Reincarnated With Three Unique Skills

Aengus tilted his head, a faint smirk playing on his lips as he looked at the two. "Well, well. Isn't this a touching reunion? But I'm sorry; I'm not in the mood to talk to you two right now. See you, Saintess..."

With that, Aengus casually clenched the delicate hand of his feminine disguise, channeling his raw strength. The very air trembled under the sheer weight of his power.

Elyon and the Saintess stood frozen, speechless at the overwhelming energy radiating from him. An ominous premonition gripped their hearts.

"N-No, don't..." Elyon stammered, his face pale.

Without hesitation, the two fled the chamber, taking Valen's unconscious body with them in a desperate bid to escape.

And then—

"BOOOOOOOM!"

Aengus's solid punch landed on the magically reinforced ground, triggering an apocalyptic explosion at the point of impact.

The underground chamber was obliterated, reduced to dust and ash in an instant, including the previously formidable barriers. A significant portion of the Cathedral crumbled from the middle, its foundation shattered.

The rebound force sent Aengus hurtling into the air, but his powerful defensive skills left him unharmed.

Hovering above the Cathedral, Aengus wore an evil smirk as he surveyed the chaos below.

"Until we meet again, Saintess. Farewell, for now," he said, waving mockingly at the enraged duo on the ground.

As he turned to leave, Aengus noticed a formidable figure approaching—the Archbishop of the Cathedral, a powerful level-700 elder.

Without hesitation, Aengus activated his mastery of space laws, vanishing instantly on the sky.

His departure left all the Clergymen, Acolytes, Holy Knights, and Paladins staring in shock and disbelief.

"Sinner!"

The Archbishop, a seemingly seventy-year-old man with an aura of immense power, barked angrily, his voice echoing through the wreckage after failing to catch the imposter.

With clenched fists and gritted teeth, he descended gracefully, landing beside Elyon and the Saintess, his expression dark with fury.

"Lumenaria, Elyon, what are you two doing?" he demanded, his voice sharp and accusatory. "You couldn't even catch an imposter? Look at what they've done! This place has been desecrated!"

Elyon and the Saintess lowered their heads in shame. But what could they do? The culprit was so strong that they wasn't even able to see the culprit's real face.

"Find them!" the Archbishop roared, his commanding tone leaving no room for argument. "Whoever it is—male or female—they must not be allowed to live after committing such a daring and heinous act. How will we show our faces to the world after this?"

His gaze swept over the ruins, his anger barely contained.

"Remember, this is not just an attack on the Cathedral. This is an affront to the gods themselves. Gather every Paladin, every Holy Knight, everyone. Mobilize the city. I want the sinner's head!"

Elyon clenched his fists and nodded firmly. "Understood, Your Eminence. We will not fail this time."

The Saintess looked up, her usual calm demeanor replaced with bone-chilling coldness. "I will personally ensure that this imposter pays for what they've done. I will not let them sully my name. They will not escape divine retribution."

The Archbishop's eyes glinted with righteous fury as he turned to oversee the mobilization, his presence a towering pillar of divine authority amid the devastation.

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Aengus was no longer Aengus—at least, not outwardly.

Rather than fleeing the Cathedral as everyone assumed, he had seamlessly slipped into the role of another Paladin, his disguise flawless and his demeanor impeccable. Blending into the frenzied crowd that was scouring every corner for the imposter, he was a ghost among them.

No one suspected him.

While the others blindly searched for any signs of abnormality that could lead them to the thief, Aengus had a different goal in mind: the rescue of the little girl's mother.

The cells were hidden deep within the Cathedral's lower levels, an area crawling with guards and under constant surveillance. But this only made Aengus's infiltration more exhilarating.

His keen senses allowed him to navigate the labyrinthine passages with ease. The panicked chaos caused by the recent explosion worked in his favor, diverting attention and loosening the usual tight security.

"Go, find that damn thief. How dare he challenge us?"

He passed by groups of Paladins barking orders and Clerics conducting magical scans. None paid him any mind. His stolen identity and the aura of divine authority he carried as a Paladin were his perfect camouflage.

Finally, Aengus reached the dimly lit corridors of the cells. He activated his Appraisal Eye, scanning each prisoner quickly and efficiently. Most of them were ordinary people—rebels, thieves, or unfortunate souls who had crossed the Church in some way. But Aengus's focus was singular.

He muttered to himself as his gaze swept over the bars, "Where are you, lady? I don't have all day..."

Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a faint life signature in a secluded cell at the far end of the corridor.

Aengus used Appraisal and immediately identified the woman. The silver locket around her neck was clearly visible, confirming her identity.

"Who—who are you? I don't know anything... Don't hurt me anymore... "

The injured woman looked at the unfamiliar young man, fear evident in her trembling voice.

"I was sent by your daughter to save you... Now hurry up!" Aengus replied firmly as he began melting the extremely reinforced black metal bars of the cage, which were inscribed with powerful runes.

It struck him as odd. Why was this woman given so much attention, locked away in such a heavily fortified cage? Was it simply because she was affiliated with demons?

Even with his Appraisal, the information on her wasn't enough to clarify his doubts. Something about her imprisonment didn't feel right.

The woman named, Amarian was surprisedd by the sheer power of the young man.

She straightened her posture, becoming worried for her safety.

She couldn't trust a unfamiliar man, just with his mere words alone.

Aengus found it troublesome.

The woman inside still continued to look at him with a mix of fear and confusion.

"I said, your daughter sent me," Aengus reiterated, trying to reassure her. "If you stay here, you'll rot. So, move. Now."

The woman hesitated, her body trembling. "My... my daughter? She's alive?"

"Yes," Aengus replied sharply, keeping his focus on dismantling the cage. "And she's waiting for you. But if we don't leave now, neither of you will see each other again."

As the last of the cage's bars gave way, the woman cautiously stepped out, her frail form almost collapsing before Aengus caught her arm to steady her.

After that Aengus quickly vanished using a space portal.

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