The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

124 – 124. The Fallen (3)

The clash of the strongest ruthlessly trampled the holy city of the one true god.

The sanctuary had completely turned to ruins.

Divinity and prosperity existed nowhere.

Most of the buildings had collapsed, leaving only an empty wasteland.

It was a dream.

This is undoubtedly a terrible nightmare.

The traces of destruction, filled with dust and dirt, have made it impossible to deny reality. The brilliant history built by the great sovereigns has turned to ashes in an instant, so it is perhaps natural to feel a lack of reality.

“It is the work of the calamity of innocence!”

“The Seraph is descending to stop the calamity of innocence!”

A tremor that shakes the very earth.

Waves of power spread the aftershocks in succession.

The battle is not yet over.

The clash of pure white radiance and pitch-black calamity spoke of that.

The paladins, who had barely retreated from the scene, aimed to join the fray immediately after regrouping. They sought to assist the Seraph, who was engaged in a fierce duel, to defeat the wicked mastermind.

– It is the time for vengeance!

– The calamity of war has commanded! Annihilate all those who follow the One True God!

As the forces of the sovereign nation attempted to advance in unison,

A blackened smoke screen unfurled.

At the same time, countless shadows emerged from within the smoke.

They were the minions of the calamity who had sworn loyalty to the calamity of innocence. The cultist forces, seeking to escape the oppression and persecution of the empire and the sovereign nation, had launched a full-scale invasion of the city of the One True God.

It was akin to an all-out war.

The war of faith, which had concluded with the complete victory of the Earth Mother, was unfolding once more.

With the thunderous roar of lightning, the divine presence of the calamity spread everywhere. Surrounded entirely by a sinister aura, the paladins unfurled their blades of radiance to confront the heresy of the cult.

– Our prophet has forbidden killing! That means… it is the holy will to inflict the utmost humiliation upon the fanatical scum of the sovereign nation! So break their limbs and turn them into chunks of meat!!

A vampire woman bared her sharp fangs and shouted.

The sound of desperate screams echoed.

In response, the vampire stretched out her hands, reveling in the feast of fresh blood.

Thanks to the great prophet personally intervening, they were able to invade the main forces of the sovereign nation. Gazing at the ruins turned to rubble and the thick dust hanging in the air, the vampire blushed her pale face as she praised the great prophet.

“You…! You are surely a vampire!”

“To think the accursed tribe would defile the sanctuary… they deserve to die!”

Beautiful black hair cascading down to her waist.

Red eyes shining ominously like fresh blood.

She boasted a beauty that could even shake the most devout faith.

The vampire wore a pitch-black evening dress like mourning attire. The paladins, glancing at the voluptuous chest and thighs of the alluring vampire, felt their minds clouding as they raised their blades.

– Ah! At last, the city of the Earth Mother meets its doom!

Swoosh.

A massive amount of blood, scattered all around, began to converge.

The blood, rising in a gelatinous form like slime, spread out in all directions like iron chains, binding the paladins who were engaged in battle.

And with a horrifying crunch, the skeletal frames of the paladins were crushed.

They were not killed.

They were simply rendered incapable of fighting.

These were the elite of the Holy Kingdom, blessed with divinity from the One True God. Despite the screams of the paladins echoing from all sides, Ariel relentlessly unfurled the chains of blood, incapacitating the forces of the Holy Kingdom.

“You vampire witch!”

“Cut the blood! The vampire’s magic is weak against divine power!”

The vampire’s magic, which uses fresh blood as a medium, is vulnerable to divine power. The seasoned paladins countered by severing the chains of fresh blood with blades imbued with divinity.

In response, Ariel displayed a relaxed demeanor and extended her arm.

– Crumble.

The platinum bracelet adorning the beautiful vampire’s wrist unleashed its magical power. As the magic unfolded, the charging paladins were sent crashing to the cold ground.

The footsteps of a giant.

A gravity spell that brought down the imperial palace where the emperor resided.

Ariel, whose specialty was manipulating gravity at will, unleashed a wide-ranging assault using the sage’s magical artifact. The paladins had no choice but to be pinned to the ground, groaning in agony.

“Cough!”

“Is this… gravity magic?!”

Gravity magic is powerful, but it consumes a massive amount of magical energy, making it regarded as an inefficient technique in the magic tower.

Yet Ariel, activating such gravity magic on a large scale, subdued dozens of paladins.

Berglissar.

Thanks to the magical artifact created by the archmages and a member of the saintly party, the sage’s magical artifact.

Had it not been for the masterpiece of the magic tower, which granted near-infinite magical energy, even the Apostle of Fresh Blood would have faced exhaustion and depletion of power. Ariel continued to unleash the magical artifact, restraining the forces of the Holy Kingdom.

– Behold, foolish fanatics who worship the false One True God!

It won’t be long now.

The great prophet shall obliterate the cursed city without a trace.

The slaughterhouse, which unjustly executed countless compatriots, must meet its demise as a consequence of its actions. Ariel struck an exaggerated pose, confident in the victory of the cultist forces.

