Chapter 250: The Immortal Emperor Rises Again

“Resplendent Guardian Sword. First Stance, First Form… Heavenly Piercing Thrust!”

A simple sentence was uttered but a very scary amount of resonance to some sort of [Law] in the game answered this call.

Just like how [Magic Circles] appear whenever a spell phenomenon was successfully triggered, the blade-body of the long sword in her hand began to emit a resplendent light that formed tiny and very detailed runes and symbol formations.

Small and large magic circles —nine in total— surrounded the blade-body as if a skewer of BBQ.

These yellowish-blue magic circles were creating the phenomena that seem to portray these circles as some kind of exhaust pipe, spewing frightening amounts of resonating Mana fluctuations.

But how could one even explain a resonance in a language that most gamers could understand?

One phrase:

“A very uncomfortable burning sensation.”

It can be felt by the skin, by their senses, but they can’t explain it in physical words.

And yet… it exists in the game as one of its very mysterious attractions; the Terrans’ rich magical culture.

Like ripples of a burner with a 5m diameter bore set in a blue fame output using rocket fuel with the person who wanted to explain how it felt was standing just 20m away from that ejection bore…

That kind of prickling uncomfortable heat was the kind of resonance anyone would feel when in the presence of something creating such phenomena.

Resonance wasn’t a gamer’s term but it was a very widely accepted term when scaling just how mighty and frightening a magical ‘event’ is.

In this regard, Siva could feel that in those short words that Sefirah had spoken of, the presence of Mana that rippled around him was like a surging tide of that frightening burner, directly emitting its exhaust fires 1m away from his face.

And yet, it all happened so fast, he doesn’t even have the time to cover his face in its presence.

Such was the frightening degree of her mastery.

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It should be noted that (spoken of from Volume 1 and beyond) in RPG: Terroa, there exist many kinds of fighting [styles] that player chooses when they start a career.

Sword Masters master a single type of bladed weapon… especially swords.

Blade Masters (or just Bladers) are those who had mastered two or more types of bladed weapons.

Siva’s and Volt’s Engineer-style of fighting where they use multiple weapons in combat, is one of the so called “player-initiated” styles that did not originate in the actual citizens of Terroa.

Brawlers are like Hagrid whose might and prestige was built upon their own fists.

Hagrid was also semi-part Berserker, but he is a “Martial Master” and has built his own dojo inside the game.

And then there were the likes of Loni, an Elf (not a race but a description of a branch of archery in RPG: Terroa), whose very skills lies both in her magic and archery abilities, melding them to create magical effects whenever they fire an arrow.

Mages and Wizards, though almost no difference between them, solely focus on Magic Arts.

…aside from these, there are many more styles in the game that players have chosen as the path on their careers.

The higher their mastery over the paths that they have chosen, the greater the resonance they can create with Mana. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

After all… Mana is life, and Mana is everything.

Mana is all around them in Terroa.

The [Heavenly Laws] that governs this world rely on the existence of Mana to operate. Without it, the [Laws] become restrictions that bound every living thing inside this world as merely mortals like that on earth.

But to put it simply, on Carl’s (Olaf’s) technical terms: Mana is equivalent to a player’s total brain-strain capacity, and the so called [Heavenly Laws] are the “Source Codes” that lets the game’s clock tick and tock.

The greater an individual’s brain-strain capacity (Mana), the more stress that individual can endure.

The more stress he can endure, the greater the ‘resonance’ phenomena they can produce.

The greater the resonance phenomena, the higher the output of an ability, spell, or a skill art —by which what “Masters” like Hagrid are training themselves in this game for— they can use.

It can even be said that Engineers, without their array of equipments and Inventions, are not worth a glance from real practitioners inside the game.

Wasn’t this the case when Volt + Thorn faced off against Hagrid in Dragona?

They can’t even last a second against his fists.

Resonance, in short, requires higher level of “Mastery” or “Spell Tier” in order to produce the desired greater effects.

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Following this feeling of danger was the light of her sword being released from the tip of her blade.

Siva immediately realized the gap between their strengths were just too vastly deep… and wide!

Just this one stance and Siva immediately knew that this is the real deal of danger!

