The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped

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The radiance of the Holy Spear unfurled as a sacred display of armament.

The musket spewed fire as it launched a bullet of disaster.

Countless weapons and bullets pelted down like rain, creating a brutal stalemate.

At this rate, it would only lead to a war of attrition.
Realizing this, Edanant and Belashiel expanded their vast divine status and surged forward.

I’ll receive it!

As the Holy Sword and Holy Spear clashed, a fierce battle erupted.

An unbearable discord that could not be mixed. It evoked images of ferocious beasts charging at each other to devour their prey.

Edanant, seizing the opportunity, shouted out Aldebaran and attempted an attack. However, the strike of the Holy Sword was rendered futile as the platinum shield blocked his path.

Kirigik—!

A round shield forged in a way that halted Aldebaran’s blade.

Not only that. The golden holy light spreading from Aldebaran’s tip dispersed like dust as it met the Seraph’s shield.

It was clear that it was a holy relic with the power to seal both divine status and holiness.

Edanant clicked his tongue as he narrowly parried the spear attacks wielded by Belashiel.

You’ve attached all sorts of cheats to my daughter! Earth Mother, you foolish simpleton!

It is to punish the disasters that disturb the mortal realm.

The Holy Spear of sealing that overwhelms disasters. The True Magic Shield that neutralizes any and all attacks.

There must be other holy relics not yet revealed, possessing ridiculous powers comparable to that of the spear and shield.

Completely armored like an impregnable fortress, Belashiel refused to be defeated. Especially her spear techniques, characterized by their unpredictable strikes, rivaled even Maximilian, the greatest hero of all time.

You dare to aim your blade at a Seraph after betraying holy vows? Apostate!

Imitating Ilkeron, Maximilian activated the Area of Swiftness and approached Belashiel’s rear, brandishing Procyon and Altair.

Shraaak—!

But the whip, striking like a venomous snake, parried the blade, causing the ambush to fail.

…You certainly didn’t predict my movements. Could it be a weapon capable of autonomous attacks?

The Area of Swiftness transcended the limits of speed, to the point of deceiving even the Seraph’s instincts.

As if to prove this point, Belashiel failed to detect the ambush until the moment the blade was thrust forward.

But—.
The Seraph had a convenient holy relic that could block even attacks she hadn’t noticed.

The Charmed Whip.

Armed with sharp blades, the whip revolved around Belashiel, proclaiming its presence.
It had autonomous defense to detect any attack and counterattack immediately against any enemy that entered its range.

Faced with the predicament of simultaneously dealing with Edanant and Maximilian, Belashiel displayed overwhelming control over many holy relics.

You claim you’ll kill the Seraph? At this rate, we’ll be the ones dead first.

Hmm…. This is dangerous.

Damn it. I shouldn’t have listened to you in the first place.

Don’t worry. The battle has only just begun.

Under normal circumstances, they might have shrugged it off as a mere joke.

But now, they were in a dire situation where every attack was being blocked.

Had he been struck on the head too hard? Maximilian, sporting a bizarre certainty, suddenly thought.

I’ll create an opening somehow. No matter how sturdy a fortress is, there must be a flaw, right?

Zebeline said while lifting the Scepter of the Holy Night.

Seeing the holy relic stained by the Disaster of Famine, Belashiel grimaced and spat out her retort.

That is the sacred object bestowed by the Great Mother for her believers! How dare such a wicked disaster pollute the Earth Mother’s holy item!!

The original owner abandoned it. Thus, the one who takes it first is the rightful owner.

Ignoring the Seraph’s sharp warning, the Saintess teased. Then, in response to the warning, she extended the holy relic, summoning a thunderous shock to strike the fortress.

Kwaaang!

Bam-bam-bam-bam-bam—!!

Front, back, left, right.
The thunderstorm concentrated in every direction.

As the vortex gradually pressed in on the target, hundreds of lightning strikes rained down. It seemed determined to keep attacking the Seraph until she was reduced to ashes.

What a meaningless struggle. Do you really think that your puny divine status can touch me?

The round shield emitted holy power, swallowing up all the attacks aimed at the user.

Not just attacks. Even the shockwaves generated from blocking the lightning were completely absorbed.

While the thunderbolts, accompanied by divine status, poured down like a torrential rain, Belashiel remained unfazed. Her orange hair, as if belonging to another world, served as proof of her resilience.

Disaster of Innocence. You are merely impurities born from the malignancy of humanity. Thus, impurities should crawl on the ground as they are.

Belashiel set aside her Holy Spear.

Then, as if waiting for her turn, she grasped the platinum bow that hovered in the air.

Incoming, prepare yourselves.

I’ll take the lead. Edan, protect the Saintess.

It was certainly a cheat item on par with the spear, shield, and whip.

Impossible to predict its attack.
Maximilian stepped forward, and Edanant moved to block Zebeline while preparing for an ambush.

Feels like I’m confronting the Demon King of Death again. Don’t you think so, Edan?

How would I know? I entrusted everything to the esteemed Saintess Party and skedaddled at the final stage.

The Demon-Slaying Bow.

