ALL NOVEL Chapter 161
All creatures of the lower realm, and even the arrogant gods of the heavenly realm, clashed with a power that was simply overwhelming.
Boom!
A clash of crimson torrents.
Whoosh – a black-and-white flame tainted in color.
The blow exchanged between war and death brought a definitive end to the crumbling Demon King’s Castle.
Thud!
The collision of powers was enough to warp space itself.
As space struggled to contain the mercilessly expanded force, phenomena such as a brilliantly colored light vortex wrapped around the area, like backlighting reflected on stained glass.
Shimmer!
It felt as if they had entered a hall of mirrors spewing countless glimmers.
Despite the hindrance of the blinding backlight, Edanant continued to glare at the monster. He forced his battered body to move, determined not to miss a single movement from the beast.
Grrr!
Monster.
A mutant born from the miracle of the Saintess and the disaster of death.
Perhaps due to the shock from the explosion, the monster trembled all over, wings spread wide.
Grr, dang it…!
The disaster armor, which had shed its internal bullets and missiles, had become a complete worthless heap even the scrap dealer would turn away from.
It was like a rocket with no thrust left.
The one-time rocket motor would only detach from the body after its usage was done.
Choosing to part with the armor, the cold metallic sound echoed as the scrap metal plates fell off one by one.
Clang!
Vroom…
With a sound cutting through the air, something came flying in.
Surprisingly, it was the greatsword of coldness wielded by the disaster embodied in Elizaveta.
Wham!
He reached out to grasp the sword’s hilt.
It was the sole variable that would give him resurgence after his divine status of war was depleted and he had shed the armor. Accepting the favor extended by the disaster of death, he let the sharp blade dangle.
*
The wing-broken monster fell into the abyss of the thousand-foot cliff. The defeated monster had temporarily lost all its powers from the clash of forces.
Thud!
It collapsed on the ground with a cloud of dust.
During its fall to the bottom, it collided with numerous obstacles. The weak body of the monster, drained of all power, fell like a butterfly with wings torn off in the hands of playful children, landing on the dirt.
“Are you… going to kill me?”
The beautiful monster, lying on the cold ground, spoke.
Before the pitiful question could fully escape her lips, the sharp blade pointed at her slender neck.
“Then hurry up and kill me. I… lost.”
…
The voice, filled with regret and lament, evoked memories of burnt ashes. Edanant, who had stared down at the monster for a long while, trembled the sword tip in hesitation.
Could it be a change of heart?
Despite having grasped the long-awaited victory after so much turmoil, to hesitate at the last moment.
Such behavior was uncharacteristic for the always meticulous Edanant.
No,
It might actually suit him better.
Though thorough in nature, he also showed traces of being emotionally bound. The monster smirked, recalling the memories of Edanant stored in the Saintess’ mind.
“Is it… because of that woman? If I die, will she die too?”
…
“Right, Edanant only worries about that woman. No matter what I say…, you’ll never look at me instead of her…”
…what a pointless thought.
The faint light that felt as if it would crumble under his grasp had reached the bottom of the piercing. While laying on the cold ground and staring at the light, the monster sighed in sadness, slowly raising one hand.
Her powers were still in a paralyzed state.
The monster raised her hand wanting to grasp the softly glowing light.
But it was nothing more than a futile effort.
She would never be able to trap the light in her grasp.
Edanant…
The monster watched the light in a daze and whispered softly.
“Damn empty shell wielded that weapon… If I use it, I might be able to save her… Of course, the power of command… the miracle of the Saintess would completely disappear…”
Why tell me that?
The greatsword offered by the disaster of death was a weapon to utterly annihilate the Saintess’s miracle.
If the miracle of the saintess perishes, the divine status of death that had been dominated until now would return to its original owner. And the pitiful soul that wanted to be the beloved saint would disappear completely from the world, leaving no trace behind.
Could she have instinctively realized her end?
The beautiful monster lamented in remorse.
“I’m tired, I’m worn out. So, I want to rest…”
…
Nodding, he firmly gripped the hilt.
And aiming the sharp blade at the monster, who asked for rest, he spoke.
I won’t ask you to understand. Blame me to your heart’s content.
It was time to cast aside all hesitation.
Further hesitation would only be irresponsibility and sheer hypocrisy.
The cold metallic sound echoed.
At the same time, the sharp tip pierced through her chest.
Kiiigik!
Creeeak! Crunch!
As the greatsword of coldness pierced through, a spine-chilling explosion erupted.
Black cracks formed in the chest where the sword had pierced, and pure white radiance poured out.
The miracle of the Saintess.
It pronounced death to the divine miracle symbolizing the Second Saintess Beatrice.
The pure white radiance thrashed out a brilliant shine, but the shadow of death would not permit it. The white light was consumed by the dark shadows, bringing the miracle of the Saintess to its absolute end.
And then—
“Edan, nant…”
Would Beatrice have been loved if she had become Beatrice?
If she had been born as Beatrice, could she have monopolized your attention and love?
Regret lingered.
The fact that she ultimately received no love was lamentable.
She had wanted to be the benevolent saint beloved by everyone, but that dream was impossible. For a mere counterfeit born from sacrifice and misfortune, nothing could be accepted but an illusion.
I’m sorry.
Edanant offered his dry apology.
The monster smiled gently while gazing at the anguished face of the tormented man.
*
The miracle of the Saintess perished.
With that, the suppressed divine status of death was released from Beatrice’s body.
Shwaaaaack!
Black shadows surged skyward like the night sky.
Accepting the result of battle, the divine status of death decided to return.
Oh ho, so the war ultimately defeated the monster.
The shadows dispersed in multiple directions, scattering like waves crashing against a rock, before converging around the disaster embodied in the Villainous Princess.
Extending its hand, the disaster spoke with a rising excitement.
By the way, our princess is really soft. If she had accepted this plan I suggested, she would have led both the monster and the saintess to death all at once. What a shame.
Ending Beatrice’s life would have been the most efficient move.
Yawn.
It was just boring.
The mastermind who had not only sealed itself but had also turned into a powerless puppet. Even the saintess who revered hypocrites once took away the precious fiancé of her own vessel.
It had aimed to deal with Beatrice through Edanant’s hand. However, Elizaveta raged and opposed him the moment she heard it, leading to a lukewarm outcome where only the miracle of the saintess was annihilated while leaving Beatrice.
Hmm.
Looking at Edanant quietly cradling the unconscious Beatrice, the disaster felt an intense mix of emotions stirring within.
Jealousy.
A heated mixture of envy and soft hatred.
It was like the sharp pain of carving out one’s own heart.
That was probably the feeling Elizaveta was experiencing while watching Edanant. As she shared her thoughts through her vessel, she could read her true feelings.
It would have been better if he had just killed her.
Despite deeply hating the saintess while also feeling envy, he refused to do so.
Why? It was incomprehensible.
Facing Elizaveta’s frustrating demeanor, the disaster sighed, revealing its disappointment.
Hmph, seems she’s finally about to awaken.
How long had it been?
The woman who had fallen into a long slumber, deprived of her body, finally awoke.
Edan… nant?
…Beatrice.
The saintess spoke with a dazed expression.
To which Edanant responded with a voice filled with mixed emotions.
Boom!
At the moment their reunion was achieved after numerous twists and turns, a wave pulsed.
The creator deity’s divine status, which had been observing the situation, finally intervened.
As the monster, which had dominated the body, perished, Beatrice was once more able to fulfill her role as a vessel containing a divine status. The ever-watchful Gael would not miss the opportunity and instantly possessed Beatrice.