The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped - Chapter 122
122 – 122. The Descent (1)
Blackened tears flowed down the pure white cheeks. At the same time, the dark particles of ash began to slowly swirl around Jebeline.
Was it trying to comfort the sorrow?
Or was it inciting hatred?
Finally, it was liberated from the long, long seal of the One God.
The ash of Gia began to spread rapidly, as if savoring its newfound freedom. In response, Bellashiel frowned, looking at the scene of the ash being released with a gaze soaked in contempt.
– I should have killed the vessel first…
Bellashiel, preoccupied with dealing with Edanant and Maximilian, faced the worst outcome: the ash of Gia was freed from the seal of the One God.
It was a disaster.
To think that after tyranny, Gia would also be unleashed.
Variables that should never have occurred were unfolding in the present world.
Accepting his responsibility humbly, Bellashiel raised the bow of extermination. It was to re-seal the ash that had been released.
“I will never forgive you for four years. I will tear off all your limbs.”
As the particles of ash scattered in all directions slowly gathered, they began to take shape. The massive, dark form surged up, emerging from behind Jebeline to protect the precious vessel.
– Ah, what a splendid idea. Let’s turn the arrogant Seraph into a chunk of meat together.
A voluptuous and seductive figure, reminiscent of a goddess.
Purple hair cascading down to the waist and skin as white as porcelain.
In stark contrast to the grotesque form of the tyrannical ash, the ash of Gia bore the appearance of a beautiful woman.
Yet, the ash was the pinnacle of the calamity that rejected the One God. Therefore, no matter how much it imitated the form of a beautiful woman, grotesque flaws inevitably revealed themselves everywhere.
– I have returned, oh One God. Fear and scream as you welcome the plague!
Eyes hidden beneath a red veil.
A mouth torn hideously like a deep-sea fish.
A towering physique nearing three meters, with wings on its back so mangled that their shape was barely recognizable.
It was a monster.
A visage that would haunt nightmares.
The ash of Gia was adorned with wretchedly corroded chains wrapped around both hands. From the ends of the chains, a dark, ominous liquid dripped down.
“I want to kill that damned Seraph as brutally as possible. So please, help me.”
– Of course, I will help you, child of Gia.
Jeblinne said as she stuffed the shattered fragments into her pocket.
At the bold ambition of the saint, the essence of Gia nodded in agreement.
– To think that after tyranny, Gia would be resurrected… If the One True God learns the whole story, they will surely try to kill me.
Edanant, who was facing Belaciel alongside Maximilian, watched Jeblinne with a gaze filled with confusion.
The essence of tyranny. The essence of Gia.
It would not be an exaggeration to say that they had provided the catalyst for the resurrection of the essences.
As Ludmila’s misunderstandings and jealousy reached their limit, the essence of tyranny was revived. And with the loss of the wedding ring that Jeblinne had gifted along with her confession, the essence of Gia was also resurrected.
Confronted with this cruel causality, Edanant let out a heavy sigh, revealing his complicated feelings.
“Truly, it seems I am destined to be loved by the essences.”
– Hmm, should I be happy…?
At Maximilian’s words, Edanant let out a bitter smile and raised the hilt of his sword. The sharp tip of Aldebaran’s blade was aimed at the Seraph who wielded the bow of annihilation.
Jeblinne was the same.
The pitch-black lightning, tainted by the essences, began to flash with a thunderous roar.
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– War. Gia. You are the most brutal source threatening the existence of humanity. Beings born from fear and dread, today, I will bury all the essences of innocence right here.
Belaciel declared to the essences as he pulled the bowstring taut.
The radiance of destruction.
The strike that had once incinerated the sanctuary was unleashed once more.
Edanant and Maximilian, who had felt the power with their entire bodies, wore tense expressions as they braced for Belaciel’s strike. The more the bowstring was drawn back, the more the bow of annihilation emitted a brilliant glow.
“I told you! I will definitely kill you!”
– Help me. It will be too much to handle alone.
The lightning, radiating a sinister dark hue, obeyed Jeblinne’s command and moved. As the lightning accelerated and expanded to the extreme, the fierce shockwaves battered the surroundings.
The light of radiance shot forth.
At the same time, black lightning flew in, crossing paths.
Swoosh-.
As the offensive was unleashed, the radiance flashed and transformed into a rain of arrows, nearing thousands in number. The black lightning that surged toward the Seraph also split apart, colliding with the radiance of destruction.
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The radiance of destruction and the lightning of the essences.
The strike that violated space clashed, creating a massive backlash. Despite the pressure making it difficult to lift his head, Edanant raised it to witness the outcome.
-……!
