Who Said A Necromancer Can't Be A Priest?-Chapter 59: Pummeling The Priest (3)

The training hall fell into stunned silence as Aaran casually pulled out a revolver. Guns were the Marki Empire's thing, not Runedral's. That's why they were surprised to see one in the academy.

"Wait… is that a gun?" one student whispered.

"Where did he even get that?" another said.

"How is he using that gun? This isn't normal."

The students knew Aaran was a strange case, but this was beyond their imagination. Professor Amelia was the only one who remained silent, watching the duel intently.

You were right about him, teacher. He's too unpredictable, not someone Lady Seraphina should consider as her partner.

Unbeknownst to her, someone was observing her, with their hands resting on their battleaxe.

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"You brat!" the priest hissed.

"Where did your composure go?" Aaran replied, aiming for the priest's other knee.

The shot rang out, but the priest rolled to the side, saving his knee. Despite being a priest, the man knew a thing or two about guns.

The revolver Aaran held only carried six bullets, and he had used two already. As long as the priest dodged the rest, Aaran would be helpless, as he wouldn't let him reload.

But Aaran wasn't worried. Because the priest's knee was injured, he could barely move. It was easy to predict where he would go. But if that plan didn't work, Aaran had a backup.

BANG!

Aaran fired another shot.

The priest moved to the side, but his injured knee slowed him down. For a moment, he smirked, thinking he had dodged the bullet—until a sharp pain shot through his shoulder. The bullet had veered off its path, hitting his shoulder.

"ARGH!"

Aaran smiled.

He knew the gun had flaws and had learned to predict where the bullet would go when it misfired. But the priest didn't know that. To him, it looked like Aaran's weapon could control the bullet's path with magic.

Technically, he isn't wrong. Science looks like magic to them.

The priest clenched his shoulder, glaring at Aaran. This wasn't how the priest had planned for the duel to go. The brat should have been the one struggling against him, not the other way around.

To make things worse, the priest was a brawler. He had no magic or ranged skills. He had to get close to defeat Aaran, but getting close wasn't possible because of the gun.

Just then, he noticed something.

Aaran looked panicked and kept hitting the gun's barrel. Something was stuck in it.

The priest smiled. This was his moment. He had to get close to the boy, no matter what. Without hesitation, he lunged forward, closing the distance in an instant.

Noticing him getting close, Aaran raised his hand and yelled, "Mana Blast!"

The wide-area blast wasn't anything like the priest expected. It tore through his robes, even tore his skin in multiple places. Still, he didn't stop.

He pushed through the pain, driven by sheer will. He launched into Aaran, knocking him down. The revolver flew from Aaran's grasp. Before he could react, the priest locked his arm in an iron grip and twisted.

"You're not escaping this time!" he snarled before twisting it again.

A sickening crack resonated in the hall.

The priest grinned, expecting screams, but there were none. He looked down, hoping to see Aaran writhing in pain and fear. Instead, the brat smiled at him. He didn't even look hurt.

The priest looked down, and sure enough, Aaran's arm was bent at an odd angle. Yet there wasn't an ounce of pain on his face. It was like the boy couldn't feel any pain.

"You're a fool," Aaran whispered, leaning in.

"What—?"

The priest faced him, only to meet Aaran's golden gaze.

The priest's body stiffened, and his grip on Aaran's arm loosened. The hypnosis wasn't entirely effective on the priest, just like in the abbot's case. But it was enough for Aaran to enact the rest of his plan.

Aaran didn't waste time. He kicked the priest away. The priest's mind was hazy, and his movements had gone sluggish. Even the kick from a nine-year-old pushed him back several steps.

Slowly, Aaran got back up, his right hand dangling by his side. He didn't feel any pain, but that didn't mean the arm wasn't broken. The fracture and pain resistances had done what they could, but it reminded him he had to resume working on getting that [Indomitable Body] trait.

For now, let's end this.

He spotted his revolver on the ground and grabbed it with his good hand. The crowd wondered why he was going for a jammed gun. In truth, the weapon was never jammed.

The gun's instant reload function only worked when all bullets were used. Aaran had only used the [Judgment Rounds] so he had to leave the gun to recharge on its own.

Meanwhile, he acted as if the gun was jammed to lure the priest and buy time for the bullets to recharge.

Aaran knew the priest was so hung up on destroying him that he'd hurt him slowly. He bet on that factor to get the priest close and use [Hypnotic Gaze] on him.

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Now, the priest was on his back, fighting back the hypnosis in vain. It'd take minutes for him to recover, more than enough time for Aaran to turn the priest into a living warning for the high priest.

"These are the last words you'll hear before I turn you into a vegetable," Aaran said, smiling. "I'm going to destroy your temples the first chance I get, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Before the priest could say or do anything, Aaran pressed the gun's barrel against the priest's back.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three shots rang out. Each bullet tore through the priest's spine. The priest gasped in pain. His hands twitched for a moment before going still.

However, Aaran wasn't done.

With a cold expression, he lifted his boot and stomped on the priest's fingers repeatedly until he felt them crack, then stomped some more just because.

"That's for Seraphina," Aaran mumbled, ensuring the priest knew why it was happening to him.

Aaran then kneeled down and grabbed the priest's chin, forcing him to look up. Blood dripped from the priest's mouth, but his eyes, free from hypnosis, remained as defiant as ever.

"And this… is a gift," Aaran said, inserting the gun's barrel in the priest's mouth.

He then yanked it as a lever, snapping his lower jaw to the point it would never heal.

The crowd, which had thought the priest had gone overboard, now pitied him. After all, a new demon had appeared before them. One who didn't care about anything but his revenge.

Aaran kicked the priest in the head for good measure before turning to the scoreboard.

Aaran Aurelia: 249.9 points.

"I need to work on my aim."

Without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving the shocked crowd behind.