Metatron is not a paladin, and does not have any Holy Avengers to use. This disadvantage will not change even if the two of them belittle him one by one.

"...I think I could give it a try." Alestria gazed at the endless stream of blue and crimson light in the sky, her eyes filled with worry. "If we use our Lord's divine power, we should be able to offer support to that chaotic battlefield."

"Yes, you can. But as I said, it's not necessary," Yin said calmly. "In fact, while the Holy Avenger appears to be invincible in the hands of a paladin and is the most powerful holy sword in the world, that's true. However, because it's a paladin's sword, the paladin's style of operation actually obscures some, strictly speaking, fatal problems—that Fallen Angel over there, whose mind is preoccupied with battle, doesn't seem to realize this yet."

"What do you mean?"

A mysterious smile appeared on Yin's face: "The rules of the Paladin are strict, so the Paladin can only take action against villains with solid evidence. The Holy Avenger brings powerful killing power to the villains.

"However, evil magical items, evil targets, evil spells, hostile spells... these four items are certainly within the Holy Avenger's sphere of influence, and they often exist simultaneously. But in the final analysis, there's actually no rigid connection between them.

"So, if you don't choose your enemies as precisely as a Paladin, the Holy Avenger's suppression actually has a big flaw... and the reverse is also true."

Emilia's eyes narrowed slightly.

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With a loud and shrill bang, Giles's airship finally came to an end.

Looking at Giles' body slowly falling to the ground, Metatron hesitated for a moment, but still chose to take the risk.

— and fraud.

Among the countless teleportations, Zariel noticed Metatron's only distraction and understood: "—Ha! I did kill a group of great mages, but this level of loss can actually move you?

"They might die on this bloody battlefield. If you really don't want them to die, you shouldn't have let them fight in the first place!"

This conflict between ideas and emotions has been going on for a while.

The two men's positions shifted left and right, and this kind of battle, which used the teleportation ability to the extreme, decided the victory or defeat in an instant. It was also because of this that before one side made a mistake, both sides were on edge but could not achieve anything.

The struggles among the Seraphim God's servants had always been like this. Therefore, they rarely argued with each other, because even without fighting, they knew the outcome would be either mutual destruction or a draw.

If a winner is really determined, it must be due to off-field factors.

For example, now.

Metatron retorted, "—Why did you bring that Malar cultist all the way here from his lair? Did you see that Giles' body was about to be torn apart along with that Malar Bishop named Tirhe?"

The Feather Fall spell, necessary for high-altitude landings, was not a priest's divine spell. It would be difficult for the bishop to leave this place safely.

Of course, a bishop should have used the Mantra of Return at this time. But for some reason, that Tirhe still lingered here.

Zariel said nonchalantly, "I brought him here because I didn't want the Malars to retreat while I was fighting you, leaving me to cover their rear. I didn't expect them to be so useless, though, and to be defeated before I even arrived."

At this moment, the pale blue hull had begun to turn red, and Tirhe's expression had already gone from helpless to livid.

But he still didn't leave.

At this moment, Yin smiled and passed the message to Metatron's mind: [Meta, Bayer is furiously contacting Zariel. I will forward this message to you.]

And Bayer was indeed almost going crazy.

[——Zariel! It’s your business if you want to go to the Sharptooth Forest! Why did you take Tirhe away?!]

"I'm here to support Sharptooth Forest, so someone has to act as a guarantor." Zariel teleported to a slightly farther distance this time and began to argue with his deputy.

"Forget it! I don't want to talk to you about this!" Bayer roared. "I don't want to know why you destroyed his sanctuary either! I can only tell you that I'm under tremendous pressure right now. Several bishops of the Fury Pantheon rose up in the middle of the night to protest to me! Please send Tirhe back immediately."

"That's going to be difficult," Zariel said. "You were the one who urged me to come to the Sharptooth Forest to lure Metatron. Your plan has worked for me. I don't have time to care about him now. He'll just have to leave it to fate. I'll give you a thank you when I get back!"

「What?! Hey! You can’t──」

Then, Zariel rejected the text message from Bile.

