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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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The pillars of holy light emanating from the Archangels’ Cathedral soared towards the heavens, as if trying to reach the Celestial Realm.
The gate was slowly opening.
Soon, the gate connecting the mortal realm to the Celestial Realm would open completely, and the Seraphim would descend.
The Seraphim.
It referred to the highest-ranking angel, the one who served the One True God.
Just what did Maximilian hope to gain from the Seraphim’s descent? Edanant’s suspicions deepened as he watched Maximilian gaze at the pillars of light with an enigmatic expression.
“I will slay the Seraphim who descends upon this world.”
Maximilian, as if sensing Edanant’s unspoken question, finally spoke.
Zebeline and Edanant stared at him, their eyes wide with disbelief.
-Holy shit! He runs away without a word, and now he’s completely lost it!
“You intend to kill the Seraphim, the leader of the Archangels? That’s tantamount to declaring war on the One True God!”
To slay an angel was a grave sin, an act of rebellion and the ultimate heresy against the One True God.
Moreover,
Maximilian was targeting the Seraphim.
He had approached the cardinals with the intention of slaying a celestial emissary from the very beginning. Zebeline, realizing this, trembled, a chill running down her spine.
Ordinary mortals couldn’t even fathom such a thought.
Not even the most wicked sinners depicted in the holy scriptures had dared to imagine slaying a Seraphim.
-So you’re saying the Seraphim descending upon this world is the mastermind behind this incident?
“Yes.”
-The mastermind always becomes a problem later. Might as well confirm their identity while we have the chance.
“Be careful, Edan. Your opponent is the Seraphim, leader of all Archangels.”
As Maximilian added a word of caution, Edanant simply shrugged.
Zebeline, watching the Hohenberc brothers casually plotting their rebellion against the One True God, groaned, pressing her temples.
They approached the radiant light.
Simultaneously, the heavens opened, the sky awash in divine power.
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The Holy Kingdom’s cardinals had been able to plan their scheme without Pontiff Boern’s involvement because they had the backing of the Seraphim from the celestial realm.
The divine will had been declared.
Therefore, the followers of the One True God had no choice but to obey.
They had lured the Saintess, who harbored the Calamity of Famine, to the Sanctuary. Soon, the revered Seraphim would descend upon the mortal realm, enacting judgment and preparing for the apocalypse.
“Oh…!”
“The Great Seraphim, Bellatiel!”
The cardinals, dressed in scarlet robes, knelt, offering their worship. Captivated by the ever-expanding brilliance of divine power, they recited prayers, expressing their devout faith.
The gate to the Celestial Realm was opening.
Soon, the great Seraphim would descend.
Though Hero Maximilian’s betrayal had caused a slight setback in their plans, it was a minor inconvenience. The Seraphim would arrive and purify the impure traitors.
That’s why the cardinals, despite receiving the devastating news of the Black Cardinal and the Unrivaled Sword’s retreat, remained hopeful, their gazes fixed on the radiant light.
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A deafening roar, as if the heavens were splitting apart, echoed through the air.
And as the gate to the Celestial Realm opened, the leader of the Archangels appeared.
-I have descended upon this world, answering the call of the lambs seeking protection.
Her entire being was enveloped in a blinding light, making it difficult to look directly at her.
However, as the radiance gradually subsided, the Seraphim’s divine visage was revealed.
-Do the filthy Calamities dare to threaten the One True God’s throne once more? Truly deplorable…
A woman with vibrant orange hair, reminiscent of a sunset, extended four pairs of wings, her voice echoing with authority.
Seraphim Bellatiel.
The Earth Mother’s adopted daughter and the leader of the Archangels.
The hero of the Celestial Realm, who had vanquished the Calamity of Famine at the One True God’s command.
The Seraphim, clad in gleaming platinum armor, raised her sharp spear. The ominous aura of the Calamities, defiling the Sanctuary, had been detected by her crystal-clear eyes.
“We have restrained the Calamity of Famine as you commanded!”
“Please, judge the wicked witch who has defied the Holy One True God and mocked the devout followers!”
The Holy Kingdom’s cardinals cried out in fervent voices.
Bellatiel nodded, donning her platinum helmet like a knight preparing for battle.
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Nausea welled up within him.
A murderous intent, so intense it threatened to overwhelm his reason, surged through him.
There was no mistaking it.
His natural enemy had descended from the Celestial Realm.
