Chapter 437 – Fall of Heaven (3)

“… The gap has widened again.”

“I know. Iris and the professor have become much stronger, but the master has truly gone on a different level.”

In response to Elisha’s lament, Carla calmly nodded her head and looked straight ahead.

Yandel, who went ahead, did not take out all the enemies, but there are some who leaked…

In other words, except for a few small things, they could not reach the rear, so I was able to observe them carefully.

First of all, Iris.

Ever since she saw the elements forcibly fused through Yandel’s words, her growth has been dazzling.

The current Iris is a study created for humans to understand, dealing with incomprehensible powers.

The viewer is also dazed by the sense of heterogeneity, but what about the victim? Even if a cult member who is already half-crazy turns around once more, it is understandable.

Perhaps the long time spent training to surpass the Lindelheit family paid off late.

Next is Iona.

There was no dramatic change in his skills as a wizard. In fact, there is nothing strange about this since he is already an accomplished battle mage.

Instead, his capabilities as a vampire have grown significantly.

Yandel’s body is only of a different form and nature, but is essentially the same as Fafnir.

According to Yandel’s guess, the will of something higher was involved, so it may be more than that.

He routinely drank blood of the highest quality, and frequently made blood tablets to feed to Yandel as an elixir and aphrodisiac.

Although she did not intend to, she drank noble blood every day and purified it without missing a day.

Naturally, in the process, Iona’s true blood became more pure, and she came to have a higher status.

The result is now.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s your friend’s or your enemy’s. All the blood shed on this battlefield is Iona’s.

Iona, who covered her ground with blood, gave off a noble atmosphere like that of an empress.

Well, as soon as Yandel and her eyes met, she smiled wildly and threw away a double piece.

For a moment, Carla smiled at the sight. Elisha’s sigh was heard right next to her.

“Ha… “When will I get there?”

“There’s no need to rush too much, right? Even now, one person is doing enough.”

“That’s true, but I can’t help but feel impatient.”

While grumbling, Elisha lightly swings her wand and shoots out a blade of wind. A lamia that was slowly approaching this direction was cut in two.

The warriors behind them, who were preparing for an unexpected situation, swallowed their saliva as they watched the human upper body and the snake lower body wriggle separately and slowly cool down.

This is because the Lamia that died a little while ago was not an ordinary Lamia, but a powerful variant in its own way.

They themselves can defeat it without any problem, but it is impossible with just one gesture like that. And yet you blame yourself for not being good enough.

Elisha sighs, perhaps aware of the warriors’ trembling gaze.

Helena smiled softly at her. She then opened her mouth, lightly clasping her hands in front of her chest.

“I don’t think you should be too upset. “I am ignorant of magic, but I know that your accomplishments were not achieved alone.”

“Hmm. As Miss Helena said, my stake is considerable.”

“Ahem. “The master is already Lindelheit?”

Elisha was in a slightly better mood, and Carla was shrugging her shoulders as if it was the right time.

Helena giggled at the implicit pride they felt.

In fact, Yandel’s magic was greatly influenced by both.

First of all, I learned from Carla how to use enormous magical power to create stronger power, and from Elisha how to accelerate the casting speed to fully utilize the system’s assistance.

Of course, I learned how to link magic from Iris, and how to fight using magic itself from Iona, but this only applies.

It is no exaggeration to say that Yandel’s basic magic system came from Carla and Elisha.

Kwaaaaang!

Carla and Elisha stiffened at the sudden sound of loud noises and turned their gazes.

They appear to be a ragtag group of helpless victims, but in reality, they are not easy guys.

In one way or another, the cultists unleashed their secret move to turn the tide of the war, as if to prove that they were the forces of an evil spirit. Dark blue divine power waves with explosive force.

In some ways, it is a blow that looks like a rising wave. Iona tried to stop it by pouring all her blood into it, but failed.

Although it is said that waves are swept away by bigger waves, Iona is shocked that all that blood and magic power did not offset her divine power in the slightest.

It’s natural. It happened so suddenly that no one noticed, but the current wave was not just a lump of divine power.

The cultists, who thought they would be annihilated if they continued like this, took over all areas except the core, and the three cardinals refined that power to create a collection of countless barriers.

A technology that changes in real time, engulfs and erodes the opponent, and is like a shredder that grinds them down at the end.

