Paladins.
This was a special kind of Extraordinary Profession.
Its nature was somewhat idealistic.
The more unwaveringly righteous a person was, the greater the power they could wield!
Moreover.
Although in conflicts among mortals, a paladin's power was indeed not especially effective.
It could only be called fairly mediocre!
But when fighting evil—that is, all manner of Evil Spirits, demons, devils...—a paladin's power displayed exceptionally remarkable effects!
Therefore.
In many circumstances, paladins were the mainstay in the fight against Evil Factions!
Whenever some crisis descended, they were often the ones charging at the front lines, wave after wave, ganging up on villains from every direction.
Calling them the unadulterated vanguard of justice would not be wrong at all!
And as their highest superior.
Tyr, the God of Justice, had still managed to develop and grow tenaciously despite being regarded as a thorn in the side by countless Evil Factions. His strength was naturally beyond doubt!!
Even now, when his strength was restricted.
He was absolutely still one of the strongest among the many gods present!
At this moment, as the one fighting him, Myrkul naturally felt immense pressure directly.
It was a special kind of suppressive force.
Even though both sides were currently in a state where their strength was suppressed.
And the power they could use was extremely similar in scale.
The other side was still stronger than him!!
Every attack.
Its angle, speed, force, and timing were all close to flawless.
It forcibly gave him an inexplicable sense of stifled frustration.
As though all the strength in his body had nowhere to go!
'Had it really been too long since I took part in any proper battle...'
At that thought.
Myrkul's heart darkened, and he felt a faint bitterness.
However, though he thought that.
The movements of his