346. Blasphemy (6)
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In truth, it’s hard not to question when witnessing a divine body moving so smoothly like that.
‘Anyway, why did the Homunculus sisters create something that can move like that in the first place?’
That’s the question.
The answer is simple.
“The power output is different!”
Uttering this, while grabbing Uriah and Lucien with both arms, she leaps, dodging the attacks emanating from the divine body.
Various types of attacks are raining down from the other side, but for now, they manage to evade quite skillfully.
For now.
It might get difficult if time keeps passing.
The situation isn’t much different from the battles fought between the Law Emperor and the divine body before it awakened.
The only difference is that the high-ranking figure who could deliver a fatal blow there is now swallowed up inside the divine body, and the Law Emperor is more proactive.
‘Anyway, it won’t be swallowed twice.’
The swordsmanship of the high-ranking figure far exceeds my expectations, but the Law Emperor is not an easy target to be hit twice by the same attack.
I need to come up with a slightly different approach.
Thinking like that, I take out the rosary, another item I brought from the pouch.
“…Doesn’t the power output seem sufficient even now?!”
The Holy Maiden, who just witnessed the massive crater forming on the ground where I had grabbed both sisters and dodged simultaneously, thanks to the divine body pouring out its liquor-like substance, seems astonished.
Fundamentally, sacred power is an ability focused on impacting the mental or spiritual aspects of the target rather than physical strikes.
Such a ritualistic meal exhibits a power comparable to mine, making it almost certain to undergo ‘purification’ at the very moment, be it demonic or angelic.
“He just gives off the vibe of making use of things that shouldn’t!”
In essence, it’s a matter of purpose.
The reason that Law Venerable is currently in motion is that the brute strength of divine power he possesses is absurd, and on this side, the sisters were born with such a purpose from the very moment of their creation.
When the two come together, they become the universe’s finest suppliers of ‘fuel’ for something.
“What we’ll utilize is that.”
A strike utilizing the fundamental difference in capabilities.
Just as the ability I used to wield Law Venerable is intrinsic to me, it’s about utilizing the ‘output’ that these two were created for.
It’s rather philosophical to think that the purpose of their creation is being used for the creator, but using it for the creator’s sake is quite apt.
“How do we use that? We’ve never tried anything like that before!”
“It’s not like there’s no way to artificially use it.”
Law Venerable undoubtedly has a method to put these two to use.
It might be a bit… like an extremely potent prescription, but considering the problem that needs to be resolved quickly within the Saint’s body, even if it’s regrettable for the Great Lord digesting inside, it must be utilized.
“Stab. Use the Severer.”
Saying so, he points at me.
There’s a reason why Uriah and Severer were originally arranged as a set.
If we were to liken the principles of these three to a gun, the Saint is the ‘bullet,’ Uriah is the ‘trigger,’ and Severer is the ‘barrel.’
Ultimately, it’s that which determines the direction where the force will extend, so, as strange as it may sound, without such a method, it can’t be rapidly utilized.
“I’ll be used briefly as a substitute for the Saint. You just need to align the balance once.”
“…”
“It’s because you even ascended as a devil. It’s alright.”
Of course, that’s not the only reason I aimed for it, but it’s true that there is definitely a reason in the fact that I kept raising the imprint of Tacheon.
“Well, well, but…”
Yuria’s complexion pales, and she fidgets.
“Um, um, even before, to Mr. Dowd…”
It seems like she’s been stimulated by trauma. Well, I’ve split this guy in half before, so it’s understandable.
“If I fail this time too…”
“It’s not like I’m stabbing you as if I’m going to kill you like back then. Have confidence.”
“But…!”
Hmm.
As expected, it seems like she has a strong aversion due to past experiences.
In times like this, it’s necessary to boost her self-esteem.
And the best way to boost self-esteem is to remind her of her past successes.
“That’s not true. You haven’t only experienced failure.”
“…What?”
I give Yuria’s shoulder a light tap as she stares at me blankly and point with my finger near her abdomen.
What do you mean you’ve never had any special achievements related to being involved with me?
While the others can’t even dream of any great accomplishments, you definitely have them.
