Broken Oath?

"Who turned you into this?"

"Frost King..."

Who is the Frost King?

"I don't know..."

"Okay, let's change the question. Why did Achilles leave?"

"I don't know..."

Smack

The body fell back down, and the man rubbed his temples as he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground. "Excuse me, why can I only ask five questions?"

That's how it's supposed to be according to the rules.

"Who made the rules?"

"Have no idea."

The rules for interviewing the deceased are very strange. Why can a deceased person only be interviewed once? Why can only five questions be asked?

The man stood up, holding the amulet. "Alright, alright, at least we know for now that there are probably over 100,000 enemy troops heading towards Aaron's capital."

"I think we can head back now."

The Half-elf woman looked at him with a puzzled expression. "You've decided to give up your heroic career?"

The man carrying the lute pointed at the Half-elf woman, "First, we need to know one thing."

"You, Half-elf, are a simple and unpretentious hunter."

"You, paladin, have broken your oath and cannot wield the Supreme Saint Slash without divine power."

"He was a white-haired man of unknown origin."

"I am a commoner hero, as strong in spirit as in body, a beloved Sword Dance Singer."

"There are four of us, and there are hundreds of thousands of them."

The Half-elf woman blinked. "But you said you were coming to deal with the ghouls."

The man looked at the snow-covered ground around him and spread his hands. "I thought we were one group fighting another, a war to defend our homeland."

"But what happened? We had no allies at all, and we had to fight those ghouls on our own."

"This story has turned into a revival of a kingdom, which is beyond our capabilities!"

So what are you planning to do now?

"I?"

"I plan to..."

"Stay far away?"

It's unclear what touched a nerve with those words, but upon hearing them, he swallowed back the words he was about to say.

"Rat, you have to stay far away, only then... they won't find you..."

Damn it.

The man carrying the lute gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go to the capital!"

"Ah?"

Jena paused for a moment, "Why? Didn't you just say..."

"Go to the capital."

Watching Rat's retreating figure, the group exchanged glances. "Has he gone mad?"

"Who knows? They're clearly Moors."

What happened to the Moors?

"Moors are all selfish."

"Forehead..."

Night falls in Aaron's capital.

A blood moon hangs in the sky, and the royal city has already fallen.

Styx was right; it was too late for Achilles to go back now.

Looking around, the city was deathly silent. Something was wriggling in the darkness, and there wasn't a single soldier on the city walls.

Achilles entered the capital, and the roads were covered in blood.

Judging from the bloodstains, some of them seemed fresh, but the city was eerily quiet, like a ghost town.

The soldiers behind them exchanged bewildered glances. "What happened in the capital?"

Why did it turn out like this?

Achilles said nothing and rode his Winged Horse straight to the church.

The enormous church was deathly silent.

Achilles descended from the sky, but he saw no corpses, and the pool that held the holy water was stained red with blood.

He continued deeper into the temple and arrived at the main hall.

The Codex of Light was torn in two, and there was a shoe print on it!

Achilles adjusted his breathing and slammed his palm directly into a pillar beside him.

Boom!

A loud bang came from underground, and the church floor suddenly collapsed, revealing a spiral staircase.

This is the church's hidden vault, a place unknown to outsiders.

Achilles rushed into the basement, which was free of blood and signs of battle. He pushed open the door marked with a cross.

There were numerous church staff members and some elderly people and children sitting around.

Their faces all showed expressions of fear and uncertainty.

But upon seeing Achilles, their expressions changed from fear to joy!

"Achilles?"

"It's the Holy Sword, Lord Holy Sword!"

"You're back?!"

A church official ran up to Achilles, crying out, "Light... light, the Codex of Light has failed!"

"Those vampires, those Undead Creature, they are all unafraid of the power of the Codex of Light. This is God's punishment for us; the gods want us dead!"

Achilles' expression was icy. "It might not be that the code has become invalid."

"What's the meaning?"

The church member was stunned for a moment, and then saw Achilles walk into the depths of the underground vault without saying a word.

The civilians and church members who were hiding there all gathered around and started chattering incessantly.

"My lord, you must save us!"

"Those hateful vampires, they killed my daughter!"

"Gods, please bless us, bless Achilles, so that he may defeat those filthy vampires."

They were incredibly devout, praying that Achilles, the patron saint of the empire and a hero of the church, would protect them.

"Roll."

Achilles shouted, and radiant ripples spread out around him, blasting all the civilians and church members away!

Puff puff puff!

A group of civilians were slammed against the walls and pillars, their bones shattered and blood splattered everywhere!

The force of this impact was terrifying; it wasn't just intimidating, it was deadly!

In the blink of an eye, only one person remained in the main hall.

The church member stood there dumbfounded, as if he hadn't yet realized what had just happened.

What is going on?

Am I hallucinating?

Is this person before me Achilles?

A circle of blood was drawn on the ground, and all the splattered blood was blocked by a layer of golden light barrier.

Achilles remained perfectly pure, untouched by any blood or filth.

But the church member could no longer remain calm!

He fell to the ground in terror. "What... what are you doing? You killed civilians?"

"Have you forgotten your oaths and creeds? You've gone mad!!"

"You will lose the power of a paladin, you will lose the protection of the gods, you will fall into the Extreme Dark Hell!"

"Tsk."

Achilles smacked his lips, then flashed forward, appearing in front of the church member and grabbing his head!

Boom!

A radiant wave emanated, and a terrifying force directly shattered the man's head!

Breaking a vow is never just empty talk.

The power of a paladin comes from their creed, their inner holiness and kindness, and is directly linked to the power of Radiance.

It can be said that even magicians cannot use this power called Radiance.

Only those who are truly kind-hearted can harness this righteous and powerful force.

However, if a paladin breaks his oath and his heart is no longer just and kind, this power will instantly disappear from his body.

Of course, the most important thing is the creed.

As long as it doesn't violate the creed, even murder is acceptable.

For example, instead of making the Seven Public Oaths, one should make the Seven Revenge Oaths under the Black Flag, which would greatly reduce the binding force of the creed.

But Achilles' situation was quite different; he had over two hundred oaths on his body.

The creed was meticulously crafted and finalized by several bishops, making it impossible for it to contain any flaws.

In other words, even under normal circumstances, his every move could lead to breaking the oath.

For example, seeing someone but not helping them.

Or perhaps a blasphemous thought arises in one's mind, such as, "This woman is quite attractive," which could also lead to breaking the vow.

That's something you absolutely can't even think about.

His actions just now were enough to break more than ninety of the vows he had made.

Logically speaking, he should no longer possess the power of radiance.