VWOOOHMMM!!!!

Like a large monster’s maw moving in for a chow, the sound of the wind barrier being torn apart with such powerful force and size echoed in his ears.

Resonance… this is the result of a link that only those whose arts have been recognized by Mana could accomplish.

So far in the game, only NPCs could accomplish it for majority of the gamers is just too busy trying to collect MODs or hunt monsters to invent more powerful weapons so that they can triumph over all other players and monsters that would come barring their ways towards the glorious pedestal of fame.

In those small moments of feeling that danger, the thought command Siva released to his reapers had already reached them.

BING!

The first to react was the berserker-reaper who lifted the Godhammer with its left hand as if it only weighed a kilogram. Supposedly, since the core of its body was made up of thought-controlled shape-shifting electricity, its eyes should have been bluish white, if not totally blue and filled with lightning effects.

But all of Siva’s reapers had red eyes… and not only that.

For some odd reason, not only their eyes were all red, they also crackle with a flash of red lightning effect whenever Siva sent a thought-command.

This ‘effect’ was accompanied by an illusory ‘BING’ sound in the mind, followed by a flashing of their red eyes just before they moved.

It was as if that sound was a confirmation.

With that one swing of the Godhammer, the wind around it also made a trembling sound of being torn apart, and met that sword-light that came from a simple thrust of Sefirah’s Resplendent Guardian Sword Art.

BANG!

A loud sound of collision rung out.

“Eh?”

The berserker-reaper was thrown off its balance and flew back, but in exchange, it neutralized the charge as the ripples of sword-light that Sefirah created dissipated at the next moment.

This one single act surprised her so much that she blinked a few times before regaining her own mental state of awareness.

“How surprising.” As she mused, she did another ‘form’ of the same stance but instead of the same [thrusting form], it was another move. “Second Form, Stasis Sword!”

It should be noted that they were around 30m apart but every move that she made, not only did Siva back off, he was actually stepping-in to close that 30m gap. In fact, Sefirah hadn’t even moved away from where she stood and had only executed sword moves which effects could be transmitted at a distance.

First Stance (Thrust Stance), Second Form…

«Stasis Sword»

From the sword on her eye level and her stance seeming to pierce through with a thrust, instead of the tip of her blade thrust pointing at Siva, it was pointed to the ground instead.

And yet, while Siva was taking his third step to close in the gap between them, his gaze was lowered and he stared at the ground as if he was looking at a monster.

VWHOOOOHHHHM!!!

“From below?!”

Yet with another loud air-tearing-apart sound, the ground cracked open and a large transparent ice-like spike 10m in size burst forth, aiming to not pierce him but to actually enclose him on that spike and… freeze him!

A permeating cold instantly spread around Siva and he jumped off into the air with haste, a boom was left to where he was earlier.

But the spike of semi-transparent ice still reached his right foot, destroying his flight armor.

Thankfully, his default Black Tech black cloak form stretched on until his feet and only destroyed his flight armor’s leg equipment and not totally destroy his leg.

But still, the armor being destroyed was a large disadvantage to him. Now, his agility and flight ability was greatly affected as well.

“My Flight Armor!”

He felt extreme regret. It was very hard to own a Flight Gear and although this one was gifted to him back at the War of Two Powers, it should be noted that this fight armor had accompanied Siva from the Continent of Espada to The North.

Siva inwardly cried out as he fell back, using the still intact left Flight Armor leg part to create a gap.

But although his mind was preoccupied by this sudden disadvantage, he was still in a heightened mental state of battle… his earlier mental fatigue from the 8-day non-stop travel, mysteriously disappearing; he was able to fully display the limits of his current might.

The sword-reaper sliced the incoming ice-spikes with very fast and precise movements, and then the gunner reaper grabbing him from behind while firing volleys of bullets towards Sefirah.

Although his right leg flight armor part was gone, he could still use the gunner-reaper as a bodyguard as they leaped into the air and approach Sefirah from that angle.

BANG! BANG! BANG—!!

The bullets flew and never stopped. Three bullets every second was still enough to create a small amount of pressure for a single person to handle.

“Ho? Wanting to fight in the air? Amuse me then.”