“It hurt the most when you got hit by a sword.”
“…Uh…”
“The accuracy was impressive. I couldn’t escape it either. This time, gently stab with that precision again.”
“…”
Yuria alternately gazed at me and that place.
Seeing her intensely contemplating whether it’s even okay to like it after hearing such words.
Well, I have to erase that hesitation too!
[…Is that true?]
“Out of all the hardships I’ve experienced, you were the most special!”
“…”
“You’re the best. There’s undoubtedly an advantage that other girls can’t imitate about you!”
However, like casting a spell, he continued to shower praises, ignoring whatever Calibai was muttering.
“…Mr. Dowd…”
Eventually, Yuria’s eyes became teary.
Even though it’s a groundless sweet talk, if you keep pushing it, you’ll see some effect sooner or later.
Praise makes even whales dance. Especially for someone with low self-esteem like this guy, he’s likely to listen to even unreasonable words…!
“…Is that something to be moved by?!”
[Will this work?!]
Oh well.
Two people deeply communicating, and these gentlemen are getting all anxious.
But whether Lucien tackles or says something, Yuria’s expression is undoubtedly more resolute than before.
He alternated his gaze between Dahnjeolja and me, and from his expression and the way he spoke, it was clear.
“…I’ll try to become more special to Mr. David!”
…
No.
There’s no need to try.
Just keep stabbing…
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I’ve caught Seunggi.
From the start, those three couldn’t inflict any significant damage on Beophwang earlier. With the aerial support gone now, it’s certain that they have no means to harm themselves.
Beophwang continued to pour out his attacks calmly, knowing that there’s no room for a counterattack. Isn’t the absence of any desperate retaliation a clear sign…
As he thought that.
“Ah, Aja-!”
With that oddly light battle cry,
Yuria suddenly stabbed deeply into David’s abdomen as if out of nowhere.
A violent spurt of blood gushed from David’s mouth.
“There’s no need to try that hard, Yuria…!”
“I-I’m sorry…!”
“No, it’s okay! I can handle this much!”
…
The Law Emperor paused for a moment.
“…?”
Continuing, he stared blankly at that figure.
To think that even in such urgent circumstances, there would be a reaction like this, the spectacle unfolding before his eyes transcended his common sense.
“What are you doing…?”
Because of the confusion, the sentence that had not been properly completed flowed out hesitantly.
“…?!”
Eventually, that absurdity turned into astonishment.
The energy emanating from Daud, the Interceptor, was something he had seen a lot before, somewhere very familiar.
Without a doubt, it was remarkably similar to the energy emitted by the ‘Idol’ he had prepared throughout his life.
“That’s not it.”
Daud, with blood trickling from his mouth, spoke with a choked voice.
“Preparation isn’t something only you can do.”
“…You!”
“Others can do it much better, more excellently than you.”
It was unbelievable.
The Law Emperor was forced into a corner by this.
“Don’t make me laugh…!”
In every situation, he must be the one with the upper hand, dominating the world from behind.
He has been like that until now, and he must never deviate from that rule even in the “new world” he will unfold.
In that sense.
To suffer an unjust blow from the other party, and for the other party to mimic the “scheme” he had prepared for his entire life, those are completely different tracks.
As if.
It feels like the other party is just “playing” with him as is.
“So.”
However, as if mocking his appearance.
Dawood casually spoke up.
His previous demeanor was half playful, but the current atmosphere of speaking these words was undoubtedly serious.
“Unbelievable things keep happening in this world, don’t they?”
“You-!”
“Your title is strange to begin with. How can a person like you be a lawgiver? Just calling you a demon brat would be more appropriate.”
How many continent-wide misfortunes has the lawgiver caused?
How many people suffer and struggle because of the petty ambitions of such a mediocre person?
“…You even involve the people around me.”
Perhaps, the reason for being more serious than before might be that.
It’s absurd to bring up words about purifying the world on such a topic.
So.
“Will you also experience purification this time?”
It’s time to settle the score just as it is.
Daud, exuding an aura identical to the Holy Body, poured his drink directly toward Beophwang.
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