Chapter 612: Negative Distance (2)

Chapter 612: Negative Distance (2)

Lupus recoiled so hard one would think he was slapped in the face, and they would be right as that statement was nothing short of that. The worst part about it was that... Setsuna did not just stop there. Even with her broken arm, she gritted her teeth through the pain, lifted it, and... showed him the glorious middle finger.

Her face may have been a bloody mess, her body may have been completely broken, and her consciousness may be growing dimmer with each passing instant but her spirit never wavered. Not even for a single moment.

Even though Lupus held her neck in his hands, being able to twist and crush it with just a single movement, there was a fierce, almost savage smile on her lips as she gazed at him with a defiant look— her actions would make even the most daring of warriors whistle aloud in acknowledgment.

“You wench!”

Lupus shouted, fully intent on pummeling her face on the ground. However, his actions couldn’t pass through as Setsuna chose to spit blood on his face, marring his mane in a bloody hue.

Setsuna did not fear death, she was far from such baseless fears. As a warrior hell-bent on revenge, she knew that death was her constant companion, waiting patiently for the chance to take her in its embrace.

Yet she was not suicidal either and would not have provoked Lupus in this situation without any contingency put in place beforehand.

What she spat was not just any blood; mixed into it was her own innate lightning and divinity. Thanks to how close the two of them were and with his mind clouded by anger, Lupus should not have been able to respond to this sudden attack. However, as befitting a King-level being, his reaction time was beyond what they could even fathom.

Thankfully, they had even taken this possibility into account.

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As if waiting for this exact moment, Isis spammed the curse of stagnation more than a few dozen times on Lupus without a single break. It did not matter how resistant Lupus was, the few curses that did take effect were enough for him to slow down for an instant and all Setsuna’s spit needed was an instant to reach and pierce his right eye, causing the Wolf king to let out a blood curling scream of pain and rage at the humiliation of losing his eye against a group of Duke he did not even initially pay attention to.

The attack forced him to loosen and even let go of his grip around Setsuna’s neck and the poor girl fell helplessly on the ground, too weak to even move a single inch.

However, things did not stop there. There was no way Setsuna would have waited for this moment only to take one eye from Lupus... as satisfying as that action was for her, it was not the end but only the beginning.

{Now!}

The ground shook as three large shadowy snakes burst forth from underneath Lupus’ feet and brought forth their relentless onslaught, ensnaring him in their venomous holds. Milia’s snakes were created with her power of Devouring and as befitting its name, the voracious snake immediately started draining the energy of the prey they ensnared.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

Milia leaked a grunt as Lupus’ never-ending energy was transferred to her at the highest speed she was able to drain him. The difference in the reserves between a Duke and a King was as vast as the ocean itself and her mana veins were screaming under the relentless strain of a never-ending stream of power, almost making her feel that her body was about to explode this instant.

She did not relent, however, not even for a single moment. How could she even think about doing something like that when Setsuna sacrificed so much just for this very moment? As long as she could absorb even 10% of Lupus’s current reserves, she would consider it a win.

Lupus could feel his mana draining at rapid speeds, far faster than they ever did since the start of this battle, and ignored the throbbing pain in his eye as he started tearing apart the snakes restraining him from all sides. Even though new snakes were constantly generated to keep him restrained, there was no way Milia would be able to keep him at bay for long.

“You think such charlatan tricks can stop me!?”

He shouted, his roar causing the air to screech. however...

“Of course, we know this alone is not enough.”

Lupus stopped short as Isis, who had been staying at the very back of the group up until now appeared close enough to take his head between her hands, her eyes glowing with a mix of crimson and gold.

“Lupus Ira. It’s time for your sins to be judged. Show me your soul.”

Her voice seemed to come out of the very depths of the greatest abyss and violently permeated his whole spirit.

Past memories of his life right from the very day he was born flashed through his mind. His life as a child. His life as a teen. His first kill.

Everything about him was like an open book to Isis.

"Get out of my head!!"

He let out a roar of pain and anguish, as the world around him changed and a constant stream of memories manifested and wreaked havoc in his mind.

In the deepest part of his mind, he could see the phoenix girl sitting on a throne while on her right side, a wolf-like monster the size of a house was crouching down, looking at him with hunger evident in its eyes.

