The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped

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Oh, outsider,

Are you trying to shatter the glorious throne you’ve seized by betraying all Creator Deities and banishing every Disaster God?

How brazen.

Truly, unbelievably brazen.

To dare drop the unique Divinity that no one has ever dared to encroach upon.

You ended the war by banishing all divine beings that sullied this beautiful world with the scourge of greed. And you claimed the birth of prosperity by handing over history, which was once the gods’ exclusive property, to humanity.

For the present world.

And for all believers in the present world.

War. Tyranny. Famine. Death.

The sworn enemies that have constantly denied the birth of life.

If you usurpers occupied the throne of the Creator Deity, the world would be shrouded in darkness. You attempted to completely erase it from the world for the sake of peace and the survival of humanity.

“You shall face the retribution that has returned… for the world, and for humanity.”

The Saintess and the Hero declared.

And the outsider boasted.

The existence of the Creator Deity must be erased.

To restore the skewed balance favoring one side.

The gray, which completely erases the praise of life, tolerated not the existence of the Creator Deity. If it were to maintain the throne of the Creator Deity until the end, the gray that enveloped the demon realm would someday swallow humanity’s territories too.

“It’s no surprise. It’s merely my turn now.”

All righteousness and justification lie with the usurper.

Usurpation.

Only usurpation can save the world.

Oh, outsider.

The usurper who has emerged after hundreds of years.

If you are determined to end the era of the Creator Deity, then surely you must have the qualification that matches it. After all, you are the one who unified the disaster of Innocence, my sworn enemy.

Go on, take it.

Prove you’re the usurper.

The nemesis before you is the pinnacle of faith encompassing all divine beings of the present world.

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The tri-headed dragon enveloped in flames lunged forward with its mouth wide open.

And the fallen angel, with its wings broken, threw its hands up, unleashing lightning.

Flames and lightning.

The wrath of tyranny and famine surged from both sides.

“……”

What blocked the flames and lightning that had burned countless foes was a pristine white hand. As that frail hand like a slender reed stood in the way, black flames and lightning dissipated like mirage.

Hiss-.

They disappeared, having lost their power.

But that wasn’t all.

Like a projection exposed to light, a radiant display in multiple colors overtook the space. Soon, intangible arrows formed from light initiated indiscriminate fire, targeting both Ludmilla and Zebeline at once.

“Are you alright?”

“I can endure…!”

This isn’t full power.

It was merely a warning.

Radiant Line.

A power that embodies sublime divine punishment.

If Gael had gone all out, Ludmilla and Zebeline would have been completely incinerated. The tingling pain flowing through both hands spoke that truth.

“Can’t you go easy on me? You have no attachment to the throne anymore!”

“For the sake of humanity, I can sacrifice anything. But… I won’t let it be taken easily.”

With a cold metallic sound, Edanant shaped his right hand into a machine gun.

The M2 Browning machine gun.

A piece of weaponry he had tested on the Seraph Belashiel long ago.

The machine gun, cruelly enhanced by the power of the Disaster of War, pierced through the formidable defense of the Demon Kingdom’s Shield. With thunderous gunfire, a deluge of over hundreds of bullets was unleashed.

“First time seeing such a weapon… Could it be the outer world’s armament?”

“Now that’s impressive.”

It was weaponry that far surpassed the imagination.

800 rounds per minute.

An overwhelming firepower capable of piercing through any defense.

And the accuracy of the bullets fired from the .45-inch barrel was commendable as well.

Clearly, it was a firearms weapon developed to slaughter as many humans as possible at once. Truly a fitting armament for the accursed deity that revels in bloodshed and disaster.

“But if it doesn’t hit, it’s useless.”

The multicolored projection that had fired divine punishment emerged, intercepting the onslaught of bullets numbering in the thousands. The muted bullets that had been thwarted lost their power and scattered across the ground.

Had time stopped?

It certainly didn’t feel like it was blocked by a barrier.

What trickery is this?

Edanant clicked his tongue while lowering the machine gun basking in the atmosphere of indifference.

Rumble!

When one hand of the Creator Deity was facing forward, a massive Frost Giant appeared suddenly from behind with no warning, slamming down its massive sword.

A chill swept through the air.

