Multiverse's Holy Right

Like volcanic ash and smoke blotting out the sky, crimson flames hovered above the burning embers, twisted vortices forming one after another in the heights.

Bubbling, boiling vapors and the stench of sulfur rose from the land and the sea, as if the earth itself had connected to the legendary depths of hell. An aura of slaughter, destruction, and oppression filled the space.

Dozens of ether-formed angels of light continued to harass Roy. It was then that Roy realized the drawback of this authority—though these angels couldn't defeat him, they could certainly stall him, draining his stamina and focus while allowing their summoner to escape at any moment.

Just as Metatron was doing now.

"Perish, sinful Sodom and Gomorrah!!"

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—whoosh————!

Heavenly flames infused with solar power descended from the sky, countless firestorms like meteor showers crashing down from the cosmos. The sulfurous stench of the earth grew ever thicker, while surging magma and scorching hellfire erupted from the depths of the planet's core.

These were the heavenly flames that incinerated all evil, the infernal flames that dragged everything into hell. When the fires of heaven and earth converged upon the mortal realm, it heralded the annihilation of all things.

The burning sea and erupting sulfur-fire surged skyward with tremendous force, blasting massive craters into Ponza Island, shattering it completely. The island's natural rock formations and pristine beaches, the modern cities and man-made structures—all were reduced to rubble under the divine wrath. And then, the descending solar flames pulverized those remnants into fine ash.

Erica dared not look back. She could only feel the roar of the heavens, the fury of the earth, the rage of the sea, and the scorching light that left no evil hidden.

The Great Knight of the Copper Black Cross recalled the biblical tale of Lot's wife, who turned into a pillar of salt for looking back at Sodom in longing. Erica didn't know whether Roy's recreation of the myth—the burning of the sinful city—carried the same divine punishment. But she wasn't willing to test it. Eyes shut tight, she flew in the opposite direction, terrified that even a glance from the corner of her eye might invoke the same retribution as Lot's wife.

The angels surrounding Roy were silently burned into ethereal particles amidst the fusion of heavenly and earthly flames. Meanwhile, Metatron, who was fleeing, suffered even more from the violent collision of these apocalyptic celestial and infernal fires. Endless meteors pounded upon His form, while the sulfurous flames of hell scorched His very soul. Amidst the earth-shaking roars, Roy seemed to hear Metatron's agonized screams, as well as His desperate cries.

"It's over. Return to myth, you heretic!"

Roy's raised left hand clenched into a fist, and with a final deafening explosion, the last of the celestial and earthly flames erupted. The sea was instantly hollowed out by the blast, and in the place where the destroyed Ponza Island had once stood, a massive whirlpool hundreds of meters in diameter appeared.

The anomaly in the Tyrrhenian Sea triggered a chain reaction in nature. At this moment, a tsunami surged toward the western coast of Italy—a disaster humanity could never have foreseen.

...

"Tsk... What on earth happened at Ponza Island? It even affected Italy's western coast."

Along the western shore, where tourists had long since vanished, dozens of magicians and knights stood in solemn readiness. As the towering waves approached, they immediately activated the prearranged magical rituals, intercepting the tsunami and preventing widespread devastation.

Fortunately, this was not a tsunami caused by an earthquake. As Roy's authority waned, the tsunami battering Italy's western coast gradually lost its force, subsiding into ordinary waves.

Countless magicians and knights gazed with awe and terror at the spectacle unfolding across the sea. Even from this distance, they could sense the abnormal surge of magical energy and the apocalyptic visions looming on the horizon.

"Sir Paolo Blandelli truly lives up to his reputation as Italy's strongest knight, having battled divine beasts and fought alongside a Campione. If not for his foresight in predicting that the clash between the King and the heretic god would trigger a natural disaster, this entire coastline would have suffered catastrophic damage."

A knight couldn't help but voice his admiration. These were ordinary magicians and knights, well aware of the tyranny of the King and the calamities brought by heretic gods, yet this was their first time witnessing such a battle firsthand.

No—this could hardly be called firsthand. At best, it was a distant observation across the sea. Yet even so, even separated by the Tyrrhenian Sea, the battle's aftermath still reached Italy's shores. The ancient texts describing Campiones and heretic gods were not exaggerating in the slightest.

This was the might of the Demon Kings of the Earth and the walking cataclysms. No wonder Campiones could act with impunity across the land, and no wonder only they could stand against heretic gods. Battles of this magnitude were simply beyond the reach of ordinary magicians and knights.

What kind of miracle must those still-mortal Campiones have grasped to achieve such god-slaying feats!

...

At this moment, Roy remained oblivious to the astonishment of the magicians and knights on Italy's mainland. Even if he had known, he wouldn't have had the time to dwell on it.

Roy's spirit and will coalesced once more into an astral form, appearing within the realm of 'Boundary of Life and Immortality'—Pandora's domain.

"We meet again so soon, my beloved son."

As if it were a continuation of the last departure, when Roy's consciousness blurred for a moment and then regained clarity, he once again smelled that alluring, poppy-like fragrance. The back of his head rested on those slender yet soft and delicate thighs.

Another lap pillow.

The thought flashed through Roy's mind.

This was his second time entering this space after slaying a god. By now, Roy had almost completely lost the concept of unconsciousness, unlike the first time when it took him a long while to regain awareness.

Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was that goddess with an extremely thin and frail figure, looking no older than twelve or thirteen—hard to tell whether to describe her as a loli or a young girl. Though her appearance was youthful, the smile on her lips was dazzling and mature, exuding a seductive charm that belied her seemingly innocent facade.

Then, Roy's gaze fell upon Pandora's thin yet bewitching red lips, recalling the intoxicating sweetness he had boldly tasted from her mouth when he last left.

At this moment, Roy had only one thought: would Pandora retaliate in anger and refuse to hold the ritual of the Circle of Usurpation? Though, truth be told, Roy wasn't particularly interested in gaining new authorities. His Holy Right was already comprehensive. Rather than seeking new powers, he'd prefer to find ways to strengthen his existing one, removing its limitations or even evolving it.

Quality over quantity—excellence always outweighs abundance.

"Oh my, are you longing for 'Mommy's' kiss again? Such a greedy 'son' you are. It's not impossible to reward you, though… But you really are quite peculiar, my youngest child."

Pandora parted her red lips, giggling in a voice that was both childish and alluring.

Yet her gaze held a hint of curiosity and probing as she studied Roy: "...To retain memories of this place even after leaving the Netherworld—that's rather extraordinary."

Roy's heart tightened. He hadn't expected Pandora to notice.

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