The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped - Chapter 120
120 – 120. Divine Descent (2)
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The beams of divine power that began at the cathedral of the archangels soared into the sky, as if they would reach the Celestial Realm.
The door began to slowly open.
Soon, the door connecting to the Celestial Realm would open, and the Seraph would descend.
The Seraph.
It refers to the First Archangel who serves the One True God.
What exactly does Maximilian hope to gain from the Seraph that has descended into the mortal realm? My suspicion deepened as I observed Maximilian, who was gazing at the beams of light with a meaningful expression.
“I will kill the Seraph that has descended into the mortal realm.”
Recognizing the question directed at him, Maximilian spoke.
At that, Edanant and Jebeline stared at him with wide eyes.
—Damn it! He left without a word and has completely lost his mind!
“Are you saying you want to kill the Seraph, the chief of the archangels? It’s like declaring war on the One True God!”
The act of murdering an angel was a grave sin, a rebellion against the One True God and the pinnacle of heresy.
Moreover,
Maximilian was targeting the Seraph.
From the very beginning, Maximilian had approached the cardinals with the intent to kill the heavenly messenger. As this realization dawned on Jebeline, she felt a chill run down her spine, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
Ordinary mortals could hardly even imagine such a thing.
Even the countless villains recorded in the scriptures never dared to entertain the delusion of killing a Seraph.
—So the Seraph, who seeks to descend into the mortal realm, is behind this incident?
“Yes.”
—The shadowy figure behind it will surely bring lasting repercussions. Perhaps it’s time to confirm their identity.
“Be careful, Ethan. The opponent is the Seraph, the chief of the archangels.”
As Maximilian added this, Edanant shrugged his shoulders and replied.
Without a hint of hesitation, Jebeline, who was watching the Hohenberg brothers plotting their rebellion against the One True God from the shadows, let out a groan and pressed her temples.
She stepped toward the radiant halo of light.
At that moment, the heavens began to open, stained with divine power, as if the very fabric of the world was being torn apart.
* * *
The reason the cardinals of the Holy Kingdom could plan their coup while excluding the Holy Boern was that the Seraph of the heavenly realm was behind it.
The great divine will had descended.
In that case, those who followed the One True God would only submit.
They had drawn the saint who sealed the calamity of famine into their sanctuary. Soon, the pious Seraph would descend to carry out judgment in preparation for the end of the world.
“Ooh…!”
“O great Seraph, Belashiel!”
The cardinals, dressed in crimson robes, knelt in worship. Perhaps captivated by the brilliance of divine power, which expanded and contracted like the throes of life, they recited prayers, displaying their devout faith.
The gates of heaven were opening.
Soon, the great Seraph would descend.
Though the hero Maximilian had betrayed them, causing a disruption in their plans, it was merely a minor setback. Now, the Seraph would descend to purify the impure apostates.
Thus, even after hearing the devastating news that the black cardinal and the invincible sword had retreated, the cardinals expressed strong anticipation toward the halo of light.
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A thunderous roar echoed, as if the very heavens and earth were being torn asunder.
And as the gates of the Celestial Realm opened, the leader of the archangels revealed themselves.
– I have descended to respond to the call of the lambs seeking protection.
It was difficult to gaze directly due to the bright halo enveloping their entire being.
However, as the radiance began to gradually dissipate, I was able to behold the sacred majesty of the Seraph.
– Are the foul calamities once again coveting the throne of the One True God? Truly, it is a lamentable affair…
A woman, her vivid orange hair reminiscent of a sunset, spread her four pairs of wings wide and spoke in a solemn voice.
Seraphim Belashiel.
The adopted daughter of the Earth Mother and the leader of the archangels.
The hero of the Celestial Realm who had vanquished the calamities of famine at the behest of the One True God.
The Seraph, clad in resplendent armor adorned with platinum, raised her sharp spear. The ominous energy of the calamities defiling the sanctuary was captured in her glass-like eyes.
“I have bound the calamities of famine as commanded by the Seraph!”
“Please judge the witch of calamities who deceived the Holy One and mocked the devout believers!”
The cardinals of the Holy Kingdom shouted with fervent voices.
In response, Belashiel nodded and donned her platinum helmet like a knight preparing for battle.
* * *
Nausea surged within me.
A dreadful bloodlust rose to the point of overwhelming my reason.
There was no doubt.
As the gates of the Celestial Realm opened, the celestial enemy had descended.
Edenant, drawn by the instinctive repulsion, unleashed a barrage of siege weapons numbering in the hundreds towards the direction of the Seraph’s descent.
