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Getting to the church hadn't been a stealth mission. Raynare had stationed roughly fifty of her brainwashed human priests and fanatical followers around the perimeter of the territory.
I actually felt kind of sorry for them. The moment I started swinging my golden Dwarven Sword, they fell like autumn leaves.
Even with the massive numerical advantage, not a single one of them had a Level higher than 15. The stray exorcist, Freed, had been ten times more of a handful than the entire mob combined.
When I finally kicked the heavy wooden doors open and stepped into the church, seeing Raynare standing there made all the tedious fighting worth it.
I had quickly pulled up her stats.
Name: Raynare
Race: Fallen Angel
Fame: Former Angel
Level: 28
HP: 380 | Mana: 500
STR: 12 | END: 36 | AGI: 42 | INT: 25 | WIS: 38 | LUK: 18
Now, staring at her completely immobilized body, I let out a slow breath. This fight had been dangerous.
Between Kalawarner, Mittelt, and now Raynare, I had learned two very important things about Fallen Angels.
First: if you were faster than them, you could shut them down.
Second: they were incredibly unimaginative.
Aside from throwing weapons made of light, they didn't seem to possess any actual spells.
Freed's unpredictability with his gun and holy sword had caused me far more trouble than Raynare's entire arsenal.
I had her pinned to the stone column. I thought it was over.
But I underestimated her desperation.
Without moving her arms, Raynare suddenly manifested a miniature spear of light directly from her chest and fired it forward.
Shhhk.
"Gah!" I hissed, stumbling back a step. The light spear grazed my right bicep, slicing a deep, burning trench through my sleeve and into my muscle.
I looked up. Raynare was glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred. She wanted to set me ablaze; she wanted to tear me apart slowly. With a violent, agonized scream, her massive black wings erupted from her back, flapping wildly as she desperately tried to leverage herself off the stone pillar.
She was trying to rip her own shoulders through the ice and steel just to get free.
"If you want to be set free so badly," I sneered, stepping forward and gripping her wrists, "you've got to put your back into it!"
I tightened my steel-gauntleted grip, crushing the bones in her hands, and violently yanked her forward.
The ice shattered. The golden sword remained buried in the stone.
Raynare fell to the floor in a broken heap. She had ripped herself free, but at a catastrophic cost. The flesh, muscle, and bone of both her shoulders had been completely shredded by the unyielding metal and jagged ice. Her arms hung completely uselessly at her sides, held together by nothing more than torn tendons and skin. Her black wings twitched weakly against the cold stone floor.
She was on her knees, barely breathing. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, rattled gasps as she slowly lifted her head. Her violet eyes were completely dead.
"How..." she choked out, a thick trail of blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. "How could I be defeated... by a human?"
She tried to push herself up using her wings, but collapsed instantly, screaming in agony. She dragged herself an inch forward across the floor, her eyes burning with a pathetic, dying fury. "I... I will have my revenge! I will kill you!"
I completely dismissed her empty threats.
I reached up, grabbing the hilt of my Dwarven Sword, and wrenched it free from the stone pillar. I walked over and calmly rested the heavy golden blade against the side of her neck.
"When you get to hell, Raynare," I said, my voice devoid of any emotion. "Do me a favor. Tell Kalawarner that I said sorry."
With a single, fluid motion, I drove the blade cleanly through her neck.
She died instantly. A second later, her body dissolved into a massive flock of black feathers that scattered uselessly across the ruined church floor.
I let out a long, heavy sigh, resting the tip of my sword against the stone.
Ding.
[Secret Quest Completed: House Cleaning]
A flash of light appeared in my free hand. I looked down. Resting in my palm was a thick, leather-bound book radiating a soft, golden aura. I quickly cast Observe on it.
[Spell Tome: Book of Light]
Description: Grants the user the ability to manifest and manipulate constructs of pure Light (Swords, Spears, etc.). Scales with Intelligence.
Effect: Highly lethal against Devils and the Undead.
I blinked. "Okay, that is ridiculously overpowered." I mentally tapped the book, absorbing the knowledge instantly. A new branch opened up in my skill tree. I focused my mana into my palm, and a perfectly formed, humming sword of yellow light materialized in my grip.
