The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped

Black tears dripped down her pure white cheeks. At the same time, the dark particles of disaster began to slowly swirl around Zebeline.

Is it trying to comfort the sorrow?

Or is it provoking hatred?

Finally, it was liberated from the long seal of the Creator Deity.

The disaster of famine began to spread quickly, as if enjoying its newfound freedom. Belashiel furrowed her brow, looking at the scene where the disaster was unleashed with a gaze soaked in contempt.

– I should have killed the vessel first…

Belashiel, too preoccupied with Edanant and Maximilian, faced the worst outcome of the famine disaster being freed from the seal of the Creator Deity.

She was at a loss.

Famine being unleashed right after tyranny is just absurd.

Variables that should never occur were happening in this world.

Belashiel humbly accepted her responsibility and raised the Demon-Slaying Bow. It was to reseal the disaster that had been released.

“I will never forgive you for what you’ve done. I’ll rip your limbs off.”

As the particles of disaster scattered around slowly coalesced, a massive black form emerged from behind Zebeline to protect her.

– Aah, what a great idea! Let’s turn the arrogant Seraph into a lump of flesh together.

A voluptuous body that seemed to mimic the goddess.

Purple hair flowing down to her buttocks and skin as white as porcelain.

Unlike the brutal appearance of the tyranny disaster, the famine disaster took on the shape of a beautiful woman.

But the disaster was the pinnacle of the evil god that rejects the Creator Deity. Therefore, no matter how much it imitated the appearance of a beautiful woman, grotesque flaws inevitably revealed themselves.

– I have returned, oh Creator Deity! Tremble and welcome the plague!

Two eyes hidden behind a red veil.

A mouth grotesquely torn, like a deep-sea fish.

A towering figure almost reaching three meters, with wings behind her so mangled they were unrecognizable.

A monster.

A visage that could instill fear in nightmares.

The famine disaster wore violently corroded chains wrapped around both hands. From the ends of the chains dripped a foul, dark liquid.

“I want to kill that damn Seraph as brutally as I can. So please, help me.”

– Of course, I will help you, child of famine.

Zebeline replied while putting the shattered fragments into her pocket.

The famine disaster nodded in agreement to the Saintess’s bold aspirations.

– To think tyranny and famine would come back to life… If the Creator Deity understands the situation, it will inevitably seek to kill me.

Edanant, who was facing off against Belashiel alongside Maximilian, gazed at Zebeline with a shocked expression.

The tyranny disaster. The famine disaster.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that they provided the key to their resurrection.

As Ludmilla’s misunderstanding and jealousy reached their limits, the tyranny disaster was resurrected. Then, when the wedding ring that was lost during Zebeline’s confession was gifted to her, the famine disaster was revived.

Faced with this cruel causality, Edanant sighed heavily, revealing his complicated feelings.

“It is indeed a fate beloved by disasters.”

– Hmm, should I be happy about that…?

At Maximilian’s words, Edanant smirked as he raised his sword. The sharp blade of Aldebaran aimed towards the Seraph raising the Demon-Slaying Bow.

Zebeline did the same.

The dark lightning, stained with disaster, began to flash with a loud boom.

– War. Famine. You are the most brutal source threatening the existence of humanity. Beings born from fear and terror, today at this moment, I shall bury all of the disaster of innocence.

Belashiel pulled back the bowstring, announcing her verdict to the disasters.

The light of obliteration.

The strike that had once scorched the holy sanctuary was about to unfold again.

Edanant and Maximilian, who had felt the power in their bodies, stiffened their expressions, preparing for Belashiel’s attack. The more she pulled back the bowstring, the more the light of obliteration shone brightly.

“I told you! I will definitely kill you!”

– Help me. It’s too tough to do this alone.

The ominous bolts of lightning emitted a shadowy glow, moving in accordance with Zebeline’s command. As the bolts accelerated and expanded to their limits, fierce shockwaves slammed into the surroundings.

The light of brilliance shot forth.

At the same time, black lightning flew in like a cross.

Fwoosh!

As the offensive struck, the brilliance flashed and transformed into a rain of arrows nearing thousands. The black lightning rushing towards the Seraph split and collided with the light of obliteration.

Boom!!

Crackle!!!

The clash of the light of obliteration and the bolts of disaster.

As a strike that violated space collided, it created a massive aftershock. Despite the pressure being so great that it was hard to lift their heads, Edanant still looked up to witness the outcome.

-…!

The arrows of brilliance, which had reached thousands, were completely consumed.

Prey.

The divine status of famine had fully devoured the Creator Deity’s divinity.

