The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped - Chapter 121
121 – 121. The Descent of the Divine (3)
The radiant weapons unfolded with the sanctity of the Holy Lance.
The musket belched fire as it fired a bullet of calamity.
Countless weapons and bullets rained down, creating a stalemate.
At this rate, it would only lead to a war of attrition.
Judging this, Edanant and Bellashiel expanded their vast divinity in an instant, accelerating their movements.
– I will accept it!
As the Holy Sword and Holy Lance clashed, a fierce melee erupted.
An unmixable cacophony.
It evoked images of ferocious beasts charging to devour one another.
Seizing the opportunity, Edanant shouted “Aldebaran” and attempted an attack. However, the strike of the Holy Sword met the shield dyed in platinum, resulting in a futile outcome.
Creak-!
The circular shield forged of metal intercepted the tip of Aldebaran’s blade.
That wasn’t all.
As the golden divinity radiating from Aldebaran’s blade collided with the Shield of the Seraph, it scattered like dust.
It was clear that this was a sacred artifact with the power to seal divinity and divine beings.
Edanant clicked his tongue as he narrowly parried the lance wielded by Bellashiel.
– You’ve equipped my daughter with all sorts of cheating items! Mother Earth, you damn fool!
– It is to punish the calamity that disrupts the present world.
The holy spear of sealing the demon.
A shield of calming the demon that blocks and nullifies any attack.
There must be other sacred artifacts yet to be revealed that possess damnable powers equivalent to the spear and shield.
Fully armed like a fortress, Bellashiel was akin to an impregnable stronghold. Especially, the spear technique of the Seraphim, characterized by its unpredictable strikes, was on par with Maximilian, the strongest hero of all time.
– Are you not only betraying the sacred trust but also aiming your blade at the Seraphim of the Celestial Realm, you apostate?
Imitating Ilkeron, Maximilian activated the realm of swiftness and approached Bellashiel from behind, wielding Procyon and Altair.
Swoosh-!
However, the whip that struck like a viper failed to land its surprise attack as it deflected the blade.
“…You surely couldn’t have predicted my movements. Could it be a weapon capable of autonomous attacks?”
The realm of swiftness, transcending the limits of speed, even deceived the Seraphim’s sixth sense.
As if to prove this, Bellashiel did not perceive the ambush until the very moment the blade was thrust.
But-.
The Seraphim possessed a convenient sacred artifact that could thwart even attacks he was unaware of.
The binding whip.
The whip, armed with sharp blades, spun around Bellashiel, showcasing its presence.
Autonomous defense that detects any attack.
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And an autonomous counterattack against any enemy that enters its range.
He found himself in a predicament, facing both Edanant and Maximilian simultaneously. Nevertheless, Bellashiel demonstrated overwhelming prowess, skillfully wielding numerous sacred artifacts.
– You say you will kill the Seraphim? At this rate, we’ll be the ones to die first.
“Hmm… This is dangerous.”
– Damn it. I shouldn’t have listened to you.
“Don’t worry. The battle has only just begun.”
In a normal situation, he would have brushed it off as a mere joke.
But now, they were in a life-and-death crisis where all attacks were being blocked.
Had he taken a hard blow to the head?
As he looked at Maximilian, who displayed a bizarre conviction, he suddenly thought.
“I’ll find a way to create a gap somehow. No matter how solid a fortress is, there are always weaknesses, right?”
Jeblin raised the King’s scepter of the Holy Night and spoke.
Witnessing the sacred artifacts eroded by the calamity of hunger, Bellashiel grimaced and spat out in frustration.
– It is the sacred relic bestowed by the Great Mother for her followers! How dare the wicked calamity defile the sacred relic of the Earth Mother!!
“The original owner abandoned it. Therefore, the one who first claimed it is the rightful owner.”
Despite the sharp warning from the Seraph, the saint provocatively jested. And in response to the warning, she extended the holy artifact, summoning a thunderous roar to strike the fortress.
KWAANG!
KWA-KWA-KWA-KWA-KWAANG──!!
Front, back, left, right.
Thunder concentrated from all directions.
As it formed a vortex, it gradually pressed down on the target while hundreds of lightning bolts rained down in a relentless assault. It seemed determined not to stop until it was reduced to ashes, fixating obsessively on the Seraph.
– A meaningless struggle. Do you think a mere half-wit divine being can reach me?
The round shield emitted divine power, swallowing all attacks directed at its user.
Not just attacks.
Even the shockwaves generated by blocking the lightning were being absorbed.
Thunder and lightning accompanied by divinity poured down like a torrential rain, yet Bellashiel remained unscathed. His orange hair, unwavering as if existing in another world, testified to his resilience.
– Innocent calamity. You are nothing but impurities born from the malignancy of humanity. Thus, impurities should be content to crawl on the ground.
Bellashiel set down the holy spear.
And, as if waiting for his turn, he grasped the platinum bow that had been hovering in the air.
– It’s coming, prepare yourself.
“I will take the lead. Ethan, protect the saint.”
Surely, the bow was a cheat item on par with the spear, shield, and whip.
It was difficult to predict the attack.
Maximilian stepped forward while Edanant positioned himself to block with the javelin, preparing for the assault.
“It feels like facing the Demon King of Death again. Doesn’t it, Ethan?”
