assistirfilmes Chapter 138 – The Sanctuary of Kalosia (8)
Chapter 138 – The Sanctuary of Kalosia (8)
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Chapter 138: The Sanctuary of Kalosia (8)
A training ground that had not been used in a while was covered in a significant amount of dust.
Ketal and Rakza were there.
“Let’s adjust our strength as we fight,”
Ketal suggested.
“Understood,”
Rakza nodded.
Warriors of their caliber could adjust their power in the midst of battle, so there was no risk of accidents.
“Then I’ll go first,”
Rakza said, drawing his sword and muttering softly,
“Oh God, grant me great power.”
A golden light enveloped the sword and then surrounded Rakza’s entire body.
“Impressive,”
Ketal remarked.
The sight of Rakza’s entire body encased in a golden glow was quite striking.
‘I wish I could do something like that,’
Ketal thought, smacking his lips.
He had acquired mysterious powers, but without being able to utilize them, they were like a pie in the sky.
‘I’d like to use some of that mystery.’
“Here I come,”
Rakza said briefly before charging forward.
In an instant, he was right in front of Ketal, swinging his sword.
Ketal grabbed the axe at his waist and swung it.
With a sharp sound, the sword was deflected.
Unable to withstand the sudden force, Rakza lost his balance.
“Ugh!”
Regaining his posture, Rakza spun around, attempting to shoulder-check Ketal.
Ketal casually reached out, grabbed Rakza’s shoulder, and pushed him away.
Rakza staggered and was pushed back.
Rakza’s face showed astonishment as he gripped his sword and attacked Ketal again.
Ketal, however, blocked his attacks with ease.
‘He’s definitely strong,’
Ketal thought, impressed by Rakza’s power.
Although it was hard to make an exact comparison, Rakza seemed to be stronger than Maximus.
Rakza, on the other hand, was shocked by Ketal’s strength.
‘What is this?’
Even though it was just a sparring match, it wasn’t like he wasn’t being serious.
Rakza was genuinely attacking Ketal.
Yet, Ketal was responding with casual swings of his axe, as if he were just going through the motions.
Despite Rakza’s visible efforts, he couldn’t see any way to break through Ketal’s defense.
Clang!
Rakza’s body was flung back.
He quickly regained his stance and thrust his sword, now glowing with a golden hue, towards Ketal’s chest.
Ketal watched the sword for a moment before reaching out his hand instead of swinging his axe.
The golden sword was caught in Ketal’s hand.
Crack!
“What!”
Rakza’s eyes widened.
Despite the divine energy fiercely swirling around, Ketal’s hand didn’t have a single scratch.
Ketal applied a bit of pressure, and Rakza’s body was pushed back.
Stunned, Rakza looked at Ketal.
“Ketal... sir?”
“We’ll stop here,”
Ketal said, shaking his hand.
* * *
‘There’s nothing particularly different about divine power,’
Ketal thought.
He had expected something special, but its basic usage seemed similar to aura.
“You’re incredible,”
Rakza said, having regained his composure.
He looked at Ketal with amazement.
“How do you handle the divine power so perfectly to protect your body?”
“Hmm?”
Ketal tilted his head.
“Does it look like that?”
“Yes. Isn’t it camouflage?”
Ketal had caught the divine sword with his bare hand and pushed Rakza back without getting a scratch.
That was an impossible feat.
Thus, Rakza concluded that Ketal must have an extraordinary control over the divine power.
“I’m curious how you control it so perfectly.”
To Rakza, Ketal seemed to possess only third-rate divine power.
This implied that Ketal’s control ability was extreme.
Such a level of control was considered impossible.
At their level, warriors could instantly recognize the true strength of their opponents, regardless of how well they tried to hide it.
In this world, the concept of hiding one’s true power didn’t really exist.
Strong individuals could always sense other strong individuals, unless they were dealing with something like an artifact with a fixed form.