Despite having swallowed a vast amount of divinity in an instant, the bolts of disaster remained intact. As Zebeline raised the Scepter of White Night, the shadowy lightning bolts that had been flickering all absorbed it.

– I feel no piety or holiness. You are undoubtedly a witch.

“A witch… What good does that do now? Would you consider dying quietly? It’s a hassle every time you pull out new holy relics.”

The Scepter of White Night, having swallowed the disaster, began to transform.

The staff, once beautiful like a white swan, turned pitch black.

Not only that.

The blue gem adorning the Scepter of White Night was transformed into a sinister red.

The holy relic of the Saintess had changed so drastically that it was hard to recognize. The transformation stained with disaster was clear evidence that the Saintess of the Holy Kingdom had fallen into a witch of famine.

The Scepter of Black Night.

Since it had been stained black with the colors of disaster, it only right to call it that.

As Zebeline raised the Scepter of Black Night, a thunderous roar erupted. At the same time, sharp bolts of lightning surged forth, awaiting the witch’s command.

Rumble!

Boom, Boom, Boom!!!

Unbelievable.

To wield the divine status of disaster so freely.

The vessel, which had been used to seal the puppet, had begun to threaten the Seraph. As Belashiel began to feel overwhelmed, she stiffened her expression and activated all her holy relics.

– Fallen by evil, kneel in the name of the Creator Deity. It is time for ascension.

Holy Spear. Shield. Whip. Bow.

The holy relics she had used before radiated intense brilliance.

And that wasn’t all.

Even relics that had never appeared before emerged.

Perhaps they were relics that had been stored in the pocket dimension for use as trump cards. Belashiel poured all her strength into realizing her boast to reseal the disaster of innocence.

More than 50 holy relics lined up around Belashiel, emitting divine status. The Seraph raised the Holy Spear, preparing to strike the final blow.

– Zebeline!

“Yes, leave it to me!”

Edanant shouted.

To that, Zebeline replied with a robust voice.

– I will end it in one blow. If I fail, we will all perish.

“There’s no way we could fail. Right now, Edan has the ultimate smile girl beside him!”

The disasters of war and famine began to emanate a powerful divine status as if resonating with each other. The particles of the disasters, intended to take down the Archangels, soon enveloped the holy sanctuary.

The sky turned dark.

The brilliantly shining sun had now vanished.

At last, the natural enemy of the Creator Deity descended.

The believers of the Earth Mother, witnessing the pitch-black barrier surrounding the holy sanctuary, trembled all over, begging the Creator Deity for their lives. But despite their desperate pleas, the particles of disaster surged altogether, triggering a critical situation.

– Even if we mobilize all our weapons, we couldn’t pierce the damn holy relic. But…

I tapped with all my divine status.

Yet even with such desperate efforts, Belashiel remained unscathed.

The holy relics bestowed by the Creator Deity each possessed nearly invincible powers. Breaking through that to succeed in an attack was naturally close to impossible. Edanant, who had constantly clashed with Belashiel, knew this best.

– This attack will be different.

The muskets and siege weapons deployed in mid-air aimed at the centrally located Seraph. Following that, projectiles armed with high explosive bombs were also mobilized.

However, despite being targeted by heavy fire, Belashiel wore an indifferent expression. She believed that just like before, Edanant’s futile struggles would also end in failure.

“It’s time to say goodbye to the sky. I’ll tear apart those arrogant wings.”

Zebeline swung down the Scepter of Black Night.

At that, the black bolts surged upward in unison like a geyser from the ocean.

Realizing the anomaly, Belashiel prepared by bringing forth her platinum shield. However, the bolts that had soared into the sky bypassed the Seraph and targeted the weaponry unleashed by the disaster.

The lightning struck the muskets and siege weapons.

Yet even engulfed in lightning, the arms were not destroyed. Rather, the weapons enveloped in lightning began to emit even more intense divine status.

Railgun.

The barrel surrounded by lightning serves as its rail.

And it utilizes the interaction of magnetic fields to accelerate the projectile to its limits.

It was incredibly unstable.

Naturally, it was like a suicide act.

The slightest error in control would lead to an explosion.

Edanant, who was commanding all the weaponry, broke into a cold sweat. Even though he had handled numerous weapons so far, he was tackling a weapon on the other side that was not fully developed.

– Ascend! Annihilate all enemies of the Creator Deity!!

– Fire at will!

The holy relics of the Creator Deity radiated brilliant light.

In response, accelerated projectiles wrapped in magnetic fields surged towards Belashiel.

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