——STAND.
Although in the popular culture that Roland knows, this term has long since become a systematic power setting.
But in Type-Moon without Jojo, the name still retains its most classic and original meaning.
That is a true 'stand-in', or in other words, a doppelganger.
However, although the names are very similar, unlike the double existence of Wujo Kirie which is essentially a supernatural power, the doppelganger refers more to a supernatural phenomenon.
That is, in daily life, you suddenly see another self who is exactly the same in appearance and memory.
They will disrupt the life of the original body, take away their most important things, and even eventually kill and replace the original body.
If the original body wants to fight back, the injuries on the double body will be reflected on itself intactly.
And this peculiar concept is exactly the truth why Narubalek was just killed once but remained unharmed.
In her hand, she had already grasped a square, blood-red book without her noticing.
Every inch of the book was a creepy dark red color, but there was no sign of toughness. However, even ordinary people would not think of it as something cult like human skin when they saw it.
——Because the pages that spontaneously moved from the corners of the book and squirmed like living things have brought it into an even more terrifying realm.
This book is just a terminal, and the true face of the things behind it is what really interests him.
“Is that so?”
Behind the big mouth woven with intersecting spaces as teeth, a scene as dark as ink, like the abyss, was revealed.
In the deep red sky, the boundless darkness is like the open eyes of a greedy demon.
They radiate astonishing pressure, like the power of a heavy hammer brought down to punish sinners.
Just witnessing it is enough to make people feel breathless, and even on the verge of mental collapse. Combined with the crackling sound of the surrounding atmosphere that is unable to bear the weight, it seems as if the surroundings are already the bottom of the deep sea.
But the strange thing was that this terrifying giant mouth, which seemed to be able to swallow the whole world in one gulp, did not cause any aftermath.
Apart from the fluctuations caused by the distortion of space, there were no other changes in the surrounding scene.
Compared with that powerful might, this performance can no longer be said to be restrained. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as being in a cramped coffin with nails nailed to it.
"As expected of the number one in the Burial Agency, this secret operation was able to retrieve the 'Stomach Realm Canon'."
No wonder Narubalek showed his hostility towards such a luxurious combination of a living saint and two princesses.
The Stomach World Codex is a tool made from the stomach of Al Nahat, the twenty-four ancestors of the sealed Dead Apostles.
As a vampire that possesses the principle of doppelganger, it naturally had a rather tortuous experience because of this peculiarity, to the point that it eventually lost its sanity and was sealed in a mirrored prison by the church, occupying the position of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles for a long time in this depressing way.
However, perhaps it was fate's irony on the principle of doppelgangers, that although the original body's ending was very tragic, the ability of the Stomach World Canon was surprisingly strong, and relying on this property, it could almost certainly wipe out the opponent at the cost of the life of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles.
Unable to defend, unable to counter.
The only limitation is the one-to-one nature and the several decades of waiting for the ancestor to be resurrected.
This trump card should be the strongest weapon against the Dead Apostles. Even for someone of Narubalek's status, he needs a suitable reason to carry it.
This shows how determined the other party is.
"I see--"
Artluqi also nodded in understanding.
Although it would be a pipe dream to destroy both the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles and Elquet together with her given her size, it was more than enough to just weaken her.
Although it is not as powerful as the Mystic Death Eyes, the death link of the doppelganger will also deduct the upper limit of health. In addition, Xiel and Narubalek are also good players with many single-handed kills of the Ancestor, so there is really nothing wrong with this plan.
Yes, if it were in the past——
"You stupid fellow, you are a member of the church, but you don't even know that saints can perform miracles?"
Heiji sneered.
"The moment you saw us coming together, you should have realized that your past impressions were no longer reliable."
"Besides, even if everything goes according to plan, and the Stomach World Canon is successfully used, and that guy named Xiyeer entangles me and Elquet, what can we do?"
"How are you going to deal with this living saint? With that ridiculous thing hanging in your vestments?"
——Under Narubalek’s robe, one could faintly see a sharp cold light flashing.
Judging from the shape, it is obviously closer to the style of a torture instrument or a murder weapon than a weapon.
This kind of strange weapon, which is not suitable for combat but carries the effects of torture and ritual, may be unexpectedly useful against vampires, but when fighting against saints, it may be worse than an ordinary sword.