However, the severity of the incident was obviously beyond her expectations, and she immediately received a personal notification from the top leader.

"Zariel, I must say, you've done a great job," said the All-Knowing One. "Cormyr is in turmoil—all the Malar followers still in Cormyr are furious. This is bizarre. From what I've heard, Tirhe shouldn't hold such a high position within the church. He must hold a great secret of the Malar Church. You must bring him back to us, safe and sound, no matter what."

[Must?!] Zariel couldn't help but ask after suddenly hearing this bad news and realizing that the duel had to be interrupted.

[Regrettably, it's necessary.] The all-knowing One left no room for negotiation. [Even if you die there, you must send Tirhe back before you die.]

[…I’m curious. Can I ask him why it’s so important?]

I don't know the reason, but I know the impact his disappearance has had. The entire Malar Church, so disorganized, was thrown into a rage over the accidental loss of contact with a bishop... He must be involved in the Malar Church's core secrets.

Bring him back within an hour.

Now, Zariel couldn't laugh anymore.

Twenty-three Sea of ​​Positive Energy

To be fair, the Demon King wasn't exactly an overly patronizing leader. From Zariel's observation, his favorite thing was to just casually say a few words and cause chaos.

In other words, he was an excellent politician.

It is extremely rare to give orders of this level directly to subordinates on the front line like now.

At least this has never happened in the two hundred years since Zariel fell into the demonic realm.

Now, even Zariel, who had originally only wanted to fight, became curious. How could the seemingly unremarkable Tirhe possess such immense power? His strength was clearly not exceptional within the Malar Church, but merely decent. In the eyes of a powerhouse of Zariel's caliber, it was insignificant.

Outrageous.

However, a leader who rarely gave orders finally took it seriously, and even Zariel couldn't ignore it.

...The problem is that she also wants to decide the winner with Metatron quickly. The reason why she has been entangled here for more than ten minutes is because she can't do it.

Metatron hadn't drawn her sword, insisting on fighting Zariel with her longbow. The scars on both of them were now so few that they were almost negligible.

Zariel frowned and looked at the dark earth which was becoming increasingly quiet.

She guessed that there were probably thousands of eyes watching her duel with Metatron.

These people are her future enemies, she can't show weakness at this time.

Best of all, win beautifully.

Zariel raised his voice at this thought.

Instantly, the fallen Seraphim's furious cries resounded like countless gongs, waking the entire green field. "Are Mystril's servants all about hiding?! Seraphim servants are supposed to be of similar strength, so why are you the only one so timid? Is it because Mystril is too foolish and weak, and as a result, her servants are just as insignificant?"

It’s a very simple way to provoke someone: insult their master.

But it is good enough for all Seraphim servants.

Metatron, who was still dodging, suddenly stopped moving like Zariel, with murderous intent clearly in his eyes.

Zariel was not surprised by this result.

——This is how Zariel fell into hell.

And this seems to work just as well for Metatron.

Good and evil, life and death, and the master are the taboos of all the servants of the Seraph God, and no one is allowed to mess with them at will.

At the same time, another reason why this kind of provocation is often effective is that they are also confident enough.

The dazzling battle finally came to an end.

Metatron's face was so cold that it was almost frosted. He drew his bow and arrow, and finally said, "So, you question my qualifications as a follower of Mystrel...?!"

"True," Zariel sneered. "The sword my Lord gave me is right here, yet you lack the courage to test it with your arcane magic?"

"Then I have to ask you something in return," Metatron said coldly, "Do you dare to use the scrap metal in your hand to block one of my spells? Or is the power bestowed by the Devil God just as insignificant?"

"Why not?" Zariel said. "This is the only blow that will determine the outcome."

After obtaining this sword, All-Knowing One conducted a special test on it.

In Zariel's hands, its power was enough to make other devil dukes and seraph servants sigh in fear. Even the tyrannical wish spell was powerless against this sword.

Blocking Metatron's so-called magic is naturally not a problem.

"Okay then." Metatron snorted coldly and shook the bow in his hand.

She floated in the air with the wind, then spread her wings fully.

Although Zariel was confused, she at least managed to slow down the pace of the battle. She quickly glanced at Tirhe.

