Became the Academy’s Munchkin Power Priest

57 – Trick

“Kill that bastard first!”

As the warlock executive shouted, the warlocks who had been shooting the arrows of darkness made blades of darkness and rushed at Gran.

After clinging to the wall with one hand, Gran retrieved his staff and climbed right up. He swung the next heavy pole.

Booooong.

Gran grabbed the stick with both hands and swung it long.

“Sir, what the f*ck is that!”

I just swung the stick, but the strong wind made the warlocks hesitate.

“Rush together!”

The warlocks, who were looking for the timing to close the distance, rushed in unison.

Booooong.

Pooaaagh!

He was simply swinging his staff. Even the warlocks knew that it was a heavy staff just by hearing the sound of cutting through the air. He wielded a heavy weapon, judged that his attack speed was slow, and narrowed the distance.

The cane that was cutting through the air suddenly changed its trajectory.

With that wind, the heads of the warlocks who came within range exploded like bombs. The warlocks who barely avoided their heads exploded their abdomens instead of their heads.

Red blood and black blood soaked the walls. Gran moved forward, swinging his staff without stopping.

“Mi, don’t push!”

As Gran moved forward, wielding his staff, the warlocks, who did not want to face them, stepped back.

Eventually, as the number of people gathered on top of the narrow wall, he could no longer retreat back. The warlocks right in front of Gran tried to retreat as if they didn’t want to fight Gran.

But the warlocks behind him pushed the warlocks in front and tried to back away. It was a struggle to live.

For them, there was only one way to survive. Jumping from the top of the castle wall. Of course, it was an action close to a postponement of death, but there were many people who jumped from the top of the wall to live right away.

“Hmm…. Warlocks are all cowards.”

Gran, who was worse than him, closed his distance and swung his staff.

Puraaagh!

Puaaagh!

The warlocks hit by Gran’s staff flew into the sky. The head of the warlock who was struck first by the staff did not survive, and those who were not directly hit by the attack, but those who were pushed by the force flew high and fell off the wall.

“Don’t push…. aaagh!”

“Stand, give up the wall!”

The warlocks gave up on the walls and went down to live. The stairs were so narrow that not many people could go down at once.

Even in the midst of that, Gran was wielding a staff, and the warlocks pushed each other to live first.

The warlocks under the wall looked up at the top of the wall in a daze.

A huge priest over 2 meters in height swung a staff a little taller than himself. Every time he swung his weapon, his black blood spurted out like a mist, forming a brief mist.

The warlocks right behind were in a better situation, but they fell under the wall under the force.

Lastly, the dark mages at the back were in bad shape. They pushed each other from both sides, whitened faces, and raised their heads to the sky for a breath.

The warlocks who came down through the stairs of the castle wall struggled to save each other to the point that they couldn’t tell if they were coming down the stairs or jumping from them.

As Gran approached the gate, he jumped off the wall. He wanted to eliminate some more warlocks who had gathered on the wall, but he had to bring the Church’s forces into the castle. Only then can he go after the main characters while leaving the idiots in charge.

Gran jumped off the wall and approached the gate.

“Approaching the castle gate! Don’t let him open the door!”

“You open that by yourself? He’s a guy whose brain has turned into muscle. Quickly shoot an arrow at him!”

The warlocks lined up and created arrows of darkness. He shot an arrow to prevent Gran from opening the castle gate.

The giant priest didn’t stop. A round shield of light formed around him, and the arrow of darkness was swallowed up by the light.

“Sat, it doesn’t work.”

“f*ck…. Then quickly turn into a demon and block it with your body!”

“Yeah, but….”

Quaaang!

Gran struck the castle gate with his staff. The castle gate made of iron was dented in an instant.

Kaaang!

When I hit with the staff again, the castle gate bent.

“If the gate collapses, it’s over!”

The warlocks, who still had the courage to do so, started turning into demons.

Their skin turned black and their eyes stained red. Teeth and nails sharpened.

“Look around!”