"Or did you steal some holy relic that could harm the saint?"
"I did think about doing this, but unfortunately, it's too difficult. The Burial Agency has great authority, but it's also a party that is being watched. After all, a knife that kills people shouldn't have its own will, so I can't get close to the storage place of these highly symbolic props."
Although he was ridiculed by Altluchi, Narubalek didn't mind at all and shook his head calmly.
"Tsk, it's decided. Although I don't want to be your accomplice in women's affairs, this woman really deserves to go to hell."
Seeing that there was no change on the other person's face and the smile was still hypocritical and annoying, Miss Heiji frowned unhappily.
"I'm going to destroy this guy's mind and turn him into a tool whose only thought is your XX. Is that okay?"
"I don't care. I'd rather say good job..."
Roland gave a thumbs up to the increasingly considerate Altluchi and shrugged casually.
"But, with your current strength alone, it would be somewhat difficult for you to fight against an angel, right?"
"What?"
Alteluchi, who was already gritting her teeth and ready to take action, suddenly froze in expression.
As if confirming Roland's words.
The doppelganger summoned by the Stomach Realm Canon, which used the world as a medium of manifestation, had not yet locked onto its target when its twisted big mouth suddenly began to shrink.
What emanated from that radiance was a clean and pure magical power that was completely different in spirit and principle.
This familiar situation made Altluchi's eyes widen.
She could feel that the nature of this fluctuating magic was exactly the same as the cycle of nature.
Just like the torrential rain that falls from the sky when there is enough water vapor, just like the snow that falls when the temperature drops suddenly, just like... the pale destined death when the end comes.
"No way... Why are such lowly humans qualified to summon angels!"
"Maybe it's because this is the orthodox summoning method."
Roland smiled slightly. "In fact, it is unrealistic to call angels to the world based on qualifications and compatibility like I did."
Special heroic spirits like Enkidu or gods may not be summoned due to their own thoughts or lack of environment and preparation.
But this is just extremely difficult. As long as the necessary conditions are met, they can still appear as servants.
Angels like the Pale Knight are different. They cannot be summoned at all and are outside the card pool from the beginning.
In the fsf world line, the Pale Knight once participated in the war as a Servant, but it was written in the original work that in addition to the minor factor that his Master was not only a young child, but also a pure and spotless lamb, the more important thing was that this incident itself was a Christian "miracle".
This is the main reason why the Pale Knight was able to be eliminated.
It came as a messenger of miracles, and the Heroic Spirit Summoning was only an external medium. After the contract disappeared and it withdrew from the Holy Grail War, it still did not disappear, but guarded the Master in another way, which was the best proof of this.
The reason why miracles are miracles is that they cannot be replicated.
Saints are no exception.
Narubalek, who was well aware of her heretical nature, would not ignore this point, so she used the most orthodox summoning method.
This is a common practice in many myths, using temples, sacrifices, and altars as an introduction to allow the higher spirits to complete their descent and help drive away the enemy.
From another perspective, the so-called summoning of heroic spirits is to use the restraining force to integrate these messy summoning techniques and build a universal resource platform, and the Holy Grail War is the summoning terminal.
By artificially adjusting the range and probability of the card pool, as long as there is a suitable spiritual vein to accumulate magic power to form a pseudo-Holy Grail, even a magician with ordinary talent can successfully summon a heroic spirit by copying the same method.
However, the emergence of more convenient methods does not mean that the old methods are eliminated.
Although angels, devices that assist the operation of the world, were excluded from the summoning range from the beginning in order to prevent humans from committing suicide, if an equivalent container of power could be replicated in modern times and the ritual was performed step by step, the summoning could still be successful.
"Using the principles of Wallachian Nights, I created a false Tsukihime personality, and based on the principles of Nero and Roya, I built the foundation. Finally, I used the doppelganger as a container, and replaced the world with the individual."
Roland sighed.
"You and Lord White Wing have both spent a fortune just to get a chance by burning the Principle Blood Rings accumulated by the ancestors of the four Dead Apostles."
"Yes, but if we can sever the bond between vampires and humans, it will be worth it."
Narubalek confirmed this statement and added.
"And, to be more precise, there should be six."
As soon as the words fell.
Xier next to him quickly raised his hand.