The Seraph, with her flowing orange hair, gracefully pulled back the silver gleaming bowstring and aimed the radiance of disaster at the calamities.

One arrow.
The radiance hung on the bowstring delivered overwhelming fear.

Finally, as the tightly drawn bowstring released the arrow-shaped radiance, Edanant and Maximilian swallowed dryly and lifted their swords.

Fwaaan—.

As the radiance of disaster escaped the bowstring, it unleashed its form.

Returning to its original state, the radiance expanded again and transformed into a rain of arrows nearly covering thousands of shots. Edanant, facing it, called upon all of his divine status to deploy muskets and siege weapons.

Shit…. I’m really going crazy.

Can we really deflect it?
No idea.
Even Edanant, who usually offered baseless certainties, showed signs of distress.

The light of catastrophe rains down.
It is the divine punishment descending on behalf of the Creator Deity.

Maximilian, who had taken the lead, activated the divinity of Procyon and Altair in both hands to brace for the impact. Edanant retaliated with a barrage of fire while countering the radiance of disaster.

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What if the Disaster of Famine had completely resurrected like the Calamities of War and Tyranny?
If a despicable monster, spreading hunger and plagues, had revived in the mortal realm, even Belashiel would have had to risk her life.

Fortunately, the Disaster of Famine had not resurrected.

It had been sealed for hundreds of years.
There was no way the Disaster of Famine, reduced to a puppet of the Creator Deity, could resurrect so simply.

Recalling the moment when she had vanquished the Disaster of Famine, Belashiel raised her head. Her beautiful, glass-colored eyes gazed at the ruins enveloped in a cloud of dust.

Disaster of War. You can’t possibly be dead from that last blow, can you?

The Disaster of War was a cunning monster.
Surely the vessel containing that disaster possessed a crafty temperament as well.

It was likely hiding its movements, searching for an opportunity.
As a former veteran, Belashiel clutched her Holy Spear to prepare for an ambush.

As expected, you are a cunning beast!

With a great cloud of dust thick as smoke dissipating, Edanant revealed himself. Simultaneously, the tip of Aldebaran, concentrated with immense divine power, aimed for Belashiel’s neck.

Belashiel had predicted Edanant’s actions, easily blocking his ambush.

Chaang—!

The Holy Spear and Holy Sword collided.

She did not summon the Charmed Whip.
To prepare for Maximilian, who had yet to reveal himself.

The gap in power is clear… How long do you intend to struggle!?

Then how about this?

The strike with Aldebaran was merely a feint. As if to illustrate this, the sounds of detonators clashing followed by the high explosive bombs installed in his armor ignited.

To prevent the explosion, she summoned the True Magic Shield.

As the shield, famed for its ultimate defensive power, activated, Maximilian revealed himself and hurled Procyon and Altair at Belashiel. This time, the Charmed Whip sprang into action to interrupt the unexpected ambush.

How dare you…!

In that fleeting moment, the holy relics moved in succession.
The more the connections of the holy relics continued, the more gaps would inevitably emerge.
What a shallow trick.
Do you think the Seraph of Heaven would fall for such a ploy?

Show yourself, armor of the Seraph! It’s time to punish the filthy disaster and apostate!!

Seraph Belashiel revealed a new holy relic, surprisingly it was a pair of four massive wings that protected her rear.
The divine-powered wings burst forth with razor-sharp edges as they swooped down upon Edanant and Maximilian.

The Wings of Blade Demon.
Unlike other holy relics, it was Belashiel’s unique armor.

An intangible shockwave crashed down, sending Edanant and Maximilian flying. The two, who had only been wary of the holy relics surrounding Belashiel, retreated in the face of the strike of the Wings of Blade Demon.

I can’t see the girl carrying the Disaster of Famine. Did she fall to the Demon-Slaying Bow?

While facing Edanant and Maximilian, Belashiel felt an unusual sense of crisis and began to look around for Zebeline.

Only a faint presence could be felt.
Having detected her, Belashiel then anticipated that Zebeline must have been swept away by the Demon-Slaying Bow.

…What is this?

Eventually, she spotted the Saintess, clad in pure white vestments.

Zebeline, dust-covered and disheveled, kneeled on the ground.

Had she finally broken in spirit?

But there remained several dubious points to draw that conclusion.
The silver-haired girl was staring blankly at something placed in her palm. It was a piece of jewelry that was so mangled it was nearly unrecognizable.
A wedding ring.

A keepsake from her mother, gifted by someone she loved dearly.

A slightly awkward expression crossed her face as memories of Edanant, who had given her the wedding ring, suddenly flashed like a panorama. It was the happiest moment among countless memories, so when she lost him, the despair and killing intent were beyond measure.

As Zebeline stared at the completely dulled wedding ring, her gaze suddenly shifted to Belashiel. Upon facing her, Belashiel instinctively felt fear and took a step back.

You… You must die…!

The eyes of the Saintess turned black.

And then black tears began to drip down her pure white cheeks.

I will definitely kill you.

As if representing the Saintess’s killing intent, the Disaster of Famine, which had turned into a puppet all this time, added its words.

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