A radiant halo of Saintly Power, starting from the cathedral of the archangels, soared into the sky as if to reach the heavens.
The door began to slowly open.
Soon, the gate connecting the heavens would open, and the Seraph would descend.
The Seraph.
It refers to the First Archangel who serves the Creator Deity.
What on earth was Maximilian trying to gain from the Seraph descending into the mortal realm? The sight of Maximilian raising his head and observing the light with a meaningful gaze deepened the doubt.
“I will kill the Seraph descended into the mortal realm.”
Recognizing the question directed at him, Maximilian spoke up.
Edanant and Zebeline stared at him with wide eyes.
– Damn! He left without a word and has gone completely insane!
“Killing the Seraph, the leader of the archangels? That’s like declaring war on the Creator Deity!”
The act of murdering an angel was a rebellion against the Creator Deity and a grave sin of the utmost degree.
Moreover,
Maximilian was targeting the Seraph.
From the beginning, Maximilian approached the Cardinals with the intent to kill the messenger of the heavens. Realizing this, Zebeline felt chills run down her spine and trembled.
Ordinary folks could never even dare to imagine this. Even the numerous villains recorded in scripture never harbored the delusion of killing a Seraph.
– So the Seraph intending to descend into the mortal realm is the mastermind behind this incident?
“Yes.”
– The hidden figure behind this will always bring future troubles. Shall we check their face while we have the chance?
“Be careful, Edan. The opponent is the leader of the archangels, the Seraph.”
As Maximilian added this, Edanant shrugged.
Zebeline, watching the Hohenberc brothers planning a rebellion against the Creator Deity from the shadows, let out a groan and pressed her temples.
She approached the shining halo.
At the same time, the sky turned into a canvas dyed with Saintly Power as the heavens opened.
*
The Cardinals of the Holy Kingdom could plan their scheme excluding Holy King Boerun because there was an archangel in the background.
The great will of the divine had descended.
Thus, the followers of the Creator Deity could only obey.
They brought the Saintess who sealed the Disaster of Famine into the Holy Sanctuary. Soon, the righteous Seraph would descend into the mortal realm to carry out judgment in preparation for the end of the world.
“Oh…!”
“Great Seraph Belashiel!”
The Cardinals, dressed in crimson vestments, knelt and worshipped. Enthralled by the brilliance of the saintly power, which expanded and contracted like the birth of life, they recited prayers with profound faith.
The gate to the heavens was opening.
Soon, the great Seraph would descend.
Although Warrior Maximilian’s betrayal caused disruptions in the plan, it was a trivial error. The Seraph would purify the impure apostates.
Thus, despite receiving the dreadful news that the Black Cardinal and the Invincible Sword had been forced to retreat, the Cardinals displayed strong expectations toward the halo.
──────!!
─────────!!!
A thunderous sound akin to a world-shattering clash echoed.
And as the gate to the heavens opened, the leader of the archangels revealed himself.
– I have descended into the mortal realm to respond to the call of the lambs seeking protection.
The bright halo enveloping him made it difficult to see clearly.
However, as the luminescence gradually faded, one could catch a glimpse of the holy majesty of the Seraph.
– Are the foul disasters once again daring to covet the throne of the Creator Deity? Truly lamentable…
A woman with vibrant orange hair reminiscent of a sunset spread her four pairs of wings wide and spoke in a solemn voice.
Seraph Belashiel.
The adopted daughter of the Earth Mother and the leader of the archangels.
The hero of the heavens who fought against the Disaster of Famine by upholding the command of the Creator Deity.
The Seraph, clad in resplendent armor adorned with platinum, raised her sharp lance. The foul energy of the disasters tainting the Holy Sanctuary was captured in her glass-like eyes.
“The Seraph has commanded that the Disaster of Famine be restrained!”
“Please judge the witch of disasters who has deceived the holy Creator Deity and mocked the righteous believers!”
The Cardinals of the Holy Kingdom shouted with fervent voices.
In response, Belashiel nodded and donned her platinum helmet like a knight preparing for battle.
*
Nausea welled up.
A vile killing intent surged almost to the point of overwhelming reason.
Without a doubt,
The gate to the heavens had opened, and the arch-nemesis had descended.
Edanant, compelled by the instinctive aversion, deployed nearly hundreds of siege weapons and bombarded the direction where the Seraph had descended.
Boom!
KABOOM!!!
Surely, the leader of the archangels wouldn’t fall at the first strike. That was merely optimistic hope.
This was a greeting.
