To Hell with Being a Saint, I’m a Doctor
Chapter 84: Guarding The Border (3)

Ray had predicted that the troops defending the border would be under pressure.

Their steps had already retreated to the last point, leaving them no choice but to choose defense.

Knight Commander Heor let out a melancholic voice.

“Ugh… Are we forced into defense after all…”

Even the other paladins drooped their shoulders at his mumbling.

Now that it had come to defense, there was nothing to do but hold out for time.

They had contacted all the kingdoms on the continent, expecting that support troops would arrive soon.

What they particularly believed in was the support of the Lesian Empire’s army.

Claimed to be the strongest nation on the continent, their combat power was considerable.

The cavalry executed brilliant tactics, and the skilled knights supported them.

In the rear, the mage legion that could collapse the enemy lines was stationed, so if they came as support troops, it would feel like a tremendous force had been gained.

If they could hold out for about one more day, the Lesian Empire’s army would arrive.

Then, they could somewhat deal with these undead.

That was what Heor was aiming for.

“If we can buy time, we can hold out the border no matter what.”

In order to do that, he needed to lead a favorable battle in defense.

He shouted to the archers.

“Don’t be stingy with holy water on the arrowheads! The undead climbing the walls will be taken care of by the paladin order!”

“Yes, sir!”

“Understood!”

With resounding answers, the undead that kept pouring in tried to break down the gate.

However, the gate was very solid, and did not break easily.

Thankfully, the sheer number of useless undead prevented monsters with the power to break the gate from approaching it.

The undead warriors began climbing the walls.

For distant undead or flying undead, archers intercepted them, and the paladins and guards blocked the approaching undead.

Indeed, it was a textbook defensive arrangement.

But the undead were not easy opponents.

Flying monsters and banshees seized the undead knights and warriors, then began dropping them over the walls.

The formation quickly fell apart.

Members of the Holy Temple scrambled in panic, while the paladins attempted to abandon their posts to fight the undead.

Only the guards held their positions, defending the walls.

Among them was a Death Knight.

The Death Knight’s power was formidable. It wasn’t just strength, but the sword that enveloped everything around in dark energy was challenging to counter.

Only an intermediate or higher aura user could face its sword.

Heor positioned himself in front of a Death Knight charging towards the Holy Temple.

“Where do you think you’re going!”

Bang!

When the swords were meant to clash, an explosion-like shockwave sounded.

The Death Knight, seemingly irritated by the obstruction, swung its sword at an unnatural speed for its size.

Swoosh! Swooosh!

At the terrifying speed, Heor gasped and stepped back from the sword imbued with dark energy.

The dark energy was so dense that he dared not lift his sword to block.

Was this the Death Knight commanded by the Necromancer? Its strength was indescribable.

If one entity was this powerful, what would happen if another one arrived!

The situation was too horrifying to even contemplate.

Heor imbued his sword with holy power and faced the Death Knight’s dark energy.

Boom!

The air exploded, creating a brisk wind.

“How dare these undead creatures challenge the nation established by the gods!”

Furious, he lifted his bastard sword and cleaved the body of the Death Knight.

Swoosh!

He felt the impact in his hand, indicating that the hit had landed.

The Death Knight’s body was slightly sliced along with its armor.

The holy power permeated the Death Knight’s body, purifying the cut area.

“Kuaaaa!”

With a terrifying scream, the Death Knight looked at Heor with eyes filled with pain.

The red gleaming eyes radiated immense pressure.

Feeling the intensified dark magic, Heo-eor spat out the blood that had pooled in his mouth.

“Cough, Ptu!”

‘I guess I reached my limit…’

Having moved recklessly before properly defending himself, various parts of his body had already been sliced by the undead.

By then, the dark magic was seeping into his body, which he barely managed to fend off with his holy power.

However, just then, because he had forcibly infused holy power into his sword, the dark magic began to spread throughout his body again.

At that rate, he probably wouldn’t have lasted an hour.

Screams and various voices rang out from everywhere.

“Why hasn’t the saint arrived yet!”

“The border to Celonia is quite a distance! He’ll probably arrive by tomorrow!”

“If he comes tomorrow, we’ll all be dead!”

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Voices cursing the saints and holy women echoed here and there.

They had never been helpful in dire situations.

God’s representative? Believing in saints? They were nowhere to be found when most needed.

With their cries, three Death Knights climbed over the walls and entered.

“Kraaa!”

With an earth-shaking roar, the Death Knights charged towards them.

The overwhelming strength imbued with dark magic. With a single swing of their swords, three paladins lost their lives.

Then there were four Death Knights.

How could they possibly have held off such a difference in forces?

