The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped - Chapter 170



170 – 170. The End of an Era (2)

O foreigner from beyond,

Are you seeking to shatter the glorious throne you have seized by betraying all the creator gods,

And banishing all the gods of disaster?

How audacious.

Truly, it is beyond audacity.

To dare to topple the singular divinity that none have ever dared to encroach upon.

You ended the war by expelling all the deities that had sullied this beautiful world with the scourge of greed. And by entrusting history, once the sole domain of the gods, to humanity, you achieved the dawn of prosperity.

For the present world.

And for all the followers of the present.

War. Tyranny. Famine. Death.

The eternal foes that have relentlessly denied the birth of life.

If you, who seek only destruction and ruin, were to occupy the throne of the One God, the world would be shrouded in darkness. You sought to erase it completely for the sake of peace in the present and the survival of humanity.

‘The time for retribution has come…. For the world, and for humankind.’

The saint and the hero spoke.

And the foreigner proclaimed.

The existence of the One God must be erased.

To restore the balance that has been heavily skewed to one side.

The gray that completely obliterates the hymn of life would not tolerate the existence of the One God. If it were to steadfastly maintain the throne of the One God, the gray that enveloped the demon realm would one day swallow even the territory of humanity.

‘It’s not something to be surprised about. It’s simply my turn now.’

All righteousness and justification lie with the usurper.

Usurpation.

Only usurpation can save the world.

O foreigner from beyond.

Usurper who has emerged after centuries.

If you have resolved to end the era of the one true god, then it is only natural that you possess the corresponding qualifications. After all, I am the one who unified the calamity of my natural enemy into a single entity.

Try to take it away.

Prove you are the usurper.

The rival before you is the pinnacle of faith that encompasses all divine beings of this world.

* * *

The three-headed dragon, engulfed in flames, charged forward with its mouth wide open.

And the fallen angel, with broken wings, thrust its hands forward, unleashing bolts of lightning.

Flame and lightning.

The fury of tyranny and famine surged from both sides.

“…….”

What stood in the way of the flames and lightning that had burned countless foes until now was a pair of pure white hands. As the delicate hands, as fragile as slender reeds, blocked the attack, the black flames and lightning scattered like mirage.

Dispersed—.

They vanished, losing their power.

But that was not all.

Like a projection exposed to light, a spectrum of colors shone brilliantly, dominating the space. Soon, intangible arrows formed from beams of light began a relentless barrage, targeting both Ludmila and Javelin simultaneously.

“Are you alright?”

“I can manage…!”

This was not full power.

It was merely a warning.

Radiant Line.

A manifestation of sublime divine punishment.

If Gael had unleashed his full strength, Ludmila and Javelin would have been consumed by flames entirely. The tingling pain coursing through my hands spoke of that truth.

“Why not go easy on me? You must have no lingering attachments to the throne now!”

“I can sacrifice anything for humanity. But… I have no intention of letting it be taken easily.”

With a cold metallic sound, Edanant’s right hand morphed into the shape of a machine gun.

M2 Browning machine gun.

It was a firearm I had once tested against the Seraphim Belashiel.

The machine gun, ruthlessly enhanced by the calamity of war, pierced even the formidable defenses of the Demon Suppression Shield. With a thunderous roar, it spewed flames as a barrage of over a hundred bullets was unleashed.

“It’s a weapon I’ve never seen before… Could it be an external weapon?”

“It’s an incredible piece of armament.”

It was a weapon that transcended the bounds of imagination.

800 rounds per minute.

An overwhelming firepower capable of piercing through any defense.

And the accuracy of the bullets fired from the 45-inch barrel is also commendable.

It was clearly a gunpowder weapon developed to slaughter as many humans as possible at once. Truly a fitting armament for the cursed deity that revels in bloodshed and disaster.

“But if it doesn’t hit, it’s useless.”

As the multicolored projection that had unleashed divine punishment appeared, it blocked thousands of bullets. The dark-hued bullets, thwarted from penetrating, lost their power and scattered across the ground in a slick spray.

Has time stopped?

It certainly didn’t feel like I was blocked by a barrier.

What trickery is this?

Edanant clicked his tongue as he lowered the machine gun that was exuding an air of indifference.

Zzzzzzzzzzz!!

When the one true god’s hand was facing forward,

A massive frost giant emerged from behind without any warning and swung down its great sword.

