The Protagonists of the Novel Escaped

The clash of the strongest crushed the Creator Deity’s holy city mercilessly.

The Holy Sanctuary had completely turned to ruins.

Divinity and prosperity existed nowhere.

Most of the buildings collapsed, leaving only a hollow wasteland behind.

It’s a dream.

This was surely a terrible nightmare.

The traces of destruction filled with dust made it hard to deny reality. The radiant history that past Emperors built had turned to ashes in an instant, making it only natural to feel no sense of reality.

“It’s the Disaster of Innocence at work!”

“The Seraph has descended to stop the Disaster of Innocence!”

The ground shook with vibrations.

Waves of power continued to create aftershocks.

The fight wasn’t over yet.

The clash of Pure White Radiance and the Disaster of Darkness spoke for itself.

The Holy Knights who barely retreated from the scene wanted to join the battle again after regrouping. They aimed to assist the Seraph fighting a fierce battle to defeat the wicked mastermind.

-It’s time for revenge!

-The Disaster of War has commanded! Eliminate all those who follow the Creator Deity!

As the forces of the Holy Kingdom tried to charge in unison,

A smoky black fog spread.

At the same time, countless shadows emerged from the fog.

They were the cultists who pledged loyalty to the Disaster God. They had invaded the Creator Deity’s city after hiding in the ruins to escape the oppression and persecution from the Empire and the Holy Kingdom.

It was practically an all-out war.

The war of faith that had ended with complete victory for the Earth Mother unfolded once more.

With loud booming thunder, the Divine Status of the Disaster God was revealed everywhere. The Holy Knights surrounded by an ominous aura spread their gleaming blades to oppose the heretics of the cult.

-Our prophet forbade killing! That means… It must be a holy decree to humiliate the fanatics of the Holy Kingdom to the utmost! So break their arms and legs and turn them into lumps of flesh!!

A female vampire shouted, revealing her sharp fangs.

Heart-wrenching screams echoed.

With that, the vampire stretched out both hands and savored the feast of fresh blood.

Thanks to the great prophet stepping in personally, they managed to invade the main forces of the Holy Kingdom. The vampire, looking at the ruins and the thick dust, blushed her snow-white face while praising the great prophet.

“You’re definitely a vampire!”

“How dare the cursed race defile the Holy Sanctuary… They deserve to die!”

Beautiful black hair cascading down to her waist.

Eyes glinting red, menacing as fresh blood.

She boasted an appearance so beautiful it could shake even devout faith.

The vampire wore a pitch-black evening dress like mourning clothes. The Holy Knights, unable to resist looking at the voluptuous chest and thighs of the alluring vampire, felt a daze clouding their minds as they raised their swords.

-Ah! Finally, the city of the Earth Mother is meeting its demise!

Sweeeish.

A massive amount of blood scattered and gathered everywhere.

The blood, forming into a soft blob like slime, surged up, scattering like chains while binding the Holy Knights engaged in battle.

Then with a crack, a horrific sound crushed the skeletal frames of the Holy Knights.

They weren’t killed.

They were merely rendered unable to fight.

They were the elites of the Holy Kingdom blessed by the Creator. Although screams continued from all around, Ariel unhesitatingly unleashed the chains of blood, incapacitating the forces of the Holy Kingdom.

“Vampire bitch!”

“Cut the blood! The vampire’s sorcery is weak against divine power!”

The vampire’s sorcery using fresh blood was vulnerable to divine power. The seasoned Holy Knights countered, severing the blood chains with blades filled with divine power.

Ariel maintained her composure, extending her arm.

-Submit!

The platinum bracelet adorning the beautiful vampire’s wrist exhaled magical power. And as magic unfolded, it knocked the charging Holy Knights down to the cold ground.

Thud-thud.

The footsteps of giants.

It was gravity magic that crumbled the palace where the Emperor resided.

Ariel, who specialized in gravity magic, unleashed a broad assault with the Wizard’s Magical Equipment. The Holy Knights had no choice but to lie on the ground, groaning.

Cough!

“This is… gravity magic?!”

Gravity magic was incredibly powerful but consumed massive amounts of magical power, so it was deemed an inefficient technique in the Magic Tower.

Yet Ariel activated such gravity magic on a large scale, overpowering dozens of Holy Knights.

Berggrisar.

A weapon created by Grand Magicians and one of the Sage’s Magical Equipment of the Saintess Party.

If it weren’t for this masterpiece from the Magic Tower, giving a nearly limitless source of magical power, no matter how much a servant of fresh blood she might have been, she would have faced exhaustion and depletion of her power. Ariel repeatedly unleashed the magical equipment, holding back the forces of the Holy Kingdom.

