Multiverse's Holy Right

"I am Athena, daughter of Zeus. O Campione who covets the maiden goddess—taste despair and agony, and repent in the wastelands of the underworld..."

Roy swallowed not only the intoxicatingly rich aroma but also the icy taste of death.

Athena gently released her slender fingers, her bewitching lips parting from Roy's mouth. With a hint of regret, she watched as the light in Roy's eyes faded, his body stiffly plummeting toward the ground.

Though a Campione possessed formidable resistance to magic, when a curse was directly introduced into their body, even they would lose their powerful magic resistance. Ordinary spells could affect a Campione under such circumstances, let alone a goddess's curse.

The concept of death invaded Roy's body, making him feel as though he had plunged into the depths of the Arctic Ocean. From flesh to soul, he was frozen, his very thoughts gradually dissipating as if he were glimpsing the underworld of human imagination.

Just as Roy's consciousness was about to be swallowed by darkness, his rigid mind finally activated the fifth authority of his Holy Right—Isaac's Redemption!

This was a divine authority capable of expelling all curses.

Thud—

His left elbow sank into the snow, propping up his body. Roy's previously unfocused pupils regained their clarity. Nearly lying on the ground, he gazed up at the breathtaking goddess looking down at him and sighed, "...Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. A gentle kiss conceals the path to death—no wonder you're one of Greece's famed virgin goddesses, Athena. With such ruthlessness and cruelty, what man or god would dare get close to you?"

Seeing Roy survive her death curse, Athena was not alarmed but delighted. Her sacred and elegant face broke into a pleased smile, her eyes sharp and resolute as she declared in a lofty tone, "...This is the fated rival I acknowledge. It would be far too dull if you died so easily."

She raised her slender, jade-like hand, and within it appeared a pitch-black scythe—the embodiment of death among Athena's trinity of goddess aspects.

As the scythe swung toward his head, Roy's expression changed. Surging magical energy erupted from him, causing a thunderous explosion atop the Alps. Under the terrifying shockwave, snow burst into the sky, the mountaintop rocks cracked inch by inch, and even the clouds in the dark night sky were swept away.

Roy clenched his left fist, the faint outlines of five rings visible at the base of his fingers. This was the phenomenon that appeared after the Hand of Jacob evolved, fused with Solomon's spiritual foundation. Whenever Roy invoked this authority, the rings of Solomon manifested on his fingers.

However, these rings were not physical objects but mere manifestations of his authority. They represented not Solomon's wisdom but King Solomon's martial prowess!

Roy's left fist shot forward with a thunderous roar, aiming straight for Athena's stunningly beautiful face. A direct hit would turn even the most peerless goddess into a mangled mess.

Seeing Roy's underhanded tactic, the goddess's face darkened with anger. She swiftly redirected her scythe—originally aimed at Roy's neck—to block his fist. Their divine and magical energies collided violently, the resulting explosion reducing the entire mountaintop to dust.

The force of the rebuttal sent both Roy and Athena flying through the air with muffled grunts, each landing atop different snow-capped peaks. Athena, having barely steadied herself, swiftly raised her head—her amber pupils now fully transformed into serpentine slits, the unmistakable sign of the Petrifying Eyes of Medusa!

Not to be outdone, Roy narrowed his own dual-pupiled gaze and met her stare head-on, countering the Petrifying Eyes with his Eyes of Sodom. The collision of these two supreme mystic eyes twisted the air and tore through the snow at the point where their gazes intersected. Any living being caught between their line of sight would undoubtedly be shredded instantly, reduced to shattered stone and salt.

"I sing, I sing the hymn of the Triple Goddess, who connects sky, earth, and darkness—the cycle and the wisdom!"

"I sing, I sing the song of the scorned goddess, a queen yet branded as the forbidden serpent—the lament of the queen!"

"I sing, I sing the verse of the shattered goddess, imprisoned by her exalted father—the humiliation of the mother!"

"My name is Athena, daughter of Zeus, guardian of Athens, the eternal maiden!"

"Once, I was the Earth Mother who nurtured all things; once, I was the ruler of the dark underworld; once, I was the Queen of Wisdom who grasped the heavens' knowledge—I stand here now!"

Her words were like an incantation, a hymn, a prayer, a eulogy. As the goddess Athena softly chanted, her divine power surged to its peak.

The essence of earth, death, wisdom, and war filled Athena's being, unleashing a terrifying pressure that shook heaven and earth. Even Roy's body stiffened under the weight of her divine domain.

"Truly the most renowned goddess in the world, a Heretic God who has lived for millennia and personally slain Campiones!"

This was a true formidable foe—one that any Campione would need to exert their utmost to defeat.

"Roy Crowley, I vowed to kill you today, and I shall not break my word!"

Rumble————————

The mountain beneath them suddenly quaked as if struck by a magnitude-twelve earthquake. Snow cascaded into an avalanche, burying this stretch of the Alps. Animals shrieked in terror as they fled, while exposed rocks shattered beneath the snow. With an ear-piercing hiss, a serpent hundreds of meters long burst forth from within the mountain, reducing the entire peak to rubble.

Athena stood atop the serpent's head, a black scythe in her right hand, as though her body had merged with the beast—transforming into a monstrous figure with a human head and serpentine body.

"So this is the demonic creature Gorgon!"

Roy murmured at the sight of the breathtakingly beautiful yet sinister snake-woman.

"Strike, my fangs, my teeth! Tear apart my sworn enemy, devour him, and let him nourish the earth!"

At Athena's command, the colossal serpent let out a draconic roar, baring its massive jaws and fangs as it lunged at Roy, sending shards of rock flying in its wake.

"Angels, sound the trumpet of the apocalypse!"

Roy chanted the incantation loudly, activating Sound the Seven Trumpets. Beneath the pitch-black night sky, a holy light suddenly burst forth. The phantom forms of seven angels appeared at the seven corners of heaven and earth, sounding the trumpets of the apocalypse for mankind. The gates of heaven swung open, and hundreds of angels formed from sacred light poured out in orderly ranks, assembling into a military formation.

"Let me show you my new understanding of the Holy Right after fusing with Solomon's spiritual foundation!"

Roy bared a murderous grin. His Holy Right was divided into seven abilities, each with numerous restrictions due to their overwhelming power. But after merging with the spiritual foundation, these seven abilities had begun to show signs of differentiation—meaning the Holy Right would evolve from seven abilities into seven authorities. Once completed, Roy's Holy Right would have no limitations. As long as he had sufficient magical energy, he could wield it freely.

"The shields forming the fortress shall bear the names of angels: the first is Michael, the second Gabriel, the third Sariel, the fourth Raphael. The Lord of Hosts is the King of Glory, our God is the Lord of Hosts!"

Instead of charging, the hundreds of angels began to converge at Roy's command. A radiant glow emerged within the darkness, scattering the miasma of the underworld and the black shroud of night. Then, a colossal angel over a hundred meters tall, with wings of blazing light and a cross-shaped halo floating above its head, enveloped Roy—as if it were an incarnation of Michael himself!

Roy extended his right hand, and a crimson sword of judgment materialized in his grip. The hundred-meter-tall angelic avatar likewise manifested a massive sword capable of cleaving mountains—a flaming blade hundreds of meters long—which it swung mercilessly at the Monster of Gorgon.

The scene mirrored the depictions in church murals: Michael locked in battle with the ancient dragon!

"Today, I shall slay the serpent here!"

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