43 – Jifnel, the Angel of Love (6)
“Tsk.”
The sound of a tongue being harshly exhaled from the interrogator’s mouth.
Frowning, the man who had always been leisurely destroying evil rolled on the ground and desperately avoided the path of the pink sword.
Holy Sword Nerondir.
Julius thought it was just an unbreakable sword, but as he looked at the pink blade of the holy sword, which always showed only a pure white color when he held it in his hand, Julius had to feel cold sweat running down his cheek.
“He went on a rampage without knowing how scary the world was, and this was all he was like.”
It’s beautiful. It’s subversive. It’s cruel.
Even though her older sister, Taphnel’s representative, is her opponent, Zifnel swings Nerondir to hit his head without even blinking an eye.
The holy sword that emits infinite divine power from her hand and the flower petals blooming around her heart resonate with each other, creating an explosive and overwhelming wave of flowers.
Even the golden flame, which devours everything, flinched from the infinite rush, and the interrogator, who showed off the skill of twisting his body in the air like a clown performing tricks, felt the heat of the pink flame trying to burn his entire body. He was even sweating, which was unusual.
“… You will kill me and try to seal Cecil again.”
Julius manages to avoid her flames by just an inch, but before she knows it, Julius returns to his calm voice and speaks to her in a low voice.
Seeing him slowly starting to ‘adapt’ to this situation, Zipnell wiped the smile off his face and raised his chin and spoke as if it was obvious.
“Of course. “I don’t know what role it plays in the saint’s plan, so the simplest solution is to seal the whole body in eternal nothingness…”
-Boom!
The golden brilliance that momentarily pierces through the pink flames and passes by Jifnel’s face.
After shaking in shock at the incomprehensible situation, the angel of lovingkindness spread its white wings and floated in the air.
“… Indeed, such a thing was possible.”
Just like children playing by throwing water spoons, Julius gathers the brilliance emanating from his heart into a circle and pours it constantly towards himself.
You might think it was a rather comical sight, but the angel couldn’t help but hold out his tongue at the sight of him already starting to destroy [Infinite].
When the golden brilliance that first poured out loses its power in the face of infinite baptism, the next brilliance flies in from behind and hits the brilliance that has lost its power, and the series of processes is repeated infinitely.
A ridiculous technique that seems to simply express the character of a man who moves forward honestly.
Jifnel, who flew even higher while avoiding the chunks of brilliance flying towards him through infinity, fell into deep thought.
The powers of charity and love are certainly a good match for him.
If things continue like this, no matter how much Julius Tapnel he is, he will eventually get tired.
But…
“Die!!!”
A woman thrusting a black fist at her representative from afar.
If Cecil Lionelta kills Thalia and joins him, my defeat is certain.
Feeling that his pride was beginning to crack, Jifnel slowly raised his pink holy sword and declared as he looked at the interrogator aiming at him from the ground.
“Anyway, it won’t be easy to defeat you in this state.”
“It’s not that it’s not easy, it’s impossible. “I will definitely defeat you for my love.”
The images of Julius, who speaks out about his beliefs without hesitation, and Telmir, who showed unwavering faith in himself in the distant past, overlap at once.
The Angel of Love, who did not like even that fleeting moment, began to bring out the true power of the Holy Sword.
Holy flames in the shape of flower petals begin to swirl around the holy sword.
Julius, who felt that even his neatly dressed inquisitor uniform was slowly burning, drew on the power of his faith and wrapped his body itself in golden brilliance.
The moment when I honestly tried to accept the baptism of infinity with my body.
“The power of punishment.”
[Guillotine]
The brilliant pink fireworks drive away the light pink coloring my body with every word she says, and repaint my body with the searing blue color that reminds me of the Great Sea.
“… What!”
Blue flames spread around the angel of love, and time, which had flowed leisurely like water, was robbed of the grace of the Lord and froze in the blink of an eye.
A dagger that catches one off guard.
The golden flame in Julius’ body quickly melts his frozen body.