With a horizontal parry, some of the bullets were blocked and with a slight incline, the rest of these bullets passed narrowly through the curves of her body, leaving her unharmed.

She wasn’t finished.

While she inclined her body to dodge the last batch of bullets, not even a second’s time passed, the sword tip lowered towards the ground made 3 full 180 arching motions, the sword leaving a trail of yellow-blue glow on its wake.

«Third Form: Sparrow Edge»

WHOOSH!!!

WHOOSH!!!

WHOOSH!!!

She swung the blade three times in an “A to X” manner that with each swing created three arching bluish-yellow streaks of sword-lights that immediately went at the same speed as the wind to slice off towards Siva.

“Hahahahaha!!! How do you like me now, Siva?!”

The three streaking sword-lights reached Siva in no-time and Siva’s puppets had to coordinate a full swing and barrel-roll momentum just to defend against them.

Three explosions occurred but the three loud detonations pushed off the two defending reapers.

The berserker-reaper lost the left arm that held the Godhammer while the heavy sword on its right hand had been chipped with an ugly visible scar.

Still, at least it was intact.

The sword-reaper, right now, disintegrated into a pile of black ashes that scattered into nothing as it was blown away.

Siva gritted his teeth and gave a thought-command while he gave power to The Orb again, summoning back the sword-reaper who grabbed the blue-bladed sword and Godhammer that’s been twirling in the air.

He repaired the lost arm of the berserker-reaper while he never ceased giving the command to fire off bullets towards Sefirah.

Still, these meager movements, despite the added intimidating effects of the Killing Zone, almost did nothing to lessen her domineering streak.

Sefirah, again, made the First Stance of the Resplendent Guardian Sword Art and uttered the fourth form like an incantation for a spell.

While in midair, their gazes met. Siva was deeply frowning while Sefirah was grinning wide.

“Fourth Form: Piercing Heavens.”

At this point, much like the first form, the point of the blade and the blade-body itself created a very suffocating resonance and the sword-light made a streaking path straight towards Siva.

The difference of this form from the first was the facts that one, it has an illusion of a large sword 10m in size going straight towards him; two, the path of the sword was upwards as if to personify the essence of this form and stance.

First Form: Heavenly Piercing Thrust

—horizontal attack

Second Form: Stasis Sword

—upward, angular attack

Third Form: Sparrow Edge

—multi-directional, even downward, attack

Fourth Form: Piercing Heavens

—an attack towards anything in the sky

“Just the first stance and I am already in deep shit against her. She hasn’t used her own Sword Arts but I am already in trouble… I can’t even block this attack if I wanted to.”

While he gave the command for the reapers to do the same actions of blocking the attack last time, his mind was reeling from the shock and surprise displayed in front of her.

An Immortal’s Sword Art was vastly different from a mortal’s might and ability.

He could feel the disparity between them and although it may seem to be an impulse on his side, but he never really anticipated that the difference between him and her to be this wide.

Sefirah could be seen grinning: “You won’t die in that attack but it will make sure that you will be so gravely injured, it will buy enough time for the First Born to appear and… eh? Wait, where is the First Born?”

BOOM!!!

Three reapers charged for an attack to meet the powerful heaven-ward thrust head on and at least diminish its power, but it did little and the attack still reached Siva.

But this isn’t the reason why Sefirah became aghast with a sudden realization.

After that loud explosion, Siva came falling in the ground, clothes tattered and beaten like a rug, a few traces of smoke coming from his body.

Sefirah didn’t mind it as she looked around and widened her eyes in surprise, taking a step to catch a single-armed Siva whose breathing was short in between and displayed extreme pain.

She grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up to meet her in the eyes.

“Where is he? He should be here waiting for us to complete our transformation. Where is the First Born?! Tell me!”

Spitting blood and coughing, Siva laughed as he looked up towards the large moon that just so happens to be behind her.

“If you’re talking about that piece of shit, he’s up there…”

He said the mocking words with difficulty but the expression she made was worth the pain.

“Gah!”

Sefirah threw Siva heavily to the ground and then turned around towards the moon and her eyes went even wider as she saw the large chipped part on the north-western quadrant of the moon from their visions.