It was the Death Blizzard that had seized the Demon King’s Castle.

Though the Frost Giant attacked suddenly, it couldn’t break through the realm of the Prism. Demonstrating overwhelming disparity, Gael effortlessly blocked the attack unleashed by the Disaster of Death.

“……”

Then, changes began to occur to Gael, who had also blocked the attacks of Ludmilla and Zebeline. A saintly mark began to appear on his flawless white skin, shimmering with radiant light.

Spots and lines.

Various patterns were etched into the pure white skin.

They bore clear forms reminiscent of constellations in the night sky.

“You must have honed your strength and skills fighting countless foes until now. But it’s still insufficient. You didn’t really think you’d surpass the Extreme Aurora which defeated the Disaster of Innocence, did you?”

Extreme Aurora.

A miracle granted to the Creator Deity encompassing all divine beings of the present world.

Nullifies all power.

Suppresses all abilities.

Before the Creator Deity, all existences are merely insignificant creatures.

Gael, who unfolded the Extreme Aurora through his own flesh, became an unassailable being. He left a mark of disparity on the Disaster of Innocence without any incantations or movements for magic activation.

Fire away.

The world lit up.

At that moment, beams of hundreds shot forth.

The Radiant Lines that threatened the Red Dragon and White Dragon. As an instantaneous attack used without any prior preparation, he could unleash beams that would stain the sky in an instant with just a short incantation.

“Damn it, there’s never an easy run, huh…!”

Edanant clenched his fist.

Then a crimson vortex surged, lifting numerous metals into the air.

He was deflecting everything.

The weapons of the Disaster of War erupted in flame as they clashed with the beams.

Even projectiles fortified by disaster had no chance against the Creator Deity’s Radiant Line. Hence, numbers taken to their limit were mobilized. A spectacle unfolded where dozens of bullets clashed against a single beam.

“A Warmonger. Truly a skill fitting of that title.”

“I don’t know about that cringe nickname!”

With overwhelming firepower, the battlefield was razed to the ground.

The Warmonger.

Indeed, he showcased a power deserving of the title.

Gael genuinely praised it, but to Edanant, it was mockery. Gritting his teeth, he concentrated on the concentrated bombardment toward the Creator Deity.

“Furthermore….”

It wasn’t just Edanant.

The figures of Ludmilla in her half-dragon form alongside Zebeline draped in black divine attire entered his view.

They shredded the Radiant Line.

They were fiercely fighting against something they had barely managed to overcome moments ago.

If he added the powers of the Extreme Aurora, they would surely achieve an overwhelming victory, but that wasn’t what he wanted. His aim was to ascertain whether Edanant and the Disaster of Innocence had the qualifications of a usurper.

The Descending Strike!!

Ludmilla swung her dragon wings, sending raging fireballs flying. Responding to that, Zebeline also raised the blackened holy relic high.

“……!”

The flames of tyranny approached right before their eyes.

And the black lightning that had soared to the skies came crashing down like a waterfall.

The assault of tyranny and famine came surging.

But what startled Gael was not their fierce assault.

Boom!

The ground beneath his feet cracked, and a fierce blizzard erupted.

The Disaster of Death had unleashed an assault on the ground.

“They truly are different. Those wretches had no concept of unity.”

Unlike the monsters who prioritized individual strength and capability, the vessels containing the powers of monsters maneuvered their divinity like intricately linked gears.

Is this not the difference between divine beings and humans?

How amusing.

Interest began to unfold.

For the first time, he found fascination in the barbaric act of fighting.

The constellation-marked skin of the Creator Deity radiated brilliance.

“Yes, reach out even more desperately.”

Boom-.

Gael’s step containing the power of the Extreme Aurora crashed against the ground.

In that instant, the flames of tyranny, the lightning of famine, and the chill of death all spiraled into the whirlpool of the Extreme Aurora, returning to nothingness.

“Oh, outsider.”

A multitude of missiles, armed with high explosive bombs, awaited the Creator Deity. As Edanant summoned countless unknown weapons, his gaze met Gael’s, and he extended his hand.

Had he pulled out all his strength?

Then I must summon my power as well.

The constellations’ marks, which enveloped his face and body, had now begun to cover even his slender hands.

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