“In a fight, every moment is always precious.”
In the blink of an eye, Jifnel landed in front of him and wielded a holy sword stained with blue light.
Nerondir flying in a watery trail.
The blond-haired man, who thought he could not avoid the bluish blue blade, dynamically stamped his feet, sending all the brilliance flowing through his body down to his feet.
-Boom!
The land of the Void, which could not withstand the fight of the monsters and was slowly starting to crack, was completely shattered, and thanks to the angel whose posture was disturbed as the ground on which his feet were standing collapsed, Julius was able to escape the crisis.
“… I thought it was a special move, but I was able to avoid even this, so my noble pride is believable.”
Jifnel flies with only one pair of wings out of three.
When she briefly turned her head to look at Thalia and the dirty demon, she saw that the ancient demon holding the young inquisitor by the collar was whispering something in her ear, giving off a mysterious aura.
“… Another shameless move.”
When the ancient demons were released into the hands of the saint, he was the one who watched with the greatest attention.
The Emperor’s Nightmare, Nirhil.
It has become one with Cecil Lionelta and is a monster that is adept at shaking, ridiculing, and toying with human hearts.
It is a self-evident fact that if too much time passes, Thalia will not be able to withstand it and will collapse.
-Saaa
A strange sound, as if sand was flowing.
Zipnel, who was lost in her thoughts for a moment, was by her side, and before she knew it, her golden brilliance took on the shape of a large serpent, riding on her [Her infinite] Divine power and approaching to devour her. Come.
‘… This is similar to Nirhil’s power…’
The powers of angels and demons are essentially the same.
I don’t want to admit it, and it’s unpleasant to even think about it, but it is the unchanging truth of God.
-Kwadeuk
Julius succeeded in wounding the angel’s waist by imitating his wife, Cecil Lionelta’s special skills.
Jifnel, who felt a sharp pain rising from his waist where the fangs made of brilliance were embedded, swung his holy sword and cut the golden serpent in half, looking down at him and smiling.
“Wow, I’ve been watching you for a long time, but I’ve never seen you use brilliance like this.”
“They say that couples resemble each other as they live their lives together, and I guess I too have been influenced by the current Cecile before I knew it.”
Cesil used her divine power to create small birds, just as she used her magical energy to create evil creatures.
Julius, who had noticed this in the tavern, showed off a use of brilliance that he had never tried before in order to catch the angel off guard.
The power of faith emanating from the heart [Golden].
The golden flash that devours the world is stretched thin like a skein of thread and is woven together, drawing the shape of a beautiful bird.
The advent of golden birds that resemble the pure white birds that bloomed in Cecil’s hands.
The sound of burning flames sounds like the chirping of larks, and each bird begins to rush toward Zipnel, consuming the pink, infinite divinity with its wings.
Overwhelming talent.
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Sublime love.
Even though he was caught off guard by using the power of the Holy Sword, Zipnel slowly began to be put on the defensive, gently closing his eyes and falling into thought.
A hundred birds of brilliance flying towards you.
Just over 3 minutes until Thalia captures Cecil.
“… I will have to cut off your head with just one blow.”
Jifnel, who slowly and gracefully held Nerondir in his right hand, poured all the infinite divinity that had been splendidly spread into the holy sword.
Julius, sensing a crisis in an unusual atmosphere, fired the last brilliance squeezed out of his heart and aimed for her wings…
His defeat was decided because of his lax judgment.
-Peook
Fresh blood gushes from Jifnel’s wings, pierced by brilliance, and the angel of love, who feels his body tilting, twists his slowly collapsing body and swings the ink-stained holy sword.
“I knew it would be you. “You seem like such a soft man, did you try to show mercy to me?”
Jifnel, confident that she would not kill her, did not try to block her flying spear of brilliance, but instead poured all of her infinite divine power into her holy sword and cut off the head of her love-crazed inquisitor. The final blow was delivered to strike.
The power of Lionelta, the angel of death.
