As the Magic Potion was absorbed through his rectum, an unfathomable aura erupted from Evan's body.
Evan himself felt no stronger.
But he could now faintly sense a connection forming with something in the Starry Expanse.
The instant that connection formed, Evan pulled out his Silver Key and poured a vast amount of Spirituality into it.
The ancient monsters before him, who had lived for thousands of years, noticed at once.
When Alcott saw the key in Evan's hand, he snarled with venom, "So the Silver Key really is in your hands!"
After all, it had belonged to his younger brother first!
The cleric in white robes pointed a finger forward.
A strange shadow flashed past.
Bang!
But in the next instant, it struck an invisible barrier.
At some point, a broken helmet had appeared in Eldin's hand.
Its crown had been completely destroyed. Only the sides and a weeping faceplate remained.
The entire helmet radiated an ancient aura. One look at it evoked a sacred, majestic compassion for all living things.
The blood on its battered metal surface still held a soft, solemn sheen.
It seemed to bear all the compassion and glory of a Saint's life.
"Saint Martin's helmet!?"
Russell started at the sight.
"That old bastard Hurst actually let you carry a Holy Relic like that!?"
Saint Martin—the legendary Sun Apostle, the Blazing Sun Walker, the compassionate Saint.
He had been known by many names throughout his life, and he was a Saint with scarcely a stain on his record.
Born to a noble Family, he spent years wandering abroad and lived by the code of a Knight.
He devoted his entire life to pursuing the sun.
Along that radiant path, Saint Martin slew countless monsters and villains.
In the end, legend said, he caught up to