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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Mod7
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Black tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Simultaneously, particles of dark calamity began to swirl around Zebeline.
Were they trying to console her grief?
Or incite her hatred?
Finally, she was free from the One True God’s long-held seal.
The Calamity of Famine, reveling in its newfound freedom, rapidly expanded its influence. Bellatiel, witnessing the scene, frowned, her gaze filled with disdain.
-I should have killed the vessel first…
Preoccupied with battling Edanant and Maximilian, Bellatiel had failed to prevent the Calamity of Famine from breaking free from the One True God’s seal.
It was a disaster.
First Tyranny, and now Famine.
A series of catastrophic events that should never have occurred were unfolding in the mortal realm.
Bellatiel, accepting responsibility, raised her Demon-Slaying Bow. She would reseal the Calamity that had been unleashed.
“I will never forgive you. I will tear you limb from limb.”
The scattered particles of calamity coalesced, taking shape. The shadowy figure, rising behind Zebeline, was immense, as if shielding its precious vessel.
-Oh, what a splendid idea. Let us turn that arrogant Seraphim into mincemeat together.
A voluptuous and seductive figure, reminiscent of a goddess.
Long, flowing purple hair and skin as white as porcelain.
Unlike the Calamity of Tyranny, with its grotesque and monstrous form, the Calamity of Famine had taken the guise of a beautiful woman.
However, a Calamity was the antithesis of the One True God, a force of destruction. Therefore, no matter how perfectly it mimicked the form of a beautiful woman, its inherent flaws and distortions would inevitably be revealed.
-I have returned, One True God. Tremble in fear and despair, and welcome the plague!
Eyes hidden behind a crimson veil.
A mouth grotesquely split open, like a deep-sea fish.
A towering figure, nearly three meters tall, with wings so mangled they were barely recognizable.
A monster.
A nightmare incarnate.
The Calamity of Famine’s hands were bound by corroded chains. A dark, ominous liquid dripped from the ends of the chains.
“I want to make that damn Seraphim suffer as much as possible. So, help me.”
-Of course, my child of Famine.
Zebeline spoke, placing the crushed fragments into her pocket.
The Calamity of Famine nodded, acknowledging the Saintess’s bold declaration.
-First Tyranny, and now Famine… The One True God will surely try to kill me when she finds out.
Edanant, locked in battle with Bellatiel alongside Maximilian, watched Zebeline with a mixture of shock and concern.
The Calamity of Tyranny. The Calamity of Famine.
He was indirectly responsible for their resurrection.
Ludmilla’s misunderstanding and jealousy had reached a breaking point, leading to the resurrection of Tyranny. And the destruction of the wedding ring he had given to Zebeline had triggered the revival of Famine.
Edanant, facing the cruel consequences of his actions, sighed, his heart heavy with complex emotions.
“Truly a destiny favored by the Calamities.”
-Hmm… Should I be happy about this?
At Maximilian’s words, Edanant forced a smile and raised Aldebaran. The holy sword’s sharp tip was aimed at the Seraphim, who held the Demon-Slaying Bow.
Zebeline did the same.
Black lightning, crackling with the power of calamity, flashed, accompanied by a deafening roar.
-Wicked emissaries of War and Famine, you are the most vile of all, threatening the very existence of humanity! Born from fear and dread, I shall banish you to the abyss in the name of the One True God!
Bellatiel drew her bowstring taut, her pronouncement a sentence upon the Calamities.
A radiance of destruction.
The attack that had instantly devastated the Sanctuary was unleashed once more.
Edanant and Maximilian, having experienced its power firsthand, braced themselves, their expressions grim, as they faced Bellatiel’s attack. The Demon-Slaying Bow glowed with an even more intense light as the bowstring was drawn further back.
“I told you! I will kill you!”
-I will lend you my strength. You are not strong enough on your own.
Ominous black lightning, obeying Zebeline’s command, crackled and surged. The lightning, accelerating and expanding to its limits, unleashed powerful shockwaves that ravaged the surroundings.
The radiant arrow was released.
Simultaneously, black lightning streaked towards it.
—Fizzle.
The radiant arrow, expanding upon release, transformed into a torrent of thousands of arrows. The black lightning, splitting and multiplying, collided with the rain of arrows.
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The Demon-Slaying arrows and the Calamity’s lightning clashed.
The collision of the two devastating forces created a massive shockwave. Though the pressure was immense, making it difficult to even raise his head, Edanant looked up, his gaze fixed on the outcome.
-……!
The thousands of radiant arrows were swallowed whole.