She snapped back a wide-eyed expression of shock and awe towards Siva and then cried out to call a name, “Gyoolu! Get your large ass in here, hurry!”

All the while as she screamed, she was taking the steps towards Siva.

The left hand that held her long sword trembled at the amount of anger in her heart and each step she took towards him were layered with great amounts of murderous desire that could shame even the soldiers of the 3rd world war.

Siva was gravely wounded and he couldn’t even raise his hand to put a Red Potion to his mouth and begin recovering.

He wanted to get close to her and pressure her using aggressiveness and perfectly coordinated attacks, but he didn’t expect that just the stolen Sword Art of her avatar-body was already enough to defeat him.

What and where were his weaknesses?

Everything! Everywhere.

He himself was a weakness… he was just so pitifully weak.

“Cough… cough….”

Siva didn’t even last 5 minutes against her. All of her attacks carried a monstrous momentum and as far as he was concerned regarding the difficulty of defeating her, she alone was as strong as that Colossus that destroyed the southern quadrant of the city.

He weakly turned his head to his right and saw the walls of the city far away, beyond the sight of an approaching angry seductress.

When her feet stopped, Siva’s gaze was stolen with a glittering reflection of her dark grey, black-purplish glowing long sword’s tip that blocked the city’s wall in his view.

He rolled his eyes to look at her, meeting a burning gaze of hatred that looked down on all the children of the light, and lacked the earlier flirtatious air and presence.

Right now, the ‘person’ standing in front of Siva is the representative of the LAGRAM Alliance, one of the Six Generals that led the Armada to invade this game’s version of Earth and Terroa.

“You… did that?”

There was a trace of apprehension on her tone as she glared down scornfully at Siva.

“Cough… cough… so what if —Aaargh!!!” he wasn’t even finished answering when the long sword on her hand moved in a frightening speed to pierce at his stomach and lift him up.

Right at that moment, the ground trembled and a monstrously large shadow descended from the sky, to land a few hundred meters away from them and stand behind Sefirah like a stooping living mountain.

“Aaaaahh… so hungry…” a booming voice that seems to embody a country that gained a sentience boomed from above.

Siva’s breathing shortened its pace even more.

With its large blackened face that covered Siva’s sky at the moment, only its blankly staring white eyes and mist-expulsing gaping mouth spoke of its bottomless hunger… its saliva dripping like rain as it stared down at Siva.

“Siva… food… I want to eat him. Can I eat him?”

Sefirah waved hand to dismiss the request, “He is the First Born’s food. If you took even a leg from him, that bastard will rip you to shreds.”

The giant visibly shivered and it made its distance away from them and only glanced behind at the city in the distance.

“So many food there… I’m hungry.”

“You can eat them later. We have to first take this guy up and retrieve the First Born. He’s been blown to the moon.”

“Blown to the moon…?”

The giant’s voice was like a kid’s, repeating her every sentence but along with every word Gyoolu said, there lay the unbridled presence of murder and….. hunger… the feeling of an opponent being devoured if they can’t defeat the giant.

Gyoolu looked up and saw the chipped moon and it salivated even further as if seeing a biscuit.

“Food.”

“It’s not food. But anyways, let’s get out of here first before these guys regroup.”

Given this command, Gyoolu’s giant body turned towards them and just as it was about to transform into a ship, Akhenaton landed with a heavy thud 400m away from them… its body full of chipped and dented parts, and its left arm dangling like a broken limb, twisted in a very ugly manner.

Sefirah threatened, “Move and your master dies.”

Akhenaton didn’t move and only awaited what was going to happen later.

One look and one would realize that it has been twisted like a laundry while battling its opponent.

There was even a bite mark in there that almost went as half-deep as its arms.

Akhenaton’s body is but a metallic vessel, much like how God Knight Alexander created his own vessel out of the city’s buildings. Yet, it was still a very disheartening sight to see the once majestic giant golden humanoid person such as Akhenaton reduced into that state.

It wasn’t panting but the sight of its broken self is a clear sign of the poor state it has. In fact, it was even a puzzle to think about if Akhenaton will still be able to fight with how weak it looked right now.