Wait until the reinforcements from the Lecian Empire arrived tomorrow? That was just nonsense.

What about tomorrow? They probably couldn’t last the next 20 minutes in the current situation, let alone until tomorrow!

The banshees screamed in the sky, and the Death Knights roared in front of them.

In addition to the undead trying to break the city gates and the endless stream of monsters.

In that desperate situation, death seemed to be the only option left.

The majority of people had given up on life and were blankly staring at the Death Knights.

Their will to survive had already been broken.

The Death Knights roared, leaving behind the afterimage of their red eyes as they charged at them like beasts.

They thought they would lose their lives faster than the speed at which the Death Knights were charging at them.

They tightly closed their eyes, awaiting death. Soon, they expected to hear the terrifying sound of their necks being sliced.

“……”

“……”

Whoosh!

However, instead of the expected gruesome sound, only the sound of the wind whirred in their ears.

Time passed, but they felt no pain.

By then, their heads should have fallen to the ground.

They cautiously opened their eyes.

The Death Knights were gone, and all that was left was a young man with dazzlingly white hair fluttering in the wind.

Ray lifted his head and looked outside the castle gate.

“There are damn too many.”

A cold smile formed on his lips as he looked at the corpses around him.

“Huh?”

When the Death Knights suddenly stopped responding, the old man in a brown robe tilted his head in confusion.

“It’s strange… They shouldn’t have stopped responding.”

He sprinkled magic again, but still, there was no response.

Could someone have eliminated the Death Knights?

Such a thought crossed his mind in an instant, but he shook his head.

That was impossible.

No matter how strong a Swordmaster was, it was impossible to eliminate four Death Knights in an instant.

The old man, thinking it was not a big deal, once again raised the corpses and resurrected the undead.

Sssrkkk!

Along with the sound of something growing from the ground, the undead appeared as if they had always been there.

An infinite army, a tireless force.

Was there a more fitting word for this?

No, there wasn’t. Then and always, his undead army would leave its name in history.

Just like the Necromancer of the previous generation who ended the magic era.

“Saint, Saint?”

“How… How did we reach the border already…?”

They mumbled in disbelief.

Before they could receive a response, Ray began giving orders.

“Forget that, the Holy Knights sorted out the injured immediately. The priests and clerics treated the injured as soon as they appeared. The guards protected the Holy Platform from then on.”

As the orders poured out like a machine gun, the captains couldn’t say anything and responded.

“Ah, understood.”

“What are you doing! Move now! The Saint arrived!”

Everyone began moving in an orderly manner.

It wasn’t surprising that they moved so swiftly upon seeing Ray.

That was because the divine power floating around Ray’s body was in an uncontrolled state.

As he generously spread the divine power he usually suppressed, anyone around him could feel his divine power.

The tremendous divine power that made their skin tingle boosted their morale.

Just a moment before, they were cursing at Ray and Iriel, but then they became his loyal followers with the arrival of their dependable reinforcement.

Heor and Bael, the commanders of the Holy Platform, asked Ray worriedly.

“Saint, pardon me, but if we directed our forces to treat the injured, we wouldn’t be able to stop the undead army.”

“Yes, it would have been better to hold out until the reinforcements from other kingdoms arrived than to care for the injured.”

They bowed their heads and lowered their bodies as if apologizing.

Ray shook his head in response.

“Did the situation look urgent?”

“Yes?”

“What do you mean by…?”

As they asked, Ray pointed at the surroundings with his chin.

Heor and Bael looked around and realized that it was much quieter than before.

Then, they realized something.

‘The Banshees… they were gone…’

‘The undead climbing the walls had disappeared…?’

Numerous questions were absorbed by the overwhelming divine power radiating from Ray’s body.

Ray smirked at their astonished expressions.

“Just take care of the injured.”

Saying that, he leaped down from the city wall.

It was at least 10 meters high, but he jumped down without hesitation.

They didn’t know, but Ray had trained countless times in the elf village.

Compared to the height of Aira’s house, 10 meters was nothing.

Ray stepped towards the undead trying to break down the gate.

Divine power wafted towards them.

“Kreeek!”

“Kraaaak!”

Screams, as if their throats were being cut, rang out.

The undead warriors and knights that had been so tough during the battle melted away as they approached Ray.

Ray took another step.

The Banshees floating in the air shed tears of blood and died on the spot.

Those watching from the city wall shook with admiration at his grandeur.

Was this the Saint? Truly, he was a figure worthy of being called God’s representative.

No undead could pass behind his back.

Was this what it meant to be protected by God? In front of his overwhelming divine power, those watching from the city wall swallowed their saliva.

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