158. The Passionate Arbiter
Murphys’ prayers reached heaven.
Soon, the sky began to howl.
[Heaven…]
[Back off!]
The divine power of the three gods is often described as flame, cold, and lightning, but that is just a metaphor. Just as the flames of the sun do not transfer without the consumption of strength, and the ice of the moon blooms even in a space devoid of moisture.
That’s why no matter how great a thunderbolt is, it’s impossible for that power to control the climate of the area. Acting on existing natural phenomena is not faith, it is the realm of magic.
However, the natural common sense and laws of that other world were denied. As the saintess offered her prayers, darker clouds hung over the black sky, covering the starlight.
Kurleung-
I can hear thunder from afar.
In the past, Cream also summoned rain clouds, but what she is showing now is different from that. If what Cream did was to raise the probability of rain to 100% by attracting clouds in the area.
There is no harbinger of this storm, which is now starting to portend. Dark clouds gather, as if the entire time had been fast-forwarded hundreds of times, and a storm is ready in an instant.
Moreover, when even Cream emits this amount of power, it is bound to get a bit disorganized, but even with this level of climate manipulation, the Holy Spirit, which is surrounded by lightning, does not move at all.
[You’re cheating again. These.]
There is only one such phenomenon in the world. Proof that the gods can mess up another world like a toy box and turn it around as they please. Even a child’s play with their hands seems to be something incomprehensible to the toys in the toy box.
Thus the toys sing in unison, saying, Is this a miracle?
[Become manure!]
The heroic spirit of the saintess screamed at her, and at the same time, a bolt of lightning flew up the sky, dyeing her soul blue-white. A cloud containing the wrath of a god vomits its anger with a mythical voice.
It looks strong, but the situation is different from before. A spiritual body that is not protected by anything is weak like a willow branch in front of a storm, and Cream has many means to attack the soul. If you could reach it, it wouldn’t be difficult to do lethal damage to Murphys.
Yes, if only I could reach you.
Quarrr!
The world was dyed white, but soon regained its original light. Cream didn’t blink an eye and dodged the lightning bolt right in front of me. If it was a real thunderbolt, I wouldn’t have been able to dodge it in the first place.
Unfortunately or fortunately, however, it was not an actual thunderbolt, but only the power of a god materialized by borrowing such a concept. Although the power was greater than that of an actual thunderbolt, its speed was not really equal to that of lightning.
Of course, it wasn’t slow either. An ordinary person would have been burned to death in the blink of an eye, but the opponent was a warrior. The random thunderbolts did not even touch her collar.
Even if you get hit directly by lightning, it will be impossible to inflict fatal wounds on Cream. She, too, is a body covered with her divine protection, so her hierarchy is never low.
[Ughyagagak! Be careful!]
No problem. I am a demonic sword that is incompatible with light. No matter how much my holy resistance has improved, I don’t want to test it against a saint-level holy power!
It was probably because of me that the saintess who came to her senses would fight against us, and if she left Cream’s arms now, she would most likely be struck by blind lightning. So what, is there a way?
I have to approach the saintess while avoiding getting hit. Cream, not me, of course.
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[Fighting!]
“Yes.”
Received my lively support, Cream silently flew. A series of bolts of lightning fell on her along the path she took, but they only hit a spot where the cream had already gone too far.
Murphy’s perception of her world is too slow to target Cream. As the thunderbolts missed every time and the cream got closer as the net was pierced, Murphys urgently changed his attack method.
[Be untouchable!]
With the shout, a bolt of lightning struck, this time at Murphy himself. It’s not a mistake. Her power of god did not harm the saintess, and the power of the thunderbolt that penetrated her spiritual body was further amplified.
Lightning from the sky hit the ground and exploded, scattering fragments of wild energy like blades. In the storm of brilliance that hacked everywhere, Cream had no choice but to retreat.
Her weakness. No matter how much Cream receives the blessings of the gods, and no matter how excellent her skills are, her essence is human. A human with low durability, weak, and dying too easily.
“Choco.”
“Kheuuuong!”
Then, it’s fine if you’re not human, right?
With a rough roar, the momentum of a ferocious beast rushed in from behind like a wave. However, the target of survival was not the Crimea, but the back.
Choco, in his beast form, quickly overtook Cream and ran forward. Light shimmered between the gaping jaws, and then the teleported muffin was firmly clamped between interlocking teeth. In that state, Choco threw her body into the storm of light without hesitation.
Evasion is a movement that is not in mind. The pouring thunderbolt struck Choco’s huge body. But Choco jumped on all fours like a gale, not caring that her fur was nicking.
[What, what?]
To the extent that even the soul of a saintess is bewildered, she has such absurd determination. The sharp point of the muffin’s knife shines and attracts the thunderbolts of her, and even if the lightning strikes, its power is meaningless and it only ends up slicing her outer skin.
Choco is also a saint of the day who is favored by God without lacking. On top of that, he’s even a pure-blooded prisoner. Even before her shock accumulated, the regenerative power close to immortality restored the guy’s body.
[Why, a person favored by a god protects her horse!]
[Master, now!]
The shouts of the senior saintess and her junior saintess interlocked. However, the warrior only listened to one of them. Choco uses her own body as a meat shield to create a hole in her lightning barrier.
Finally in front of my eyes. The eyes of the hero and the saintess met. Her hammer of thunderbolts rose from her Murphy’s fingertips as her cream swung her sword at her without hesitation.
The extremely compressed power possesses physical force itself. At the same time as cutting the hammer halfway and stopping the blade of the Holy Sword, Muffin counterattacked with a fist of the spiritual body.
