“Did they already die?” High in the sky, Eren looked at the stone block that was lying in the middle of one of the maze passages.
There were no signs of the members of the Holy Church, as if they had been buried under the stone.
“I didn’t get any experience. To think that not even one of them died.” Eren knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to kill the Cardinals. Still he was surprised that it didn’t even kill a single bishop.
He looked at the stone block that was lying still on the ground. The block soon started rising in the air, as if it was being picked up by someone.
The stone block rose slowly, revealing the Lead Cardinal who was single handedly pushing it up. There were many Cardinals and bishops beneath it.
The Cardinals looked completely unharmed. They were simply patting the dust off their clothes. It was the seventeen Bishops who were in a worse condition.
They were battered and slightly injured, but there were no serious injuries. At best, some of them were bleeding. They healed their bleeding with their holy auras.
The Lead Cardinal, his silver hair now streaked with dust, locked eyes with Eren, who hovered in the sky like dark omen.
The lead cardinal pushed the giant stone slab aside, his eyes remaining focused on Eren in the sky. His expressions were slightly darker as he observed the human that had traits of a Dragon for some reason.
It looked different from the dragon form that the Sea Dragons were known for. If anything, it looked weaker as the giant bodies of dragons were what made it harder to kill them.
“Is it some half baked sea dragon who can’t even completely transform?” The rude Cardinal asked the lead cardinal while observing Eren.
The third cardinal also appeared surprised but the reason for him was different.
“Wasn’t there a restriction in the dungeon that prevents people from flying? I also tried to fly but I couldn’t. So how can he do that?” he asked.
“What’s there to make a fess about? Won’t be get an answer after we destroy that half baked Dragon? When his life flash before his eyes, he will start telling us about his seven generations, let alone the way to break free of this dungeon’s restriction.”
The rude Cardinal felt not even the slightest of caution against Eren. If it was the Sea Dragon Empress, he would’ve still been careful. But for a dragon who couldn’t even complete his transformation? It was laughable at best.
He pointed a finger at Eren in the sky.
“You, little insect. Come down and start begging for your life, and I might be merciful.”
The corner of Eren’s lips twitched as he heard the words.
“Could his words get any more cliche? I’m not that arrogant when talking to my enemies.” Eren rubbed his forehead, being careful not to use his nails this time.
“From where I’m standing, you look like an insect. Why don’t you come here and make me beg for life?” Eren asked the cardinal who was talking rudely to him.
He didn’t forget to show a middle finger while taunting the person.
The Cardinal didn’t know the meaning of the middle finger, but for some reason, he found it extremely insulting.
“Be careful. I don’t think he is as simple as he looks,” the Lead Cardinal told the other Cardinals, still observing the unfamiliar dragon.
Although it looked like a fledgling dragon who couldn’t even transform properly, he felt like something was really strange about this situation.
His eyes occasionally gazed as stone slab in the distance which was tossed at them.
A normal Dragon couldn’t fly at the speed that the dragon had done while carrying such a heavy object. It was only possible in a complete dragon form as far as he remembered.
Another strange thing he found was that the young dragon didn’t appear even the slightest bit scared. It was as if he was confident about his ability to survive.
Was it simply because he could fly in this place? He wasn’t sure.
“Hmph, there’s no need to give such importance to this insect. I will deal with him and then we will find the Sea Dragon Empress through him.” The other cardinal simply ignored the word of caution he received from others.
He shifted his focus back at Eren, who was carefree in the sky.
“Little brat, you think we can’t do anything to you, simply because you can fly?” As he spoke, a golden rope appeared in his hand, which was his personal treasure.
The rope started shining in a bright golden light as the holy aura was supplied to it.
“You are using your artefacts? It seems that the dragon is truly dead this time.” The third Cardinal smiled as he watched the rope. Even he felt that the lead cardinal was being overly cautious.
In the back, the bishops also looked at the rope in fascination.
“Why is the cardinal so amused by this rope? Is it really that special?” One of them asked.
“You idiot, did you not know such a famous artefact? It was given to Cardinal Yel by the Holy Priestess herself. If one other end of the rope is tossed in someone’s direction, it doesn’t return without catching that person.”
“Moreover, once a person is caught by the rope, their abilities will be weakened by at least fifty percent as long as they stay bound.”
Hearing the explanation, the young bishop was stunned. He never knew that such a treasure existed. In a world where even the slightest bit of strength mattered, weakening your enemy by half could truly be a game changer in battles.
He even felt a little jealous that he didn’t own this treasure instead. If he did, he might have been able to defeat a Cardinal as well.
The Cardinal tossed the sharp end of the rope towards Eren. The rope flew towards Eren like a poisonous snake, slithering in the sky while the other end remained in the Cardinal’s hand.
Soon, the sharp end of the rope caught Eren, wrapping around his right arm like a coiling snake.
