Multiverse's Holy Right

"Such audacity!"

The Marquis Voban clearly didn't expect Roy to activate his Authority without warning. When he saw Roy's face, it was as if he glimpsed another magnificent existence through his visage—a being wreathed in sacred radiance. That eternal, omnipresent holy light pierced the Marquis's eyes like the brilliance of the sun through Roy's countenance, forcing him to shut his eyes and turn his head away from the overwhelming sanctity.

With a furious roar, the Marquis's body hunched over as he felt a strange curse surge from Roy's face into his body. The very curse power that had made him, a Campione, unrivaled across the world now twisted chaotically within him. His limbs grew heavy as if filled with lead, and his nose stung as blood began to flow.

"Saintess Subdues the Dragon!"

Roy's low shout accompanied the explosive release of curse power beneath his feet, shattering the floor of the top-floor hotel suite. His clenched fist gathered power sufficient to tame even a dragon, driving straight toward the Marquis's chest with devastating force.

CRACK—

A dull, bone-shattering sound erupted from the Marquis's chest as his entire body was sent flying like a bullet from a gun, blasted away by Roy's punch.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM—

The walls of the Ritz-Carlton's top floor exploded outward, leaving a gaping hole in the hotel's exterior. The Marquis soared into the sky like a cannonball, shards of glass and steel raining down from a hundred meters up, drawing screams of shock from the people on the streets below.

"Alice, be careful. Voban's servants are likely nearby."

That punch would have reduced an ordinary person to pulp, but against a powerful Campione like the Marquis Voban, victory couldn't possibly come so easily. When Roy's fist struck the Marquis's chest, he distinctly felt as though he had struck something more akin to fur than flesh.

"Don't worry about me, Roy, my King! Ordinary great knights and magicians are no match for me. Rather, you should be cautious—the Marquis has dominated the world for over two hundred years. He is no ordinary Campione to defeat."

Alice's delicate brows furrowed slightly, her noble and elegant eyes fixed on Roy. Her fair, beautiful face was etched with concern.

"The Assembly has studied Campiones more than anyone. Thanks to the detailed intelligence you've shared about the Campiones of this era, I know far more about the Marquis's abilities than he does about mine. In terms of information, I hold the advantage."

Roy kept his right hand in his pocket, turning slightly to give the princess only his back.

"Then I shall pray for my King's swift victory~!"

Alice smiled gracefully, her hands lightly holding the edges of her dress. Her refined, orchid-like grace and radiant platinum hair made even this ruined room seem to bloom with flowers.

"If you still have the leisure, Princess, go assist Erica and Liliana!"

"To think the King would demand hostages to aid his suffering knight—what an outrageous request... But I do like Erica and Liliana, so I'll do my best to help."

Alice wore a delighted expression, her true nature resurfacing now that the life-threatening danger had passed—this woman who thrived on excitement.

"Good, then I'll leave this to you."

"Holy! Holy! Let my glory fill heaven and earth!"

With Alice's assurance, Roy immediately chanted his spell. Facing an enemy like Marquis Voban, he dared not hold back.

As the authority 'Lord of Light' activated, a pair of massive wings blazing with light and flame unfurled behind Roy. Above his head emerged a sacred halo, within which stood a cross—a sword to its right and scales to its left, the very image of Michael.

In the next instant, Roy transformed into his angelic form and activated Godspeed, streaking across the sky as a trail of light and fire.

Marquis Voban was perhaps the worst possible matchup for Roy. Roy's authorities were all suited for explosive, decisive battles, while the Marquis—with his multitude of authorities—excelled in prolonged warfare. Their clash would test whether Roy could end the fight before his authorities' effects expired, or if the Marquis could endure Roy's tempestuous assault to claim victory in a war of attrition.

Yet Roy remained absolutely confident, for his authority still held a final trump card—a certain-kill technique that guaranteed 'victory' once unleashed. His current task was to gather the necessary elements to activate it.

