Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

The paladins took a second to register what had happened.

A man had jumped from the second floor to their level. How had this individual managed to enter the building without opening the front gates? Why didn't the paladin at the front gates alert them that an individual had gotten so close? Was he perhaps dead?

A second later, they all charged at Zaroth with their swords raised high.

It was clear that the white-haired man wasn't a believer, and as such, there was no doubt in their minds that it was a threat.

One that needed to be eliminated as fast as humanly possible, as it could pose a danger to the three priestesses.

Zaroth's eyes widened for a moment. The instant the three priestesses began their prayers, the paladins surged into motion, moving at twice the speed they had just a moment before.

Taking hold of his daggers firmly in his hands, he brought them to his side as he smiled darkly.

"This will be interesting," he muttered under his breath.

In a blink of an eye, there were already three paladins upon him.

Forcing his foot to move faster than it should have been possible, he managed to dodge their strikes, although it was a close call.

He didn't even have a second of rest, however, as there was already a paladin on the place he had dodged into.

Seeing the giant sword heading toward his direction, Zaroth grimaced as he used his daggers to block the paladin's strike.

A shockwave spread around his body, it was clear that the paladins weren't just two times faster than normal due to the spells the priestesses were casting, but two times stronger as well.

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Seeing a kick directed toward his ribs, Zaroth managed to twist his body and put one of his arms in the way with the intention to take the hit.

He was sent flying, and a second later, he collided with the wall.

Wearing a light armor under his robe was clearly the right move, as it managed to protect his back somewhat, leaving him with just a light bruise.

Knowing that it was a bad idea to try and rest, he opened his mouth and let out a fire breath while firing two fireballs from each of his hands.

Sadly, the spells didn't seem to have much of an effect, as the fireballs disappeared upon contact with the paladins' armor, while his fiery breath was rendered useless as well.

With a grimace, he tried to take a step back as he was surrounded on all sides, only for his foot to hit the wall behind him.

He was cornered.

'You sure that you don't need help?' Luna's voice echoed in his mind.

He didn't need a time to think before responding, 'Yeah, I am just fine on my own.'

Honestly, it was a humbling experience, one that he desperately needed. It was clear that his powers were going to his head, and he was beginning to act arrogant, but in this situation, as he was surrounded by the seven paladins that were empowered by the priestesses' prayers, he literally had his back against the wall, cornered.

It was a reminder that he had so much more growth to achieve.

In this situation, a sane person would have displayed despair, or at least some degree of nervousness.

And yet, before he realized it, Zaroth's mouth had turned into a menacing smile.

One of the paladins' eyes widened as realization hit him.

The seven paladins had surrounded the man who had just infiltrated the church, but in doing so… they had left the priestesses alone.

Without hesitating, he turned his whole body toward the three priestesses, only for his eyes to widen in shock.

There was one woman with crimson eyes and hair, with bared fangs into one of the priestesses.

The other was being torn apart by a pack of wolves, led by a larger, more formidable one.

And the last one was already dead, as a panther with dark fur stood above her corpse.

A second later, the overwhelming power that the paladins were feeling disappeared. Their faces darkened as realization hit them that the priestesses were already dead.

"Not too shabby of a plan, no?" Zaroth muttered under his breath.

His plan was simple. He was going to jump from one side of the balcony and attract the attention of the paladins. They would surely all move toward him with the intention to attack.

Meanwhile, Midnight and his beasts would jump down from the other side of the room.

At that point, the paladins would be too far away from the priestesses, who were already facing Zaroth, meaning that they wouldn't sense the attack until it was too late.

And as a result, the priestesses were dead.

The only problem was that Zaroth was surrounded by the paladins, and he would need to hold them off for a few seconds until his beasts and Midnight arrived.

"Let's see what you've got," he muttered, dashing toward the closest paladin.

His main goal should have been defense, but as everybody knew, there wasn't a better defense than attack.

Now that the paladins weren't empowered as the priestesses were dead, their reaction time was slowed, and he had lunged toward one of the paladins who had his back against him.

As a result, before anybody could reach Zaroth, his daggers had already pierced the man's throat, killing him on the spot.

Zaroth's eyes narrowed like hunters as he suddenly got a deeper understanding of how to use his demonic skills.

Shifting his gaze to the next target, he smiled darkly.

"One down, six more to go."

The remain paladins took a step backward, trying to compose themselves as they had just seen their comrade be killed in cold blood.

But Zaroth wasn't going to be nice enough to give them time to rest, as he lunged toward his next target.

Meanwhile, Midnight and Zaroth's beasts were just seconds away from joining the fight.

The paladins gulped audibly as the possibility that they would all die came to them.

They had been serving the church and the gods for so long, and their lives would end as two individuals—one a Beast Master and the other a vampire—were going to use them to gain even more strength.

At this moment, a thought came into their minds, a doubt about what they had been doing their whole lives.

Had they perhaps been mistaken to believe in the gods?

Had they... wasted their entire lives?