Chapter 376
If he had fought with everything he had, without letting his guard down, it would have been difficult for Chris to deal with him as well.
But now that it had become a contest between Advents of Creation, the story became much easier.
It was because of the ‘authority’ of the Throne.
[As expected of the great vessel. How amazing. But do you think I will let things go as you wish?]
The Archbishop let out a smirk.
He tried to escape from the domain of Chris’s Advent of Creation, but his smile suddenly disappeared.
He could not escape.
[…What?]
The Throne possessed an authority that dominated everything within its domain.
So now that he was trapped inside, he could not escape as he wished.
The only way was to confront the Throne with an even more superior Advent of Creation, but that was an impossible task for him.
“There’s no time, so let’s end this quickly.”
As Chris beckoned with his hand, a light emerged.
Over the brilliant light, darkness overlapped once again.
It was the darkness that held light, the Demonic Radiance.
The Demonic Radiance, reborn as a 9-Star ultimate skill, incomparably more stable than when he had been an 8-Star, flew toward the Archbishop.
[!!]
The Archbishop’s complexion turned white.
It was not at the level of a mere 9-Star (advancing)’s ultimate skill.
It was a power that did not fall short even when compared to the ultimate skill unfolded by a complete Demon King.
Paaaaaaaat!!
Evil Energy stretched out from the Archbishop and defended against the Demonic Radiance.
[Keuheuk!!]
He had barely managed to block it, but the damage was evident.
[Huhu. How amazing. I will admit it. It seems I have underestimated you. It seems I am no match for you.]
The Archbishop quickly admitted his own shortcomings.
But that was not to say he had accepted defeat.
[O, great ones! I offer my soul, so please let your great will descend upon the earth!!]
Crack, crack.
The Archbishop’s entire body trembled. His eyes became bloodshot, and then, the focus in his pupils gradually disappeared.
An Evil Energy incomparably greater than before began to flow out.
A purer, and even more sinister Evil Energy.
“Be careful! He is trying to make a devil descend by using his own soul as a sacrifice!!”
It was just as Idrinne had shouted.
Nordian grit his teeth.
“A devil. Those rotten things. Christian! Leave this place at once! I will somehow hold them off from behind!!”
It was no ordinary devil.
At least a noble class.
No, judging from the Evil Energy flowing from him, it was a highest-ranking devil of at least the Duke or Marquis class.
They could absolutely not win.
However.
“Didn’t I say it was fine?”
A leisure that still did not fit the situation.
At the same time, an unbelievable miracle occurred.
Thud.
Suddenly, the transformation that had been progressing in the Archbishop’s body stopped.
The Evil Energy that had been raging like a storm was cut off abruptly. As if someone had blocked it.
The descent had stopped!
[H-how?]
The Archbishop stuttered.
His complexion had turned pale, as if his spirit had taken a blow from the backlash of the failed descent.
“You still don’t get it? This place is entirely my space.”
Chris raised the corner of his mouth.
“Not even a devil can presume to challenge my Throne.”
That was right.
Now that the ‘Throne’ was unfolded, no one could easily invade his domain.
Even if that someone were a devil.
‘Especially since the class of my soul is not inferior to that of a decent devil. It might be a different story if it had completely descended, but in a state where it has not even descended upon the earth like this, it is absolutely impossible.’
“Let’s end this.”
As Chris beckoned with his hand, a brilliant light filled the surroundings.
It was a magnificent light, as if paying respects to the Throne.
It was not just light. Darkness, too, and everything in the world, as if in competition, offered their respects to the Throne.
Ultimate Skill.
The Veneration of Light and Dark.
The Throne sentenced him to death.
The light and dark that had filled the entire world rushed toward the Archbishop like a tidal wave.
The Archbishop blankly stared at the magnificent sight.
It was a beautiful sight, to the point of losing one’s mind, even as death was rushing in.
He belatedly tried to draw up his Evil Energy, but it was useless.
Due to the aftereffects of the descent, the control of his power was not smooth.
No, even if he had been able to exert his power properly, the result would not have changed.
Because this ultimate skill just now was not the power of a mere 9-Star (advancing).
Gooooooooo.
The light and dark swept over the Archbishop, and with a deafening roar, the Archbishop’s body scattered into dust.
He had been annihilated without even leaving a corpse behind.
[Wh-what?]
The Lord of the Four Kings' Castle, who had been watching the scene, wore an expression of disbelief.
‘That’s a 9-Star (advancing)? Impossible.’
Although he had become a low 9-Star and a complete Demon King, he could absolutely not manifest the level of power Chris had just shown.
It was an authority beyond the standard.
‘At that level, it’s comparable to a mid 9-Star?’
The presence of the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle subsided, and Chris, as if to show off, raised the corner of his mouth and thought to himself.
‘…This was a one-time power that I barely managed to unfold by force, but. Well, I suppose there’s no need to show it.’
Just as the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle had thought, it was not a power he could use with his current state.
He had pushed himself greatly because he had to get rid of the Archbishop quickly.
‘If he hadn't let his guard down and if luck hadn't been on my side in many ways, I wouldn't have been able to end this so easily.’
Instead, Chris was in a state of exhaustion from having pushed himself to end the fight as quickly as possible.
It was impossible for him to use any great power from now on.
‘Still, it doesn't matter. All I have to do now is lend a hand.’
Nordian and Idrinne.
They were both monsters.
With just a little help, the tide of the battle would be completely turned.
‘But who should I help first?’
The situation was similar for both of them.
They were being pushed back by a narrow margin.
Idrinne shouted.
“I am fine! Please lend your hand to Grandfather!!”
“…Grandfather? Since when did I become your grandfather?”