Cold air swirled.

It was the deathly frost storm that had seized the Demon King’s castle.

Though the frost giant launched a surprise attack, it could not breach the prism’s domain. Demonstrating an overwhelming gap, Gael effortlessly blocked the deathly assault without any movement.

“……”

Then, a change occurred in Gael, who had also repelled the attacks from Ludmila and Javelin. A holy mark began to emerge, imbued with a radiant glow, as if invading his pure white skin.

Spots and lines.

Various patterns were etched into his alabaster skin.

It bore a distinct shape, like constellations in the night sky.

“You must have honed your strength and skills while fighting countless adversaries until now. But it’s not enough. You didn’t seriously think you could surpass the level of the innocent’s calamity that defeated you, did you?”

Aurora Law.

A miracle granted to the one true god encompassing all deities of the present world.

It nullifies all power.

It suppresses all authority.

Before the one true god, all beings are mere trifles.

Gael, who unfolded the Aurora Law through his own flesh as a medium, was an existence of absolute invulnerability. Without any incantations or actions to activate magic, he maintained a motionless stance, imprinting the gap onto the innocent’s calamity.

“Let it pour.”

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The world before him blazed brightly.

At the same moment, beams of light, stretching hundreds of feet, came flying in.

It was the radiant line that had threatened the red dragon and the white dragon. Without any prior preparation, it unleashed an instantaneous attack, shooting beams that could dye the sky in an instant with just a brief incantation.

“Damn it, it never goes down easily…!”

Edanant clenched his fist.

Then, a dark crimson torrent surged forth, lifting numerous metals into the air.

All of them retaliated.

Countless firearms, manifestations of the calamity of war, spewed fire and clashed with the beams of light.

Even shells reinforced by calamity stood no chance against the radiant line of the one true god. Thus, they mobilized their numerical superiority, squeezing every last bit of resources. A spectacle unfolded as dozens of shells collided with a single beam of light.

“War maniac. Truly a technique befitting the name.”

“I don’t know about that middle school syndrome nickname!”

With overwhelming firepower, they scorched the battlefield.

War maniac.

Indeed, it boasted a power worthy of its name.

Gael offered praise in its purest form, but to Edanant, it felt like mockery. Grinding his teeth, he unleashed a concentrated barrage upon the one true god.

‘Moreover….’

It wasn’t just Edanant.

The presence of Ludmila, transformed into a half-human, half-dragon form, and Javelin, draped in black divine armor, came into view.

They were tearing apart the radiant line.

Against the radiant line, which had just been struggling, they continued to fight fiercely.

If they added the power of the Polar Light Wheel, they would achieve a decisive victory, but that was not their aim. The goal was to confirm whether Edanant and the calamity of innocence had the qualifications of usurpers.

Thud!!

Ludmila swung her dragon wings, launching blazing fireballs with ferocity. In response, Javelin raised her blackened sacred artifact high.

“……!”

The flames of tyranny arrived right before their eyes.

And the black lightning that had soared into the sky fell like a waterfall.

Attacks of tyranny and famine surged forth.

But what bewildered Gael was not their fierce assault.

Crack, crack.

Cracks began to form in the ground beneath their feet, and a fierce blizzard erupted. The calamity of death had launched a surprise attack on the ground.

“Is it truly different? They have no concept of unity.”

Unlike the monsters that valued only individual power and authority, the vessels that contained the monster’s might handled divinity with the precision of interlocking gears.

Isn’t this the very difference between divinity and humanity?

It’s fascinating.

Interest began to stir.

For the first time, I found myself intrigued by the barbaric act of fighting.

The constellation’s mark, etched into the flesh of the one true god, radiated brilliance.

“Yes, reach out more desperately.”

Boom—.

Gael’s footsteps, infused with the power of the aurora, struck the ground.

In that moment, the flames of tyranny seeking reversal, the lightning of famine, and even the chill of death were all swept away into the vortex of the aurora, returning to nothingness.

“Outsider from beyond.”

Missiles armed with massive explosives greeted the one true god. Gael, locking eyes with Edanant, who had summoned countless unknown weapons including firearms, extended his hand, revealing his intent.

Has he drawn out all his power?

If so, then I must summon my strength as well.

The marks of the constellation that wrapped around my face and body had now enveloped even my slender fingers.