My Charity System made me too OP

Chapter 157 Divine Ruins II

On Milim's side, her Blood Grand Knight roared as he cleaved through undead in rapid succession, his greatsword absorbing the essence of the fallen, making him even more monstrous in power. His very presence caused the battlefield to tremble, and each of his swings shattered the sound barrier.

The Dark Grand Knight, in contrast, moved like a ghostly executioner, teleporting from shadow to shadow, cutting down even the elite Death Lich guards before they could react. However, the Prophet watched from his throne of bones, his skeletal fingers forming intricate symbols in the air.

Suddenly, the battlefield froze.

A blinding golden sigil appeared in the sky, covering the ruins in an oppressive, divine light.

The Prophet grinned, his decayed face stretching grotesquely. "You fools think you can stand against the true will of faith? Even if I am false, faith itself is a power you cannot erase!"

The sigil exploded, sending out divine purification waves, attempting to erase all unnatural existences—including the summons.

From their vantage point, Milim clicked her tongue. "Tch, annoying. If this light wipes out our summons, we'll be forced to fight personally."

Leon, however, smirked. "Not necessarily."

He raised his hand, and a pulse of Origin Mana spread out from his body, forming a barrier of absolute neutrality—a concept-defying shield that negated both divine and necrotic energy alike. The purification wave broke against it like waves crashing upon an immovable cliff.

"Not bad," Roselia mused, her golden eyes gleaming. "But we still need to do something about that Death Lich. As long as it exists, the undead won't stop reviving."

Roman cracked his knuckles. "Then why don't we kill it ourselves?"

Leon chuckled. "Because this is our summons' fight. If they can't handle an opponent like this, then we'll never be able to reach the next level of power."

Milim nodded. "Fine. But if they start losing, I'm stepping in."

Leon shrugged as he looked at his summons. "Hmm, undead with holy magic immunity... I wonder if I can get something like that," he mumbled as he gazed at the Prophet undead.

Soon, his summons had cleared out the normal Arch Liches, who were most likely former Archbishops and high-ranking priests of the church. This left only the Death Lich—the Pope or Prophet—the true boss of this dungeon.

Leon snapped his fingers, recalling his summons. The boss had a modified trait that prevented any damage from their attacks. He practically just sat there, unaffected, while Leon's and Milim's summons attacked him at full force—but nothing happened.

"I guess we have to do it ourselves," Leon said as they nodded.

"No, I'm doing it alone," he added, stepping forward.

Roselia and Roman shrugged, calmly lying on the bed of stone, while Naval protested. However, Lilian covered her mouth and dragged her back. Millim, without saying anything, just sat back as well.

"Now, what should I use?" Leon mumbled, eyeing the Prophet. The undead was clad in white and gold robes, with a strange sigil embroidered like a badge on his chest. He stared at Leon, his golden flames flickering within his hollow eye sockets.

"Do you wish to change me, mortal?" the Prophet asked, his voice eerily calm.

Leon smirked. "Change you? Don't overestimate yourself." He cracked his neck and continued, "To me, you're nothing but an ant I can crush effortlessly."

The Prophet Priest slowly stood up, golden aura flaring around him. "You dare to defy the Saint of the Mother of Light?" he asked, his presence growing heavier.

Leon simply stared at him and said, "Yes. I'm going to smack you."

With that, he summoned his Axe of Annihilation.

The massive axe materialized in his hand, landing with a thunderous impact on the ground. The sheer weight of the weapon caused deep cracks to form beneath it, showing just how terrifying its raw power was.

Silence followed.

Millim and the others, who had been casually watching from the side, blinked in surprise.

Naval let out a low whistle. "Damn," she muttered.

Lilian grinned, stretching her arms. "He's always so brutally efficient."

Roselia yawned. "Hmph. Took him long enough."

As the dust settled, the Prophet was revealed—half of his body missing, golden fire leaking from his wounds. He barely clung to existence.

Leon walked toward him, dragging his axe along the ground.

"This isn't possible..." the Prophet wheezed.

Leon crouched down, staring into the flickering flames of his enemy's hollow eyes.

"You talk too much," Leon said with a smirk.

Then, with one final swing, he erased the Prophet from existence.

With his death, only a few drops appeared this time, unlike before.

The first item was Light Faith [Pope's Robes], a holy attire designed for priest-type classes. However, none of them specialized in such magic, making it useless to their group.

The second item was a skill book titled "Word of Charisma." It was a legendary skill that granted its wielder the power to make others listen and obey when they spoke.

"He probably used this skill to build his empire," Leon mused as the others nodded in agreement.

"Now, let's get out of here," he said, stretching.

With that, they left the Divine Ruins after completely destroying them.

Though, as always, the ruins would rebuild themselves within 24 hours.

As they left the Divine Ruins, the group stepped onto the worn stone pathway leading back to the city. The air was thick with the lingering remnants of holy energy, but Leon barely spared it a glance. The ruins would restore themselves soon, like a cycle doomed to repeat itself.

Millim stretched, letting out a yawn. "That took longer than expected," she muttered.

Naval, still brushing dust off her rapier, scoffed. "More like someone decided to solo the boss instead of letting us help."

Lilian chuckled, crossing her arms. "Not that it mattered. He handled it just fine."

Roselia and Roman walked slightly ahead, engaged in their own conversation.

"This skill book is broken," Roselia commented, flipping through the Word of Charisma book. "If someone weak had it, they could still control an entire kingdom."

Roman nodded. "It's a weapon in the wrong hands. You keeping it?"

Leon glanced at her and shrugged. "I'll hold onto it for now. Might be useful."

As they neared the city gates, the warm glow of lanterns and streetlights came into view. The city was still bustling despite the late hour, with merchants closing their stalls and adventurers lounging in taverns. The air smelled of roasted meat, ale, and fresh bread, a sharp contrast to the cold, eerie ruins they had just left.