Siva still had his right arm. And in that hand was the jewel-imbued golden scepter…

He glanced at Akhenaton and then towards the open panel window on his vision.

“I don’t have time. It’s now or never.” Siva said.

[65% power output. That’s the highest.]

Thorn gritted his teeth as he stopped himself from rushing for his help. He also saw the battle and knew that he wasn’t a match against these two.

“It’s better than nothing.” Siva said in almost a murmur. Speaking was such a grand matter in his current situation, he looked at Akhenaton. “On my signal, blow them away together.”

With a wordless acknowledgement, Akhenaton morphed his golden staff into a spear.

As he spoke at this part, Siva saw that behind the worried Thorn was Niobe and Coralline who held, and stopped, a crying Scion.

Given her personality, he knew she wanted to go since earlier and help Siva but was stopped by the two girls beside her.

Siva then glanced at Akhenaton and summoned all his strength to laugh.

This action caught the attention of Sefirah.

“What’s so funny?”

Of course, he’s still being held upwards by her using her long sword. It was painful and Siva was almost nearing the point of passing out due to the pain, but, he still found the ability to laugh at her.

“I promise you, if I survive here… I will make sure that the next time we meet, I will kill you all permanently.”

Siva was yet to 100% fully digest all of his newly found memories, but he was already 90% sure that he can at least put his trust on the hatred he felt against her and her devil kin.

“You’ll be coming with us. You won’t be going anywhere.”

Again, Siva laughed, “Nah. I’m staying here.”

When he spoke, he didn’t give any sign that will serve as a warning as he activated the [ability] of the scepter of divinity.

«Attention»

Anything he targeted the effects to, as long as they are either close to him or at the very least is generally facing his direction, they will all be entranced to look ONLY to his being.

There was a sound of something akin to a ‘DING’ but as soon as a bright light appeared on the gem at the tip of the scepter, Sefirah’s attention as well as the giant’s attention… were directed at him.

It only had a limited 10-20 second time effect depending on the strength of the opponent and although Sefirah was beyond the scope of strength that the current gamers can measure up to, she was still at least entranced, albeit perhaps only for a maximum of 5 seconds.

For Siva and Akhenaton, however, it was a time frame enough to deliver a fatal blow.

“Kill them.” Siva cried.

With all his might, he let go of the scepter and used his right hand to pull himself off of her long sword…. just a mere sliver of a hair’s moment before a loud cry of gusting wind along with its explosive tearing power hit the defenseless Sefirah like a golf ball that got hit with a golf club.

She wasn’t even able to cry or utter a sound as she was ‘carried’ by Akhenaton’s blade towards the spellbound Gyoolu’s chest.

BANG!

The resounding explosive sound chopped her body in countless pieces and made a large gaping wound on Gyoolu’s chest.

Siva, who’s been blown away by Akhenaton’s strike didn’t mind the damage and cried out with his full being.

“Marshal!”

“Hmmmpppp…!!”

Back in their defensive formation in front of the castle base Apus Epirus, Marshal D’Catch made his most glorious posture to deliver a punch in the empty space in front of him.

When Siva’s voice resounded on the last note, a spatial vortex appeared 10m away from Gyoolu’s chest that was, without any warning… followed by tearing explosion fires of The Company’s armada.

BOOM!

BOOOOOM!!

BOOOOOOOOM!!

BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!

The Bloody Marry Cannons of Rewloola known for their destructive might in close-range warship-to-warship battle, hit Gyoolu’s chest right as it was released from their cannon bores.

The Longhorns… a long-range penetrative laser cannon that can pin down a warship from far away released their cannon fires in a single flurry at a zero-point distance towards Gyoolu’s chest.

As large as Gyoolu’s size was, he wasn’t even able to put up a defensive posture and received the full blown might of these cannon fires directly at its body, sending his entire body 10km upwards in but a single instant.

If that size and weight of his was able to fly up in the cannon fires 10km high, then what more is a defenseless and still flustered Sefirah?

The concentrated fires stopped and the blown away Gyoolu was lifted up, burning, in a total of 16km in the air before it started to fall.

It was like a large fireball when seen from below.