"Alright, so I can use Light weapons now," I muttered, dismissing the blade. "That's going to confuse the hell out of the Devils."
Another notification chimed.
[Restoration Skill Tree Updated: Healing spells are now 2x as effective.]
I chuckled. The rewards from this secret quest were insane. But the system wasn't done yet. I opened my inventory to check the 'Unknown Item' I had received.
It was a ring. It looked incredibly old, forged from a dark, jagged metal, with a brilliant, pulsing purple gemstone set into the center.
I pulled off my gauntlet and slipped the ring onto my right index finger. I waited for the familiar rush of a stat boost.
Nothing happened.
I frowned, flexing my fingers. My strength didn't increase. My mana pool didn't expand. It was just a heavy piece of jewelry. I triggered Observe on the ring.
[Sacred Gear: The Lightning Dragon, Leonidas]
A massive, glowing prompt materialized in the air in front of my face.
[Awaken Sacred Gear?]
[Yes / No]
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Chapter Eight: Meeting the Lightning Dragon
I stood in the dead silence of the ruined church, staring at the glowing blue text floating in front of my face.
[Yes / No]
I knew the obvious answer was yes. If I could gain a massive power boost without having to sell my soul to Rias and become a Devil, why the hell wouldn't I take it? The only real problem was understanding exactly what this Sacred Gear did, and whether or not it was going to drain my mana pool dry.
I dismissed the prompt for a moment, deciding to deal with it when I wasn't standing in a combat zone. I glanced around the barren, destroyed church. There were no priests, no exorcists, and no Fallen Angels left in sight. I had completely wiped them out.
A sharp sting on my right arm brought me back to reality. I was still bleeding from where Raynare's desperate light spear had grazed my bicep.
It was mostly a deep flesh wound, but it hurt like hell. I walked over to the shattered wooden altar and sat heavily on the steps, leaning my back against the stone. I opened my inventory and pulled out my last minor health potion, a small, fist-sized glass vial filled with glowing red liquid.
I popped the cork with my thumb, downing half the bitter liquid in one gulp, and poured the remaining half directly over the burn on my arm.
The potion worked instantly. The torn muscle fibers knit back together, and the charred skin smoothed over, leaving completely fresh, unblemished skin in its wake. There wouldn't even be a scar.
I sighed in relief, leaning my head back against the stone. I pulled up my main status screen to see exactly how much damage I had taken during this entire insane night.
Name: Shiro
Level: 36
Exp: 76%
HP: 165 / 500
Mana: 80 / 430 (Regen: 12 Mana / 30 sec)
STR: 50
END: 53
AGI: 45
INT: 36
WIS: 41
LUK: 24
Points: 78
Money: $12,000 / 2,500 Gold Coins
My jaw practically dropped.
"Level 36?" I muttered, staring at the number. "How is that even possible?"
I had only just hit Level 32 a few days ago, and the grind from 30 to 32 had been agonizingly slow in the Skyrim Instant Dungeon.
The exponential curve for leveling up was brutal. But tonight? Taking out three Fallen Angels, a rogue exorcist, and fifty brainwashed humans had apparently dumped an ocean of experience points onto my character sheet.
I closed the screen, a genuine smile touching my lips.
The Fallen Angels in Kuoh were dead. The threat was neutralized. Asia was safe with the Gremory peerage, and Isa didn't have to look over her shoulder anymore.
"I wonder how Asia is handling all this madness," I said out loud, picturing the sweet, innocent nun surrounded by a group of actual Devils. I couldn't help but laugh. It was going to be a massive culture shock for her.
I pushed myself up from the altar steps, stretching my stiff back. I walked slowly toward the heavy double doors of the church.
Before stepping out into the night, I paused, looking back over the absolute carnage I had caused. Shattered pews, cratered pillars, and scorch marks painted the holy ground.
I chuckled softly, shaking my head. I had honestly forgotten that this was originally an anime.
But standing here, feeling the cool night breeze and the weight of the golden sword in my inventory... it wasn't a show anymore. This was my reality. This was my home now.
I stepped outside, pulling the heavy wooden doors firmly shut behind me, and began the long walk back to my quiet, empty house.
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