The arrows of brilliance, reaching thousands of feet, were swallowed whole.
Predation.
The divinity of hunger had completely devoured the sanctity of the One God.
Even after consuming such vast divine power in an instant, the lightning of calamity remained intact. As Jebeline raised the scepter of the White Night, the streaks of lightning that had been flickering like shadows were all absorbed.
– There’s not a trace of reverence or sanctity. You are undoubtedly a witch.
“A witch… What good is that now? Rather, do you have any intention of dying quietly? It’s quite bothersome every time you bring out new sacred artifacts.”
The scepter of the White Night, which had swallowed the calamity, began to change.
The staff, once as beautiful as a white swan, was stained black.
And that was not all.
The blue jewels adorning the scepter of the White Night transformed into a sinister red.
The sacred artifact of the saint had changed so drastically that it was barely recognizable. The transformation, now blackened by calamity, was evidence that the saint of the Holy Kingdom had fallen to become the witch of hunger.
The scepter of the Black Night.
Now that it was stained black with the color of calamity, it must be called that.
As Jebeline raised the scepter of the Black Night, a thunderous roar erupted. At the same time, sharp bolts of lightning surged, waiting for the witch’s command.
Krrrung-!
Kwahh-kwahh-kwahh!!!
Unbelievable.
To handle the divinity of calamity so freely.
A vessel once used to seal puppets began to threaten the seraphim. Growing increasingly overwhelmed, Belasiel stiffened his expression and activated all the sacred artifacts.
– By the byproducts of evil, kneel in the name of the One God. It is time to ascend.
Holy spear. Shield. Whip. Bow.
The sacred artifacts used earlier emitted a fierce radiance.
And that was not all.
Even sacred artifacts that had never appeared before emerged.
Perhaps they were the hidden means stored in the void. Belasiel poured all his strength into realizing his boast of sealing the calamity of innocence.
Over fifty sacred artifacts aligned around Belasiel, radiating divinity. The seraph, unfolding a spectacle of auroras, raised the holy spear, preparing for the final strike.
– Jebeline!
“Yes, leave it to me!”
Edanant shouted.
Jebeline answered in a firm voice.
– We’ll finish it in one go. If we fail, it will be our end.
“There’s no way we can fail. Right now, Ethan is beside the ultimate beauty!”
The intense divine essence began to resonate like the calamities of war and famine. The particles of the essence, unleashed to bring down the archangels, soon enveloped the sanctuary.
The sky turned black.
Even the brilliantly shining sun had now vanished.
At last, the nemesis of the one true god descended.
Witnessing the pitch darkness that surrounded the sanctuary without a gap, the followers of the Earth Mother trembled all over, begging for their lives from the one true god. Yet, despite their desperate pleas, the particles of the essence surged upward in unison, triggering a situation on the brink of explosion.
– Even with all the firepower mobilized, we couldn’t pierce that damned divine armor. But –
They struck with all the divine essence they could muster.
Yet, despite such desperate efforts, Belashiel remained unscathed.
The divine armors bestowed by the one true god each possessed near-invincible capabilities. It was, of course, nearly impossible to break through them and succeed in an attack. This was something Edanant, who had faced Belashiel time and again, understood all too well.
– This attack will be different.
Muskets and siege cannons unfolded in the air, targeting the central seraph. Following that, projectiles armed with high-explosive shells were also mobilized.
However, even under the barrage of cannon fire, Belashiel maintained a calm demeanor. Just as he had blocked everything until now, he believed that Edanant’s struggle would end in failure once again.
“It’s time to say goodbye to the sky. I will tear apart those arrogantly extended wings.”
Jebeline struck down the scepter of the Black Night.
Then, black lightning began to surge upward like a sea serpent.
Witnessing this anomalous phenomenon, Belashiel raised his platinum shield in preparation for the attack. However, the lightning that soared into the sky bypassed the seraph and headed toward the weapons deployed as the essence of war.
The lightning struck the muskets and siege cannons.
Yet, despite being engulfed in lightning, the weapons were not destroyed. Rather, the weapons wrapped in lightning exuded an even more intense divine essence.
Railgun.
The barrel wrapped in lightning becomes the rail.
And it uses the interaction of magnetic fields to accelerate the projectile to its limits.
It was incredibly unstable.
It was practically a suicidal act.
A cold sweat dripped down Edanant, who commanded all the weapons. Although he had handled countless weapons until now, it was his first time dealing with a weapon that had not been perfectly developed even in that world.
– Ascend! Annihilate all enemies of the one true god!!
– Concentrated bombardment!
The sacred artifacts of the One True God radiated a brilliant light.
In response, bullets accelerated by magnetic fields surged toward Belashiel.