At this moment, the Mala priest had conjured up animal claws with wing membranes for himself, floating slowly in the air, avoiding the fate of crashing to the ground with the airship.

At this moment, Tirhe also realized how dire the situation he was in. Around him, other airships began to slowly patrol with ill intentions.

Now, the only one who can take him away from here is the culprit who brought him here.

"Lord Zariel!" Tirhe couldn't help but say, "I demand that you fulfill your obligations as an ally!"

Zariel said coldly: "When I win this bet, I will take you away."

"I've only heard that the devil attaches great importance to contracts, but I've never heard that the devil attaches so much importance to every promise!" Tierhe wanted to argue again, but the murderous look in Zariel's eyes made him shut up.

Zariel withdrew his gaze, but felt even more confused.

——This Tirhe is really weird.

The day before yesterday, he was actually a very qualified messenger.

Therein lies the problem. Those who join the Malar Church are generally lovers of hunting or even sadism. It is hard to imagine that they would peacefully serve as an envoy in the parliament.

Other churches have similar problems, but their members are often passed down from generation to generation, and many people join the church simply because their entire family is a member of the church. Under this custom, the personnel styles are actually quite diverse.

An organization like the Malar Church, which is homeless and hard-working, should not be able to allow someone like Tirhe to grow into the position of bishop.

too weird.

She shook her head and held the heretic traitor in front of her.

Let others worry about the secret behind this, she doesn't care.

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Zariel was given a death order, and Bayer also had to start working overtime for unknown reasons.

All the think tanks, whether on shift or not, welcomed the information sent by their colleagues.

That was a veritable mountain of books.

Bayer frowned and said to the demon who was carrying the documents: "...What a strong musty smell! How many years ago are these documents?"

The demon replied, "We were ordered by the Lord to bring it from the warehouse of Grand Duke Mephistopheles... It should be a record before the time of Nether."

"What the hell is this Mala Church? Why does it have such a long history?" Bayer was furious. "They were clearly just a group of hunters! They were hunting tens of thousands of years ago, thousands of years ago, and they're still hunting now. They won't still be hunting thousands of years from now!"

One of his men said seriously, "Thousands of years ago, they could hunt the Elven God-King Corellon. Now they're powerless in a forest. From now on, they'll probably just be swatting mosquitoes in city parks."

The devil was rarely mobilized for this matter.

For millennia, demons have roamed the material plane, amassing vast quantities of records and knowledge. Now, Bile has acquired these piles of discarded papers from the Baatezu's closet, aiming to uncover what the Church of Malar is hiding from them.

Every church has its secrets, which shouldn't be a problem. But the fact that the fall of a single bishop could cause the entire church to mobilize is quite unusual.

Your priests remained indifferent to the thousands of casualties outside the Sharptooth Forest. What qualifications do you have for Tirhe?

"..." Bayer let out a long sigh. "Damn it! They've really been attacking the Sharptooth Forest for thousands of years? And they've been doing this for thousands of years?"

Over thousands of years, the entire forest floor could have been turned over several times, yet the Malars persisted.

But it is not a holy place for Malars either.

So mysterious.

Bayer hesitated for a moment before making a decision. "...First, let's look for the activities of the Seldarine pantheon and compare them with the Church of Malar."

There was a sworn feud between Malar and the elven gods of the Seldarine. If there was a secret, Bayer thought, it was most likely related to the elven gods.

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On the other side, the bet between Metatron and Zariel also began.

Zariel was originally very confident, but now he is a little shaken.

Because she noticed that Metatron on the other side seemed to be preparing seriously. And her friends and family didn't seem to be planning any tricks.

This strange confidence made her heart beat fast.

There has indeed not been a single weakling among the magic goddesses of all generations, so her previous provocative words were certainly not serious.

But the power of the Seraph God Servant really has no room for growth.

They are at the top of mortals since birth, but they cannot grow any further until death.

Experience and knowledge may become richer, but these are not enough to bring about any qualitative or even quantitative change.

Zariel is also thousands of years old, and she has a clear understanding of the changes in herself.

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