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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The clash of the strongest had mercilessly trampled the holy city of the One True God.
The Sanctuary was utterly devastated.
Sanctity and prosperity were nowhere to be found. Most of the structures had crumbled, leaving only a desolate wasteland.
This is a dream.
This has to be a terrible nightmare.
The dust-filled ruins compelled disbelief. The glorious history forged by generations of Pontiffs had been reduced to ashes in a single instant. It was only natural to struggle with the reality of the devastation.
“This is the Calamity of War’s doing!”
“I hear the Seraphim has descended to stop the Harmless Calamity!”
The earth trembled.
Shockwaves rippled through the air, radiating outward.
The battle was not over.
The clash of pure white radiance and the dark calamity continued, the aftershocks a testament to the ongoing struggle.
The paladins, who had barely managed to retreat from the scene, intended to rejoin the fight after regrouping. They would support the Seraphim, locked in a desperate battle, and vanquish the wicked source of this chaos.
-Now is the time for revenge!
-The Calamity of War has commanded us! Annihilate all who follow the One True God!
Just as the Holy Kingdom’s forces prepared to advance,
A black smokescreen spread, obscuring their vision.
Simultaneously, numerous figures emerged from within the smoke.
They were the followers of the Disaster Gods, sworn to the Calamity of War. The cultists, who had been hiding in the ruins to escape the persecution of the Empire and the Holy Kingdom, launched a full-scale assault on the city of the One True God.
It was all-out war.
The war of faith, which had seemingly ended with the Earth Mother’s absolute victory, had been reignited.
A deafening thunderclap echoed as the divinities of the Disaster Gods manifested across the battlefield. The paladins, surrounded by the ominous aura, drew their radiant blades and confronted the heretical cult.
-Our prophet has forbidden killing! This means… we are to inflict maximum humiliation upon the Holy Kingdom’s fanatics! Break their limbs and turn them into piles of meat!!
The vampire bared her sharp fangs and shouted.
Screams of agony pierced the air.
The vampire, relishing the symphony of suffering, extended both hands.
Thanks to their great prophet’s intervention, they had infiltrated the Holy Kingdom’s very heart. The vampire, gazing at the ravaged ruins and the thick dust clouds, flushed with excitement, praising the Pioneer.
“You… you’re a vampire!”
“A cursed creature defiling the Sanctuary… You deserve only death!”
Her long, beautiful black hair cascaded down her back.
Her blood-red eyes gleamed ominously.
She possessed a captivating beauty that could shake even the most devout faith.
The vampire was dressed in a black evening gown, as dark as mourning attire. The paladins, momentarily mesmerized by her voluptuous figure and exposed thighs, quickly collected themselves, raising their swords.
-Ah! The city of the Earth Mother finally faces its demise!
–Swish.
Blood, scattered across the battlefield, coalesced.
It formed a swirling mass, rising like a grotesque slime, before splitting into countless tendrils. The blood-red chains snaked across the ground, ensnaring the paladins engaged in combat.
Then, with a sickening crunch, the paladins’ bones shattered.
They weren’t killed.
Merely incapacitated.
The paladins were the Holy Kingdom’s elite, blessed by the One True God. Despite their agonizing screams echoing through the air, Ariel relentlessly unleashed her blood chains, disabling the Holy Kingdom’s forces.
“Damn vampire!”
“Cut the blood! A vampire’s magic is weak against holy power!”
The magic wielded by vampires, using blood as a medium, was vulnerable to holy power. The seasoned paladins, knowing this, imbued their blades with holy energy and severed the blood chains.
Ariel, unfazed, extended an arm.
-Begone.
The platinum bracelet adorning her slender wrist pulsed with magical energy. A spell manifested, slamming the charging paladins into the ground.
A giant’s footprint.
The same gravity magic that had brought down the Emperor’s palace.
Ariel, specializing in gravity magic, which allowed her to manipulate the very forces of the world, unleashed a wide-area attack using the Sage’s magical equipment. The paladins, overwhelmed by the force, could only groan in agony, pinned to the ground.
“Kuh!”
“Is this… gravity magic?!”
Gravity magic, while powerful, was considered inefficient by the Magic Tower due to its high mana cost.
Yet, Ariel was able to cast it on a large scale, effortlessly subduing dozens of paladins.
Bergriser.
It was thanks to the Sage’s magical equipment, a masterpiece crafted by the archmages of the Magic Tower.
Without this artifact, capable of channeling near-infinite magical power, even the Apostle of Fresh Blood would have succumbed to exhaustion and mana depletion. Ariel, wielding Bergriser, relentlessly unleashed her magic, incapacitating the Holy Kingdom’s forces.
-Behold, you foolish fanatics who worship the false One True God!
It won’t be long now.
Their great prophet would soon obliterate this cursed city.