A signal proclaiming a declaration of war.
Proving this point, the sacred power resembling the wings of a raptor counterattacked fiercely against the bombardment. The Seraph showed no signs of retreat against the Disaster of War, causing Edanant to reveal his teeth.
– I shall send you back, Seraph.
– Disaster of War! You are undoubtedly the mastermind that revived tyranny!
The clash between the disaster of black and pure white erupted as they unleashed their killing intent at each other.
Boom!
The ground beneath the Holy Sanctuary trembled as all the structures quaked.
The clash between the Divine Status of the Disaster God and the Creator Deity’s Divine Status scarred the very foundation of the sanctuary.
If the conflict continued, it would surely collapse.
Yet, Edanant and Belashiel did not cease their conflicts, fully aware of this.
– The earth mother must be anxious if the Seraph descends personally, huh? If all the innocents revive, the Creator Deity’s throne will have to deal with a fat behind.
– Shut your mouth! How dare you insult the Seraph in front of me!
They had suppressed War and Famine.
And they plunged Death into eternal rest.
The only disaster that had skillfully evaded the Creator Deity’s divine punishment was War. Thus, Belashiel sought to unleash her holiness to defeat War, the great sinner.
– You’d better not focus only on me.
– What?
As Edanant distanced himself, lightning bolts crackled noisily, striking down toward the Seraph. Caught off guard by the sudden surprise attack, Belashiel swallowed her breath and retreated.
She turned her head toward the direction the lightning struck.
There stood a girl with flowing silver hair, expressing an enmity that flickered like sulfurous flames.
The Disaster of Famine.
More accurately, it was the vessel of the Disaster of Famine.
Could it be the manifestation of enmity sparked by the reunion with her bitter enemy who had turned her into a puppet of the Creator Deity?
The Disaster of Famine, which had existed as a guardian of the Holy Kingdom until now, began to reveal its killing intent through Zebeline as a medium. A thunderous roar reverberated, striking at the eardrums.
‘Fortunately, it seems the Disaster of Famine has not fully manifested yet. It’s merely a temporary manifestation of a portion of its divine status. If so, I can hold off the Disaster of Famine for a while.’
Unlike Ludmilla, who had awakened as a servant of the disaster, Zebeline was just temporarily consumed by the Disaster of Famine. The fact that she was still maintaining her sanity spoke volumes.
The vessel of Famine could wait for a while.
Belashiel’s gaze turned back to Edanant.
– Oh, villain born from War, I shall deliver divine punishment on behalf of the supreme Creator Deity.
As the Seraph raised her holy spear, a vast sacred power rippled and took form as nearly hundreds of weapons.
Edanant deployed his muskets to counter.
In terms of sheer numbers, they were even.
If they clashed like this, it would be a standoff.
Weapons flew through the air as muskets fired, igniting an all-out battle. Both sides proved their equal strength, as Belashiel and Edanant remained unharmed.
‘Not your ordinary weapons, I see. Could they be holy relics bestowed by the Creator Deity? Just looking at them is nauseatingly similar to the Scepter of White Night.’
The Seraph’s holy relics bore a striking resemblance to the Scepter of White Night, to the point of discomfort. Surely, Beatrice’s holy relic was a replica modeled after the Seraph’s holy spear.
If so, the original golden holy spear surely had the ability to bestow eternal rest to the innocents, just like the Scepter of White Night.
– I’ll return the provocation from earlier. You’d best not focus solely on that holy spear.
At Belashiel’s gesture, pure white brilliance sparkled, and a multitude of weapons emerged.
Swords. Shields. Axes. Bows. Maces, and so on.
Various weapons spewed forth the flames of sanctity as if asking to be used.
Seeing the scene unfold before him, Edanant let out a heavy sigh. Just like the holy spear, all the weapons standing by Belashiel were holy relics created to seal away the innocent disasters.
– My mother told me. You, playing with the hearts of women to resurrect the Disaster of Famine!
– How rude. Pure love, you see.
To be precise, it wasn’t pure love.
After all, forming a harem with all the beautiful princesses combined.
Edanant responded to Belashiel’s scolding with a bold voice.
My site has received a lot of DMCA notices, lol. From now on, I will update the MTL on https://darkmtl.com/.
The site is fast and lightweight because there are no ads yet. However, the theme is different from Cybor-TL, so take some time to familiarize yourself.
Support me by donating at least $10, and you'll have the right to request any novel from Novelpia (excluding 19+ content) using a newly developed tool.