A wave that moves forward, destroying everything it touches, as if it were being swept away with a single stroke, painting a grandiose picture on the sandy beach.

Even the deep barrier seems to be no exception, as the space trembles along the rushing trajectory.

There are no apostles, the evil spirit cannot descend directly, and it is impossible to even create an incarnation. It is a final struggle.

At the moment when everyone thought of death, there was a man who took a step forward alone.

Yandel Lindelheit. Raising the staff with one hand and comfortably lowering the dagger with the other, he stood before the wave of death with a uniquely confident expression on his face.

And then the calm declaration that follows.

“Purnishment.”

At the same time as the giant sword of burning light fell, he swung his opposite hand from bottom to top.

The dagger of a dragon and a lion that swallows light. As if to prove its name, the sword body, which glowed an ominous black color, expanded explosively.

No, the black energy surrounding the sword body swelled its size.

Quagga gagagak-!

A black light that cannot exist is shot out with fierce force. A scar that looked like a giant claw had scratched the ground followed a beat later.

And the ensuing clash.

A huge white sword slashing down from the sky, a terrifying jet-black slash that plows the ground, and a blue-black wave that tears apart everything it touches.

As the three energies collide, invade, and repulse each other, a huge explosion occurs.

No, it should have happened.

“Elemental Burst… !”

Iris’s magic, fired at just the right time, enveloped the explosion that started at the center of the clash.

The five-colored energy, which is infinitely close to white, disappears while embracing the power that was so powerful that it seemed as if it would destroy the world.

Even if he had originally blocked it, he would have been caught in the aftermath of the explosion and would have been seriously injured. Iris completely blocked that.

Iris wiped the sweat from her forehead with her small hand and sighed in relief. Her Yandel lightly raised her thumb towards her.

… And Carla and Elisha, who watched all this from afar, opened their mouths and gaped for a while before turning their attention to Helena.

As if to avoid Helena’s silent pressure, she quickly turned her head and spoke.

“What? “Isn’t it a good thing for a disciple to surpass his teacher?”
“That’s right! Anyway, isn’t it because my husband was cool?”

Still, it was a bonus for Solari to take her side, as if she cared for her because she was a saint.

This is the reaction of our troops, but what about the cultists?

All three of the cardinals collapsed from exhaustion, and there is no longer any strength to draw from anywhere else, and the inner barrier has collapsed and is of little help.

The barrier that only the frame remained was being eroded by Tarla at an incredible rate, so they couldn’t even think of recovering it.

Both the monsters and the cultists lost their will to fight and looked devastated.

As if to deal the final blow to those guys, Tarla, who had been quietly concentrating, opened her eyes.

“Preparations are over. Now it’s your turn.”

“… Already? “It seems to be much faster than originally expected.”

“Yandel did much better than I expected. “I never thought it would be faster to deplete her spiritual power than to isolate her curved margin and insert this connecting line instead.”

Tarla smiles contentedly. Helena tilted her head at the sight of her strange trust, but she soon came to her senses and asked what she had to do.

“Anyway, I’m glad things are going well. By the way, she knows that she just has to offer the right faith, but how?”

“There is no need to think about it difficultly. Just pray as usual. However, not to the righteous light, but to the surging blue.”

“… I’m asking now, but is this really okay? “It is impossible for me to truly serve another god, but it is my faith.”

“Are you okay. After all, there is no one in this world who truly believes in surging waves. It doesn’t matter how someone prays. “What’s important is the message contained within it.”

“If it’s a message…”

“You know what? Every god is in charge of one or more areas in addition to his or her innate attributes. That is why he was able to exist as a god on this earth for a long time.”

This is something Helena knows well.

The righteous light is born with the power of light, but its domain is only justice.

Circulating life was born with the power related to plant growth, but eventually made life itself its domain.

Crashing steel became the god of technology and civilization with the power of fire and metal.

So, what kind of god did the surging blue become, gifted with the power of water?

It was Solari who answered this.

“Soaring blue is the god of beauty and love.”
“Yes?”

Solari explained in more detail to Helena, who blinked her golden eyes.

“I like the faith I have for myself, the affection I have for my husband, and the love for humanity toward all the good people living in this world. Anyway, I pray with all my love. “That will be enough.”

“… “I am confident in that.”

Helena smiled softly and got down on one knee toward Yandel.