An ordinary profession creates the world's strongest

There, Balf, the werewolf leader of the Guerrilla Fighter Regiment, was speaking seriously to Xiu Xiu, a former fighter of the Lassen branch and also a half-werewolf.

It is said that when Xiu Xiu became a vanguard of the church, he was repelled by the troops led by Balf.

Since Marshall was also there, Hugh's attitude didn't seem to be obviously rejecting.

She had just spoken directly with Lutilis, and her attitude seemed to have softened somewhat. However, a long-standing grudge wouldn't be instantly resolved by a few words.

"Even so, this scene is still as magical as a miracle."

"I agree with the Demon King. If I were still a Knight Templar, I would never have the chance to witness such a scene."

The Demon King and the Hero said this separately, facing each other with gentle smiles.

Here, no one rejects the existence of others. Although there is still distance between them, everyone seems to be striving to understand each other, as if groping in the darkness, trying to find a way forward.

Oscar and the others also agreed with what the two said and laughed along.

"Alright, now that all the teams have assembled successfully, it's time for our leader to say a few words."

To change the atmosphere, Sarus clapped his hands and said this.

Meanwhile, Oscar senses a prickly gaze, a pressure that urges him to find Meredith. Meredith, teased by the pirates and fiercely questioned by Resichina, looks ready to cry. Oscar must rescue her.

Meredith had been looking at Oscar for help since a while ago.

Although Oscar looked confused, he still took a step forward to respond to Miledy's expectations.

Then──

Meredith stood on the podium made of stacked wooden boxes.

Then, the noisy cabin suddenly became quiet.

The combined strength of the Demon King's Army and the Republic's Army alone was five thousand. Of course, not all of them were on board; many were elsewhere, watching the scene through Skynet's link.

Miledi was aware of everyone's gaze, closed her eyes for a moment, coughed dryly, and took a deep breath.

"First of all, I would like to express my deepest gratitude to everyone who has come here. Thank you."

Meredith's calm voice echoed. She opened her eyes, revealing those sky-blue eyes.

"Before we get into the main topic, let me confirm something. Does anyone have any questions or objections regarding this battle plan?"

Meredith knew that the Demon King's army had made a last-minute decision to join, so she raised this question.

Ra'l glanced back at his men and nodded. He looked back at Meredi and shrugged.

"Grandpa Saroo, has the emissary delivered the message to the leaders of various countries?"

Sarus gave her a thumbs-up.

"Oh, there's nothing wrong with the artifact, right?"

Oscar pushed up his glasses and nodded firmly.

Meredith had already confirmed these things. He reconfirmed them in front of everyone to dispel his anxieties and boost his confidence. Meredith nodded in satisfaction, then, after a pause, solemnly announced:

"In three days, we will challenge the battle that will determine the future."

Her expression and eyes, which were between coldness and enthusiasm, deeply attracted everyone's attention.

"The enemy is extremely powerful and has made every possible preparation to await our arrival. There is absolutely no chance that anyone present will return alive."

Meredith's voice trembled slightly, as if she was gritting her teeth to endure. Her eyes, the exact same color as the sky, seemed to be trying hard to imprint the scene before her in her mind.

"This is probably similar to the church's spirit of martyrdom. But even so, we cannot retreat."

At that moment, as if an invisible force spread throughout the entire venue, Meredith's resolute and awe-inspiring posture made everyone gasp.

"We must fight. We must put an end to God's games and change this world that has been manipulated!"

Her words began to become powerful, shaking everyone's heart.

"We are not pawns in God's hands! The reason for our existence, the meaning of our struggles until now, are all for what we believe in! Definitely not to be God's entertainment!"

"That's right!" "That's it!" Such low responses came one after another.

"We have to decide for ourselves! What's important! What we believe in! What's to be hated, what's unforgivable, everything! We have to decide with our own hearts and minds!"

Something so natural has now been taken away by God. So we must stand up and fight. Because—

"Because we are 'human'! 'Human' with heart and will! No amount of arrogance or unreasonableness can crush our resolve! Our will to resist will never be defeated!"

As if a firewood had been ignited deep in her heart, she became more and more excited as she spoke, and naturally clenched her fists.

"We must liberate the world from the bondage of God! So that we can speak for ourselves what truly matters!"

Meredith clenched her fist and raised it high. After a brief silence—

"Of free will!"

That was the wish of a certain witch in the past.

Now, this wish is about to spread to the whole world along with countless roars.

Prequel 06 Chapter 1 Total War

This day marks the public execution of the heretical organization "Liberators".

To the common people, the significance of this event was nothing more than the execution of war criminals from the war with the Republic, allowing them to atone for their sins with their lives and to confirm the complete victory and "absoluteness" of the Kingdom of God.

For the Knights Templar, the public execution was a decoy, a chance to wipe out their enemies and redeem themselves from shame.

No matter what, everyone was convinced. Everyone firmly believed that this day would mark the beginning of a new and glorious chapter in the history of the Church.

I firmly believe that the majesty of the Holy Light Church and the Kingdom of God will dispel the chaos caused by heretics and illuminate the entire underworld.

but……

The threat from heretics appeared in an unexpected form.

It was a massive black ship, nearly obscuring the entire sky. Its bizarre shape made everyone who witnessed it think it was a whale-like monster.

Then, like the legendary roar of an ancient dragon, a powerful beam of light that threatened to pierce the sky annihilated one of the church's most majestic representatives.

——The Divine Capital, the Great Barrier.

That is the protection of the Creator God, making the City of God an impregnable stronghold, one of the symbols of "absolute" that has never been breached in history.

The shattered barrier turned into glittering debris that drifted through the air. Everyone stared blankly upward, as if lost in thought. Then, a drop of water fell from the massive, bizarrely shaped black warship.

