Martial Online.



"Throughout Heaven and Earth, there is no greater power than your holiness."

Zealous worshippers prostrated in front of the altar with fervent-looking expressions.

They sat up, pointed their hands towards the ceiling, which had long window panes with an image of God's hand, and then prostrated again.

A dreamy echo resounded across the church as the fervent followers of the divine powers chanted their god's name.

A smiling priest watched the worship ceremony from the second floor. 

His hands were covered with the loose sleeves as he wore an alb over his cassock. It was a loose, white, ankle-length tunic.

Thud, thud—heavy footsteps came from the stairs. The priest didn't turn his head, even though the footsteps approached him loudly.

"God's Paladin, you have returned." The priest smiled with arched eyebrows. He looked like he was always smiling. "How was the business in Amaterasu?"

"The culprits of the Tonshen incident have been apprehended and brought to justice. They won't get to smell the sweet scent of fresh air ever again." The so-called God's Paladin said. 

He was a broad-shouldered man with a golden shield and longsword on his back.

He had striking blond hair and glowing golden eyes that seemed to radiate with divine power.

"Good, good, we won't let evildoers escape our justice." The priest said and then clapped his hands. 

All the fervent followers stood up, turned around 180 degrees, bowed towards the upstairs where the priest and God's Paladin were, and then left the church to continue their everyday lives.

"The crime rate has had a massive rise ever since the appearance of these players," God's Paladin said with a deep frown. "They are a powerful asset against the evil Dark Continent, but their actions in our own land have caused great concern and unrest."

"That is indeed a problem." The priest said without acting like it would be alright. He looked at the golden-eyed man and asked. "What do you want to do about it?"

"We have to give them a warning that we don't accept mindless violence." God's Paladin said and crossed his toned arms. "I received a message from the Holy Father. There will come a time when we can punish the evildoers more effectively."

"Good, good. We must trust in the Holy Father." The priest smiled and looked at the window panels showing the mighty God's hand. 

He drew a cross on his chest and whispered. "Throughout Heaven and Earth, there is no greater power than your holiness."

...

"Hello, do you have Restoration Gel on sale?" Ambrose approached the clinic's front desk. 

There was a dirty-haired man flipping through a magazine. He lifted his fatigued eyes and nodded.

"How much?" Ambrose asked.

"500." The dirty-haired man replied, and Ambrose nodded, then placed a brown pouch worth 500 silvers on the desk. 

After that, he received his Restoration Gel.

'It sure is a small bottle.' Ambrose thought while easily holding it in a single palm. He wondered how long it would last until he had to purchase a new one. 

However, he was still glad that he now had a cure for the loss of limbs.

Ding—the bell chimed as he left the clinic and entered the cobblestone streets.

Ambrose took a deep breath and stored the Restoration Gel inside his inventory. 

He then took a look at the church that was right beside the clinic. 

He saw that it was adorned with intricate stained glass windows and a towering spire.

'What should I do now?' He wondered as he began walking past the church, following the path of the wind that carried leaves with it. 'Maybe I should leave Lowceiling and try the Merchant Whistle. That sounds like a plan.'

The sky was blue, the sun was covered by clouds, and the wind was rather chilly. It seemed like a good day to go for a long walk. 

He didn't want to stay in Lowceiling longer than necessary and thought about trying Merchant Whistle outside the town, then continued moving deeper into the Light Continent.

After deciding what to do, Ambrose put his hands on his trousers pockets and moved along the road.

"Kyaa!"

A single scream behind him stopped Ambrose in his tracks.

Spurt!

A hole appeared in his shoulder as a green-colored arrow pierced through it. His arm began rotting away, exposing decaying flesh and bone. 

His arm disappeared into thin air as if it had never existed.

The shock and disbelief overwhelmed him, making him unable to react for the time being.

"Ambroseee!" A shriek sounded behind him.

'Who?!' Ambrose turned around and saw a grinning figure leaping at him with a bow and arrow. 

His eyes widened as they shared glances with the pair of exotic purple eyes. "It's you..."

The surrounding pedestrians screamed and scattered in all directions.

"Ha!" Redheart leaped around like an acrobat with rubber-like limbs. She then smashed her leg down from a very awkward angle.

Ambrose blocked the kick with his last remaining hand and groaned loudly. 

The numbness spread around his entire arm as if he had slept the whole night over his left arm, causing it to be numb for several dozen minutes until the blood returned.

"Ohohoh, Alice's pet is able to block, it seems. Good boy!" 

Redheart reeled in her leg and delivered a powerful horse kick at Ambrose's gut, sending him flying through a stained glass window.

Sliding a few meters on the floor, Ambrose crashed into a wooden shelf, and several heavy books fell on his body. 

However, he didn't react and blankly looked at the ceiling.

'Zahhak already found me? Are they all at Lowceiling? Is this my end? Can I escape? Should I shout for help? What should I do?'

As the panic began setting in, the window fell apart as Redheart jumped into the store with an ear-to-ear grin.

"I am so happy that I was the one to find you!" Redheart held her chest and squeezed her right breast with an ecstatic look. "You have no idea how happy I am. I will have some fun with you before sending a message to Cerberus.

"Oh boy, he has been a very angry boy as of late, hehehe." Redheart grabbed Ambrose by his hair and whispered into his ear, "You're in for a wild ride."

'Wait, that means he is not here? She is alone?' Ambrose's heartbeat resounded in his ear as he realized that there was still a chance.

"Eat my shoe, good boy." Redheart smashed Ambrose's head into the floor and pushed her shoe into his mouth forcefully. Her cheeks flushed in pink as she looked like she was in the edge of orgasm. "Good, good boy."

Ambrose felt like puking, with teardrops appearing in the corner of his eyes. He tasted mud and leather and vomit, not necessarily in that order. It was one of the most disgusting experiences he had ever had.

"Yeah, just like that..." Redheart whispered with a sinister grin on her face.

Grab—Ambrose lifted his last remaining hand and grabbed her hand that held on to his hair. 

She shook her head with a grin and smashed her boot deeper into his mouth, thinking he would let go.

As she expected, Ambrose let go, but suddenly he smashed his fist into her leg, grabbed her feet, and forced the boot out of his mouth. 

He then smashed his fist towards her face, but she effortlessly blocked it with her guard.

"You are not a good boy; you are a bad one." Redheart lifted her leg and smashed it against Ambrose's groin.

Ambrose's eyes bulged with saliva flying out of his mouth. He staggered backwards after getting his manhood attacked by the crazy woman. 

He felt like crying and falling to his knees, but with his last willpower, he stayed standing.

"You... bitch." He venomously said and pulled out his Black Sword from the scabbard. His eyes were blood-red, and a sadistic grin appeared on his face. "I am going to crush you!"

"Oh?" Redheart grinned, unfazed by his threats. "Alice didn't discipline you enough, it seems. No worries; I will discipline you in her place."

Without further ado, she jumped backwards and released a flurry of green-colored arrows. 

They were poisonous arrows that corrupted everything they touched.

"Basic Parry!" Ambrose screamed, and he quickly raised his sword to block the incoming arrows.

The streets emptied as the frightened townspeople left the area. The sound of fighting even reached the front yard of the church.