Kisshinin Kiara's 'persuasion' seemed to still be taking effect. Although the girl's resentment towards Narubalek did not change at all, she still launched the attack.
But this time, Xiel did not activate the Seventh Holy Code, but instead threw out the standard black keys from the sleeves of his robes.
Amid the sharp sound of breaking through the air, a rain of swords fell from the sky.
Each blade contained a purifying power that was no different from arsenic to the Dead Apostles.
Having said that, in such a high-end game, this level of attack is a bit underwhelming.
Not to mention the two princesses who are no longer the same as they were before, even Elquet, who had just been divided into seventeen pieces, would not be afraid of such an attack.
Miss Baiji didn't even use her imagination to materialize, but waved her hand, letting the wind pressure rush out like a cannonball.
In her impression, this kind of weapon, which is not for fighting but for throwing, would be crushed into pieces if it was used in this way.
At this moment, a dazzling dark purple glow bloomed from Xiel's chest and lower abdomen.
There were no signs.
Suddenly, in the gaps between the black keys, a cycle of three keys in a group formed layers of triangular marks.
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They overlap like a kaleidoscope, with the engravings as the end, allowing dim gray light beams to shoot out, like a birdcage falling from the sky.
With the speed of the light, coupled with the sudden change of tactics in the middle, even Eltluchi and Elquet could not dodge in time, and could only launch the attack at the same time when they were turned upside down.
Logically speaking, with the combined attack of the True Ancestor sisters, there are few techniques in this world that can withstand it.
Even if there is, it must at least be of the level of the authentic Seven-Layered Rings of Seraph, rather than this ordinary barrier formed by black keys.
However, the reality was beyond the two girls' expectations.
boom--!
Amid the piercing roars and smoke, the beam of light that enveloped them still maintained its general shape, despite the appearance of many cracks.
And, even more exaggerated things are yet to come.
Before they could launch another attack, a sudden and magnificent bolt of lightning struck from the top of the light column and spread out wantonly.
The stars are arranged in a way that violates the laws of physics, like a Russian nesting doll.
At first glance, the track-like posture looks like an angel with a wheel as its body.
However, this time, what they carried was not the unpredictable divine will, but the condensed aurora.
It was in no way inferior in scale to Excalibur, but rather than turning the enemy into ashes, the effect of this blade of light tended to suppress entities.
Under the high density brought about by excessive concentration and hugeness, the falling lightning of light was like a guillotine, wantonly shaking the eardrums and nerves of the two princesses.
With the stimulation in their brains and the ground under their feet under pressure, the two girls had to lower the distance between their shoulders and press the ground with their hands to barely maintain their balance, although they looked unwilling.
However, Xier, the instigator, was not in a much better condition. She was half-kneeling on the ground with her hands deeply dug into the soil. Her bones seemed to be unable to bear the weight and crisp breaking sounds could be heard from time to time.
"That is... the Cathedral and the Star of Calvary."
Roland recognized the true identity of these two spells.
In the inherent impression, black keys seem to be the standard configuration of agents, but this is actually a misunderstanding.
Its unsuitability for chopping means that it is destined to be unpopular among the public in actual combat where a single mistake can result in death.
The true value of the Black Key lies in the process of using its scripture as a handle and magic to weave the blade.
As long as the precision and knowledge are sufficient, the user can freely add different special effects from physical to spiritual according to different situations.
Because of this, agents who are good at using black keys are generally elites.
And Xier is the best among them. Her qualifications make even Luo Ya, who has infinite reincarnations as a backup, extremely satisfied.
Especially when it comes to the upper limit of magic power conservation, if the average magician has 20, then hers is 5,000.
Even without immortality, this magic circuit would automatically repair her body.
As long as her brain was not damaged, it would be extremely difficult for Xiel to die. This bug-like method not only made her the only exception to Roja's resurrection after reincarnation, but also allowed her to inherit all the magic knowledge of this crown magician.
Although she only uses it when it increases her combat power due to her resistance to Roja, the tip of the iceberg revealed is enough to make people feel ashamed, such as using a large-scale technique with the Black Key alone that can be effective against the ancestor of the Dead Apostles.
However, it is impossible to suppress the two True Ancestors with just this technique, even for a short period of time.