[Void]
The ink-colored sacred power that devours existence swallowed up all the brilliance of Tapnel that was flying in the air, and a slash that was on a different level from the playful power that Lionelta showed flew towards him.
When Julius saw this, he flashed white flames and hurriedly tried to escape.
Jifnel, who was looking behind him, indifferently blurted out something.
“Are you okay? Behind you are Cecil and Thalia. But that’s it.”
After you escape, even if my representative is, will your wife’s body be safe?
Tak──.
The power of death flies in so grotesquely and silently.
However, her words ringing clearly in the interrogator’s ears make him stop in his tracks.
A fleeting moment that divides the diagonal line.
If you just avoid this attack now, you can use flames to neutralize Zifnel.
Julius made that decision in an instant and without any hesitation…
I gathered the weak flame that remained in my heart and looked resolutely at the flying ink-colored power.
‘This is so stupid.’
Jifnell gave up his life just because he could not bear to see the body of the woman he loved shattered, and smiled twistedly as he watched his pitiful end.
The pure white flame that spewed out from Julius’ hand blocked the flying void for a moment, but he soon lost his strength and collapsed due to the rush of subversive power, and the ink-colored energy that blended divine and magical energy engulfed him whole. .
.
.
No, the bluish ‘holy water’ swallowed his entire body.
“… That… No way!”
Jifnel folds the wings that were torn off while falling, spreads new wings, and flies again.
Her beautiful face is distorted as if she were an evil spirit, and a petty priestess spits out blood and uses her power behind her,
Abominably, she is a chosen being who inherited Rom’s power, but the purple eyes of an unbeliever who does not follow Telmir’s words are reflected in her eyes.
“…Emily Lidina!”
She looked at her angel of love who was looking down at her as she bellowed with all her might, her silver hair tied roughly behind her and spitting out her own mouth as she vomited her own blood. Emily, a heavy-smoking priest who never puts out a cigarette, smiles her bright smile.
“It’s been a long time, Jifnel! “This is the first time I’ve seen you since I was baptized.”
“…… “Something insignificant.”
Before entering the void, Zipnel found Liliana and Emily hiding the body of a giant serpent created by a nightmare, and with the power of [Infinite], He wrapped them all around and literally threw them to the opposite side of the city. ‘I threw it away.
With Lana Hill, who knew nothing more than eating, and Emily, who knew nothing more than making holy water, it would have taken her at least half a day to come back.
Feeling more anger at the disruption of his plan than at being interrupted, Zifnel frowned, pointing at the priestess with the pure white blade of Nerondir in his hand.
“… What kind of magic did you use to bring me back here?”
“I grew up hearing that any celestial being is omnipotent and omnipotent. “Let’s guess.”
The angel, who became uncomfortable with his unique arrogant tone that made people angry, dyed the holy sword in his hand golden and swung it lightly, blowing away Emily’s entire upper body.
A priestess who died instantly without even being able to utter a groan.
Zipnel, who had killed the woman so cruelly, desperately shook his head while keeping an eye out for Julius, who was gathering himself behind him.
How on earth could a priest from the opposite side of the city come here?
After rolling her head for several breaths, she finally managed to arrive at her correct answer in that short period of time.
“… Lana Hill. “It is what consumed you.”
The power of the holy water that repairs what is broken gives off purple energy and forcibly gathers the fragments of the corpse, and even the torn priest’s clothes are restored to their neat appearance. As if time had turned back, Emily returned to the same beautiful woman as before. I twitched the corner of my mouth and nodded.
“I heard it from the Countess. “The Taishan serpent just foolishly devours everything, and this is a part of the void that was swallowed up by that legendary demon in the past.”
“… The void where demons were born is everywhere and nowhere.”
Lanahil appeared in this world thanks to Nirhil’s magic.
The real Lana Hill in the countess’s body.
Two serpents, one void.
Like a petty thief who sneaked in through the back door, Emily entered the land of the void through the mouth of another Lana Hill.
The situation is like a well-planned script.
