Multiverse: Why does the world show a health bar? !

Everyone has their own habits.

The rhythm of breathing, the way one walks, the hand one uses to eat...

The same goes for combat.

Terra of the Left reminded Li Mo of the magicians from the **Type-Moon** world—rich in theoretical knowledge but lacking in practical combat skills.

The spell **Light of Judgment** was indeed troublesome. An ordinary magician wouldn't stand a chance against it.

But its weakness was also obvious.

"It's too slow."

Breath, focus.

One moment, the guillotine had just severed the pillar supporting the roof, causing the ceiling to show signs of collapse.

The next moment, Li Mo erupted into action, pushing his speed to the limit.

Approaching him?

A spell that could only be activated at close range?

Terra of the Left had already concluded that his opponent was a magician. The way he had silently infiltrated the Papal Palace was something an ordinary person wouldn't notice. If it weren't for the barrier left by the French emperor to prevent the Pope from escaping, he might not have detected the intruder at all.

Was the magician trying to get close to him to unleash some kind of one-hit kill spell?

Terra of the Left hadn't doubted the opponent's agility during the earlier fight. At that time, he could tell that the opponent had used magic to enhance his body.

A normal magician wouldn't do that.

Could he let the opponent get close?

Terra of the Left had no such intention.

His spell was useless against the opponent.

"Human body above, magic below."

**Light of Judgment**

Its essence was based on the story of Jesus being crucified. How could a mere human kill the Son of God? Even if the Son willingly bore the sins of humanity, a human couldn't achieve such a feat.

It was only because, at the moment of that story, the hierarchy of existence shifted, allowing the Son to be killed by humans.

Thus, the priority of all things could be altered. Harmless wheat flour could become a deadly weapon, and a human body that could be killed by magic could become immune to it.

Physical laws were distorted.

The priority of all things was rearranged.

Suddenly—

Terra of the Left saw a katana appear in the opponent's hand.

Thanks to the entertainment industry, even a clergyman like Terra of the Left knew about the weapons used by Japanese samurai.

How had the opponent summoned a weapon?

He couldn't see what method the opponent had used.

"Human body above, blades below!"

Switch.

The weakness of **Light of Judgment** lay here. It couldn't handle multiple types of attacks simultaneously. If it was just a single type of attack, like magic or weapons, he could use the "priority hierarchy" to defend absolutely.

But when faced with both blade attacks and magic attacks, it became very troublesome.

Terra of the Left couldn't be sure if the opponent would use magic to escape again.

Seeing the opponent close in, he prioritized defense.

It was too late to escape; the opponent's speed was too fast. That wasn't a speed a normal human could possess. Among the Roman Catholic Church, the only person he had seen who could surpass that speed was **Vento of the Front**.

What kind of speed was this?

How could someone have such speed?

All the movements the opponent had used to dodge his **Light of Judgment** earlier had been a ruse.

Realizing this, Terra of the Left thought of one possibility.

The opponent had known the weakness of his **Light of Judgment** from the very beginning.

All the earlier cautious behavior had been an act to deceive him.

Unfortunately, no matter how fast his thoughts were, they couldn't change the outcome of the battle. Terra of the Left could only hope that **Light of Judgment** would block the opponent's attack.

The blade of the **Ame-no-Habakiri** was blocked.

But Terra of the Left didn't have time to rejoice.

His heart was pierced by a hand.

"How...?"

As a member of the **Right Seat of God**, Terra of the Left had a constitution close to that of an angel. This was why he could use **Light of Judgment**, a spell that ordinary humans couldn't wield.

It was also because of this constitution that he could sense the overwhelming **Original Sin** within his opponent.

He had thought that the opponent, as a heretic and an evil magician, carried so much **Original Sin**. But when that power appeared in the opponent's hand, Terra of the Left understood the opponent's true nature.

"You... you're not human."

It wasn't that the opponent carried **Original Sin**—it was more like the opponent was the embodiment of **Original Sin**.

In fact, the opponent wasn't human at all.

He was a **Beast**.

He was a **Non-Human**.

He was a **Beast** bearing **Original Sin**.

Like the serpent that tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden.

"Are you Satan?!"

Terra of the Left knew that Satan was a demon, but in older times, the name Satan meant "Adversary."

The adversary of Christianity, the adversary of the Roman Catholic Church, the adversary of the **Right Seat of God**.

"Your target... was me?"

In his final moments, Terra of the Left asked one last question.

But he didn't live to hear the answer.

Li Mo had already crushed his heart. Without the heart's pumping, blood circulation stopped, and his organs, limbs, skin, and brain gradually lost function and decayed.

A single strike under the **Authority of the Beast** had completely killed him.

If it had been someone like **Vento of the Front**, a powerhouse, they might have been able to counterattack even after such an assault. But Terra of the Left's frail physique left no room for retaliation.

"Once again, it's proven that arrogance can kill."

If **Light of Judgment** was so powerful, why fight alone?

Why not gather a group to gang up on the enemy while providing support? Adjusting the priority of things meant that information was crucial. Knowing the opponent's weaknesses made it easy to kill them.

Weren't you the one who started with a sneak attack?

I must have been careless back then, right?

Li Mo stopped overthinking. Perhaps the earlier act of feigning weakness had worked.

With the battle over, it was time to reap the rewards. He glanced at the system panel—no level-up, but the experience bar wasn't far from the next level.

Leveling up wasn't the main goal.

Terra of the Left's corpse was the real prize.

Looking up at the ceiling, although the pillar had collapsed and the ceiling was shaky, there were still other supports holding it up, so only a few bits of dust fell.

"There's still time."

Activating the secret technique taught by **Koyanskaya**, this method wasn't about directly devouring the opponent to gain their abilities. Li Mo could consume **All the World's Evils** and **Muzan Kibutsuji**. The former was an inorganic entity, and the latter had actively entered his body.

But eating a human corpse crossed a line.

—However, absorbing the **Right Seat of God's** constitution was acceptable.

Eliminating **Original Sin** wasn't something Li Mo cared about. But being "close to an angel" had its uses.

This intangible quality could also be absorbed through the secret technique. **Koyanskaya's** tails were nourished by the essence of **Lostbelt Kings**, allowing her to use their abilities.

But the **Lostbelt Kings** had died before **Chaldea**, and **Koyanskaya** hadn't devoured their corpses—she had absorbed their **traits**.

Sensing that his fourth tail was about to grow but hadn't fully formed, Li Mo couldn't help but shake his head.

"Is it going to grow or not?!"

"Whatever."

Li Mo didn't dwell on it for now.

Terra of the Left was dead.

It was time to leave the Papal Palace. As for the **Book of the Law**?

Li Mo took a moment to enter the Papal Palace, cutting down the magicians like vegetables. He then took the **Book of the Law** and left.

The Papal Palace was now just a place of corpses.