But Ketal seemed exceptionally capable of hiding his true power.
‘He must be using a very special method,’
Rakza concluded, feeling satisfied that his question was answered.
“Is that so?”
Ketal didn’t bother to refute.
However, each time, the dark wizards were unable to do anything and were driven away.
The number of injured people significantly decreased.
The atmosphere within the sanctuary grew increasingly bright.
There was even some good news spreading around.
With a delighted expression, Rakza said,
“We found a merchant company willing to sell us supplies!”
They had been surrounded by evil forces.
No one was willing to sell them supplies, even at exorbitant prices.
But finally, they managed to contact a merchant company and secure the needed supplies.
However, Ketal looked skeptical.
“It’s too easy. It’s suspicious.”
“Pardon?”
Rakza asked.
“Nothing. It’s a good thing,”
Ketal replied.
“Indeed it is. I will be leaving for a while to escort the merchant company. Ketal, I leave the sanctuary in your care.”
“Understood.”
Rakza left the sanctuary.
Ketal walked through the sanctuary, observing the people.
Their faces were extremely bright.
“We won!”
“We defeated the forces of evil!”
They were already convinced of their victory.
Having successfully repelled the invasions and now with supplies on the way, it was natural for them to feel that way.
However, Ketal’s expression remained unchanged.
As he walked, he stopped in front of the large church.
After gazing at the church for a moment, he entered.
It wasn’t prayer time, so the church was empty.
Ketal looked up at the large statue of Kalosia in the center of the church.
A voice echoed from behind him.
“What brings you to the church?”
It was Shadrenes, the Saintess of Kalosia, standing at the church door with a gentle smile.
The smile was perfect, like something out of a painting, but its sincerity was questionable.
‘Oh my god!’
She thought to herself.
She had come to the empty church to pray in peace, never expecting to find the barbarian there.
She almost screamed out of surprise, but her true feelings were perfectly hidden.
Ketal spoke up.
“I came for a brief visit.”
“Feel free to rest here,”
Shadrenes replied, forcing a smile as she took a seat.
Ketal, still gazing at the statue, spoke again.
“I have a question. It might be very rude to you. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please feel free to ask.”
“You were on the brink of destruction.”
Without Ketal’s help, they might indeed have been destroyed.
“Yet the one you serve, the god of deception and lies, has shown no movement. What do you think about that?”
“It is a trial from the great one,”
Shadrenes calmly replied.
“As their followers, this trial is a chance for us to prove ourselves. If we overcome it, we will gain their recognition.”
“I see.”
Ketal nodded and turned to leave the church.
Shadrenes was silently relieved.
But then Ketal spoke again.
“Oh, one last question. This is different from the previous one.”
“Please, go ahead,”
She replied.
Ketal smiled slightly at her.
“Is that mask you’re wearing?”
“Excuse me?”
Shadrenes tilted her head in confusion.
“What do you mean?”
She seemed not to understand Ketal’s words at all.
Most people, seeing her reaction, would have thought she truly didn’t know.
But Ketal noticed a subtle tremor in her response, down to the smallest fraction of a second.
He smiled, satisfied.
“Never mind. Thank you. My question has been answered.”
Ketal left the church, feeling content.
The followers claimed that in the past, they had committed atrocities through deceit and trickery, tarnishing Kalosia’s name.
Now, although they had reformed, they believed they were unable to wield the holy scriptures as punishment from their god.
To regain their god’s recognition, they tried to be kinder than anyone else.
But Ketal thought differently.
He was not of this world.
He was not bound by its values or perceptions.
What could the god of deceit and lies possibly find disappointing in their followers?
Ketal looked up at the sky, feeling a gaze upon him.
It was the gaze of Kalosia.
Since Ketal had set foot in the sanctuary, that gaze had never left him.
“I don’t know what you want from me,”
He murmured,
“but I will move as I wish.”
Ketal leisurely walked away.
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