Step, step.

As the death knights approached Hart, they pulled out the sword sticking out of their chests.

"How barbaric…"

"They are undead, yes, but to think that they would use their own bodies as a sheath."

"It is something that they can do because they do not feel pain."

The inquisitors frowned at once.

However, only Hart and the archbishop noticed something odd.

‘They aren’t keeping their swords in their bodies just for show.’

‘What's that ominous energy coming out of their chests...’

They noticed a murky and nauseating energy coming out of the death knights’ chests.

The energy soon gathered in the death knights’ swords.

"It's not the energy of the demons, but it smells disgusting, so is it perhaps death energy?"

"I agree with you, Sir." The archbishop nodded. Death was sacred by nature. Whenever someone died, they would go over to the side of the god they were following, so death wasn’t entirely a sad thing for religious people.

‘But that's…’

How should it be described? It was stepping on divinity. The archbishop had no choice but to define it that way.

"You forcefully manipulated the energy...