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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Gleaming weapons manifested by the Seraphim’s holy spear.
Bullets of calamity, fired from Edanant’s muskets.
The countless weapons and projectiles clashed in mid-air, resulting in a stalemate.
This would only lead to a war of attrition.
Reaching this conclusion, Edanant and Bellatiel simultaneously amplified their divine power and accelerated.
-I accept your challenge!
Holy sword and holy spear collided, unleashing a flurry of deadly blows.
A discordant symphony of conflicting powers.
They resembled wild beasts, locked in a desperate struggle for dominance.
Edanant, seizing a momentary opening, lunged forward with Aldebaran. However, his attack was thwarted by a platinum shield that materialized before the Seraphim.
—Screech!
The circular shield deflected Aldebaran’s blade.
And that wasn’t all.
The golden holy energy emanating from Aldebaran’s tip scattered like dust upon contact with the Seraphim’s shield.
It was undoubtedly a divine artifact, possessing the power to seal both divinity and holiness.
Edanant clicked his tongue, narrowly parrying Bellatiel’s spear thrust.
-That damn Earth Mother! Spoiling her daughter with all those cheat items! Such a doting parent!
-These are necessary to punish the Calamities that threaten the mortal realm.
A holy spear of demon-sealing, capable of overwhelming the Calamities.
A holy shield of demon-subduing, capable of blocking and nullifying any attack.
The other divine artifacts, yet to be revealed, likely possessed powers comparable to the spear and shield.
Bellatiel, armed with countless divine artifacts, was an impenetrable fortress. Her spear technique, characterized by unpredictable and unorthodox strikes, rivaled even that of Maximilian, the strongest hero of all time.
-You dare point your blade at a Seraphim of the Celestial Realm, after betraying the sacred trust of the One True God, you heretic!
Maximilian, having activated Divine Speed just like Ilkeron, appeared behind Bellatiel, swinging Procyon and Altair.
—Swish!
However, his surprise attack was thwarted by a whip that lashed out like a viper, deflecting his blades.
“…I’m certain she didn’t anticipate my movements. Could it be a weapon capable of autonomous attacks?”
Divine Speed, transcending the limits of velocity, was able to deceive even the Seraphim’s enhanced senses.
As if to prove this, Bellatiel hadn’t perceived the surprise attack until the very last moment.
However-
The Seraphim possessed a convenient divine artifact capable of defending against even attacks she couldn’t perceive.
The Anti-Magic Whip.
The whip, armed with sharp barbs, spun around Bellatiel, its presence a constant threat.
Autonomous defense, detecting any incoming attack.
And autonomous offense, immediately retaliating against any enemy within range.
She was facing both Edanant and Maximilian, a seemingly impossible situation. Yet, Bellatiel, wielding her numerous divine artifacts with effortless grace, remained dominant.
-You said you would kill the Seraphim? It seems we’re the ones about to die.
“Hmm… This is dangerous.”
-Damn it. I shouldn’t have listened to you.
“Don’t worry. The battle has only just begun.”
Under normal circumstances, he would have dismissed it as a joke.
But they were currently trapped, their attacks completely blocked.
Had he suffered a head injury?
Edanant looked at Maximilian, his expression filled with an unsettling confidence, and wondered if he had gone mad.
“I’ll try to create an opening. Even the most impenetrable fortress has its weaknesses.”
Zebeline, raising the Scepter of White Night, spoke.
Bellatiel, witnessing the divine artifact corrupted by the Calamity of Famine, scowled, her rage evident.
-That is a sacred relic bestowed by our Great Mother for the sake of her followers! How dare a wicked Calamity defile the Earth Mother’s sacred artifact!!
“Its original owner abandoned it. Finders keepers.”
Despite the Seraphim’s sharp warning, the Saintess responded with a nonchalant provocation. And as if to emphasize her defiance, she unleashed a thunderous barrage of lightning, targeting the fortress.
–KABOOM!
–KABOOM!!!
Lightning struck from all directions.
The bolts, swirling like a vortex, gradually constricted around their target, unleashing a relentless barrage. The attack, as persistent as a swarm of locusts, relentlessly targeted the Seraphim.
-A futile struggle. Do you truly believe your meager divinity can reach me?
The circular shield radiated holy power, absorbing all incoming attacks.
Not just the attacks themselves.
Even the shockwaves generated by the lightning strikes were absorbed.
Despite the torrential downpour of holy lightning, Bellatiel remained unscathed. The Seraphim’s unwavering orange hair, unmoved as if she existed in a different dimension, was a testament to her resilience.
-Harmless Calamities. You are nothing but impurities born from humanity’s malice. Know your place and grovel at our feet.
Bellatiel lowered her holy spear.
And then, she grasped a platinum bow that had been hovering in the air, awaiting its turn.
-It’s coming. Prepare yourselves.
“I’ll take the lead. Edan, protect the Saintess.”
The bow was undoubtedly another cheat item, just like the spear, shield, and whip.
Its attacks were unpredictable.
Maximilian stepped forward, and Edanant shielded Zebeline, bracing for the attack.
“It feels like we’re facing the Demon King again, doesn’t it, Edan?”