In other words…
Roland narrowed his eyes, his pupils flickering slightly, as he read the formulas flowing in the light.
"{City is Kingdom}... and {Sword}?"
"That's right!"
Narubalek licked his white teeth, and the kindness on his face had long disappeared.
"Although it can only be used to weave great magic, Xiel does have the power to collect the blood rings of the principles of the ancestors of the defeated Dead Apostles. Now, these six principles will be summoned to pray and become the nourishment of the angels!"
The corners of her mouth curved into a hideous arc.
For a greedy murderer like her, even the moment of successfully inheriting the name of her ancestor and becoming the leader of the Burial Agency could not compare to the joy that was bubbling up in her heart at this moment.
"Did you hear that? This is the prelude to burying the saint and the vampire together!"
In the violently shaking world, Narubalek's joyful shouts seemed to awaken the heartbeat of the world.
The light cocoon in the sky had suddenly sprouted huge wings that were longer than its body. The next moment it was about to break free from the chains inside and outside the world and break out of the shell.
But even at this speed, Narubalek was still somewhat dissatisfied.
She couldn't bear it anymore.
The thought of killing a precious being like a living saint made her feel like an electric current was gushing out of her heart and hitting her brain.
What kind of expression will the other party have when he is in pain of failure?
Is it calmness, relief, or unyielding perseverance?
Narubalek stared straight ahead, using magic to enhance his vision to the extreme, staring at Roland's face expectantly.
However, to her disappointment, although she was temporarily isolated and had to fight the angels alone, Roland's expression and tone did not change at all, and she remained completely calm.
She shuddered subconsciously, feeling as if she was being stared at by something dangerous, with a biting chill running from her tailbone to the bottom of her heart.
"You are still so calm. It seems that you haven't recognized the situation clearly. Do you think that you can stop the angels' attack with your status as a saint? Don't dream. Let alone a saint, even if you are... the Son of God, it's the same. After all, this is an era when the gods have gone far away."
But after all, he was a daring murderer who didn't care about the consequences. Narubalek quickly suppressed his uneasiness and sneered.
"No, I know that very well."
But before she could finish, Roland's mouth curled up into a mocking smile and interrupted her rudely.
"To be honest, it's not surprising that a saint was killed or failed. However, considering the miracles I have shown so far, why do you think a mere angel can defeat me?"
"I see. Considering the miracles you have performed and the title of the reincarnated Son of God that you are secretly called within the church, it is not unreasonable for you to be confident that you can surpass the angels. However... since I have already decided to attack you, how could I not have considered this!"
Narubalek opened his arms and looked up at the sky.
The blazing light has condensed together, and the outer cocoon of light has become round, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, with ripples pulsating like water flowing inside.
"Your existence itself is also a part of this ritual!"
The obvious features of the moon and water, as well as the six wings that symbolize an archangel, allowed Roland to recognize the identity of this angel even though it had not yet taken shape.
"See? If you are truly the Son of God, you cannot fail to recognize the Archangel Gabriel who announced your birth, conception, and resurrection!"
Narubalek smiled. "Except for me as the summoner, it will only follow the procedures - clearing everything indiscriminately."
"How is it? Did you expect this situation?"
"…Indeed, no, but it doesn't matter."
Roland raised his eyebrows and shook his head with amusement.
"It's better to say... this is better."
"Um?"
Narubalek's pupils shrank.
Seeing the strange smile on Roland's face and that playful expression, for some reason, she felt goose bumps all over her body.
But before she could sort out her thoughts, the huge drumbeat sounded again.
Faced with such a sudden change, she had no time to dwell on this ominous premonition and immediately shifted her gaze to the sky.
Then--
Looking at Gabriel emerging from the light cocoon in the form of a petite blonde girl, completely different from what he had imagined, Narubalek was completely frozen in place.
"Gabriel, long time no see."
Accompanied by such a pleasant call.
She only felt that everything in her vision seemed to be fading.
In those fierce and crazy pupils, only this scene was reflected in the end.
Roland wore a helpless smile and helplessly touched the wings and hair of the blonde girl in his arms.
And... the archangel who completely ignored her summoner's orders and rushed into Roland's arms impatiently, rubbing against him like an obedient puppy. (End of this chapter)
Although in the popular culture that Roland knows, this term has long since become a systematic power setting.