But then, just as it has reached the 8km height from the forest floor below, it topped dropping…. along with a loud booming angry female voice that reverberated in everyone’s eardrums.

“SIVAAAAAAAA…!!!”

BOOM!

HUMMMMM—–!!!

As if hearing an engine’s continued revolution in a sealed space, the vibrations in the air that accompanied that cry of rage was making everybody’s ears hurt and their skins spasming.

Those who were aghast at the unbelievable fact that the two monstrous existences survived all looked up to see a black-purple light exploded into a shape of a large black-purple glowing sword silhouette.

This sword silhouette measured an easy 2km size and its origins were none other than that sword on the mangled-looking Sefirah’s left hand.

“I don’t care if you’re going to survive this or not, but you will pay for ruining my body! DIE!!!”

Just like how Mefisto quickly healed, she had healed her wounds as fast as well even though the pain of the ordeal was still visible on her face.

A black-purple fiery sword light was formed in the skies of Alexandria and its tip was pointed down, straight towards the motionless Siva.

Siva was at his weakest state.

He can’t even open his mouth to utter even just a single retort. Much less lift his arm to put a Red Potion on his mouth to recover.

“Well, shit…” a bitter smile beamed on his lips.

“Rex!” Scion cried on the wall.

Thorn, Volt, Heller, Rentaw, President Ethan, the world… they all knew just how frightening and surprising that attack was.

And yet… these NPCs survived.

For some reason, they all thought that this game’s scope of difficulty had just been raised by another level.

It was already hard to fight an S-Ranked monster, even those weakest of the S-Ranked, now these guys appear and show them how they survived a point-blank range attack from 20 warships?

This is an utterly ridiculous level of difficulty…!!!

Is this still a game? Aren’t games supposed to only be challenging, not impossible to solve?

Even those positive and confident in their might against a Demon Commander, couldn’t even make the slightest of bitter smiles to negate this sudden sense of dread in this game’s enemies.

Or are they enemies?

When this thought struck some of the players, a number of them began to think of seeking the LAGRAM Alliance and side on them, become an antagonist in this sensational VRMMO Game.

At least that way, they can retain their careers since this game’s antagonists are already this formidable.

Why bother fight and lost in the end since they CAN SELF REGENERATE ON THE SPOT!!!

There are many, in fact, those whose been stuck in their ranks for some time now and can’t make that single step to improve their ranks despite them hunting and joining hunting expeditions, who thought of blaming this sudden increase in difficulty in the game towards Siva.

Because of him and his Grand Quest, many changes had begun in this game and these changes had eventually affected all of them.

It all began on him appearing with the Grand Quest in Dragona.

But Siva, who bitterly smiled as he lay there, didn’t close his eyes and only glared at that large sword in these fleeting moments.

For some reason, he felt a sense of… regret. No, wait, more than regret, a sense of despair.

Because for some reason, he began to feel that his life has been thrown into the fire pits of hell ever since his parents were invited by Panorama Corporation to build this messed up violent game.

Now, his brother’s life, his last family member’s life, is being threatened… and here he was, weak and unable to move even a single muscle, looking up towards that nail that’s about to pin him for good.

For some reason, as much as he wanted to cry, he didn’t.

Instead, he looked straight towards that large silhouette of the sword before looking at Sefirah.

For some reason, he became aware that all the sounds in the worlds, both this side and outside, had lost their loudness in these tiniest of the passing moments.

How many times has he reached this kind of state in the past?

How many times has he survived them?

Back then, there was a Gift of Strength, of Agility, of Vitality, of Mana, of Endurance, of Spirit… but it was an ability that was randomly given.

He knew that he can’t trigger them but he felt pity that he wasn’t able to trigger them now.

“What a shame.” And yet, despite the despair, he only felt that it was indeed a shame. “If I really survive this… I will personally go to where you demons are and I will slaughter you, down to your last descendant. There will be no place in this universe for you to breed and reproduce… there will be no more, nothing, you can corrupt because if I survive this day… I will kill you all… I will massacre every… single… one… of… you…!!!”

In his mind, it wasn’t just a Game Over.

