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"Hmph!" A divine rage flashed in Brad's eyes, and the God of All Weapons' arms rapidly transformed into two giant cannons, condensed lasers shooting towards the giant spear made of books!
boom--! ! !
The collision of weapon power and magic power created a terrifying shockwave that tore apart the surrounding space, and a deafening roar rose into the sky!
"They've gone mad! They've all gone mad!!!"
Prince Ota stared in shock at the scene before him: Pope Brad was one thing, but even those ruthless demons were showing up in the capital like madmen, launching such a terrifying attack!
The two giants standing on the ground were seen by almost all the citizens of the capital. Countless people stared in disbelief at the astonishing sight of the two fighting each other, and were momentarily confused: What exactly is going on?
On top of the ruins.
"Svir? It's Svir!!!"
Astrid's teary eyes suddenly lit up.
When the library collapsed into ruins and the God of All Weapons came into view, Astrid was almost scared to tears. She thought that her identity had been discovered by Pope Brad and that she would soon be torn to pieces.
But soon, the familiar magical fluctuations that appeared beside her made her feel as if she saw a glimmer of hope, and she instantly found her organization:
"It's Swell... Waaaaah... They saw the message and came to save me! Waaaaah!"
Astrid was so moved that she burst into tears.
In the midst of the battle, the two giants clashed violently. Watching the retreating Sverre, Astrid felt an unprecedented surge of courage. Standing on the ruins, she raised her small fist and shouted:
"—Go! Go!!! Defeat him! Defeat him!!!"
The clear and powerful sound echoed in the night sky, standing out prominently apart from the intermittent loud noises from the fierce battle.
"That's... the voice of Scholar Astrid?"
On the palace walls, Prince Ota stood frozen in shock.
All eyes, drawn by the battle, turned to the small, fragile figure amidst the ruins: an unprecedented hope shone on her usually timid and introverted face—a belief! A belief in defeating the enemy before her!
—We absolutely cannot lose!
At that moment, Astrid seemed to be sparkling.
"Scholars Astrid, how could they be so noble?!" Everyone who witnessed this scene felt a tremor of emotion that went straight to their souls!
Despite being in the most dangerous battlefield, the great scholar Astrid disregarded the danger to her own life and used her frail body to shout a cry of victory!
In an instant, all the ministers of the kingdom burst into tears.
—Scholar Astrid is the most patriotic human being ever!
……
"Go! Go!!! Defeat him! Defeat him!!!"
The sound continued to fade into the distance, reaching the edge of the civilian district, among a group of civilians who had been resettled there.
They looked at each other, bewildered. Unaware that Pope Brad had gone "mad," a realization dawned on them: "Pope Brad... he was actually fighting the demons!!!"
The atmosphere of shared hatred and indignation continued to build, and Astrid's shouts still echoed in everyone's ears. Filled with fervor, everyone stood up and joined in the shouts:
"Go! Go!!! Defeat him!!! Defeat him!!!"
Led by Astrid, all of humanity began to cheer on the Titans in the arena—
boom--!
It was another violent collision.
"An ant that doesn't know its own limitations..."
Within the God of All Weapons, Brad's voice gradually revealed arrogance:
"I thought you demons had some kind of trick up your sleeve, but it turns out you're just trying to show off your weak power in front of the God of All Weapons?"
It was clear to the naked eye that the war between the Titans was one-sided. The power of the God of All Weapons was already overwhelming the Book Titans, which were made up of a massive number of books, especially since they were being manipulated by Brad himself.
If it weren't for the vast number of books supporting the body of the Book Giant, Swir's true form would have been crushed by the God of All Weapons long ago.
In the brief exchange, the books beneath the ruins were completely depleted.
“The God of All Weapons is indeed a terrifying weapon…” Inside the Giant of Books, Swell exclaimed, “Even more terrifying is its wielder, the Iron-Blooded Pope Brad.”
"I originally thought he was just an old, decaying body nearing death, but I never expected his strength to be no less than Mino's! The depth of human potential is truly terrifying."
Watching the God of All Weapons gradually increase his power, preparing to deliver a fatal blow, Swell knew that the task of figuring out the God of All Weapons' strength had come to an end.
"It's time to use that thing..."
……
The continuous tremors came from afar.
The room was dark and unlit, not even starlight could penetrate. The pitch-black space seemed to harbor some strange creature, so deep that it could devour everything into nothingness... Only two crimson flames, like dancing flames, burned quietly in a corner unnoticed by anyone.
Suddenly, the flames stopped flickering.
A flurry of hurried footsteps swept past outside the room. Finally, a footstep, carrying uncontrolled force, slammed open the door to the solitary confinement cell corridor. A panicked voice was directed at the paladin guarding the door:
"Commander Erwin has activated the supreme command! Hurry to the palace! Her Highness the Princess is in danger!!!"
"What?!" The paladin guarding the door sounded slightly flustered and bewildered: "What about the guards in the solitary confinement cell? That one..."
"This is an order!! All paladins must obey! No one can leave the confinement room; it is actually the safest place!"
"Unless Commander Erwin gives other orders, then ignore him! Pack your gear and let's go!!!"
