The man was wrapped in tight armor, and the cold metal reflected layers of candlelight, illuminating the holy angels and the blazing sword engraved on it.
The Templar Knight walked up the stairs to heaven. He tried to slow down his pace as much as possible, but the sound of armor colliding was so clear that it seemed extremely loud in this quiet place.
However, his arrival did not seem to wake anyone up. He continued to move forward and walked into the sacred Cathedral of St. Naro. The presence of faith was demonstrated everywhere, but the man could only feel panic.
The church was so empty, as if one had come to another dead world. Apart from the burning candles, there was nothing warm at all.
The knight looked a little confused. He stood for a long time in the hall, but he could not see anyone or any living thing except himself.
He didn't want to wait any longer, so he walked along the route he remembered. Then, in front of the gate to heaven, he saw the first person other than himself.
Anthony gently stroked the relief on the Gate of Heaven. He seemed to have anticipated the man's arrival. He withdrew his hand, turned around, and slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.
"Knight, you should know that no one can enter the Cathedral of Saint Naro without His Majesty's summons."
"Get out of the way, Father."
A deep male voice came from under the visor.
"Interesting. Is this considered an invasion? After so many years, a sacred place has been invaded by evil again?"
Anthony smiled. He was not angry about the man's behavior. Instead, he became even more excited.
The scar that ran through his neck and cheek was aching slightly. It was entwined around Anthony like a poisonous snake. It was craving for blood and suffering, and it was urging Anthony.
"Since I took charge of the new cult, I have rarely taken action. To be honest, I miss fighting."
The cold light came out of the sheath, it was not a spiked sword, but a mottled knight's long sword. I don't know how many fierce battles it has experienced. The sharp blade has been covered with notches and cracks. It should have broken long ago, but it seemed as if there was some strange power supporting it, making it indestructible.
In an instant Anthony's demeanor changed.
The mottled sword blade hung low in front of him, and he took a step forward like a tiger.
The man was not intimidated by Anthony's aura. He seemed to have no emotions or mind at all. Whether facing the raging fire or the deep cold, he remained calm.
Without saying anything, the man slowly pulled out the knight's sword. It seemed very heavy, and every swing was full of power. The blade was placed on the arm armor, and he hunched his body.
A battle broke out quickly and the atmosphere became grim.
A breeze blew into the room, slightly shaking the ubiquitous candlelight. The figures of the two people were distorted in the swaying flames, and they were intertwined on the wall as if they were fighting.
The shadow's movements gradually slowed down, but in the next moment the flames flickered chaotically, and the shadow began to twist sharply, and the sword blade that was pulling the strong wind had already slashed out when the fireworks twisted.
The two swords collided, sparks flying.