Consumption.
The Calamity of Famine had devoured the One True God’s holy power.
Despite absorbing the vast divine power, the Calamity’s lightning remained undiminished. Zebeline raised the Scepter of White Night, and the shadowy lightning bolts surrounding her were absorbed into the staff.
-I sense no piety or sanctity within you. You are nothing but a witch.
“A witch… What difference does it make now? Why don’t you just surrender and die? It’s quite tiresome watching you pull out new divine artifacts every time.”
The Scepter of White Night, having consumed the Calamity, began to transform.
The once beautiful, swan-white staff was now stained black.
And that wasn’t all.
The blue jewel adorning the Scepter of White Night turned a sinister shade of crimson.
The Saintess’s divine artifact had changed beyond recognition. The transformation, stained with the colors of calamity, was proof that the Holy Kingdom’s Saintess had fallen, becoming the Witch of Famine.
The Scepter of Black Night.
Stained with the hues of calamity, that was its new name.
As Zebeline raised the Scepter of Black Night, a deafening thunderclap echoed. Simultaneously, sharp bolts of black lightning crackled, awaiting the Witch’s command.
–Rumble!
–KABOOM, KABOOM!!!
Unbelievable.
To think she could wield the Calamity’s divine power with such ease.
The vessel, once used to seal the Calamity, now threatened the Seraphim. Bellatiel, her expression hardening, activated all her divine artifacts.
-Wicked spawn of evil, kneel before the One True God. It is time for your ascension.
Holy spear, shield, whip, and bow.
The divine artifacts she had previously wielded radiated an intense light.
And that wasn’t all.
New divine artifacts, never before seen, appeared.
They were likely weapons she had stored in a subspace, intending to use them as a last resort. Bellatiel unleashed her full power, determined to fulfill her promise to seal all the Harmless Calamities.
Over fifty divine artifacts, arrayed around Bellatiel, pulsed with divine power. The Seraphim, bathed in an aurora of light, raised her holy spear, preparing for a final strike.
-Zebeline!
“Yes, leave it to me!”
Edanant called out.
Zebeline responded with a resolute voice.
-We’ll end this in one blow. If we fail, it’s over for us.
“We won’t fail. After all, Edan has an ultra beautiful girl by his side!”
The Calamities of War and Famine resonated, unleashing a torrent of divine power. The particles of calamity, surging forward to vanquish the leader of the Archangels, engulfed the Sanctuary.
The sky turned black.
Even the radiant sun was now obscured.
The One True God’s natural enemy had finally arrived.
The followers of the Earth Mother, witnessing the darkness enveloping the Sanctuary, trembled, praying for their lives. But their desperate pleas were unanswered as the particles of calamity surged, triggering an imminent catastrophe.
-Even with all my firearms, I couldn’t penetrate those damn divine artifacts. But-
He had bombarded them with his full power.
Yet, Bellatiel remained unscathed.
The divine artifacts bestowed by the One True God each possessed near-invincible powers. Overcoming them and landing a successful attack was practically impossible. Edanant, who had clashed with Bellatiel repeatedly, knew this better than anyone.
-This time will be different.
The muskets and siege cannons deployed in the air aimed at the Seraphim. He even deployed projectiles armed with high-explosives.
However, Bellatiel remained unfazed, confident that she would once again withstand Edanant’s attack. She raised her Demon-Subduing Shield.
“It’s time for you to bid farewell to the heavens. I will tear apart those arrogant wings of yours.”
Zebeline slammed the Scepter of Black Night down.
Black lightning bolts, swirling like a waterspout, erupted into the sky.
Bellatiel, witnessing the unusual phenomenon, raised her platinum shield, preparing for the attack. However, the lightning, bypassing the Seraphim, struck the weapons deployed by the Calamity of War.
Lightning crackled around the muskets and siege cannons.
But instead of being destroyed, the weapons absorbed the lightning, their divine power intensifying.
Railguns.
Using the lightning-infused barrels as rails,
They accelerated the projectiles to their limits using magnetic forces.
It was an unstable and volatile process.
Practically suicidal.
The slightest error in control would result in a catastrophic explosion.
Edanant, who commanded all the weapons, felt beads of sweat trickle down his forehead. He had wielded countless weapons throughout his life, but this was the first time he had handled such an experimental and volatile weapon.
-Ascend! Annihilate the enemies of the One True God!
-Fire at will!
The One True God’s divine artifacts radiated a brilliant light.
And in response, the magnetically accelerated projectiles hurtled towards Bellatiel.
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