Multiverse's Holy Right

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

This self-questioning spell was derived from the Book of Revelation, proclaiming to the world that the only one capable of waging war against Satan's Red Dragon, against the Beast of the Antichrist, was the supreme Archangel Michael.

A blood-red, cross-shaped longsword materialized in Roy's grip, identical to the countless statues and murals of Michael found in churches. Surging magical energy condensed along the blade—this was the sword that judged sin.

"Thou art guilty!!"

Roy raised the sword, its tip pointing toward the massive wolf's head in the sky, declaring its crime!

The Sword of Judgment was a weapon that condemned the guilty. If the earth was deemed guilty, it could cleave the earth; if the sky was deemed guilty, it could rend the heavens.

This was an authority that forcibly assigned crimes to its enemies—whether matter, concepts, organic or inorganic, all could be judged guilty and severed. The scope of what could be condemned depended entirely on Roy's understanding and the amount of magical energy he infused.

Concepts like "time" or "the world" were beyond Roy's current magical power and comprehension to sever. But if it was merely one of Marquis Voban's authorities, he could tear it apart with ease.

"ROOOOOOOOAAAAAAR—"

The wolf's head looming in the sky finally stopped expanding once it reached a diameter of a hundred meters. It was a massive lupine skull, entirely different from the werewolf form Marquis Voban had previously assumed. Roy had no doubt that if the Marquis unleashed this authority at full power, its range could engulf an entire city.

However, such large-scale authorities tended to lose potency when facing Campiones or Heretic Gods. That was why the Marquis had compressed the wolf's head to a range of a few hundred meters, concentrating its magical energy to amplify its destructive force.

If that wolf's head descended, the entire district would be reduced to dust.

"Brat, let this elder teach you a lesson in manners!! Devour everything—Fenrir of the Apocalypse!!"

The enormous lupine skull opened its maw, as if harboring a black hole within. An overwhelming suction erupted from its jaws, tearing apart surrounding skyscrapers into fragments that were swallowed whole. Even asphalt roads, trees, and telephone poles were uprooted and sucked into that "black hole."

People on the streets screamed in terror, but against Marquis Voban's overwhelming authority, human resistance was meaningless. They could only be swept into the sky like ants, becoming nourishment for the wolf's head.

Roy exerted himself, only to find that the terrifying suction was pulling him in place, making it difficult for him to move. As the wolf's head descended, Roy's instincts as a Campione made his hair stand on end. He believed that if he were to be sucked in, he would surely be turned to ash, completely ground to dust.

"The Wolf of the Apocalypse? Fenrir, who devoured Odin in Norse mythology? There's no record of Marquis Woban possessing such a power in the Greenwich Assembly. Did he successfully slay a god in a place no one noticed, and then never use that power again?"

Although Roy was somewhat surprised that Marquis Voban had used a power he was completely unaware of, he felt no fear. This wolf's head, symbolizing the Twilight of the Gods, had already been deemed 'guilty' by him!

The Sword of Judgment could only declare one thing guilty per day, but once something was declared guilty, this cross-shaped longsword could easily sever the 'guilty one' upon contact. To Roy, this ability felt more like a means to change 'priority.' In front of this sword, strength and weakness held no significance, because it could manipulate 'order.' Just as a mortal's spear could slay a son of the gods, everything would become as fragile as paper before 'order.' Even a feather could easily kill a human.

However, this power also had significant drawbacks. First, Roy could only change one priority per day. Second, to sever the opponent, he had to be in close proximity. If Aiwass's Pandora's Circle of Usurpation could improve this, then this power would have immense potential for evolution.

The enormous, terrifying wolf's head descended from the sky, swallowing the sun and plunging everything into the darkness of twilight. If it reached the ground, the entire Tokyo would likely be blanketed in despair.

Roy took a deep breath, gripping his longsword tightly, wings flaring as he charged forward, just like the angels depicted in the sacred murals of the church, fearlessly rushing toward the demon king and then cleaving it with his sword!

"Accept your judgment, wolf of the Twilight of the Gods! This is the sword of condemnation!"

Roy's body surged toward the wolf's mouth, and just as the terrifying suction reached its peak, the cross-shaped longsword in his hand sliced through the air, striking down with force.

Rip—

It sounded like fabric being torn apart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh—"

Then came the chilling scream of Marquis Voban. The skull of Fenrir, capable of devouring the gods, was neatly split in half by Roy from top to bottom.

The enormous wolf's head and its black hole-like suction vanished, saving this part of Tokyo, but in that brief moment, countless lives had already been sacrificed.

Angels and werewolves continued to battle, wreaking havoc, resembling a war unfolding within Tokyo. From the torn Fenrir skull, Marquis Voban, transformed back into a werewolf, emerged with a thunderous crash, falling to the ground.

The werewolf bore a deep gash from head to abdomen, yet Roy's Sword of Judgment had failed to cleave it completely. His blade had severed 'Fenrir' but not the 'Pack of Greed.' Without the empowerment of an Authority, the sword in Roy's hand was merely an extraordinarily sharp divine armament. Relying solely on this to effortlessly slay the Marquis Voban's werewolf form was still a challenge.

Though the muscles were torn apart, the regenerative abilities of the Marquis Voban's werewolf body were formidable. After spewing a torrent of blood, the lacerated flesh began to slowly knit back together.

"Brat, you've thoroughly enraged me now!"

The werewolf howled at the sky, and in an instant, the heavens were shrouded in boundless dark clouds. The roar of wind, rain, and thunder descended in a cacophony, as gales and torrents mingled with the lightning spewed from the werewolf's maw, transforming into nature's fury—recreating the calamities of ancient myth.

This was the Marquis Voban's signature Authority, one as iconic as his werewolf form. Known by the Greenwich Assembly as the Sturm Und Drang, it was said to have been usurped from the slain Chinese weather trio deities—Bo Feng, Yu Shi, and Lei Gong.

Though Roy couldn't help but suspect these gods should have belonged to the Middle Kingdom, he could only sigh in admiration at the audacity of the so-called "Greatest Nation in the Universe," capable of rewriting myths through sheer shameless fabrication.

Roy loosened his grip, and the cruciform longsword vanished. Though the blade was a formidable divine artifact even without an Authority, Roy had nothing in common with titles like Sword Saint—he knew not a shred of swordsmanship. He was no Avalon Sword Saint, so he might as well stick to being the King of Fists.

"Moses Parts the Sea!"

Raising his left hand into a blade, he swung it down with force. The palm strike capable of splitting the sea directly cleaved through the wind and rain, carving out a clear path between himself and the Marquis Voban, like the calm after a storm.

Roy activated his Godspeed, darting through the gap to close in on the Marquis.

"You dare?!"

The werewolf form of the Marquis Voban bared its fangs and lunged at Roy with a vicious bite.

"Plagues of Egypt!"

Roy suddenly retracted his fist, shifting from offense to defense—the sole counterattacking technique within the Hand of Jacob.

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