NOVEL NEXT Chapter 172
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A particle cannon firing from point-blank range.
A crimson whirlwind turned into a bullet laden with lightning and struck Gael directly.
The gauntlet shattered.
Even blood and flesh fell off with a thunk.
The expansion of power amplified to its limit blasted away the gauntlet and Edanant’s hand. Torn skin and protruding bones along with charred flesh revealed the aftermath.
“Damn it.”
Edanant cursed as he glared at the enemy before him.
“That hurts quite a bit. I didn’t expect… to be allowed an attack.”
Gael raised his head.
The wounds scorched by the explosion were laid bare. The traces of being swept away in the tide of war covered his beautiful face.
Although half of his face had been swept away, it was not a fatal injury. A strike that should’ve reduced his face and upper body to nothing ended up only causing minor injuries.
“Not enough to touch the throne.”
– Damn throne. It’s so high…!
Power and firepower seemed lacking.
Despite squeezing out the best method, it still wasn’t enough.
Even with Ludmilla and Zebeline’s fierce assault, the power of Extreme Aurora did not waver. As Gael faced a crisis, the previously momentarily lost momentum of Extreme Aurora soared and clashed with the crimson whirlwind’s bullet.
“I decline.”
He reached out with a hand marked by the signs of constellations.
At the same time, Pure White Radiance began to shine.
He’s going to die.
Faced with the brilliant radiance, Edanant confronted the worst situation.
– Not yet, my lord; Elizaveta has no intention of ending things tragically.
WHOOSH!
Countless ice spears shot up like skewers. Gael, whose power of Extreme Aurora was imperfectly disrupted by Edanant’s strike, kicked the ground and retreated.
He chose to evade instead of attacking.
That meant—he was proof of being immobilized.
Death’s Disaster swung a massive sword emanating terrifying cold as it pressured Gael. Indeed, as expected, Gael faced a situation where he could not unleash the power of Extreme Aurora immediately.
“Edan! Are you okay?”
“Yeah… I can hold on.”
CLANG!
The dented gauntlet was restored once again.
Though the hand was still a mushy mess, emergency treatment was haphazardly applied just to continue the battle.
*
Despite the overwhelming situation where Death’s Disaster was dominating the front lines, it was but a fleeting moment. Gael swiftly regained the power of Extreme Aurora and launched his total offensive again.
The powers of the Creator Deity remained intact.
For a brief moment, he merely showed a slight gap.
As if to prove so, radiant lines fell from the sky, and light halos surged from the ground. When Death’s Disaster began to lose the upper hand, Ludmilla and Zebeline rapidly moved to support.
– Tyranny, I offer you the glorious opportunity to escort my lord.
“Shut it. If even a scratch appears on Liza’s body, I won’t let it slide.”
– Of course. I also don’t wish to see the fair maiden’s body harmed.
“…It’s coming!”
A downpour of flashes.
Against that came close to hundreds of machine guns.
With every whomp of the orange flames igniting, the bullets rained down, clashing against the power of Extreme Aurora. Gael, who had experienced the boundless power of the Disaster of War, bit his thick lips as he swallowed his tension.
‘The Disaster of War that creates all weapons in existence. And the outsiders with knowledge of highly developed scientific civilization.’
It’s dangerous.
I can’t predict what variables will arise.
The biggest problem was that abrupt variables quickly affected the surroundings. Ludmilla’s awakening as she integrated with the Disaster of Tyranny was one such example.
Tyranny had completely awakened.
Simultaneously, the Disaster of Famine was likely on the brink of awakening as well.
– My head feels dizzy. Anyway… this is the right course, right?
The girl with flowing silver hair experienced a transformation. A golden ring formed above her head, and the fallen angel wings on her back rapidly expanded to four pairs.
Her deep blue eyes shone with a muted light.
A black cape fluttered violently in the gale.
As she held up the corrupted holy relic imbued with the Disaster, black thunder rolled in. Contrary to the previous situation, where the power of Extreme Aurora pushed her back, the newly formed lightning began to engulf the Pure White Radiance.
INVADE!
A power unique to the Disaster of Famine that could be compared to the amplification of the Disaster of War.
With a powerful resolve to not be outdone by the spinster princess, she integrated with the Disaster of Famine. It was a dangerously close gamble, yet she overcame the madness of the Disaster purely through competition and envy.