The slaughterhouse, where countless compatriots had been unjustly executed, would finally face its karmic retribution. Ariel, striking a dramatic pose, declared the cult’s inevitable victory with unwavering conviction.
“You… you possess a rather familiar artifact.”
-What grandmother is falling from the sky…?
A deeply drawn cowl concealed her face.
A revealing dress accentuated her slender figure.
A broomstick, imbued with levitation magic and countless other spells, served as her mode of transport.
The archmage, who had been observing the clash between the Calamity and the Seraphim from above, descended upon the Sanctuary. The magical energy ravaging the Holy Kingdom’s paladins was all too familiar.
“That belongs to my son… Why does a vampire I’ve never met possess it?”
-What… son?
The emerald-haired woman smiled broadly.
But her smile was not one of warmth, but of coercion.
‘Speak now.’
‘Or face the consequences.’
Blue flames flickered into existence, forming an inferno. These were flames of magic, fueled by immense magical power, capable of unleashing devastating firepower. Ariel, facing the searing heat, swallowed nervously, a sense of dread washing over her.
“Before I ask any questions… what is your relationship with the Calamity of War? I’m quite curious. I’m looking for a new patron, you see. It seems the Holy Kingdom won’t be paying up after this.”
-Patron?
Querisa Neserhane.
The Master of the Red Tower was currently seeking a new patron.
The Sanctuary, once a testament to the Holy Kingdom’s glorious history, had been reduced to rubble by the clash between the Calamity and the Seraphim. It would take at least a decade of austerity measures for the Holy Kingdom to fully restore the Sanctuary.
There was no hope of receiving the promised payment.
They would likely offer a worthless promissory note instead.
Foreseeing this bleak future, Querisa sighed and turned her gaze towards the apostles of the Disaster Gods. They radiated a dark, ominous aura, making it clear they wouldn’t answer her questions willingly.
“…Honestly, these youngsters have no respect for their elders. Did you leave your manners at home?”
The Master of the Tower raised a hand.
At that moment—
Gravity magic took hold. Ariel and all her forces cried out as they were slammed into the ground.
-M-My magic…!
Gravity could only be overcome by a stronger gravitational force.
As if to prove this, Querisa’s gravity magic effortlessly dispelled Ariel’s spells.
A crushing pressure weighed down on them.
Escape from gravity’s grasp was impossible. The apostles of the Disaster Gods, overwhelmed by the giant’s footprint, gasped for breath, struggling in vain.
“You should address me as ‘elder sister,’ not ‘grandmother.’”
Querisa knelt, gently stroking Ariel’s head as if she were a frog about to be dissected.
There was nothing gentle about her touch. Only a chilling dread.
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Edanant raised the platinum chain, its surface gleaming with a brilliant white light.
Bellatiel, clutching her bullet-ridden right hand, glared at him, her voice laced with fury.
-This is a divine artifact forged with the holy power of the One True God! It will never submit to a vessel of the Harmless Calamity!
“It seems to be working just fine.”
Contrary to the Seraphim’s furious warning, the platinum chain remained inert.
There was no resistance.
As Edanant grasped the chain, it pulsed with a pure white light, as if welcoming its new master.
The unexpected outcome stunned both Edanant and Bellatiel into silence. They were both taken aback by the divine artifact’s submissive behavior.
“I suppose this is to be expected… since I’m wielding a holy sword bestowed by the One True God. It seems I’ve acquired a rather useful trophy.”
-Chain of Subjugation! Bind him! He is a vessel of the Calamity!
“The chain doesn’t seem to agree.”
-Why?! How can a divine artifact accept such defilement…?!
Defilement…
Just how could he defile it?
He wanted to provoke the One True God into a fit of rage.
Edanant pondered the Seraphim’s outraged cry for a moment.
Then, gripping the platinum chain in both hands, he turned his gaze towards Bellatiel. He had found the perfect target to test his newly acquired divine artifact.
“I wonder how useful the leader of the Archangels would be.”
-S-Stop! Even if it means my death… I will never submit to the Calamity’s control!
“The Calamities of Tyranny and Famine, who were reduced to puppets for centuries, probably thought the same.”
-Kgh! Just kill me!!
It was a line befitting a captured heroine in the clutches of a villain.
But Edanant didn’t hesitate.
He raised the choker attached to the chain and fastened it around Bellatiel’s neck.
–Click.
With a soft metallic sound, the choker tightened.
The leader of the Archangels, the protector of the Celestial Realm, had been reduced to a mere possession. The moment the choker was fastened, a section of her cracked armor shattered, revealing her porcelain-white skin.
Larger than Ludmilla’s.
Significantly larger.
Her ample bosom and the rosy hue of her untouched flesh came into view.
Their eyes met. Bellatiel, one arm covering her breasts, her eyes brimming with tears of humiliation, glared at him.
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