But in Type-Moon without Jojo, the name still retains its most classic and original meaning.
That is a true 'stand-in', or in other words, a doppelganger.
However, although the names are very similar, unlike the double existence of Wujo Kirie which is essentially a supernatural power, the doppelganger refers more to a supernatural phenomenon.
That is, in daily life, you suddenly see another self who is exactly the same in appearance and memory.
They will disrupt the life of the original body, take away their most important things, and even eventually kill and replace the original body.
If the original body wants to fight back, the injuries on the double body will be reflected on itself intactly.
And this peculiar concept is exactly the truth why Narubalek was just killed once but remained unharmed.
In her hand, she had already grasped a square, blood-red book without her noticing.
Every inch of the book was a creepy dark red color, but there was no sign of toughness. However, even ordinary people would not think of it as something cult like human skin when they saw it.
——Because the pages that spontaneously moved from the corners of the book and squirmed like living things have brought it into an even more terrifying realm.
This book is just a terminal, and the true face of the things behind it is what really interests him.
“Is that so?”
Behind the big mouth woven with intersecting spaces as teeth, a scene as dark as ink, like the abyss, was revealed.
In the deep red sky, the boundless darkness is like the open eyes of a greedy demon.
They radiate astonishing pressure, like the power of a heavy hammer brought down to punish sinners.
Just witnessing it is enough to make people feel breathless, and even on the verge of mental collapse. Combined with the crackling sound of the surrounding atmosphere that is unable to bear the weight, it seems as if the surroundings are already the bottom of the deep sea.
But the strange thing was that this terrifying giant mouth, which seemed to be able to swallow the whole world in one gulp, did not cause any aftermath.
Apart from the fluctuations caused by the distortion of space, there were no other changes in the surrounding scene.
Compared with that powerful might, this performance can no longer be said to be restrained. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as being in a cramped coffin with nails nailed to it.
"As expected of the number one in the Burial Agency, this secret operation was able to retrieve the 'Stomach Realm Canon'."
No wonder Narubalek showed his hostility towards such a luxurious combination of a living saint and two princesses.
The Stomach World Codex is a tool made from the stomach of Al Nahat, the twenty-four ancestors of the sealed Dead Apostles.
As a vampire that possesses the principle of doppelganger, it naturally had a rather tortuous experience because of this peculiarity, to the point that it eventually lost its sanity and was sealed in a mirrored prison by the church, occupying the position of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles for a long time in this depressing way.
However, perhaps it was fate's irony on the principle of doppelgangers, that although the original body's ending was very tragic, the ability of the Stomach World Canon was surprisingly strong, and relying on this property, it could almost certainly wipe out the opponent at the cost of the life of the ancestor of the Dead Apostles.
Unable to defend, unable to counter.
The only limitation is the one-to-one nature and the several decades of waiting for the ancestor to be resurrected.
This trump card should be the strongest weapon against the Dead Apostles. Even for someone of Narubalek's status, he needs a suitable reason to carry it.
This shows how determined the other party is.
"I see--"
Artluqi also nodded in understanding.
Although it would be a pipe dream to destroy both the Ancestor of the Dead Apostles and Elquet together with her given her size, it was more than enough to just weaken her.
Although it is not as powerful as the Mystic Death Eyes, the death link of the doppelganger will also deduct the upper limit of health. In addition, Xiel and Narubalek are also good players with many single-handed kills of the Ancestor, so there is really nothing wrong with this plan.
Yes, if it were in the past——
"You stupid fellow, you are a member of the church, but you don't even know that saints can perform miracles?"
Heiji sneered.
"The moment you saw us coming together, you should have realized that your past impressions were no longer reliable."
"Besides, even if everything goes according to plan, and the Stomach World Canon is successfully used, and that guy named Xiyeer entangles me and Elquet, what can we do?"
"How are you going to deal with this living saint? With that ridiculous thing hanging in your vestments?"
——Under Narubalek’s robe, one could faintly see a sharp cold light flashing.
Judging from the shape, it is obviously closer to the style of a torture instrument or a murder weapon than a weapon.
This kind of strange weapon, which is not suitable for combat but carries the effects of torture and ritual, may be unexpectedly useful against vampires, but when fighting against saints, it may be worse than an ordinary sword.
