"What?" Rowe didn't understand.
Ander said: "There is a Lord of Skrulls, be careful, their weapons are sharp and can easily hurt us… Lord Skrulls likes to strike when you are weak and vulnerable."
Rowe's heart sank slightly.
At this moment, he looked down with awareness and saw a golden pointer composed of holy light emerging from the sacred tome, pointing directly to his left rear.
Not only that, the pointer also flashed rapidly, as if it was reacting to something.
The light pointer that perceives sin? The scene was similar to when he discovered the thief Yarlin, but this time it was more intense.
Rowe was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked, "Ander, is Lord Skrulls in front of you to your right?"
"How do you know?" Ander was startled.
Hearing this, Rowe basically confirmed that the pointer of the Holy Light was directing him toward Lord Skrulls, who was approaching them.
Sanctuary's reaction was so strong, it seemed that this Skrull had committed a great deal of evil.
But why didn't the Sanctuary respond to the other Skrulls, but reacted strongly to this lord? Was it because he was the true manipulator behind their tactics?
Rowe didn't want to think too much about it now, so he said, "Let's change positions."
"Don't you want to kill that lord?" Ander asked.
Rowe: "Is there a problem?"
Ander: "I'm afraid it's difficult for you to achieve that. The Lords of Skrulls are extremely cautious. They only wait for the perfect moment to strike, going straight for the kill. They won't give you an opening."
"This kind of large-scale attack usually involves several Lords of Skrulls, and sometimes even a Grand Lord… However, in these encounters, we rarely manage to kill more than one or two, and sometimes not even a single one falls."
"I want to try."
Rowe didn't say much. He wanted to use the power of the Holy Light still lingering in his body to test the effect of the [Sword of Justice].
"Alright. I don't know where your confidence comes from, but I hope you succeed," Ander said.
"Prepare – turn!"
The two of them switched positions in unison. Rowe glanced forward and saw Lord Skrulls standing not far away.
The Holy Light pointer was aimed at him, motionless.
Seeing Rowe and Ander switch positions, the lord narrowed his eyes, then took a few steps back while scanning the surroundings carefully.
Truly cautious, Rowe thought.
Let's see if your vigilance can save you from my Sword of Justice!
Rowe clenched Verrigan's Fist tightly, summoning the Sanctuary in his heart.
The effects of the Sword of Justice were "hit from the front and the back," "hit from the right with the left," and "hit down from above." It was an unpredictable attack that was incredibly difficult to guard against.
Rowe roared, ignoring the attacks of the surrounding Skrulls. Verrigan's Fist moved forward, guided by holy light and flames.
The Sword of Justice!
No matter how powerful a Paladin's abilities were, they carried an unmistakable presence. Seeing the holy light-infused fist of Verrigan approaching, Lord Skrulls hesitated and quickly stepped back.
Unexpectedly, at that moment, an energy sword composed of holy light and fire suddenly materialized behind him!
The power of the Holy Light was especially potent against the guilty.
Lord Skrulls was not significantly stronger than an ordinary Skrull, and he had no way to resist the enhanced Sword of Justice. In an instant, the holy blade pierced his chest!
Blood splattered!
Lord Skrulls screamed and collapsed to the ground.
With his death, the nearby Skrulls fell into disarray, some fleeing in terror while others met their demise.
"What?"
Heimdall, who had been cutting through enemies with ease, sensed something. His eyes flashed, a hint of surprise in his expression.
But he quickly refocused, gripping his giant battle axe and increasing his pace, continuing his deadly charge through the Skrulls.
His movement seemed erratic, but his eyes flickered with intent.
Suddenly, Heimdall roared, altering his route abruptly. He leaped over the thick of the enemy forces and went straight for a specific Skrull.
This Skrull was fully armored, wielding a spear, and bore a composed demeanor. He was another lord.
Hidden among the Skrulls, he hadn't expected Heimdall to attack him directly. Shocked, he attempted to counter with his spear.
But against Heimdall? It was futile.
Heimdall's enormous battle axe was larger than the Skrull himself. The axe swung down like a mountain, splitting the lord in half instantly, spilling dark green blood everywhere.
Two Skrull lords had fallen in quick succession, causing the Skrull forces to waver.
The Asgardian soldiers seized the opportunity, intensifying their assault. The tide of battle had turned.
However, Rowe and Ander's situation had not improved. Despite the Skrulls' disarray, the exhausted and wounded Ander could no longer hold on. He collapsed and fainted.
Rowe, struggling to stand, was completely surrounded by Skrulls, seemingly unable to hold out any longer.
At that moment, Heimdall charged forward, his battle axe cutting through enemies like autumn leaves in the wind.
Seeing Heimdall coming to his aid, Rowe exhaled in relief. Just moments ago, he had genuinely thought he might die there.
The Skrull army finally broke apart, retreating in different directions, leaving behind a battlefield soaked in dark green blood.
Rowe entrusted Ander to Sigurd.
Sigurd appeared to have something to say, but Rowe was utterly exhausted. Without a word, he simply waved his hand, retreated to his quarters, and sat down to rest.
He didn't lie on the bed—his body was drenched in Skrull blood, reeking and filthy.
Inside the sanctuary, Rowe had fought many times, killed many enemies. But in the real world, this was his first true battle, his first kill.
His hands trembled slightly from prolonged exertion, and it took a while to calm them.
Rowe opened the sacred tome.
[Revenge completed. You have received a revenge reward.]
The sacred tome's rewards for justice addressed minor transgressions. For graver sins, it required execution. This was called revenge, and its reward was the revenge bounty.
The revenge reward was supposed to be more valuable than the justice reward. Rubbing his hands in anticipation, Rowe opened the pious store to claim his prize…