with their hilts, nearly toppling the Duke's massive form.
The spiritual power, under those golden swords of law, melted away like snow.
Gamos was slightly astonished.
Even with his formidable body, the wounds inflicted by those golden swords seemed to lose some connection to spiritual power — no, not just spiritual power, but it felt as if some primal sin entwined around him was being directly excised by the power.
"An Inquisitor of the olden times, you can actually communicate with Becaliria's criminal covenant..."
Truly, astonishing.
Gamos roughly understood now; the woman before him had resolved to die and drag him to hell along with her.
So that's it. If she really had Becaliria's covenant, then she could indeed try to destroy him.
