A gray sphere half a man tall with an arm accidentally engulfed in it, Witcher was apathetic.
It could be felt that the arms that were caught inside were being drilled into by a mysterious force that was frantically attempting to assimilate.
But soon, the star core hosting the will of the Void Creature realized that it could not disintegrate the titanic body containing the mythic properties.
Eleazar then lets out a sneer.
Only to see him puff out his shoulders, his arms jerked up and fought to separate them to the sides, ripping the round, one-piece star core as frighteningly as dough.
The Holy Gun, whose face was originally still a bit panicked, froze on the spot.
Then it was seen again, as the same vicious star core rose violently, and like the maw of an unknown creature, swallowed Witcher in one gulp, covering the other's body surface with death-like flowing mercury.
In the end, only a humanoid figure wrapped in a silver membrane remained in the field.
The two are fighting each other to the death!
Garn approached with trepidation, raised his holy spear, but felt it was inappropriate, took out his holy crystal, but felt as if it was of no use, and finally had to hastily pull out his holy light canon, quickly flipping through the pages, trying to find any useful holy spells.
"Exorcism? Purification? Nope, nope! Something a little more brutal!"
Garn's brow furrowed as he skimmed the spell for a moment before looking up.
He was seen holding the holy crystal in one hand and pressing his brow with the other, white light emanating from his body as he released a very lame holy spell.
With a flash of light, a refracted pillar of light was cast out of thin air, enveloping the constantly struggling humanoid.
The holy flames then ignited on the mercury man with a dense burst of transcendentally active disintegration.
At the same time, a blinding red light slowly lit up inside the mercury film.
"Hey! Don't!!!"
Gahn was in a state of shock.
This wasn't that alien space, this was the interior of a dirigible tens of thousands of meters in the air, and it simply couldn't withstand a Dragonflame eruption.
But no matter how much Garn called out in desperation, the dragon's breath spewed out on its back like an open red light, splitting the airship into an open airplane on the spot.
The entire hull of the boat let out a wail as a gale of wind backed up, swirling untold amounts of debris.
Witcher also finally breaks free from that frenzied star core.
Garn yelled at him, "Are you okay!!!"
Eleazar, who had reappeared, blushed a little, but quickly collected himself and looked around.
"It's okay ...."
Seeing that his side was in such a position, he repeated it in a louder voice.
Gahn breathed a sigh of relief, then patted the parachute on his back in a gesture, and pointed up again.
Eleazar nods in understanding as well.
The hand of the Holy Lance then loosened, and Witcher gave up his resistance, and the two soared up with the gale.
They flew backward out of the rift in the airship along with the roiling debris.
The situation outside was beyond appalling.
A kilometer-long hulk of a man burst into flames, dragging rolling smoke down headfirst into the ground.
The two flattened their limbs and grabbed each other's arms as they glided through the air, one looking puzzled and the other filled with helplessness.
Gahn pulled first on the hand next to him, then gestured with his other hand toward the falling airship below, slowly clenching his fists.
Eleazar understood and took a deep breath after giving a gesture of understanding.
Gahn quickly broke free of the hand, covered his ears, and flew off to the side.
"Rumble--"
There was a loud clap like thunder, and the buildings of the city below seemed to shake with it. Then people saw that a spreading cloud slowly cleared the dark cloud-shrouded sky of fire, and bright sunlight was cast down from the deep red that rolled and rolled over and was accompanied by countless rains of fire falling. Below, in the church, the Bishop of the district, wearing a silver mask, looked up and saw the constant flickering of holy light in the sky.
"What daredevil is up there, making so much noise..."
Soon an acolyte came to report, "Bishop, it was seen, it was an airship that burst!"
...
...
Two figures like meteors fell from a high altitude to a farm on the outskirts of the city.
One crashed the mill's windmill and one trampled a cow.
The bleary-eyed Eleazar stood up and had just regained his sight when he saw a farmer with a pitchfork running angrily.
So he pulled out a golden bean with two teeth marks on it and threw it at the man with an angry face.
The farmer received the compensation with some dismay, first checked the color of the gold, and his attitude immediately underwent a 180° shift, and said with a smiling face:
"Gentlemen, would you like a hot bath?"
Eleazar waved his hand and stepped forward to help the acolyte up who was limp in the rubble ruins, then saw that he couldn't even stand up anymore, only to commandeer the farmer's wagon pulling thatch again.
"Come pick it up at the local church yourself tomorrow!"
"No problem, no problem!"
With that golden bean worth tens of thousands of dollars, the farmer was full of it.
Eleazar put the saint's gun, which had been badly injured in the fall, in the carport and then quickly drove to the local church.
With shocked faces, the acolytes rushed to carry their foaming-at-the-mouth colleagues inside to heal their wounds.
"Spine broken into three pieces, concussion, massive fractures, blood loss, skin appearance damage, I conservatively estimate that he lost control at around 5000 meters, even the protective holy light shattered in the fall..."
The Divine Shepherd diagnosed the injuries, absently healing the acolyte who had fallen to third-degree disability.
"About how long will it take him to wake up?"
"It'll be alive and well tomorrow."
The silver-masked bishop mused for a moment and walked out of the room and into the hallway outside.
The Witcher, the one who acted with the Holy Guns, sat on the bench.
"To make it simple..."
Eleazar gave a general account of the accident on the airship.
A whisper came from the silver mask, "A runaway star core is it..."
"Who's planning to construct a stargate again?"
Once the figure dragging the white robes had gone, Eleazar resumed playing with the three newly acquired holy crystals.
He then silently recalled the strange touch he had just felt when he was covered by the star's core.
The Cursed Armor lost contact at that time...
Then a night's rest in this church before the holy guns came out sickly the next day.
"I'm cursed!"
"It's okay, it's good that the mission is accomplished~"
Eleazar reassured.
"We'll have to be scolded by Her Highness the Holy Maiden when we get back later!"
"It's okay, I'll report in for you later."
"Really?"
"Well!"
Then back in Daron City, Eleazar walked into the office alone.
As expected, there was no kudos or praise, and the saintly woman sneered at him harshly and called in that coward outside.
Holy Guns didn't even dare to light his cigarette, hitching his head.
Witcher is still leaning against the wall with a disinterested look on his face, coolly clasping his hands.
Qishi's eyes flicked up to look at him with a smirk.
"There seems to be something in the sewer, check it out."
"You want me to drill a sewer?"
Eleazar's gaze narrowed, "Don't even think about it!"
"Oh?"
Qishi plays with an hourglass in his hand.