The warlocks who turned into demons rushed at Gran who was breaking down the castle gate. However, Gran didn’t care and hit the gate.

Kaaang!

“… What the f*ck is this!”

The reason Gran didn’t even look at me was because of the shield. They couldn’t even break through the protective barrier created by Gran.

“Someone pierce it!”

The warlock said as he charged into the barrier of light.

Kaaang!

At that time, the gate, not the protective barrier, was pierced.

When the gates opened, Gran turned around. The warlocks who were colliding with the barrier slowly raised their heads.

Booooong.

The demonized warlocks didn’t even recognize that the staff was flying.

Afterwards, paladins and priests rushed in through the cracks in the broken gates.

“Wow! Kill them!”

“Down with heretics!”

The Paladins pushed in and charged with their shields and swords firmly erected, and the Priests chanted spells to cast buffs and shields on the Paladins.

“Gran!”

“Please take care of the guys here.”

Arko nodded and Gran moved quickly.

Gran passed the warlocks and went inside the citadel. There was no one in the citadel.

The number of soldiers is small.

The number of soldiers outside was about 800.

What is certain is that not all of the warlocks who attacked the Riel Temple returned here.

Gran quickly looked inside the citadel.

This wasn’t just a base.

It is a stronghold and main base for warlocks.

The fort was large and could accommodate many people. In the basement was a vast prison. Inside, there was only a skeleton that had already ended its life.

When I went up, there was a bridge connected to the cliff. The bridge was connected to a huge cave in the cliff.

He thought maybe he was in the cave, so Gran hurriedly moved into the cave. There were various tools such as black magic equipment and ritual tools, but the appearance of the black magicians was nowhere to be seen.

“I threw it away….”

Gran said lowly.

They abandoned an important fort.

Gran got out of the cave and headed back to the castle.

The battle was already over.

The Paladins and Priests shot and killed those who resisted, and arrested the Warlocks who surrendered.

“Arco.”

“Yes, I can’t see them.”

Arco also knew that there were only a handful of warlocks in the citadel.

“Then, the gathering place must be somewhere else. If they were our strength, the damage on our side wouldn’t have been so great….”

Obviously, the warlock’s stronghold was suitable as a fortress. If there were more of them, it would have been very difficult to capture the fortress. If you’re lucky, the church might have lost.

They had another stronghold.

“It’s smaller than here, but there’s a fort in Pandemonium as well. Maybe it moved that way.”

“I see…. There are also very effective reinforcements there.”

“But it’s not a place that can accommodate a lot of people. It’s also tricky because you have to go through the wires. If I had to go back to either citadel, I would have come here.”

“So, where did they go?”

“I think….”

They killed the pope and targeted the hero. During summer vacation, Gran was also aiming for it. He is eliminating one by one the figures who pose a threat to the heretics.

The person they seem to be targeting is a saint.

And Raizen, the leader of the Heretic Questioner.

Luckily, Ryzen was on the frontline not too far from their stronghold.

“They are targeting members of the Order. Maybe it’s close to the citadel, and maybe aim for Ryzen, whose location we know.”

“Well, I guess I could. It would be dangerous if they attacked Ryzen. I will tell the paladin commander right away.”

“Yes, I will head to the front first.”

***

“Ryzen. Their number has increased.”

Ryzen, who was lying down to rest in the shade of a tree, yawned and stood up.

“Working on the front line is not easy. It comes and goes without even trying. But how much have you grown?”

“The army. Twenty times more than usual.”

“What?”

Ryzen raised his head and surveyed the area. The demonic army was approaching from afar.

“Ha, you’re bothering me again. That’s enough to call for reinforcements?”

At that time, a soldier in the rear shouted.

“I am the enemy!”

“What else?”

Ryzen approached the Heretic Questioner in the back. Ryzen’s eyes widened.

“What are those bastards?”

An army of warlocks was approaching from the rear.

“How are you?”

“Haa…. It’s bothering me. Concentrate your forces in one place. Get together and fight.”