Kwah-aaang!
Kwah-kwah-kwah-kwah-kwah!!!
Surely, the leader of the archangels would not fall in a single blow. That was merely an optimistic expectation.
This was a greeting.
And merely a signal announcing the declaration of war.
As if to prove this, a divine force shaped like the wings of a raptor surged forth, countering the barrage. Witnessing the Seraph’s unwavering stance against the calamities of war, Edenant revealed his intent.
– I shall send you back, Seraph.
– Calamity of war! The true instigator of tyranny is undoubtedly you!
The calamities, marked in black and pure white, clashed with the Seraph, both exuding bloodlust.
Kugugung-.
All the structures within the sanctuary trembled at once.
This was because the divine essences of the God of Calamity and the God of Creation clashed, carving into the very foundation of the sanctuary.
If the collisions continue, it will eventually collapse.
Yet, Edanant and Belasiel did not cease their clash, even knowing this.
– It seems the Earth Mother is anxious enough for the Archangel to descend personally? If all the calamities of innocence are resurrected, the Fat One will have no choice but to clear their throne.
– Shut your mouth! How dare you insult the One True God before the Archangel!
They quelled war and famine.
And plunged death into eternal rest.
The calamity that had gracefully evaded the divine wrath of the One True God was solely war. Thus, Belasiel sought to topple the calamity of war, which was akin to the root of all evil, by unleashing his divinity.
– You’d do well not to focus solely on me.
– What?
As Edanant widened the distance, bolts of lightning erupted in a cacophony, striking down upon the Archangel. Caught off guard, Belasiel swallowed his breath and retreated.
He turned his head toward the direction from which the lightning had come.
There stood a girl with flowing silver hair, expressing a hatred that flickered like sulfurous flames.
The calamity of famine.
To be precise, it was a vessel containing the calamity of famine.
Could it be the manifestation of hatred born from reuniting with the relentless enemy who had reduced her to a puppet of the One True God?
The calamity of famine, which had existed as a guardian dragon protecting the Kingdom of Seonghwang, began to reveal its murderous intent through Jebeline. A thunderous roar, as if expressing emotions intensified to their limit, pounded against his eardrums.
‘Fortunately, the calamity of famine has not fully manifested. It seems only a part of its divine essence has instinctively emerged for a moment. In that case, I can afford to hold back the calamity of famine for now.’
Unlike Ludmila, who had awakened as a servant of calamity, Jebeline was merely temporarily consumed by the calamity of famine. The fact that she still maintained her reason spoke volumes.
The vessel of famine could be postponed for a while.
Belasiel’s gaze returned to Edanant.
– O most heinous reaper born of war, I shall deliver divine punishment in place of the Supreme One True God.
As the Archangel raised his holy spear, an immense divine power surged, taking form as hundreds of weapons.
Edanant deployed his muskets to counter this.
The numbers were not lacking.
If they were to collide like this, they would achieve parity.
Weapons flew through the air, and muskets erupted in flames as an all-out war unfolded. As if to prove the equality of their disparity, both Belasiel and Edanant remained unscathed.
‘These are no ordinary weapons. Could they be the sacred armaments bestowed by the One True God? Just looking at them is enough to evoke a sense of disgust, resembling the Staff of the White Night.’
The Archangel’s sacred armaments bore an unsettling resemblance to the Staff of the White Night. Surely, Beatrice’s sacred armament must have been a replica crafted to mimic the Archangel’s holy spear.
If that’s the case, the original Holy Lance of Platinum must possess the same ability as the King’s Scepter of the White Night, granting eternal rest to the innocent from the calamity of wrongful accusations.
– I’ll borrow the provocation from just a moment ago. It would be wise not to focus solely on the Holy Lance.
As Bellashiel gestured, a pure white radiance flashed, and countless weapons appeared.
Swords. Shields. Axes. Bows. Maces, and so on.
Numerous weapons spewed forth flames of divinity, as if begging to be wielded.
Edanant, witnessing the scene unfolding before him, let out a heavy sigh. Just like the Holy Lance, all the weapons guarding Bellashiel were sacred artifacts created to seal away the calamity of the innocent.
– I heard from Mother. You, playing with a woman’s heart to resurrect the calamity of famine!
– How rude. Sun-ae.
To be precise, it wasn’t Sun-ae, but…
With beautiful princesses included, a harem was being formed.
Edanant responded to Bellashiel’s scolding with a brazen voice.