Brain bloom

Suddenly, it reacted extremely violently.

Mori noticed its message, and at the same time, she felt as if she had been licked all over her body, yet she was powerless to resist. Half a second later, she slowly came to her senses and realized that she had also been observed in reverse.

Its deformed face, though devoid of eyes, still observed Mori.

"The god who created this thing must be a monster with a twisted sense of aesthetics!"

No sooner had she finished complaining than a powerful force was unleashed by the messenger of God, hurtling directly toward Sen Shi.

It was a beam of light, so dazzling that it made the Demon Realm as bright as if it were bathed in sunlight, but it vanished in an instant.

After it extinguished, the world remained in chaos as always, but most of the meeting platform had been evaporated. A huge commotion broke out in the market, but fortunately, some ancient demons who had heard the news rushed over and cleared the battlefield with intimidation.

Mori barely dodged it, but luckily Melia pulled her away...

"Dad, this thing actually hit you... How about we team up to fight it?"

"it is good."

"I wonder where your follower went... That guy is strong, I wish he were here..."

Melia's expression was grim, because the power of the attack she had just witnessed allowed her to gauge the enemy's strength. If only she had more help, she could fight without restraint.

At this moment, the ancient demon king, who had also flapped his wings to dodge the attack, heard Melia's mutterings and suddenly turned his head toward the conference table.

"Are you talking about that human?"

"...Huh, it really is."

In an instant, Mori and Melia were startled to find that B was still there. She remained in the same position as before the meeting began, holding her sword and lost in thought, seemingly uninterested in anything in the world…

They all subconsciously ignored the woman; she was as still as a statue.

"...What have I done as a believer? Am I dead?"

"...She probably found the meeting boring, so her soul left her body and deliberately drifted off to play somewhere else. Perfect timing, we need her power now."

Melia immediately realized the situation and ran to her side, yelling in her ear.

"It's morning!"

"Huh?" B opened her eyes, a little groggy. "...Is the meeting over? If not, I'll sleep a little longer."

"Your god has encountered an enemy, aren't you going to help him?"

"enemy?"

Just as Melia was about to give a proper explanation, the messenger of the gods came running up on its own. It flapped its wings, its body seemingly much lighter than it appeared, and went directly to the conference platform, which had been mostly destroyed.

Upon getting closer, Sen Shi could see clearly that it was holding a giant sword in one hand and a scepter in the other.

"The enemy?" B asked.

“The enemy.” Mori nodded.

B regained consciousness, his eyes shining brightly.

She preferred fighting to the usual boring meetings. Waking up to serve the coffin bearers was a wonderful thing.

The messenger of the gods approached step by step, his greatsword gleaming with a murderous light, his scepter brimming with flames capable of crushing everything. That oppressive aura excited B; this was a formidable foe. How long had it been since he'd encountered one? He was sure to have a good fight.

But... this enemy looks kind of familiar?

"Wait! Isn't this God's messenger? Uh... a synonym for divine power, the one who carries out divine punishment... and a high-ranking figure in our country's religious scriptures... God's messenger has fallen out with God? What... is going on?"

Volume 1, Chapter 212: The Wrath of God

"You recognize this too?" Mori asked B, somewhat hesitantly.

“Hmm… I recognize it. In our religious system, in the mythological picture book compiled by the first pope, there is a high-ranking being that looks exactly like it.”

Upon hearing this answer, Mori momentarily forgot the trouble he was currently facing and really wanted to take out the holy skull from his bag and ask about it.

B, in a humble and cautious tone, continued to raise his questions.

“It’s real, that’s not surprising at all. But why is it holding the blade up, pointing it at you…”

"This is a complicated issue—all I can say is that the first pope was quite adept at making things up, even including this kind of thing in his writing."

Her questions were equally profound. If, as the ancient demon king had described, the enemy before her was a creation of God from ancient times, then it meant that the first pope had not simply fabricated this religious system based on fantasy.

Did he witness it firsthand? That's intriguing.

She wasn't the only one with this question.

The ancient demon king casually remarked, "Coffin bearer, your religious system is truly interesting, with a profound sense of history. There aren't many left who know about it but are still alive."

"……Well."

During the conversation, Melia, who was completely focused on the battle, had already raised her giant axe and assumed the most cautious stance, but the messenger of the gods did not attack for a long time.

She wasn't a quiet person, and being so tense wasn't comfortable for her, so she couldn't help but join the conversation.

"Why did this guy just stand there after jumping up? Is he giving us time to chat? He can't be that kind, can he?"