Behind her, a black scale was floating steadily while measuring two objects. On one side was a golden feather, and on the other side was a heart that was beating at a crawling pace.

Lupus was confused and for the first time very first time... started to feel true fear, as he looked at the ominous scene. This was a skill he had never even heard about, nor could he even fathom how a mere Duke was capable of using such power.

[You are being judged.]

An answer came to his mind while chains covered and restrained his spirit and soul. They tried to make him kneel but the pull of the chain was not strong enough for such action against a dignified King.

“You!? Judging me!? Don’t make me laugh!”

He ignored the image of his brother and sister-in-law dying at his hand. His own guilt may eat at him but his pride was too strong to let anyone other than himself judge him for his sins.

『 God Slaying Sword Art -:- Negative distance 』

The very moment Lilin unsheathed her sword, Lupus’ eyes opened wide in disbelief as he saw the world spinning around him. His head had been cleanly separated from his body and blood splattered all over from his decapitated head as his body slumped on the ground.

When Lilin sheathed her sword again, she nearly screamed out loud as pain unlike anything she had ever experienced assailed her whole body. Falling on the ground, she remained immobile as she became unable to even support her own weight.

Even so, she did not mind her state. This pain was more than worth it. They did it! They had won! Without the help of Sol, the four of them converged their forces and took down a bonafide King.

Many things had to be put in place, like strings needing to align on a set course, for this moment to come to fruition.

If Sol did not take the divine weapon with him.

If Lupus had not been weakened when nourishing the divine weapon.

If he had not underestimated them or tried to play with them like the sadistic maniac that he was.

So many ifs, so many whats, and so many instances where even a single thing going out of place would lead to all of their deaths.

However, such thoughts didn’t matter anymore. “Setsuna we...” Lilin forced herself to look up even though her vision was momentarily blinded as blood covered her eyes. She wished to see her friend and share this moment of victory with her.

After all, Lupus had died from the sword of Ayame.

“Well, well, well... Now aren’t you happy you made a deal with me?”

She stopped short and not only her but even Isis, Setsuna, and Milia froze in place as they looked at a man who appeared seemingly out of nowhere and was standing right beside the bleeding head of Lupus.

It was an unassuming man. Even now, those who could see him would have difficulty describing what he looked like. The only thing they would be able to remember would be his monocle.

The man was not alone, on his side was a tall woman with two long horns on her forehead holding a large metallic bat filled with spikes.

“Hello everyone. Happy to meet you.”

“Who are you?” Milia asked, her hand trembling and veins bulging while her eyes were bloodshot. The side effects of housing far more mana than she could possibly contain were showing themselves already.

The man took off his top hat and placed it against his chest as he gave a theatrical bow.

“Through history, I had many lives and many names. But for now, you can simply call me Eins.”

Time seemed to go still. This name was not foreign to them. Eins, the second highest ranked of the Wings of Freedom and more importantly.

“A demigod.”

Isis murmured breathlessly. Things were definitely taking a turn for the worse. They had already given their all to barely match and win against an extremely weakened King. Even in their peak condition, and no matter how many things fell into place to push them forward, they stood no match for a demigod.

“Well then, young ladies. Would you be so kind as to follow me? I need some bargaining ship to recuperate the spear.”

Even though he spoke those words, directing at them, he didn’t even look at their general direction as he went past them and took Lupus’ head in his hand before walking toward the body. He was the epitome of confidence as he knew that absolutely no one could match him at this moment on the battlefield

Or at least that should have been the case in theory. The reality was vastly different, however.

“It seems like Sol was right. I still have my part to play.”

His smile slowly vanished as a feminine voice reached them from high up in the sky. There, a tall golden-haired woman clad in a white robe with streaks of blue manifested out of thin air,

“Camelia Castitas.”

He muttered the name with confusion, wondering what a supreme Daughter was doing so far from her Church.

However, he soon realized what was about to happen. After all, the Kings of the Seven Kingdoms were not the only ones who could use divine power. Sadly for him, the realization far came too late.

Placing her hands together, Camelia muttered a prayer,

“Dear goddess, come to me and help me purge those faithless traitors.”

『 Forbidden Technique -:- Goddess Descent 』

Radiant holy light came pouring down from the sky in a pillar of light, streaming down like a waterfall. And with that, six pairs of wings, all wielding eyes of varying sizes, all closed, manifested on Camelia’s back.