Multiverse's Holy Right

Roy was currently in Shinjuku Gyoen, Tokyo—a national park spanning 58 hectares, once a garden managed by the Imperial Household Agency.

Shinjuku Gyoen was densely vegetated. Beyond the grassy area where Roy stood, clusters of trees dotted the landscape. If someone were spying from those woods, they'd indeed be hard to detect.

After all, Campiones weren't particularly adept at perception unless they possessed special authorities.

"While Campiones aren't skilled in perception, if someone were observing me this closely without me sensing anything, they'd have to be an exceptionally rare type even among great knights and magicians. Therefore, it's highly likely that the one watching me isn't a magician or knight... Hmm, I think I already know who it is."

With just a brief moment of thought, Roy deduced the identity of the figure hiding in the woods.

Aiwass remained silent. In the past, she had observed the world as a 'Watcher.' Now, due to Roy's uniqueness, she had chosen to intervene—but intervention didn't mean micromanaging his life. She only offered reminders when necessary and imparted knowledge at critical junctures.

The third hand on Roy's right shoulder hadn't disappeared. Though Light of the Right could only be used once every seven days now, once summoned, the hand could persist for a period. Currently, this Light of the Right possessed functions beyond just emitting the third hand.

Several clusters of light flew in from the distance—the Light Angels Roy had summoned earlier. After Marquis Voban's defeat, the werewolves he had called forth had vanished. With no enemies left, these angels returned to their commander's side.

Only about a dozen angels remained; the rest had perished in battle against the werewolves. These surviving angels encircled Roy, guarding him like loyal sentinels.

Then Roy raised his right hand and recited the spell once more: "...Thy sins have reached the Lord; sulfur and heavenly fire shall consume all!"

"Perish, sinful Sodom and Gomorrah!"

The clouds above churned, transforming into blazing hues. Swirling vortices, reminiscent of cosmic horrors, descended with oppressive weight, as though heaven and earth were closing in.

Simultaneously, the ground trembled. Sulfurous heat rose from fissures splitting the earth, as infernal magma and flames erupted from the cracks.

The expanse between heaven and earth encompassed the entire fifty-eight hectares of Shinjuku Gyoen. With a wave of Roy's right hand, the celestial flames of the sun came crashing down, while the infernal fires of hell surged forth from below.

BOOOOOOM————————!

The earth roared, the heavens thundered, and the vegetation wailed in agony. Under the collision of heavenly and earthly flames, Tokyo's famous imperial garden was completely erased from the map.

The raging inferno burned fiercely, as if transporting the scene back to World War II decades prior, when the American forces launched massive air raids on Japan. Roy's third arm on his right shoulder gleamed like forged gold. Protected by a dozen angels, he strode through the flames with unbridled arrogance, showcasing to the world the capricious tyranny of a demon king.

Amidst the cacophony of heaven and earth's fire, a figure transformed into lightning and shot skyward from the charred remains of the forest. The figure seemed thoroughly startled, fleeing without hesitation by activating Godspeed, likely capable of leaving Tokyo in the blink of an eye.

"As expected, it's Alexander Gascoigne. That guy is the type to strategize before acting. Startled, he chose to flee outright. If it were Salvatore Doni, he'd have raised his sword and charged at me without hesitation."

Roy exhaled deeply. After using The Sin of Sodom, his authorities were truly depleted this time. Apart from the remaining magical energy to unleash Hand of Jacob, all his other abilities were utterly exhausted. Now was his weakest moment—if any Heretic God or Campione sought trouble, he'd have no choice but to flee.

Fortunately, the only Campione nearby was the Black Prince. The sight of Marquis Voban being defeated in a single stroke by Light of the Right earlier must have shocked him profoundly. Now, with another display of authority to force him out, the Black Prince likely assumed Roy still had reserves, prompting his startled escape.

Roy felt little emotion over scaring off a Campione with a single authority.

Just then, he sensed something and immediately extinguished his authority. As the heavenly and infernal flames dissipated, what lay before Roy was a flat expanse resembling a scorched wheat field. Ahead stood another figure.

"Princess Alice, what brings you here?"

The figure was none other than Alice's astral body. With this ability, the princess could project her 'astral form' anywhere in the world.

"Marquis Voban, the oldest and most authority-laden Demon King, was actually slain by you, King Roy. This is truly astonishing. The entire mystical world will tremble at this outcome."

Alice's voice brimmed with admiration, her noble and elegant eyes alight with intense curiosity toward Roy.

Roy didn't correct her misconception—Marquis Voban wasn't truly 'dead.' Instead, he asked, "...I know you enjoy spectating, Princess Alice, and I suspected you'd use your astral form to watch my battle with Marquis Voban from afar. But appearing before me now—surely it's not just to celebrate my victory?"

"King Roy, being too clever can take away much of life's joy."

Alice's eyes sparkled with an enchanting light as she gazed at the third hand on Roy's right shoulder, her expression filled with awe and curiosity, yet also a faint trace of fear toward this eerie appendage.

"...Your knights, Erica and Liliana, are in trouble. As a witch, I pride myself on having unparalleled talents, but when it comes to combat, I can only admit my shortcomings. If you don't want anything to happen to them, I suggest you hurry over."

Alice finally revealed the message she had come to deliver.

"Erica and Liliana in trouble? The Marquis has already been defeated, so his 'Undead Servant' authority should have deactivated. Given their strength, what trouble could they possibly encounter? Unless it's the History Compilation Committee?"

A hint of anger flickered across Roy's face. If the Japanese History Compilation Committee dared to lay a hand on his knights, Roy wouldn't hesitate to show them the wrath of a Demon King. It would be a blatant insult to his status as a King.

Though Roy currently had almost no authorities at his disposal, as long as 'Hand of Jacob and Eyes of Sodom remained, he was a Campione—an existence no mortal could ever hope to defeat.

Chanting the incantation for the Flight spell, Roy took off into the sky, surrounded by a dozen guardian angels. The power of these angels alone was enough to give any nation's supernatural forces a headache.

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