Facing the expressionless Priest Augustus, Vincent Taylor instinctively took a step back. Even as an ordinary man, he had already felt the threat of death, yet he did not understand how the old man before him intended to threaten him.
Priest Augustus extended his right hand to his side. Black mist surged from his palm, then stretched upward and downward until it formed a sharp black scythe.
Thaumaturgy—Death Bringer's Scythe. When Shade had asked Priest Augustus about death thaumaturgy last year, he had heard him mention it. The thaumaturgy summoned a Spiritual Weapon. Although Shade had already possessed the Moonbeam Greatsword at the time, he still thought this thaumaturgy looked quite impressive. However, the ritual materials were too expensive, so he had not chosen to learn it.
Priest Augustus, who had advanced to the fourth ring at Green Lake, had clearly mastered this thaumaturgy completely. The instant the black scythe appeared, the terrified Taylor collapsed to the ground. That scythe had awakened his deepest fear of death, and his legs, convulsing from terror, robbed him of his final chance to escape:
"I, you..."
He could not even form a complete sentence. Priest Augustus turned the scythe, pointing its sharp, slender blade downward:
"I am sorry, young man. All mortals must die. May we meet in death."
The scythe danced through the air, leaving behind a black trail of light. Vincent Taylor merely felt a chill across his scalp, and amid extreme terror, with a clang, he was frightened unconscious.
Thus, he did not see the silver greatsword collide with the black scythe above his head, nor did he see silver sparks and black light scattering in every direction.
Complex chains of runes covered the surface of the silver greatsword. Its ancient design reflected the moonlight. The Moonbeam Greatsword blocked the