FLAP!
She unfolded all four pairs of wings at once.
And while shouting the name of the Scepter of Black Night, she deployed the spear of thunder.
– Edan!
– Got it, I’m on it!
Though he somehow restored the gauntlet, the hand was still ragged as a torn rag.
With agonizing pain coursing through the shattered wrist every time it pressed inward, Edanant exerted superhuman mental strength and responded to Zebeline’s call.
“Innocence Disaster…! You bite until the end like a hungry ghost!”
The multicolored hues from the powers of Extreme Aurora painted the lofty sky like a kaleidoscope. Each time the kaleidoscope sky flickered, radiant lines poured down incessantly.
There seems to be no end.
Even in the struggle of the Red Dragon and the White Dragon, the Creator Deity remained steadfast.
Facing the kaleidoscopic sky, Edanant felt a sense of nausea and dissonance. It was as if he was trapped in a mirror maze with no exit.
– Sure, I’ll bite a hundred times! Until you tire out and collapse!
The raging fire of Tyranny.
The thunderous spear of Famine.
Even the extreme cold of death was added.
In hopes of overwhelming the situation, he deployed the kaleidoscopic sky, but he began to be gradually caught up. If the tide of war also fell upon him, the previously skewed balance of power would start to level out.
BOOM!
The converging tide of war, amplified.
Edanant confined it in his broken right hand.
“You never get tired of the outside weapons…!”
The lethality maximized weapons, led by machine guns and cannons, delivered a heavy sense of dread. Every time Edanant unveiled a new weapon, Gael could not escape feeling a deep sense of urgency from the gaps that were allowed.
The wounds that swept across his face throbbed.
It was the fear possessed by Edanant and the Disaster of War being inflicted as pain.
It was undeniable.
Edanant’s capacity to continuously create variables was more than enough to usurp the throne.
Thus, the pinnacle of faith that had reigned for centuries was now faced with a sense of relief and anticipation that the outsider would bring it entirely to an end.
– Gael!
“Isolate him!”
The ever-increasing marks of constellations completely covered his pure white skin.
All the constellations revealed themselves.
Combined with the power of Extreme Aurora, all the constellations shone like morning stars.
The weapon attempting to oppose it was a heat pressure bomb concentrated by the tide of war. With a heat pressure bomb filled with countless flammable gases equipped in his right hand, Edanant prepared for a near-suicidal gamble.
*
From the eyes stained black with the Disaster, blood flowed down.
From his nose and mouth,
Even drops of blood plummeted from his ears.
It was due to repeatedly unleashing a divine status far beyond the permissible range. Like a punishment bestowed upon the foolish human who knew no satisfaction, the pain surged in as if all biological cells in his body were burning up.
Hold on.
No matter what, hold on.
Even in a precarious state where it felt like his whole body would crumble at any moment, he displayed the madness that surged with amplification. It was a desperate attempt to grasp the destructive power capable of annihilating the Creator Deity with his own life on the line.
KABOOM! KABOOM!
A loud explosion echoed like the fierce beating of a heart.
Amplification.
With each boom, the crimson whirlwind explosively spread.
The drastically amplified crimson whirlwind clashed against the shining constellations and the radiance of Extreme Aurora. The essence of war that Edanant squeezed out for the last time was on par with the pinnacle of faith.
‘I will win. I will definitely win…. Only think of winning.’
The closing of an ancient era.
And the opening of a new era.
The disappearance of the Saintess Party.
The resolution of all stories that began from that point would now be determined through this full-scale battle.
The inviolable power of Extreme Aurora and the ever-amplifying tide of war triggered it. The diametrically opposing existences, the pinnacle of faith and the outsiders, charged towards each other, unleashing their final blows as they ran toward the turning point of an era.
The heavens’ wrath of the Creator Deity.
The usurpation of the usurper.
The Creator Deity and the Disaster God.
The Earth Mother and the Innocence Disaster.
The triggers of life and destruction, which had opposed each other for an eternity, were finally pulled.
“Edan!!”
A piercing scream rang out.
To that, Edanant extended his fist armed with the heat pressure bomb, leaving the scream behind.
He would put his all into this strike.
If not with full power, then with his life and soul.
As he burned all the surrounding oxygen, the overwhelming heat of the heat pressure bomb, which would incinerate all living beings, assaulted the Pure White Radiance.