Driven by a primal instinct, Edanant deployed hundreds of siege cannons, unleashing a barrage of artillery fire towards the Seraphim.
–KABOOM!
–KABOOM!!!
He didn’t expect the leader of the Archangels to fall in a single strike. That would be nothing more than wishful thinking.
This was merely a greeting.
A signal flare announcing a declaration of war.
As if to prove this, divine power, taking the shape of a raptor’s wings, swept forward, intercepting the artillery fire. Edanant grinned, seeing the Seraphim stand firm against the Calamity of War.
-I will send you back to where you belong, Seraphim.
-Calamity of War! You are undoubtedly the one responsible for resurrecting Tyranny!
The Calamity and the Seraphim, their forms defined by darkness and light, clashed, their murderous intent evident.
–Rumble.
All the structures within the Sanctuary trembled.
The Disaster God’s divinity and the Creator God’s divinity collided, shaking the very foundations of the Holy City.
If this continued, the Sanctuary would surely crumble. But Edanant and Bellatiel, aware of the consequences, showed no signs of stopping.
-It seems the Earth Mother is growing desperate, sending her Seraphim to the mortal realm. After all, if all the Harmless Calamities are resurrected, that fat ass will be forced to abandon her throne.
-Silence! How dare you insult the One True God before an Archangel!
Tyranny and Famine had been vanquished.
And Death had been cast into eternal rest.
The only Calamity to have escaped the One True God’s divine punishment was War. That’s why Bellatiel unleashed her holy power, determined to destroy the Calamity of War, the source of all evil.
-You shouldn’t focus all your attention on me.
-What?
As Edanant created distance, a sudden storm of lightning erupted, striking the Seraphim. Bellatiel, caught off guard, groaned and stumbled backward.
She turned her gaze towards the source of the attack.
There, a girl with flowing silver hair stood, her eyes blazing with hatred.
The Calamity of Famine.
Or rather, the vessel containing the Calamity of Famine.
Was it an instinctive outburst of hatred, triggered by the reunion with her sworn enemy, the one who had sealed her away?
The Calamity of Famine, which had been dormant within Zebeline, the Holy Kingdom’s guardian dragon, began to stir. A deafening thunderclap echoed through the air, a testament to her escalating emotions.
‘Fortunately, the Calamity of Famine hasn’t fully manifested. It’s just a momentary surge of instinct, a fragment of her divinity. In that case, I can postpone dealing with the vessel of Famine.’
Unlike Ludmilla, who had fully awakened as the Apostle of Tyranny, Zebeline was only momentarily possessed by the Calamity of Famine. Her reason remained intact.
She could deal with the vessel of Famine later.
Bellatiel’s gaze shifted back to Edanant.
-Wicked emissary of War, I shall enact divine punishment in the name of the Supreme One True God.
The Seraphim raised her holy spear, and an immense divine power shimmered, taking the form of hundreds of weapons.
Edanant, in response, deployed his muskets.
He wouldn’t be outgunned.
If they clashed head-on, it would be a stalemate.
Weapons flew and muskets fired, an all-out battle commencing. Bellatiel and Edanant remained unscathed, proving their equal strength.
‘Those are no ordinary weapons. Could they be divine artifacts bestowed by the One True God? They bear an uncanny resemblance to the Scepter of White Night, it’s almost sickening.’
The Seraphim’s divine artifacts were strikingly similar to the Scepter of White Night. Beatrice’s sacred artifact was undoubtedly a replica of the Seraphim’s Holy Spear.
In that case, the original platinum Holy Spear must also possess the power to grant eternal rest to the Harmless Calamities, just like the Scepter of White Night.
-I’ll return your earlier provocation. Don’t focus all your attention on the spear.
As Bellatiel gestured, a brilliant white light flashed, and numerous weapons materialized.
Swords, shields, axes, bows, maces, and more.
Countless weapons, each radiating holy power, appeared, as if eager to be wielded.
Edanant let out a heavy sigh as he witnessed the spectacle. Just like the Holy Spear, all the weapons surrounding Bellatiel were divine artifacts, crafted to seal the Harmless Calamities.
-I heard from Mother. You’ve been toying with a woman’s heart to resurrect the Calamity of Famine!
-Don’t be absurd. It’s true love.
Well, not exactly “true love.”
Considering he had a harem consisting of beautiful princesses and a saintess.
Edanant responded to Bellatiel’s accusation with a brazen voice.
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