He knew that he can’t bloody beg AG later on to buy him a new avatar. But he still wished with a wishful heart that if that happens, he will do a better career than this one.

He won’t care if he had to double the deal or even become his slave forever.

He was sure he will survive this in the real world and by that time, he will return and take his revenge on these NPCs.

“I swear… If I don’t die here, I will kill you all.”

Siva could only scream this curse in his heart.

“DIE!!!”

As if to have charged enough power, she struck her sword down and with a frightening resonance in the surroundings, the fabric of space itself rippled to split open to let the sword pass through that 8km distance to go straight at Siva.

Siva didn’t close his eyes and only stared right back at the attack, the bitter smile plastered on his face turning into a sinister and cold glint of a vow.

He looked straight at the attack, the fear in his heart… suddenly disappearing.

The sword descended fast, faster than the speed of sound. And although these passing moments felt longer than a minute, it was only in fact, just a matter of a single second.

SNAP!

“This is my land, you are not allowed here.”

It was at that moment, that a calm yet raging voice rung in the surroundings. Following that was the sound of snapping fingers’ sound.

Then…

Space folded and the descending attack of that giant black-purple flaming sword silhouette… was absorbed in that folded space, disappearing into somewhere else.

“What?!! Who dared to interfere with me?!”

Sefirah’s eyes glared down at Siva —no, behind Siva… there, standing regally with a dignified posture, his silvery grey-white hair swaying gently, a look of rage in between his brows…

He, the intruder to the fight, or rather execution, wore his imperial robes that also fluttered in the gentle wind as he cancelled that attack…

That figure walked and appeared there all of a sudden that nobody was even able to detect when and how he came.

Gabriel, with a different air in him, looked up at the raging Sefirah, in his right hand was the sealed space he just folded, the black sword still trapped in that moment of space and time.

When their gazes met, Sefirah gasped.

“That aura… Immortal! You’re an Immortal! But how?! When! There shouldn’t be any immortal in this universe except for this God Knight! Just who are you?!”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and furiously replied, “Just earlier, actually. And as much as I hated this guy that’s lying in front of me, I hated you guys even more for killing my Teacher. So you can have this back now and vanish on my lands.”

With his words spoken like icy daggers, he threw the locked sphere of spacetime in the air. In but just a moment’s moment, it reached the space in front of her chest.

With a loud GONG sound that reverberated in all directions like a church or a chapel’s bell, the spacetime sphere rippled into release and the full might of her attack that’s been sealed on that spacetime was also released with it, expanding, exploding like a crackle of lightning followed by a thunder clap.

The large sword silhouette’s tip stabbed through her body, burning her innards, and then going straight towards Gyoolu behind her whose not yet fully healed his bleeding hold in the chest.

All these, to push the two of them upwards into a height double that of their current position.

But the attack didn’t stop there.

With another snap of his fingers, Gabriel summoned 10 layers of magic circles, expanding right below the demonic duo, with vibrations of the fabric of space further rippling with frightening resonance that could still be felt in everyone’s skin even at their distance down below.

Everything was happening in but a snap of a second.

Finally, Gabriel took out a golden radiant sword from somewhere and he pointed that sword’s tip towards the high distance, towards the duo who were locked in space.

With a finger pointing their direction, he cried:

“From this day forth, you are not allowed to step a single foot in my lands ever again. Begone from my sight!”

With his left index pointing the direction, guiding the tip of his sword, Gabriel commanded and struck the sword upwards.

Outside, it may seem to be the same actions as that of Sefirah’s Resplendent Guardian Sword’s First Stance, but the mysteries of the [Laws] that’s attached to his actions were fundamentally different.

While hers was a “Mastery” attack, Gabriel’s was a “Magic Art” perfected with his bloodline.

Following his action, an even louder explosion detonated in the skies above Alexandria.

The clouds parted, the air blew and stormed high above to punish the wicked.

Hurricanes were summoned as storms and dark grey clouds were produced around their area.

Small and large tornados also formed around them as the power of the resonance in the surrounding Mana was so powerful, it even shamed the sun.

A frightening force of expulsion pushed the two away from their locked positions and just like what happened to Mefisto… they were also blown away straight towards the moon.

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End of Volume 5