[Where!]
But I don’t know if it’s physical power, but I’m familiar with such spiritual attacks. A specter that jumped out of its scabbard and thrust its head into Murphy’s unleashed attack.
Pak. And it exploded right into Murphy’s fist. At most, a specter can’t block the Demon King Butcher’s attack. But time dragged on.
[You are breaking the taboo and bringing down the most precious value in the world! I will never let an evil species like you live.]
[Ha, sometimes you say as if you’ll save me.]
Due to the excessive anger, the saintess’ face became rather calm. However, the electric currents bouncing violently around her were representing her mood. Rage, the divine power that is further strengthened accordingly.
As if representing her master’s will, the sky wept once again. A brushstroke of pure white was added to the black clouds, and the entire sky was ablaze in white, as if implying the destruction of the earth.
But.
[Hey, lady. Listen carefully.]
Rather than divine punishment falling from the sky, it was faster for the hero’s blade, which was already close enough to touch her breath, to tear her neck.
[The most important thing in this world is victory. If you can’t win, you can’t protect any value.]
And.
[We won this time.]
A demonic sword, a sword.
She was blinded by anger. She was enraged that her noble and dignified soul had been insulted, and she lost her composure and drove her powers recklessly.
The descent of her destructive power into her heavens is her, and her lightning storm that surrounds her loses its power. Even if it is not, the distance from Cream is close. It took only a moment to dig into the gap.
The blank area of divine power. The blade that escaped while swimming in the darkness left an indelible scar on the noble saint’s spiritual body.
[aaa!]
Scream in soprano tone. It sounded like the world was breaking apart. It’s not just a wound. The dark sword mark engraved on the soul of the ghost who supported her own existence with strong willpower.
The bowl that contained the spiritual power cracked. And, instead of the spiritual power flowing out through the rift, something else began to seep into her soul.
The darkness of this world that I drank for hundreds of years while living as a demonic sword. The pain of war, the sorrow of the lost, the resentment and hatred of those who have forgotten even their own names.
It is fatal to the living, but it is even more fatal to the dead who have not yet fallen.
[Me, me…!]
[Murphys!]
The pure white body, reconstructed by the will of the soul, is dyed into turbid darkness. As long as it remembers its name, while it still retains its former form, the ghost can remain as it was during its lifetime.
However, if you are stained with darkness. Thus, if she even forgets her own name, a ghost becomes a specter. Like the countless souls I deal with, I strategize in a miserable situation.
I’m looking forward to it. What does a saint’s soul taste like?
[You’re trying to throw me into that filthy mud once more! However, I won’t be beaten twice!]
Murphys’ body has long since become undead and corrupted by the Elder Lich’s tricks. By abandoning her body, she regained her full radiance, but now even her soul had an ugly darkness.
The soul is different from the body. Once lost, nothing can fix it. Just as there is a limit to the splitting of a lich’s soul, as if an ego weapon implanted with an imperfect soul eventually falls into madness.
The imperfection of the soul itself implies the possibility of destruction. That is no exception, no matter how noble the will and great mental power of a saint. Her very existence will crumble to dust.
[You’ve already been victimized, what are you going to do?]
[Before I leave, I will bury you in my grave!]
What are you doing in this situation? While thinking that far, I suddenly thought of the sky. Public. Looking at the still condensed cloud of lightning, I involuntarily let out a sigh.
[My God…]
Die. Definitely die As if reflecting the owner’s pain, the electric current was scattered unsteadily, but the enormous divine power was already prepared to fall to the ground.
Cream or chocolate might survive even if hit. But, I’m not. No matter how infamous a demonic sword I am, I can’t help it.
Contrary to the surprise, the action was swift. That’s right, if I’m going to die anyway, I’d rather be there first…
□□□□□-!
However, the flash exploded one step faster than I could explode the darkness that gnawed at the saintess’ soul. Not in the faraway sky, but on the ground where we stand.
Before we could even react, a dazzling flash covered us. Cream involuntarily curled up like an egg to envelop me and silently endured the wave of her divine power. Even though she wouldn’t do much damage to her, she was only for me.
However, being swallowed up by the explosion of divine power, I felt doubts about Cream’s heart before longing. It’s unbelievable power. To the point where I can’t understand why I didn’t feel the foreshadowing.
However, the explosion of divine power, which had an amount equal to that of the lightning cloud in the sky, seemed to have no intention of harming me. Despite its absurd power, I didn’t feel much of a threat there.
“Ugh…”
[Kuaaang!]
Intentionally or unintentionally, even if Cream and Choco threw themselves into a barrier, there could be no damage. Yes, except for one case.
If this explosion hadn’t targeted me in the first place.
The swirling light gradually faded. Soon after, the situation became clear. Dark clouds recede and the night sky is exceptionally brighter than usual.
And the saintess standing stunned beneath it. Even though the unpleasant air currents left behind by her wasted divine power drifted in the air, the lightning clouds she had gathered so hard were nowhere to be seen.
Instead, the terrifying traces carved into the surrounding land suggested that the divine punishment had already struck. Things became clear. The explosion of divine power that occurred on the ground was not the saintess’ trick, nor was it aimed at us.
The power of the same kind, and of the same kind. But its purpose, in direct contrast to Murphy’s, was to protect us, not to attack us.
It’s not Choco’s fault. Even if she was a saint, she was still immature. There was only one thing that could do this trick. A person with the purpose of protecting us while handling the transcendent divine power of the stars.
[Isn’t this enough?]
Muffin said in a more tired voice than ever.