“You’re holding something quite familiar.”

– What is that old woman doing in the sky…?

A deeply pulled-down pointed hat.

A daring dress that reveals her slender figure.

A broom equipped with numerous spells, including the floating magic that flies through the sky.

The great sorcerer, observing the clash between the ashes of war and the celestial angel while flying over the sanctuary, arrived at the scene. The waves of magical power ravaging the holy knights of the Kingdom of Seonghwang felt all too familiar.

“That was a gift for my son… Why is a complete stranger, a vampire, holding it?”

—What, son?

A woman with flowing emerald hair asked with a bright smile.

But the meaning behind her smile was closer to coercion than affection.

Breathe fire immediately.

If you don’t want to end up in a dire situation.

Bluish flames, glowing like will-o’-the-wisps, were summoned. It was a magical conflagration that devoured vast amounts of magical power, spewing forth overwhelming firepower. Faced with the blazing inferno, Ariel swallowed hard, sensing the impending crisis.

“No, before answering your question… what does it have to do with the ashes of war? I’m quite curious. I’m slowly looking for my next employer. Given the devastation, it seems I can’t squeeze anything out of the Kingdom of Seonghwang.”

—Employer?

Querisa Nesserhane.

The master of the Red Tower was currently seeking a new patron and employer.

The sanctuary, once boasting the brilliant history of the Kingdom of Seonghwang, had been completely devastated by the clash between the ashes and the celestial angel. The Kingdom would have to undergo austerity for at least a decade to fully restore the sanctuary.

It seemed impossible to collect the promised reward.

She would likely be handed a worthless IOU instead.

Foreseeing a desperate future, Querisa let out a heavy sigh as she gazed at the apostles of the god of disaster. They radiated a dark aura, hinting at their unwillingness to respond obediently, revealing their hostility.

“…These young ones these days really don’t know how to show respect. Did you perhaps leave your manners at home?”

The tower master raised her hand.

In that moment—.

Gravity magic activated, causing all troops, including Ariel, to tumble with a collective scream.

—My, my magic…!

Gravity only gets consumed by stronger gravity.

As if to demonstrate this, when Querisa activated her gravity magic, Ariel’s magic was easily dispelled.

Thud, thud, thud—.

A strong pressure crushed her entire body.

Escaping the bonds of gravity was impossible. The apostles of the god of disaster, overwhelmed by the giant’s footsteps, gasped for breath, making choking sounds.

“You should call me sister, not grandmother.”

Querisa knelt down, stroking Ariel’s head as she lay on the ground like a frog about to be dissected.

The touch that caressed the hair was filled only with a chilling sensation.

* * *

Edanant lifted the platinum chain that radiated a dazzling brilliance.

In response, Belasiel clutched his right hand, pierced by a bullet, and spoke in a voice possessed by malice.

– This is the divine weapon of the heavenly realm, forged by the one true god! There’s no way I would accept you, the vessel of misfortune!

“Is that so?”

Contrary to the fierce warning of the archangel, the platinum chain remained silent.

There was no resistance whatsoever.

As Edanant grasped it, the chain emitted a pure white glow, as if welcoming its new master.

Both Edanant and Belasiel fell into silence simultaneously at the completely unexpected outcome. They had never anticipated that the divine artifact would respond so obediently, and a heavy sense of bewilderment washed over them.

“Since I’m using the holy sword bestowed upon humans by the one true god, I suppose it’s only natural that this would be the result… It seems I’ve fortuitously acquired a rather useful trophy.”

– Chain of the Abyss! Subdue him at once! The one who grasps you is a vessel of misfortune!

“The chain isn’t budging at all.”

– Why is this happening?! How can a divine artifact accept misuse…?!

Misuse, huh…

How could it possibly be misused?

I want to make the one true god furious and seething with rage.

Hearing the sharp cry, Edanant fell into a moment of contemplation.

Finally, as if he had organized his thoughts, he stared at Belasiel while gripping the platinum chain with both hands. Right before him stood someone who could make excellent use of the divine artifact he had acquired as a trophy.

“If you’re the leader of the archangels, you might be quite useful.”

– S-Stop! Even if it costs me my life, I will not accept the dominion of misfortune!

“The misfortune of tyranny, which has been reduced to a puppet for hundreds of years, and the misfortune of famine must have thought the same.”

– Ugh! Just kill me!!

That was a line one might expect from a knight captured by monsters.

But Edanant did not hesitate.

He lifted the choker connected to the chain and fastened it around Belasiel’s neck, who was struggling with all his might.

Click.

With a short metallic sound, the choker tightened around his neck.

It was the moment when the protector of the heavenly realm, who led the archangels, was reduced to a mere possession. As the choker clicked into place, part of the armor, which had been filled with cracks, shattered, revealing skin as white as jade.

Larger than Ludmila.

Overwhelmingly so.

A large pocket overflowing with maternal love revealed pure, crimson fruit.

My gaze met that of Bellaciel, who, with one arm covering her ample bosom, was brimming with tears of humiliation.