"Or did you steal some holy relic that could harm the saint?"
"I did think about doing this, but unfortunately, it's too difficult. The Burial Agency has great authority, but it's also a party that is being watched. After all, a knife that kills people shouldn't have its own will, so I can't get close to the storage place of these highly symbolic props."
Although he was ridiculed by Altluchi, Narubalek didn't mind at all and shook his head calmly.
"Tsk, it's decided. Although I don't want to be your accomplice in women's affairs, this woman really deserves to go to hell."
Seeing that there was no change on the other person's face and the smile was still hypocritical and annoying, Miss Heiji frowned unhappily.
"I'm going to destroy this guy's mind and turn him into a tool whose only thought is your XX. Is that okay?"
"I don't care. I'd rather say good job..."
Roland gave a thumbs up to the increasingly considerate Altluchi and shrugged casually.
"But, with your current strength alone, it would be somewhat difficult for you to fight against an angel, right?"
"What?"
Alteluchi, who was already gritting her teeth and ready to take action, suddenly froze in expression.
As if confirming Roland's words.
The doppelganger summoned by the Stomach Realm Canon, which used the world as a medium of manifestation, had not yet locked onto its target when its twisted big mouth suddenly began to shrink.
What emanated from that radiance was a clean and pure magical power that was completely different in spirit and principle.
This familiar situation made Altluchi's eyes widen.
She could feel that the nature of this fluctuating magic was exactly the same as the cycle of nature.
Just like the torrential rain that falls from the sky when there is enough water vapor, just like the snow that falls when the temperature drops suddenly, just like... the pale destined death when the end comes.
"No way... Why are such lowly humans qualified to summon angels!"
"Maybe it's because this is the orthodox summoning method."
Roland smiled slightly. "In fact, it is unrealistic to call angels to the world based on qualifications and compatibility like I did."
Special heroic spirits like Enkidu or gods may not be summoned due to their own thoughts or lack of environment and preparation.
But this is just extremely difficult. As long as the necessary conditions are met, they can still appear as servants.
Angels like the Pale Knight are different. They cannot be summoned at all and are outside the card pool from the beginning.
In the fsf world line, the Pale Knight once participated in the war as a Servant, but it was written in the original work that in addition to the minor factor that his Master was not only a young child, but also a pure and spotless lamb, the more important thing was that this incident itself was a Christian "miracle".
This is the main reason why the Pale Knight was able to be eliminated.
It came as a messenger of miracles, and the Heroic Spirit Summoning was only an external medium. After the contract disappeared and it withdrew from the Holy Grail War, it still did not disappear, but guarded the Master in another way, which was the best proof of this.
The reason why miracles are miracles is that they cannot be replicated.
Saints are no exception.
Narubalek, who was well aware of her heretical nature, would not ignore this point, so she used the most orthodox summoning method.
This is a common practice in many myths, using temples, sacrifices, and altars as an introduction to allow the higher spirits to complete their descent and help drive away the enemy.
From another perspective, the so-called summoning of heroic spirits is to use the restraining force to integrate these messy summoning techniques and build a universal resource platform, and the Holy Grail War is the summoning terminal.
By artificially adjusting the range and probability of the card pool, as long as there is a suitable spiritual vein to accumulate magic power to form a pseudo-Holy Grail, even a magician with ordinary talent can successfully summon a heroic spirit by copying the same method.
However, the emergence of more convenient methods does not mean that the old methods are eliminated.
Although angels, devices that assist the operation of the world, were excluded from the summoning range from the beginning in order to prevent humans from committing suicide, if an equivalent container of power could be replicated in modern times and the ritual was performed step by step, the summoning could still be successful.
"Using the principles of Wallachian Nights, I created a false Tsukihime personality, and based on the principles of Nero and Roya, I built the foundation. Finally, I used the doppelganger as a container, and replaced the world with the individual."
Roland sighed.
"You and Lord White Wing have both spent a fortune just to get a chance by burning the Principle Blood Rings accumulated by the ancestors of the four Dead Apostles."
"Yes, but if we can sever the bond between vampires and humans, it will be worth it."
Narubalek confirmed this statement and added.
"And, to be more precise, there should be six."
As soon as the words fell.
Xier next to him quickly raised his hand.