-Open your eyes, foolish fanatics who worship the false Creator Deity!

It’s almost time.

The great prophet will destroy the cursed city without a trace.

The slaughterhouse that unjustly executed countless compatriots must meet the retribution of ruin. Ariel dramatized her gestures, confident of the cultists’ victory.

“You are holding something rather familiar.”

-What, a son?

The woman with deep green hair asked with a wide smile.

But the meaning behind her smile was closer to coercion than affection.

Blow hard.

If you don’t want to face grim circumstances.

Blue flames glowing like will-o’-the-wisps were summoned. It was the witchcraft of flames that devoured vast amounts of magical power and released overwhelming firepower. Facing the blazing flames, Ariel swallowed a dry gulp, feeling a sense of crisis.

“No, before answering the question… what does it have to do with the Disaster of War? I’m quite curious, you see. I’m starting to look for my next employer. Given what I’ve seen, it looks like it won’t happen with the Holy Kingdom.”

-An employer?

Querisa Nesserhane.

The master of the red Magic Tower was currently looking for a new source of income.

The dispute between the Disaster and the Seraph had completely annihilated the radiant history of the Holy Kingdom. To completely restore the Holy Kingdom would require at least ten years of austerity.

It seemed unlikely for her to receive the promised compensation.

She’d probably be offered nothing but useless promissory notes.

Predicting a dismal future, Querisa sighed heavily as she looked at the disciples of the Disaster God. They did not appear to have any intention of answering quietly, releasing dark auras full of hostility.

“These young ones just don’t know how to show respect. Did you perhaps leave your manners at home?”

As the Master of the Magic Tower raised her hand,

At that moment—

Gravity magic activated, and all the forces, including Ariel, fell with a scream.

-My magic…!

Gravity merely gets devoured by stronger gravity.

As if to demonstrate this, Querisa cast gravity magic, effortlessly dispelling Ariel’s gravity magic.

Thud-thud-thud.

A strong pressure pressed down on their bodies.

It was impossible to escape the binding of gravity. The disciples of the Disaster God, overwhelmed by the footsteps of giants, gasped for breath.

“You should call me sister, not grandmother.”

Querisa knelt down, petting the head of Ariel, who lay on the floor like a frog about to be dissected.

All that was conveyed in her touch was pure, chilling sensation.

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Edanant lifted the platinum chain glowing with brilliant light.

In response, Belashiel clutched her bullet-riddled right hand and spoke in a voice filled with malice.

-The heavenly armament forged with the Creator Deity’s divinity! There’s no way I’d accept you, inheritor of the Disaster of Innocence!

“It works.”

Contrary to the Seraph’s vicious warning, the platinum chain remained silent.

It showed no resistance whatsoever.

As Edanant grasped it, it gleamed with pure white radiance, seemingly welcoming its new master.

Both Edanant and Belashiel fell silent at the unexpected result. They had never expected the holy relic to respond so obediently, leaving them with a heavy sense of confusion.

“Using the holy sword bestowed upon humans by the Creator Deity, it’s no wonder this is the result…. It just so happens I’ve obtained a trophy that seems very useful.”

-The chains of the Pressure Demon! Subdue her immediately! The one who wields you is a vessel of disaster!

“The chains aren’t moving at all.”

-Why is this?! A holy relic accepting abuse…!

Abuse, huh….

What on earth could be done to abuse it?

Edanant furrowed his brow, contemplating how to make the Creator Deity fume.

Eventually, after organizing his thoughts, he stared at Belashiel while still grasping the platinum chain with both hands. Right in front of him was someone who could utilize the holy relic he had obtained splendidly.

“I wonder if being the leader of the Seraphs would be of any use.”

-Stop! I’d rather die than accept control of the disaster!

“The Tyranny of Disaster and the Famine of Disaster must have thought the same for hundreds of years when they became puppets.”

-Kuh! Just kill me!!

That was something a knight captured by magical beasts might say.

But Edanant did not hesitate.

He lifted the choker attached to the chain and placed it around Belashiel’s neck as she struggled with all her might.

Click.

With a brief metallic sound, the choker tightened around her neck.

It was the moment when the protector of the celestial world, leading the Seraphs, was reduced to a mere possession. As soon as the choker clicked shut, a part of the armor, filled with cracks, shattered, revealing her alabaster skin.

She was larger than Ludmilla.

And overwhelmingly so.

With a motherly pouch and a pure red fruit on display.

The tearful eyes of Belashiel, covering her voluptuous chest with one arm, met Edanant’s gaze.

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