“Ah! I have admired you for a long time, so I could not contain my joyous heart and made a mistake. If you are Christian’s grandfather, then you are the same as the grandfather in my heart. You were as gallant as I had always admired, so I misspoke without realizing it.”
“Keke. You even make mistakes prettily. In any case, I am fine. You go and help that little one over there first.”
“…Wait, a little one?”
“You can call me whatever you like, Grandfather!! If it is you calling me, then I like it all!!”
‘I have a problem with it, though?’
Chris frowned deeply.
He had no idea what nonsense the two of them were spouting.
Unfortunately, there was no time to argue.
‘Let’s help them at the same time.’
It was possible.
Paaaaaaaat!
He expanded the domain of the Throne.
So that it could embrace both Idrinne and Nordian.
“What is this?”
“Heo.”
Idrinne and Nordian wore looks of surprise.
Power was welling up beyond their own limits.
It was the authority of the Throne, the ‘Blessing’.
The blessing of the king who looked down upon the entire world had been bestowed upon the two of them.
That was not all.
The domain of the Throne continued to stretch out and envelop the other enemies.
A completely opposite authority crushed the enemies.
‘Intimidation’.
It was an authority that forcibly suppressed the opponent’s spirit with the might of a king.
The Cardinal and Bishop of the Mystic Demonic House, and even the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle, all felt an immense pressure from the might of the Throne.
[You whelp…!! How dare you use such a petty trick on me!!!]
The Lord of the Four Kings' Castle let out an enraged shout.
But it was not just a ‘petty trick’.
No matter how much the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle was a low 9-Star, it was impossible for him to escape from the authority of the Throne.
Because the ‘Intimidation’ of the Throne, an authority that dominated the entire world, possessed an ‘absoluteness’ that did not discriminate, no matter who the opponent was.
‘Of course, the higher the state, the relatively lighter the pressure they will receive, but.’
The problem was that the opponent of the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle was Nordian.
And one who had grown even more intense with the blessing of the Throne.
It was more than enough to turn the tide of the battle.
‘Not to mention Idrinne’s side.’
Even the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle, who was of a high state, was negatively affected by the intimidation of the Throne.
Then what about the Cardinal and Bishop who had not yet ascended to 9-Star?
Their power was weakened to an incomparable degree.
[I-impossible?]
[What kind of 9-Star (advancing)’s Advent of Creation is like this?]
[What kind of Demon King is he trying to become?]
The magi of the Mystic Demonic House stared at Chris in astonishment.
He had not even properly become a Demon King as a 9-Star (advancing) yet.
What if Christian were to ascend to the state of a perfect Demon King? It was frightening to even imagine.
[We must stop him!]
[Even if it means breaking the vessel, we must deal with him here!]
Of course, it was a wish that could not be fulfilled.
“Your opponent is me. You will not lay a single finger on my friend, Christian.”
It was Idrinne who had been blocking them with her genius talent, despite her state being much lower.
Now that she even had Chris’s blessing, it was needless to say more. The three, the Cardinal and Bishops of the Mystic Demonic House, could not get past Idrinne.
‘I’m here, too.’
Chris did not stop at simply assisting the two.
He observed the situation from time to time and intervened by using the Demonic Radiance at the necessary moments.
His energy had already dropped to the point where it was impossible to use any great power, but it was more than possible to catch them off guard.
Whenever Chris launched such a surprise attack, the hands and feet of the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle or the magi of the Mystic Demonic House would be thrown into disarray, and they would suffer great damage.
And then, an event that would decisively determine the course of the battle occurred.
“Brother, I am here!!”
“I am here as well!”
Grand Duke Besen and Duke Huam had broken through the barrier of the Mystic Demonic House whelps and had appeared!
“…I am here, too. Christian, you thief.”
The head of the Blood Sword Demonic House, Rubinson, also joined in.
For some reason, he was glaring at Christian with displeasure.
“…You whelp, that gaze. Are you perhaps daring to glare at my grandson? Do you want your eyeballs plucked out?”
“Heuk. I-I apologize.”
“I apologize for having such a worthless father, Grandfather!”
There was such a minor happening, but it was not an important matter.
Rubinson joined Idrinne, and Grand Duke Besen and Duke Huam attacked the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle along with Nordian.
And then.
[H-how could this be….]
The Lord of the Four Kings' Castle, whose core had been destroyed by Nordian’s sword, raised a trembling hand.
Toward Christian.
[B-because of you… everything….]
"Shut up, you bag of bones. Take your hands off my grandson."
A dark demonic energy raged.
It was Nordian’s ultimate skill, the ‘Abyss of Darkness’.
A heavy demonic energy, like the abyss itself, on a different level from Christian’s dark demonic energy, tore the body of the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle to shreds.
It was the end of the Lord of the Four Kings' Castle, who had reigned as one of the strongest in the Magus Empire.
“Now, all that’s left is to finish off those disgusting whelps.”
Nordian turned his head.
The three from the Mystic Demonic House were also nearly finished.
Stab!
Idrinne’s sword pierced the heart of the Bishop who had been holding out until the very end.
Finally, everything was over!
To have brought down the Four Kings' Castle was a historic moment, but Chris suddenly frowned.
“What is it?”
“Well.”
Something didn’t feel right.
It didn’t feel like it was over.
On the contrary, it felt as if something even bigger was approaching.
‘What is it?’
Then, Nordian’s expression also began to harden.
“…What is this?”
Next was Idrinne.
Then Rubinson, Grand Duke Besen, and Duke Huam’s faces also hardened.
They all felt it.
Something whose exact nature they could not tell, but which for that very reason felt even more eerie, was washing over them.
Just then, a strange phenomenon occurred.
It was from the corpses of the three from the Mystic Demonic House who had fallen.
Fwoooosh!
A blue flame burned the three corpses.