I happened to meet Lana Hill in Aran, and somehow summoned the Taishan Serpent through magic.
Unpleasant sensation of being stuck in a quagmire.
Sensing a horrifying sensation as if something was crawling on her body, Zipnel inadvertently looked at Cecil who was pulling Thalia’s hair from afar.
There is no way that foolish woman, so obsessed with the love of her husband, Julius Tapnel, could have planned something like this.
Then what remains….
-hehehehe, playing with angels was quite a fun pastime. Let me express my gratitude to you for being able to see my husband’s wonderful appearance.
“… Nirhil, you damn devil!”
An ancient demon who secretly foresees the future and even plays with Cecil, his other half.
Hearing Nirhil’s laughter, the angel’s face distorted, and the holy sword Nerondir in her hand began to tremble with magical energy and frantically emit divine power.
“… Nothing will change. Here, we will behead Julius Tapnel and seal Cecil Lionelta and Nirhil, who defied death, and establish the reputation of Rom and the laws of Telmere and correct the chaos in the world!”
The angel and holy sword emit explosive energy and slowly begin to turn pink again.
Jifnel’s power begins to take on an energy like fresh blood as infinity meets infinity.
Unavoidable and overwhelming force.
However, there was someone who regained his composure in front of him.
Julius Tapnel, a man with blond hair who had regained his energy to some extent by the holy water, brushed his soaked hair once and then slowly picked up the coat that was rolling at his feet.
“… Not bad.”
The black coat worn by his beloved other half, Cecil Lionelta, had suddenly fallen to the ground and had been torn here and there in the fierce battle, looking heavily stained.
It’s like a miracle that I am fully myself.
He dressed up again in a coat that was neatly tailored to his body, and smiled with satisfaction as he felt her sweet milk scent, which was now faint enough to say it was faint.
“Cryle, if you were here, you would probably say this.”
Don’t make things complicated, idiot. Simple life is best.
Recalling the words of my close friend who always gets things done in a haphazard and appropriate manner, I looked back at myself.
“Die!!!”
“You die, you dirty devil!!!”
Two women tirelessly throwing their fists at each other.
When I looked at Cecil, who was yelling in a sharp voice, gritting her teeth and frowning, I couldn’t help but laugh.
It must be a serious situation. I wonder why, but my mind feels infinitely clearer.
-Shooaaa
A horrifying noise, as if a knife is being sharpened.
The voice of death, from which flowers of fresh blood bloom, unfolding in the hands of an angel of kindness and love.
Thanks to Priest Emily’s baptism with holy water, my body’s vitality returned, but the brilliance of Tapnel, the angel of faith in my heart, had long since worn off.
In the context of the White Middle Ages, the defeat by the Holy Sword was becoming more and more severe.
Then, the way to overcome this ordeal is simple.
“… Come.”
A pendulum tilted by the holy sword.
In that case, all you have to do is bring that famous holy sword.
“…Nerondir.”
Julius slowly and leisurely raised his hand and showed his right hand towards the holy sword as if shaking hands.
His hands were wrapped with black bandages made of magic tied by his beloved wife, Cecil.
“… You have lost your qualifications. “If you have fallen for the devil’s whispers and taken the path of corruption, the Holy Sword will not answer your call!”
Red petals emitting a brilliant red light and spinning so fiercely that they threaten to tear open the air.
The infinite sacred power that was calling out to me as it wrapped around the holy sword swirled endlessly, trying to tear the body of the Heretic Questioner in front of me to shreds.
“… Come, Nerondir.”
“It’s no use. “How many times do I have to tell you to understand?”
“Come, Nerondir.”
“… I’ll just let this idiot take his breath away.”
Jifnel slowly draws down the holy sword raised high as if drawing a line with a pen.
With her hand, waves of red petals also fell towards his head,
“Come, Nerondir.”
The bright red holy sword in the angel’s hand, the blade of Nerondir, suddenly regained its pure white color and disappeared from Zifnel’s hand like a midsummer mirage.
“… What is this….”
