"Chirp chirp chirp..."
As soon as Norton flew over the Holy See, a golden rain of swords completely blocked all his escape routes.
"Holy crap! They even have that trick?"
Norton was utterly dumbfounded; he never expected that this so-called high-ranking Holy Knight would have such a trick up his sleeve!
If those two Holy Knight in the cave had possessed such a move back then, Norton would probably have met his end on the spot!
And the moves of these High-Rank Holy Knight today are enough to make him half-dead!
The combat power of High-Rank Holy Knight is extremely terrifying, comparable to the force with which Norton threw that golden throne weighing over ten tons in the Boya Empire's palace.
With a swift, powerful strike, the golden sword sliced through the air, hurtling towards Hajinuo in the sky.
"Puff!"
More than six hundred greatswords were thrown out, almost completely blocking the sky. No matter how fast Norton flew to avoid the rain of swords, he was still pierced through the body by the greatswords.
Seven or eight golden swords, carrying the holiness of God, pierced through Norton's flesh, penetrating directly into his body from the front and tearing through his back, turning his entire body into a porcupine-like shape.
His outstretched pure white wings were pierced by the golden sword, leaving gaping wounds.
Norton's pure white, tall body flapped its wings incessantly, but because of the hole, it could only sway and fall like a parabola from hundreds of meters in the air, which made Yalian III in front of the palace beam with delight.
"Good! Kill it! Kill it! Hang him on a cross and burn him alive, send this damned monster to Heaven!"
The high-ranking High-Rank Holy Knight High-Rank Holy Knight lived up to his name; after throwing his golden sword, he actually went to retrieve the greatsword he had dropped. As a result, the more than six hundred Holy Knight split up, and the one who picked up the golden sword immediately chased after Norton in the direction he had fallen.
Yalian III felt a surge of anger escape his lips; the Pale Progenitor's utterly pathetic performance left him both pleasantly surprised and deeply disappointed.
"So, you've already reached your limit...?"
The fact that the formidable enemy he had always thought of was so weak made him realize how utterly ridiculous his worries and preparations had been.
If he had known this would happen, he would have simply sent the Holy Judgment Order to the Blood Court to slaughter this damned Blood Clan Progenitor!
The golden greatsword was embedded in Norton's body, piercing him like a hedgehog. The holy aura covering the golden greatsword continuously corroded Norton's wounds, causing him to feel a familiar, burning pain.
As expected, this Holy Knight indeed possesses ample power to restrain Vampire.
But... is that all?
Having fallen to a low altitude, Norton, pierced by the golden greatsword, was swaying and falling, but with the whistling of his wings, he was suddenly lifted back into the air!
The wounds pierced by the golden greatsword on his huge, pale wings had completely healed in the few seconds it took him to fall through the air.
Although the holiness attached to the golden greatsword did cause him pain, it was still far too powerless for Norton, a perverted progenitor who slept in a cross coffin and filled the entire room with religious ornaments to test his endurance!
The contrast is like comparing the blazing sun to a candle flame; the holiness intertwined with that golden greatsword seems rather meager... even less impressive than the sun shining in the sky now.
The sun could at least burn Norton's skin, and then he would recover.
The moment the golden greatsword pierced his flesh, the hole in his skin began to heal itself.
Norton, his body riddled with golden giant swords, soared into the sky, laughing heartily as he felt the slight burning sensation from the swords on his body, completely at ease.
"Hahaha, I never expected that the High-Rank Holy Knight I've always feared would possess such power. If I had been bolder and tried sooner, I might have been able to destroy the Holy See myself!"
The pale monster, its body pierced by a golden sword, hovered in the sky, its enormous pale wings flapping incessantly. The loud laughter emanating from it caused Yalian III face had just shown joy, to change drastically in an instant.
"What? Not afraid of the Holy Knight? Quick, quick! Get someone to bring the silver sword! Quickly bring the siege crossbows over and load them with silver arrowheads!"
Yalian III's face turned deathly pale. He stood at the palace gate, looking up at the Blood Progenitor, whose body was constantly being scorched by the sun yet continuously recovering. He looked at the seven enormous golden swords that had pierced his chest and heart, and felt utterly desperate!
Now that things have come to this, even he, as stupid as he is, has realized that the so-called weakness of the Blood Clan Progenitor Norton was all an act!
He was even a little unsure whether the silver weapon could harm this deep-thinking Blood Progenitor Ancestor!
If, in any case, his fear of silver is merely an act, then the Holy See is truly in grave danger!
"No, no, no! My Boya Empire has finally broken free from the Church's shackles, and my Yalian Imperial Family has finally gained a noble status. How can our rule, which is about to last for thousands of generations, be destroyed by a monster like you!"
If my Yalian Imperial Family is completely destroyed, what meaning will this world have?
Yalian III's expression turned ruthless. He then stopped looking at Norton soaring in the sky, strode into the palace, and ran towards the back mountain.
Norton, flying through the sky, had already spotted the emperor in his golden robes with his exceptional eyesight.
Although I am not afraid of the Holy Knight at all, killing more than six hundred Holy Knight would be a troublesome matter. It would be better to capture the leader first!
Capture Yalian III, and use him to control the emperor and command the feudal lords, forcing these Holy Knight to make way and forcing them to take the place where the flesh and blood of the gods are located!
Norton regained his sense of smell and used it, along with his hearing, to pinpoint the location of the emperor who had run into the palace.
The more than six hundred Holy Knight below the field had once again picked up their golden greatswords and hurled them at Norton in the sky, but their formation was in disarray, and the golden swords they threw were completely ineffective against Norton.
Norton stretched out his slender, pale arms, then grabbed the two greatswords stuck in his body with both hands. With a forceful pull of his wrists, he forcefully pulled the two greatswords out of his body. Then, with his tall body flapping its wings and wielding the golden greatsword, he swooped down towards the top of the palace.
" Yalian III, accept your broken fate!!!"
The pale body, riddled with golden swords, swooped down with immense force, crashing through the sturdy roof of the tall palace and slamming into Yalian III, who was hastily trying to escape.
"Rub!"
Two golden greatswords sank into the hard palace floor, blocking the path of the terrified Yalian III.
"Plop, plop..." The gravel fell with a clattering sound.
Amidst the thick, billowing dust, a tall yet slender figure appeared and disappeared in the hazy dust.