Aur casually wiped his hands clean of the bloodstains from all the soldiers.
The pile of debris suddenly began to move as the dignified middle-aged man emerged from it again; however, his condition was now miserable, with almost all his bones broken and his internal organs bleeding from the sheer impact of the punch.
"Can you survive my punch?" Aur looked a little surprised.
His gaze shifted to the holy armour the man was wearing, which seemed to emit endless radiance and power, making the mana in the surrounding stir.
"Interesting."
His eyes were full of interest as he examined the armour.
"Do you really want to make the church your enemy?" the middle-aged man spoke solemnly, staring at this burly man with long white hair and piercing crimson eyes that seemed to contain the endless flames of the abyss.
Aur casually shrugged. "No."
"Then—"