"I think it's staying still because it overheard our conversation and is debating whether to kill me or worship me."

"Really? I think it's afraid of me."

Melia wasn't joking, because her fighting strength was quite abundant at the moment.

Not to mention the ancient demon kings and powerful figures from the demon realm who require a price to be paid to be summoned, she and B alone should be able to easily hold off this guy.

She has that confidence.

After all, she had witnessed the pinnacle of the world since childhood, and she believed that she possessed a perspective that no one else could match.

"Is there anything about you... that you dislike?"

The ancient demon king suddenly spoke, his tone unusually urgent.

"If you have it, make a deal with me right now. I'll send you there for free, no matter where you are, and this guy will come along too."

"……What's the meaning?"

"You guys seem to be having a great time chatting. Don't you know? It's preparing to unleash divine wrath, which will evaporate an area the size of a city. So... why don't you go fight somewhere else?"

"Damn it, they're casting their ultimate move." Mori cursed under his breath, his heart pounding with anxiety once again.

The "angels" before me, so still as statues, are more terrifying than any demon when they get going. At least those guys would exchange a few words, go through the motions, instead of secretly preparing an attack.

But she remained relatively calm and knew that the most important thing right now was to interrupt the other person.

The Debt-Collecting Bow… no, it's useless; this guy definitely has no money. In other words, her powerful Explosive Arrows are also pointless. Apart from that… the only other offensive weapon she has left is her high-level magic.

It's probably not very useful.

In that fleeting second, Mori realized his powerlessness and quickly shouted, "...Everyone, do your best!"

"Don't worry, watch me."

"Oh, oh, oh, the encouragement of the true God!"

Melia and B have each completed their respective offensive preparations.

B made the first move; her sword didn't require much preparation.

B only needs to overcome this inner hurdle; the will of the true God is the guiding light she should follow.

Even if the enemy they face is a creation of high status in mythology.

She drew her sword—

It was a marvelous sword, with a long hilt and exquisite and intricate craftsmanship and materials used in its fittings.

But the blade is short and simple. Only the silvery-white sheen expresses its sharpness.

Gradually—the light gathered on the sword's edge; it was pure holy power, vast in scale.

The ancient demon king, accustomed to darkness, slowly closed his eyes, foreseeing what was about to happen.

In an instant, the sheer scale of the gathered light shattered the darkness. But the next moment, it was unleashed, bursting forth like a tsunami brought by a typhoon, bombarding without mercy.

Mori had long since given up trying to understand all this using knowledge from the gaming era, but seeing this attack, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. It was like unleashing the sun, bringing warmth to the soul.

If this were the era of gaming she was familiar with, this skill would definitely be highly sought after...

"Shouldn't they have been eliminated by now?" Mori asked.

"do not know."

The afterglow of the attack slowly faded, and the dazzling waves of fury dispersed with the wind. But the traces left by the attack were terrifying, even blasting a huge crack in the market of the Demon Realm.

B gazed at the spoils of war, and it should have been a perfect opportunity for her to raise her sword and recite a few lines, but she slowly began to waver.

For the messenger of God was unharmed.

It remains exactly as it was before the attack, as if only a gentle breeze had swept by. Moreover, it continues to peacefully gather its strength, preparing to lead everyone on their journey.

Only the six wings on its back fluttered from time to time, as if the power was drawn from the wings.

"Uh, it didn't work..."

"You...did you do your best just now?" Melia quickly questioned.

"I tried my best! But the messenger of God is indeed part of the same system as me, and is completely immune to my holy power."

She felt somewhat guilty and lowered her head, retreating behind Mori, as if to say, "I, this believer, am of no use, I can only rely on you." Unfortunately, even the true God is unreliable.

"Weak!" Melia cursed excitedly, then said, "Just cover your ears and watch how I deal with this thing!"

"ear?"

"A confined, condensed place," she uttered the name of her self-created spatial magic.

An invisible force emanated from around the messenger of God, compressing and imprisoning him in a separate space.

If it were a weak being, it would be crushed to death here. But the messenger of the gods remained unmoved, and the preparations for divine wrath were not affected; on the contrary, they progressed smoothly. Its entire body radiated a special brilliance, which was indistinguishable to the human eye.

I cannot understand what color the light is, but it exists, and it is dazzling.

"So hard..." Melia muttered, no longer intending to hold back.

"This is not good. Seriously, who among you wants to make a deal with me?" The ancient demon king also felt a sense of unease, worried that his world would be damaged.

"Free?"