Kisshinin Kiara's 'persuasion' seemed to still be taking effect. Although the girl's resentment towards Narubalek did not change at all, she still launched the attack.
But this time, Xiel did not activate the Seventh Holy Code, but instead threw out the standard black keys from the sleeves of his robes.
Amid the sharp sound of breaking through the air, a rain of swords fell from the sky.
Each blade contained a purifying power that was no different from arsenic to the Dead Apostles.
Having said that, in such a high-end game, this level of attack is a bit underwhelming.
Not to mention the two princesses who are no longer the same as they were before, even Elquet, who had just been divided into seventeen pieces, would not be afraid of such an attack.
Miss Baiji didn't even use her imagination to materialize, but waved her hand, letting the wind pressure rush out like a cannonball.
In her impression, this kind of weapon, which is not for fighting but for throwing, would be crushed into pieces if it was used in this way.
At this moment, a dazzling dark purple glow bloomed from Xiel's chest and lower abdomen.
There were no signs.
Suddenly, in the gaps between the black keys, a cycle of three keys in a group formed layers of triangular marks.
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They overlap like a kaleidoscope, with the engravings as the end, allowing dim gray light beams to shoot out, like a birdcage falling from the sky.
With the speed of the light, coupled with the sudden change of tactics in the middle, even Eltluchi and Elquet could not dodge in time, and could only launch the attack at the same time when they were turned upside down.
Logically speaking, with the combined attack of the True Ancestor sisters, there are few techniques in this world that can withstand it.
Even if there is, it must at least be of the level of the authentic Seven-Layered Rings of Seraph, rather than this ordinary barrier formed by black keys.
However, the reality was beyond the two girls' expectations.
boom--!
Amid the piercing roars and smoke, the beam of light that enveloped them still maintained its general shape, despite the appearance of many cracks.
And, even more exaggerated things are yet to come.
Before they could launch another attack, a sudden and magnificent bolt of lightning struck from the top of the light column and spread out wantonly.
The stars are arranged in a way that violates the laws of physics, like a Russian nesting doll.
At first glance, the track-like posture looks like an angel with a wheel as its body.
However, this time, what they carried was not the unpredictable divine will, but the condensed aurora.
It was in no way inferior in scale to Excalibur, but rather than turning the enemy into ashes, the effect of this blade of light tended to suppress entities.
Under the high density brought about by excessive concentration and hugeness, the falling lightning of light was like a guillotine, wantonly shaking the eardrums and nerves of the two princesses.
With the stimulation in their brains and the ground under their feet under pressure, the two girls had to lower the distance between their shoulders and press the ground with their hands to barely maintain their balance, although they looked unwilling.
However, Xier, the instigator, was not in a much better condition. She was half-kneeling on the ground with her hands deeply dug into the soil. Her bones seemed to be unable to bear the weight and crisp breaking sounds could be heard from time to time.
"That is... the Cathedral and the Star of Calvary."
Roland recognized the true identity of these two spells.
In the inherent impression, black keys seem to be the standard configuration of agents, but this is actually a misunderstanding.
Its unsuitability for chopping means that it is destined to be unpopular among the public in actual combat where a single mistake can result in death.
The true value of the Black Key lies in the process of using its scripture as a handle and magic to weave the blade.
As long as the precision and knowledge are sufficient, the user can freely add different special effects from physical to spiritual according to different situations.
Because of this, agents who are good at using black keys are generally elites.
And Xier is the best among them. Her qualifications make even Luo Ya, who has infinite reincarnations as a backup, extremely satisfied.
Especially when it comes to the upper limit of magic power conservation, if the average magician has 20, then hers is 5,000.
Even without immortality, this magic circuit would automatically repair her body.
As long as her brain was not damaged, it would be extremely difficult for Xiel to die. This bug-like method not only made her the only exception to Roja's resurrection after reincarnation, but also allowed her to inherit all the magic knowledge of this crown magician.
Although she only uses it when it increases her combat power due to her resistance to Roja, the tip of the iceberg revealed is enough to make people feel ashamed, such as using a large-scale technique with the Black Key alone that can be effective against the ancestor of the Dead Apostles.
However, it is impossible to suppress the two True Ancestors with just this technique, even for a short period of time.