With Godspeed now active—granting him just ten minutes—Roy became near-pure elemental light and flame, his speed surpassing the physical limits of human endurance. In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the Marquis' crash site.

There, the Marquis had transformed into a massive werewolf standing over ten meters tall. His emerald eyes burned with murderous savagery, fangs capable of shredding steel beams glinting in his maw. The 'fur' Roy had struck earlier was none other than the Marquis' werewolf manifestation. In this colossal lupine form, the Marquis' physical prowess had skyrocketed, allowing him to withstand Roy's earlier surprise attack.

"HAHAHAHA!! Our prey stands before us! My hounds—REND HIM LIMB FROM LIMB!"

The giant werewolf's paws shook the earth as it spoke in human tongue. The Marquis laughed maniacally, heedless of the broad daylight or the screaming crowds fleeing in terror. As his cursed power surged, dozens of nearby people shrieked horrifically—their bodies sprouting gray fur as the Marquis branded them with the Wolf's Mark.

In an instant, Roy faced a pack of over fifty werewolves—each towering above horses, faster than speeding cars. Their howls pierced the air as emerald eyes locked onto the angelic Roy hovering in the sky. With powerful leaps, the wolfmen launched themselves upward, creating a spectacular tableau of 'A Hundred Wolves Besieging an Angel.'

"Angel, sound the trumpet of apocalypse!"

Seeing so many werewolves lunging at him, Roy frowned. Although dodging their encirclement would be child's play with his Godspeed, he had no intention of wasting his limited time in such a frenzied battle. Raising his right hand high, he once again chanted the incantation.

Seven trumpet blasts heralding the Final Judgment resounded across the heavens as the Sound of Seven Trumpets ability activated. A sacred gate of heaven swung open with a thunderous roar, releasing hundreds of genderless angels of light.

"Angels! They're angels!! We're saved!"

"Dear God, deliver us!"

"Why are there monsters like werewolves in Tokyo?"

"Waaah—my leg... my leg, someone help me!"

"I'm a believer, a true believer!!! Lord, please protect me, save me!"

"..."

On the chaotic streets, people screamed, ran, cried, and cursed. Seeing dozens of people suddenly lose their lives and transform into werewolves without warning, terror completely filled their hearts.

When a great angel appeared and summoned more angels, the people cheered and prayed as if they had found salvation. Angels were too famous in the world, always associated with words like 'justice.' Upon seeing the angels, these frightened people immediately thought they had come to save them.

But soon, their thoughts changed.

The angels emerging from the Gates of Heaven immediately clashed with the werewolves. Though neither the angels nor the werewolves reached the level of a Grand Knight, they were still far beyond what ordinary people or average magicians could handle. The angels and werewolves fought fiercely, completely ignoring the fleeing crowds.

Split asphalt roads, collapsed buildings and utility poles, cars crushed into pancakes—this Tokyo street had turned into a mythical apocalypse.

"Boy, let's see if your arrogance matches your strength. Don't get torn apart right away—that would be too boring, hahahahaha—AOOOOOOO!!!"

The werewolf form of Marquis Voban shifted from laughter to a furious howl. The ten-meter-tall giant werewolf leaped into the air, soaring a hundred meters high. Then, his body rapidly expanded, his limbs retracting as his form morphed into a grotesque, tumor-like mass, transforming into a colossal wolf head over a hundred meters in diameter!

This wolf head looked entirely different from Marquis Voban's previous werewolf form. The overwhelming, viscous curse energy radiating from it told Roy that this was likely one of the Marquis's ultimate techniques.

Roy's expression turned grave. He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, and once again, the distorted, mosaic-like anomaly appeared around his shoulder. At the same time, he clenched his fist in the air, and a red, cross-shaped longsword materialized in his grasp.

Faced with Marquis Voban's killing move, he had no choice but to activate the sixth authority of the Holy Right—Sword of Judgment!

"Who is like the Beast, and who can wage war against it!"

He chanted another new spell.

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