– How would I know? I left it to the esteemed saint party and dropped out at the final stage.
The bow of extermination.
The Seraph with flowing orange hair gracefully drew the shimmering silver bowstring, aiming the light of destruction at the calamities.
An arrow.
The radiance hanging from the bowstring offered overwhelming terror.
At last, the taut bowstring released the light shaped like an arrow. Edanant and Maximilian swallowed dryly as they raised their sword hilts.
PAANG-.
As the light of destruction left the bowstring, it unraveled its form.
The radiance, returning to its original form, expanded repeatedly until it transformed into a barrage of arrows, nearly thousands in number, covering the air. Facing it, Edanant summoned his divine powers to deploy muskets and siege cannons all at once.
– Damn… This is really driving me crazy.
Can we truly withstand it?
I don’t know.
Even Edanant, who always provided unfounded assurances, showed signs of distress.
The light of destruction descends.
It is the divine punishment delivered by the archangel in place of the One True God.
Maximilian, who had taken the lead, activated the divinity of Procyon and Altair, gripping them tightly in both hands, bracing for impact. Meanwhile, Edanant countered the radiant light of destruction with a barrage of cannon fire.
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What if the calamity of famine had completely resurrected like war and tyranny?
If a monstrous fiend, spreading hunger and plague, had been resurrected in this world, even someone as formidable as Belashiel would have had to risk his life.
Fortunately, the calamity of famine had not returned.
It was a seal that had lasted for centuries.
There was no way the calamity, reduced to a puppet of the One True God, could simply resurrect.
Belashiel raised his head, recalling the moment he had vanquished the calamity of famine. His beautiful glass-like eyes were fixed on the ruins, choked with rising dust.
– The calamity of war. You couldn’t have died from that last strike, could you?
The calamity of war is a cunning beast.
Surely, the vessel that contained the calamity must also possess a treacherous nature.
It must be lying in wait, biding its time.
Belashiel, the warrior of reversal, gripped his holy spear, preparing for an ambush.
– Indeed, you are a cunning beast!
As the thick dust, like smoke, parted, Edanant revealed himself. At the same time, the tip of Aldebaran, concentrated with immense divine power, aimed for Belashiel’s nape.
Belashiel had anticipated Edanant’s actions, making it easy to fend off the ambush.
Clang-!
The holy spear clashed with the holy sword.
He did not summon the whip of the golden horse.
It was to prepare for the arrival of Maximilian, who had yet to reveal himself.
– The gap in power is evident… How long do you intend to struggle?
– Then how about this?
The strike delivered by Aldebaran was merely a feint. As if to prove it, the sound of detonating charges echoed as high-explosive rounds mounted on the full armor erupted into flames.
To prevent the explosion, Jinma’s shield was summoned.
As the shield, boasting the strongest defense, moved, Maximilian revealed himself and launched Procyon and Altair towards Bellashiel. This time, however, the whip of the Golden Horse was deployed to thwart the sudden assault.
– How dare they…!
In a fleeting moment, the sacred artifacts began to move in succession.
As the coordination of the sacred artifacts continued, gaps were bound to emerge.
A shallow trick.
Do they think the Seraph of the Celestial Realm would fall for such a ploy?
– Appear, O Seraph’s vestments! It is time to execute the filthy calamity and the traitor!!
The Seraph Bellashiel unveiled a new sacred artifact, astonishingly, four pairs of enormous wings that protected her from behind.
The wings, imbued with divine power, surged forth like razor-sharp blades towards Edanant and Maximilian.
The Wings of the Blade Demon.
Unlike other sacred artifacts, this was a unique vestment granted to Bellashiel.
An intangible shockwave surged, sending both Edanant and Maximilian flying. The sacred artifacts surrounding Bellashiel, which had only been on guard, were forced to retreat from the strike of the Blade Demon’s wings.
‘The woman bearing the calamity of hunger is nowhere to be seen. Has she fallen to the bow of extermination?’
As Bellashiel faced Edanant and Maximilian, she began to feel an odd sense of crisis, frequently turning her head in search of Jebeline.
Only a faint presence could be felt.
Detecting him, Bellashiel predicted that Jebeline had been swept away by the bow of extermination.
– …What is this?
At last, she caught sight of the saintess clad in pure white robes.
Jebeline, covered in dust and dirt, was kneeling on the ground in a tattered state.
Has her will finally been broken?
Yet, there were several suspicious aspects that made such a judgment doubtful.
The silver-haired girl was staring blankly at something resting in her palm. It was a piece of jewelry so damaged that its form was barely recognizable.
A wedding ring.
A keepsake from her mother, gifted by the one she loved.
A sense of awkwardness washed over her as the image of Edanant, who had given her the wedding ring, flashed through her mind like a panorama. It was the happiest moment among countless memories, and the despair and hatred she felt upon losing him were beyond measure.
Jebeline’s gaze, which had been fixed on the completely dulled wedding ring, suddenly turned towards Bellashiel. Faced with him, Bellashiel instinctively felt a surge of fear and took a step back.
“You… you of all people…!”
The saintess’s eyes turned black.
And black tears began to drip down her pure white cheeks.
– I will definitely kill you for four years.
As if representing the saint’s murderous intent, the ash of Gia, which had been reduced to a mere puppet until now, added its words.