-How would I know? I left that to the esteemed Saintess Party and sat out the final chapter.
The Demon-Slaying Bow.
The Seraphim with flowing orange hair gracefully drew the silver bowstring, aiming a devastating radiance at the Calamities.
A single arrow.
The radiance emanating from the drawn bowstring exuded an aura of overwhelming dread.
–Twang-.
As soon as the devastating radiance left the bowstring, it dispersed.
The radiance, returning to its original form, expanded rapidly, transforming into a torrent of thousands of arrows that filled the sky. Edanant, witnessing the spectacle, mobilized his muskets and siege cannons, unleashing his full divine power.
-Holy shit… This is insane.
Could he truly withstand it?
He wasn’t sure.
Even Edanant, who had always faced every challenge with unfounded confidence, expressed his doubts.
A light of destruction descended upon them.
It was divine punishment, delivered by the Seraphim in the name of the One True God.
Maximilian, taking the lead, activated the holy power of Procyon and Altair, bracing for the impact. And Edanant unleashed a barrage of artillery fire, attempting to counter the devastating radiance.
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What would have happened if the Calamity of Famine, like War and Tyranny, had been fully resurrected?
If the ruthless monster who spread starvation and plague had returned to the mortal realm, even Bellatiel would have been forced to risk her life.
Fortunately, the Calamity of Famine hadn’t been revived.
It had been sealed for centuries.
The Calamity of Famine, reduced to the One True God’s puppet, couldn’t be easily resurrected.
Bellatiel, recalling the moment she had vanquished the Calamity of Famine, raised her head. Her beautiful crystal-clear eyes scanned the dust-filled ruins.
-Calamity of War. You couldn’t have perished from that attack, could you?
The Calamity of War was a cunning monster.
And the vessel containing the Calamity must also be a cunning individual.
He must be hiding, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Bellatiel, a veteran warrior, gripped her holy spear, anticipating a surprise attack.
-As expected, you’re a cunning beast!
The thick cloud of dust parted, and Edanant emerged. Simultaneously, Aldebaran, charged with immense holy power, slashed towards Bellatiel’s neck.
However, Bellatiel had anticipated his attack and easily blocked it.
—Clang!
Holy spear and holy sword clashed.
She hadn’t used the Anti-Magic Whip.
She was saving it for Maximilian, who had yet to reveal himself.
-Do you intend to continue this futile struggle, despite the clear disparity in our power?
-Then how about this?
The attack with Aldebaran had been a feint. As if to prove this, a series of explosions erupted as the detonators in his armor triggered the high-explosives.
She deployed the Demon-Subduing Shield.
As the shield, renowned for its unparalleled defensive capabilities, activated, Maximilian appeared, unleashing a combined attack with Procyon and Altair. However, the Anti-Magic Whip lashed out, intercepting their surprise attack.
-You dare…!
In a fleeting moment, the divine artifacts clashed.
The more they relied on their combined attacks, the more openings they would create.
A foolish tactic.
Did they truly believe such a simple trick would work against a Seraphim of the Celestial Realm?
-Manifest, Vestments of the Seraphim! It is time to execute the filthy Calamities and the traitor!!
The Seraphim Bellatiel’s newly revealed divine artifact was, surprisingly, the four pairs of massive wings that adorned her back.
The wings, radiating holy power, transformed into razor-sharp blades, slashing towards Edanant and Maximilian.
The Demon-Slaying Wings.
Unlike the other divine artifacts, these wings were a unique vestment bestowed solely upon Bellatiel.
Invisible shockwaves erupted, sending Edanant and Maximilian flying. Having focused solely on the divine artifacts deployed around Bellatiel, they were caught off guard by the Demon-Slaying Wings’ attack.
‘I don’t see the witch who harbors the Calamity of Famine. Was she slain by the Demon-Slaying Bow?’
Bellatiel, having dealt with Edanant and Maximilian, began searching for Zebeline, a strange premonition washing over her.
She could sense a faint presence.
Detecting it, Bellatiel assumed that Zebeline had been directly hit by the Demon-Slaying Bow and was likely incapacitated.
-…What is this?
She finally spotted the saintess clad in pure white robes.
Zebeline was kneeling on the ground, her body covered in dust and debris.
Had she finally given up?
However, something felt amiss.
The girl with flowing silver hair was staring intently at something she held in her palm. It was a mangled trinket, its form barely recognizable.
A wedding ring.
A keepsake from her beloved, a memento of her mother-in-law.
The image of Edanant, a bashful smile on his face as he presented her with the wedding ring, flashed through her mind. It was one of her most cherished memories, and the despair and rage she felt at its loss were immeasurable.
Zebeline’s gaze, fixated on the wedding ring, which had lost its brilliance, suddenly shifted towards Bellatiel. Bellatiel, meeting her gaze, instinctively recoiled, a sense of dread washing over her.
“You… You will…!”
The saintess’ eyes turned black.
And black tears streamed down her pale cheeks.
-You will die.
As if echoing the saintess’s murderous intent, the Calamity of Famine, which had been dormant within her, finally spoke.
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