The paladin was finally persuaded by the concise words, and his hurried footsteps quickly faded into the distance, leaving the surroundings completely shrouded in silence.
The hum of the ground shook up fine sand in the room; the paladin's words pierced through the room without being missed; the black longsword seemed poised to slice through the night; in the dark corner… the girl opened her crimson eyes:
"I heard it, disaster is coming—"
Chapter 226 Super Fim Sensor Radar
The pitch-black night gradually deepened, outlining a dark color on the surface of the holy sword.
Darkfrey's voice trembled slightly: "My lord...did you hear that? What happened that even the entire Holy Knights of the Knights Order are being mobilized?!"
"As I said, disaster has struck."
With her right hand, wrapped in bandages, pressed against her eye patch, Shana whispered, "Finally... has this moment finally come?"
Her deep tone added a touch of mystery to her, and her arrogant posture seemed to possess formidable power at first glance. But only upon closer inspection could one discover that her crimson eyes had been flashing with intense excitement from beginning to end.
"Those who bear the weight of unparalleled sin, imprisoned in chains, and subjected to all shackles, will also liberate all hope! With chaos, they will shatter darkness!!!" Shana raised her head, her voice brimming with fervor:
"Darkfrey, this is the moment I've been waiting for!"
"You've been waiting for just the moment to say that line..." Darkfrey muttered under his breath.
"None of that matters!" Bathed in darkness, Shana struck another cool pose, eager to try it out:
"I can sense that the kingdom is in an unprecedented crisis! Only the power of chaos can end this disaster! It's time... to leave this prison!"
“My lord.” Darkfrey shuddered involuntarily. “Didn’t you hear what those paladins said? This is not something that some mercenaries can compare to. It’s a turmoil that involves the entire capital! I think it’s safer to stay in the confinement room. Don’t forget, you haven’t received the blessing of the hero yet. With your leaky constitution, you won’t be of much help even if you go out.”
"Besides... how are we going to get out of this solitary confinement room?"
The pale golden light curtain at the entrance firmly locked the space. Even if the highest-level sacred prohibition had no destructive power, the law that isolated sacred power was enough to form an insurmountable wall.
Shana walked to the door and placed one palm on the light screen. The point of contact immediately felt a solid texture that was completely different from its appearance.
She had already tested it when she was imprisoned. Her seemingly thin but actually pure divine power was like a mithril-level wall being activated as soon as it came into contact with the divine prohibition, and it could not be shaken in the slightest... Not to mention, she also had the mark of a hero in her body, which made the light barrier as firm and long-lasting as if it had been given an aphrodisiac.
Standing before the light screen for a long time, just when Darkfried thought Shana had given up completely, she raised her head, her eyes flickering like flames:
"In that case, I don't want it."
"what?"
As if sensing Shana's unwavering will, the wall of light formed by the sacred decree began to solidify, its blinding, slightly scorching light falling upon her face. Countless fiery red strands of hair danced wildly in the light, making the girl's face appear as if divided into two halves of chaos.
"When I am needed to wield the light, then I will conceal the darkness..."
"When I am needed to break through the darkness, then... I will abandon the light!"
With a faint glimmer in her crimson eyes, Shana stepped straight toward the sacred prohibition.
Inside the locked room, light suddenly shone brightly.
……
Demon King's Castle, Prison.
"Ah~~~~~~! Hmm!"
Like a fledgling bird being fed by an adult bird, Mino, on the bed, was like a helpless person who couldn't take care of himself. He opened his mouth wide with a contented look and put the rice spoon that the zombie maid handed to him into his mouth.
“It smells so good!!!”
The steaming rice sizzled in her mouth in the middle of the night, stimulating all her taste buds. Mino couldn't help but let out a soft hum of praise:
"Fim, with your current skills, you'd be a shoo-in for first place in the Royal Capital's Culinary God Competition!"
She sat upright on the ground, the large bow on the back of her maid outfit swaying gently as if she were having a good time.
With her fair fingers withdrawing the rice spoon that had been licked clean, Fim scooped a small spoonful of perfectly portioned fried rice from the bowl full of egg fried rice, blew on it gently, and then brought it to Mino's lips.
"Mino, today is a bit... annoying."
Fim tilted his head, his smooth blue hair, fresh from a bath, emitting a faint fragrance.
She looked at Mino with some confusion, then turned to look at the starry night sky outside the window. Normally, Mino would have been fast asleep long ago and wouldn't have kept her up so late... although she was happy about it.
"Mmm mmm..." Mino mumbled incoherently as she chewed large mouthfuls of rice.
Fim thought for a moment, looked quietly at Mino, and suddenly asked:
"Mino, do you like her measurements?"
"Cough cough cough!!!" Mino suddenly sat up in bed, coughing violently, almost choking herself: "Cough cough, cough cough! You've heard it all... Who told you?"
"Rice, fruit."
"Don't look at me like I'm a pervert, no, please look at me like that..."
After a moment of hesitation and looking troubled, Mino, noticing Fim's expression, explained somewhat guiltily, "Those aren't measurements! They're the code to unlocking every boy's dreams!!!"