In other words…
Roland narrowed his eyes, his pupils flickering slightly, as he read the formulas flowing in the light.
"{City is Kingdom}... and {Sword}?"
"That's right!"
Narubalek licked his white teeth, and the kindness on his face had long disappeared.
"Although it can only be used to weave great magic, Xiel does have the power to collect the blood rings of the principles of the ancestors of the defeated Dead Apostles. Now, these six principles will be summoned to pray and become the nourishment of the angels!"
The corners of her mouth curved into a hideous arc.
For a greedy murderer like her, even the moment of successfully inheriting the name of her ancestor and becoming the leader of the Burial Agency could not compare to the joy that was bubbling up in her heart at this moment.
"Did you hear that? This is the prelude to burying the saint and the vampire together!"
In the violently shaking world, Narubalek's joyful shouts seemed to awaken the heartbeat of the world.
The light cocoon in the sky had suddenly sprouted huge wings that were longer than its body. The next moment it was about to break free from the chains inside and outside the world and break out of the shell.
But even at this speed, Narubalek was still somewhat dissatisfied.
She couldn't bear it anymore.
The thought of killing a precious being like a living saint made her feel like an electric current was gushing out of her heart and hitting her brain.
What kind of expression will the other party have when he is in pain of failure?
Is it calmness, relief, or unyielding perseverance?
Narubalek stared straight ahead, using magic to enhance his vision to the extreme, staring at Roland's face expectantly.
However, to her disappointment, although she was temporarily isolated and had to fight the angels alone, Roland's expression and tone did not change at all, and she remained completely calm.
She shuddered subconsciously, feeling as if she was being stared at by something dangerous, with a biting chill running from her tailbone to the bottom of her heart.
"You are still so calm. It seems that you haven't recognized the situation clearly. Do you think that you can stop the angels' attack with your status as a saint? Don't dream. Let alone a saint, even if you are... the Son of God, it's the same. After all, this is an era when the gods have gone far away."
But after all, he was a daring murderer who didn't care about the consequences. Narubalek quickly suppressed his uneasiness and sneered.
"No, I know that very well."
But before she could finish, Roland's mouth curled up into a mocking smile and interrupted her rudely.
"To be honest, it's not surprising that a saint was killed or failed. However, considering the miracles I have shown so far, why do you think a mere angel can defeat me?"
"I see. Considering the miracles you have performed and the title of the reincarnated Son of God that you are secretly called within the church, it is not unreasonable for you to be confident that you can surpass the angels. However... since I have already decided to attack you, how could I not have considered this!"
Narubalek opened his arms and looked up at the sky.
The blazing light has condensed together, and the outer cocoon of light has become round, like a bright moon hanging high in the sky, with ripples pulsating like water flowing inside.
"Your existence itself is also a part of this ritual!"
The obvious features of the moon and water, as well as the six wings that symbolize an archangel, allowed Roland to recognize the identity of this angel even though it had not yet taken shape.
"See? If you are truly the Son of God, you cannot fail to recognize the Archangel Gabriel who announced your birth, conception, and resurrection!"
Narubalek smiled. "Except for me as the summoner, it will only follow the procedures - clearing everything indiscriminately."
"How is it? Did you expect this situation?"
"…Indeed, no, but it doesn't matter."
Roland raised his eyebrows and shook his head with amusement.
"It's better to say... this is better."
"Um?"
Narubalek's pupils shrank.
Seeing the strange smile on Roland's face and that playful expression, for some reason, she felt goose bumps all over her body.
But before she could sort out her thoughts, the huge drumbeat sounded again.
Faced with such a sudden change, she had no time to dwell on this ominous premonition and immediately shifted her gaze to the sky.
Then--
Looking at Gabriel emerging from the light cocoon in the form of a petite blonde girl, completely different from what he had imagined, Narubalek was completely frozen in place.
"Gabriel, long time no see."
Accompanied by such a pleasant call.
She only felt that everything in her vision seemed to be fading.
In those fierce and crazy pupils, only this scene was reflected in the end.
Roland wore a helpless smile and helplessly touched the wings and hair of the blonde girl in his arms.
And... the archangel who completely ignored her summoner's orders and rushed into Roland's arms impatiently, rubbing against him like an obedient puppy. (End of this chapter)