Incomprehensible situation.
Clearly Julius Tapnell has lost his credentials. But how on earth is it that the Holy Sword answers his call?…
A ray of cold sweat running down the angel’s pretty cheeks.
The sight reflected in her pink colored eyes is a man holding a holy sword and slowly raising his hand.
After Telmere, he is the second strongest human in history to wield the holy sword.
Julius Tapnel felt the chill of the pure white sword in his hand and began to bring out the brilliance of his heart.
It feels different from then.
Unlike the old sword, which was just a strong sword that would not break, the current Nerondir showed him all of its power without hesitation.
“… I saw a lot about how to use it. “Thank you for teaching me personally.”
Angel Jifnel.
A drop of brilliance flowing through the holy sword.
The last piece of power squeezed out by my dry heart shines, slowly driving away the golden light that has colored my body and decorating myself with the color of gorgeous cherry blossom petals.
A handful of divinity continues to increase, and eventually it unfolds into [Infinity].
He took a deep breath, feeling the endless power of authority flowing through the holy sword.
I bet everything at once.
No, if not once, then twice. If not twice, then three times.
For my beloved wife, Cecil Lionelta.
I risk my heart to cut down the evil before my eyes.
“Cryle, let me imitate you for a moment.”
With a mischievous smile, Julius lightly swings the holy sword, and this time, a chill that freezes even time emanates from Nerondir, which has turned a cold blue.
“… That thing is dangerous, we have to stop it quickly….”
Just one move.
The current situation where the incomprehensible number of Julius has returned as a dagger.
Zifnel, who was looking at Lee with helpless and empty eyes, begins to summon his divine power in a hurry.
The black light that drives out the light red and takes its place again.
Jifnel, who felt her beautiful black hair slowly turning color, began to calmly think about her next move.
‘If we enter into a fight for dominance, the Holy Sword will eventually come into my hands. First, block that blow and then call it back….’
“Ugh! “Francis!”
The irritating voice of a woman I had forgotten about.
At the call of the immortal priest Emily, the hidden legendary unicorn reveals itself, and the priestess, who steps on the body of the divine beast and jumps powerfully, hangs down, holding on to the angel’s wings.
“Pfft! Let go of this! “They are worse than a bastard who forgot Telmir’s teachings and took the path of heresy!”
“Julius! “Don’t worry about me, just cut down Jifnel!”
Emily struggles, holding on to the angel’s wings, even using her legs.
The celestial feathers woven with divinity burn her body and her flesh begins to melt,
It was not enough to break the heart of a mother who burned herself to death for her child.
“… I am sorry, Priest Emily and Jifnel. “Please do not forgive my rudeness.”
Raynel’s power emanated from the holy sword in the hand of the Heretic Inquisitor, who was unlucky enough to tremble until the end, and completely froze the power returning to Zifnel’s body.
“No, no! “I have to win, I can’t let those worthless things live!”
Now, Nerondir’s blade, which emits a light so intense that it hurts the eyes, is slowly turning golden.
“Telmere, tellmere! “I must punish the foolish people who have abandoned your teachings…”
Julius’ hand flickered brightly and fired a blow like a blazing sun towards the angel.
The brilliance of faith flying toward you.
The appearance of the holy sword is exactly the same as when Telmir wielded it long ago.
Jifnel let out a low sigh as he looked at the flames flying towards his heart, not his wings this time.
“… I’m sorry, this is your last request. “I couldn’t listen.”
‘Jifnel, please lead humans with kindness and love, and look after them so that they do not get swallowed up by their own evil.’
An angel sheds tears recalling the face of a saint who ended his short life in his arms.
Her heart is pierced, and golden flames engulf the angel’s body.
-Was I wrong? Please give me the answer, Telmere.
Her eyes slowly close.
The last question that came to mind was the angel’s question to the saint.
Her question does not reach anyone and just disappears into her nothingness.
Puck──.
The angel of mercy who had tried to slay the priest and the devil fell helplessly to the ground.
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