No, it was a figure. Someone jumped off the bow of the ship. It was a young girl.

The afterimage of the light beam had not yet disappeared, and a star in the sky that was shining brightly attracted everyone's gaze and attention.

Then, a resolute voice shook the entire audience like a shock wave.

"We are the 'Liberators'! We are the rebels against God's will!"

The girl did not fly with the headwind, nor did she use a magic barrier to create a foothold in the air, but instead floated lightly in the air.

"Our goal is to put an end to the evil god's game!"

The planet's gravity, the shackles that bind all things, held her powerless. Her white battle dress and feathered robe swayed in the wind, and she floated in mid-air, emitting a striking, azure phosphorescence.

"Milledy Lessen, the leader of the Liberator, hereby announces!"

Now, she looked like a divinity that was detached from the world, like an existence that surpassed everything. Even the devout people and bishops felt that she was "beautiful".

However, the words that the girl said next were like a battering ram, instantly shattering their confusion.

"Esid! We are going to take this world back from you!"

Not only did he call the god's name directly, he also stared at the top of the distant sacred peak where the god was, and even pointed with his finger. This was simply disrespectful to the extreme.

What came out of his mouth was a declaration of war that was fearless and unwavering.

Everyone present suddenly got goosebumps all over their bodies, and a feeling like fear surged in their hearts.

Because the reality before them was beyond their comprehension. In their minds, heretics were supposed to be weak and powerless, waiting to be crushed before the Absolute.

The reason why "absolute" is "absolute" is because it will never waver.

However, the girl's majestic demeanor and the declaration that expressed a steely resolve caused the devout people of the church to involuntarily consider the possibility that the church's myth might be shattered.

"How ridiculous! God is absolute!"

At this moment, a voice resounded throughout the venue, its tone as violent as boiling magma.

The voice came from the summit of the northern tower, one of the twelve surrounding the execution platform. It was the chief archbishop, Chimey Yesu Shimtiye. His eyes, usually narrowed, were now wide open, revealing an incomparably cold glare. The corners of his mouth twisted slightly in anger, and an unfathomable sense of oppression emanated from his entire being.

As the chief executioner, he raised the Second Holy Staff and tapped the ground at his feet. Then, the faces of the thirty-three bishops on the remaining eleven towers also showed anger, anger at an intolerable existence. They also followed suit and raised the Second Holy Staff.

A dazzling halo appeared again above the twelve iron towers surrounding the execution platform.

The destructive light that replaced the guillotine spun at high speed, simultaneously growing larger and larger, like a giant angel's halo. Then, it suddenly transformed into a circular wall of light.

──The light attribute composite highest level magic, Divine Power: Wheel of Disaster.

This magic first encircles the target, then strikes with divine might from all sides. Its high-speed rotation also creates a slashing effect. Under this supreme destructive light, no being has yet escaped annihilation.

In addition, the twelve iron towers can endlessly absorb magical power from the earth, and the abilities of all bishops are greatly enhanced because their bodies are transformed into apostles. The effect is greatly enhanced by the second holy staff, which is undoubtedly the most powerful means of execution in the history of the church.

"Destroy the heretics!"

The column of light shrank in an instant. A powerful flash of light erupted, and everything before my eyes was bright white.

Ignoring the sudden appearance of Meredith from above, Kime Yesu immediately prioritized execution, no doubt motivated by malice, a malice that took precedence over a sense of duty. The delight in his eyes as he gazed up at Meredith clearly demonstrated this.

However, his eyes quickly turned to surprise, and then—

"It seems you're still the same, liking death."

With a loud bang, Kimi Yesu fell from the iron tower and landed on the execution platform.

Suddenly, the light of execution turned into faint particles of light and gradually dissipated. "How is this possible..." the bishops muttered in astonishment. Under the astonished gazes of the gods' people and the leaders of various countries, Kime Yesu's eyes widened wildly.

"You... you're here after all."

What exactly he did is unknown.

What is certain is that he is there.

"Ross Byrne!!"

The magical light gradually dissipated in the air, as if dissolving. In the light, the man wore a rebellious smile.

His whole body radiated the magical power of the night, and he held a war club of the same color and swung it.

As a gust of wind blew, a powerful impact spread, completely blowing away the remnants of the enveloping light that brought absolute death.

Then, the scene on the execution platform became clear. The scene that greeted him was so intense that Kime Jesus could hardly believe his eyes. No, it wasn't just him; it was the same for everyone.

Including the bishops, the people, and the heads of state of each country.

Is it because the heretics in the cage were unharmed? This is also one of the reasons.

Was it because the strongest combined magic cast by the Chief Archbishop and the thirty-three Archbishops was blocked? This was also one of the reasons.

Was it because it was Ross Byrne who had done it? Of course, that was one of the reasons.

However, what really made all of their thoughts pause in shock was something else.

"Yeah, that's good. I love appearing in situations like this. It feels good to be watched."

"Oh my, so the Demon King has a voyeurism habit too? Actually, I also—"

"Queen, I just pulled off the funniest prank of my life and I'm in a very good mood. That's all I meant. Please don't drag me into your side of the world."

"You guys... try to act a little more presentable."

Ross said with a headache. Besides him, there were two more people outside the cage, which was what surprised everyone.

And those two were──

"Decent? That's true! The registration number is very important."

"Haha, I get it, Brother Lao."

One of them was a demon with light black skin and a strong blood-red magic emanating from his body. He was—

"I am Lasil Alba Igdol! The Demon King of this era!"

The other person was a Mori-human with platinum hair and a pair of ears shaped like long bamboo leaves. She was—

"My name is Lutilis Hartrina. I'm the Queen of the Republic!"

The newcomer was not only a person of a different race, but also the leader of that race. The shock spread like ripples among the crowd, and the two men said in unison: