Koko's Unfortunate Butt / The Green-Haired Holy Grail

The so-called "god" is essentially the embodiment of the Earth's will. If she commands forces such as strong winds, lightning, water, and space to become hostile towards humans, these parasites.

So, this is the true nature of Honkai energy.

However, if humanity can harness these energies, use them for its own purposes, and further disrupt the laws of the world, then Honkai energy can be given a more "friendly" name.

For example, the ancient Greeks called it "ether," or in religious studies it is called "Mana."

Kevin felt he had touched upon some of the essential rules governing how this world works, and a slight smile unconsciously crept onto his lips.

As for that saint below, well, a saint...

The vague impression in Kevin that each of these two crazy women had accomplished the feat of defeating a god on their own, and that they had a natural restraint against Holy-type creatures.

(In Final Fantasy XIII, Lightning Sis defeated the great god Buneberger; in Honkai Impact 3rd, Himeko almost beat Herrscher of Reason to the point of being unable to take care of herself.)

However, Himeko's biggest problem was that in the heat of the battle, she accidentally unleashed a few probing attacks on Lightning Sis, which resulted in a chaotic melee where the three of them fought without distinguishing friend from foe.

Kevin twitched his lips and turned his gaze to the two escorts from the Roman Papal Legion.

At this moment, Heidewilli, due to her inexperience, was pushed to a dangerous distance by Jill Hera, and then she was reluctant to give up her beloved sniper rifle.

As a result, this Oracle's Daughter was on the defensive at every turn. A natural Stigmata holder was actually suppressed by Jill Hera, a product of Artificial Stigma.

As for the Divine Grace Hunter Van Helsing, he seemed to be handling the situation with ease, using Cipher Knuckles and Holy Light Hunting Knife one after another, fighting back and forth with the Black Rock Shooter to a standstill.

Moreover, Kevin had a vague feeling that this middle-aged cowboy, who didn't seem particularly nervous on the surface, might have a backup plan.

At this time, there shouldn't be any reserves, right? Since everyone's here, let's all go on the field.

At the regulator's instruction, Bronya, piloting the Tactical Mech, opened the Arc Retraction Cannon and aimed it at Heidewilli was at her last gasp.

At the same time, layers of Dial Phantom appeared on the ground beneath Van Helsing's feet, and pairs of pale fingers emerged from the black vortex, reaching for the baggage carried on the Witcher's back.

Hmph! Heretics!

Van Helsing stepped aside, and with his left hand, he pulled a cross- Cross Grenade from his trench coat. The grenade was covered with dense, dizzying runes.

Moreover, this seasoned witcher delayed for about three seconds after pulling the pin before throwing it towards the Black Rock Shooter's landing spot, leaving him no time to dodge.

A violent and blinding white light exploded, and hundreds of light arrows of various sizes shot out in all directions. The Black Rock Shooter, who was in the first line of fire, was hit by seven or eight arrows and was obviously seriously injured.

At the same time, the blinding white light caused Jill Hera and Bronya to briefly lose sight of their target.

After years of training, Heidewilli, who had long been in sync with Van Helsing, immediately rolled to the side and reunited with the Witcher.

"You are one, and you are ten thousand; you will surely spread your ways across the earth, as you will walk in your kingdom!"

Van Helsing's chant was deep and magnetic, and as he gripped his arm guards, nano-metals gushed forth and coalesced into a dark blue six-barreled machine gun.

As the barrels heated up and began to rotate, a dense barrage of bullets erupted, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake. These contraptions, inscribed with various superimposed spells, left a trail of carnage wherever they passed.

The statue of the Virgin Mary embracing Christ beside the fountain collapsed with a crash.

"Night is coming, and from this day forth I will stand guard until the Lord's call. I will forsake everything and remain steadfast in the darkness..."

At this moment, Heidewilli, hidden behind Van Helsing, pressed her right hand to the ground, leaned on her gun, closed her eyes, and chanted. The free-floating energy converged into intricate lines.

A massive, interlocking magic array gradually rose from the ground into the air, with countless points of light descending from the sky.

Upon seeing such a display of force, the four men responsible for surrounding the Roman Papal Legion's escorts immediately changed their expressions and charged forward at breakneck speed, braving the barrage of cursed bullets!

Chapter 413, Section 433: Koko's Suffering Buttocks

"Want to make a move? You'll have to get past me first!"

Van Helsing made a bold move, pressing his muscular left hand against the gun in one direction, then slamming his right fist into the ground. A milky-white cross-shaped light barrier materialized, which the guns and cannons of the crowd could not budge an inch.

The sudden attack by Jill Hera was blasted away by the light barrier. This tall and slender Mature Woman spun in mid-air, her figure drawing a dark red arc. As she landed on the ground, her body spun like a top.

Rose of Fate, unleash your fury!

At the same time, with the support of Gene Resonance, the gun barrel frantically mobilized the surrounding Honkai energy, and the dense barrage accurately struck the weak points of the Holy Light Cross wall.

Van Helsing was forced backward by the violent impact, and the cracks in the barrier in front of him began to widen rapidly.

"Young girls these days are so fierce!"

As the Divine Grace Hunter pondered, he suddenly took a step forward, his feet breaking the stone slabs. Needles of light emerged from the handle of his machine gun, and the veins on his hands bulged as blood trickled into the gun, turning it crimson.

Immediately, the middle-aged man pulled a dark red crystal bottle from his pocket and smashed it onto the gun barrel.

"Through the precious blood of Jesus Christ, your sins will be forgiven, Amen!"

Van Helsing gripped the cross in his palm, and the raging Honkai energy surged into shape. The dark red gun barrel roared wildly as he engaged Jill Hera in a close-quarters firefight. Wherever their firepower reached, everything was reduced to scorched earth.

As the two were locked in fierce combat, a dark shadow stretched from under the eaves on either side toward Heidewilli's location, silently forming an intricate clock pattern.

"Zafkiel! The Zayin!"

Like a nightmare sprite, wearing a black cat mask and wielding long and short flintlock pistols, it emerged from the shadows, its bullets striking Heidewilli, who was assembling a spell.

The Mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind; let's get a point first, everyone.

The Nightmare Spirit bypassed the Oracle's Daughter whose time was frozen and reached out to grab Van Helsing's backpack.

However, before reaching the target, the solemn chanting behind them, which had been intermittent, gradually became clear and fluent.

"... Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name..."

As the Nightmare Spirit turned her head, she was shocked to find that Heidewilli was still in the realm of frozen time, her lips and teeth frozen, but the chanting voice seemed to come from nowhere, yet it was omnipresent.

"... Your kingdom come, and send forth to the Lamb a spirit to serve the light!"

As the last syllable faded, the clouds above the central cathedral coalesced into a floating gate connecting to heaven.

As the door opened seemingly slowly but actually quickly, fragments of Light Feather scattered out, and eight enormous figures wielding greatswords, scepters, longbows, spears and shields, and battle axes squeezed out of the narrow space.

Unlike the image of a "human" in our minds, this so-called summoned "angel" is a marble sculpture that blends human features with the limbs of Magical Beast, exuding a ferocious aura.

"I am the light of punishment!"

"I am the thunder of Divine Punishment!"

"I am the flame that burns evil!"

"I am the water that cleanses sins!"

Amidst a loud and majestic announcement, eight strangely shaped archangels each sought out their targets for cleansing; one of them even flew towards the duo watching the show from the rooftop.

"Analysis complete. A mass-produced God-made weapon left on Earth during the patriarchal civilization of the Merlot Heavenly Court, powered by [Angel's Feather]..."

"This will help optimize the Angel Gene within the host's body; it is recommended to kill and absorb it!"

An unnamed voice echoed in his mind. Kevin's lips curled into a slight smile as he stared at the massive man with an aggressive gaze.

Turns out, he was a vegetable deliveryman!

The boy stood in front of Koko, coldly smiled, and flicked his finger. The space above him ruptured, and the archangel wielding the giant sword was sliced in two at the waist by this strange power.

Those who inadvertently caught a glimpse of the scene above their eyes narrowed, revealing a deep sense of apprehension towards the boy who always acted cute.

However, to Kevin's surprise, even though the archangel was cut in half at the waist, he remained determined and wielded two giant swords, each seven or eight meters long, sweeping across the target's location.

"Boom!"

Amidst the thick smoke and dust from the collapsed building, the intertwined silhouettes of two bodies gradually became clear.

"Sinner!"

The archangel roared, and as his two severed bodies fell, they were enveloped in a milky-white halo and rejoined as one, returning to their peak killing weapon, wielding two giant swords and slashing down.

As space twisted bizarrely, the two crossed giant swords seemed to slice through a slimy eggshell, sliding away from the target on either side.

Why are you yelling so loudly?

Kevin picked at his ears; the lingering roar still buzzed in his head.

"And you too!"

The boy, his face dark with hatred, glared at the scantily clad Arms Queen clinging to him.

"Boss, could we wear a bikini somewhere else next time? You're just two pieces of fabric on your body, it's really hard to grab!"

This perceptive Arms Queen clearly noticed the boy's ease and confidence beside her, and immediately wrapped her long legs around his waist like a koala clinging to a branch when drowning.

It's truly a tragedy that they're carrying such a heavy burden at such a young age.

Kevin glanced at the white fluffy ball that had snuggled into his arms, pursed his lips slightly, and slowly flapped a pair of energy-infused black and white wings on his back, observing the attack patterns of this lone archangel through distance and spatial manipulation.

At this moment, the Arms Queen, with her strong mental fortitude, even though her pretty face was slightly pale, was still driven by curiosity to take a close look at the archangel's full appearance, before her eyes filled with disgust.

"They're so ugly! My little Kevin is much cuter..."

"You damn appearance-obsessed person, can't you change the subject to relieve your stress?" Kevin overheard Koko's whispered complaints, expressing her deep loathing for the word "cute."

Do you know that because you guys are so careless, I almost went too far several times! Don't you understand what "precocious" means?

"They were originally weapons serving God, without fixed form or gender. Before the Renaissance, angels in ancient illustrations probably had a similar appearance."

"However, the rise of humanism during the Renaissance merged the ethereal divine with worldly humanity, and later paintings gave angels human forms, which became the mainstream."

Kevin, with his inherent tendency to be a know-it-all, scoffed as he explained the origins of these deformed archangels.

"God-made weapon? How about we dismantle them and sell them for money? These ancient artifacts have been very popular in the last decade or so. Same old deal, 30/70 split. You're in charge of sourcing them, and I'll handle the sales!"

Upon hearing a key word, Koko, who was shivering in the cold wind, suddenly had a gleam in her eyes, and even the fierce-looking archangel behind her seemed to become much more benevolent.

To this emboldened Arms Queen, the act of hunting them down was like a lucky cat waving at her.

Kevin didn't bother to answer, and kicked the archangel's head out of place. He had already gathered most of the combat information about this kind of thing in his mind.

Next comes the fatal blow. What's the best way to finish it off?

Four phantom wings reappeared behind the White-haired Shota, and the violent aura continued to rise.

"By the way, speaking of weapons, I haven't asked yet, what's that in your pocket? It's hurting my butt..."

Seeing that the seemingly unassuming White-haired Shota was playing a dog-walking game with the archangel opposite him, Koko was completely at ease. The unusual appearance of his buttocks made the curious Arms Queen reach out and touch him.

"You... damn... son of a bitch!" Kevin's body stiffened, he gasped, and the aura he had just raised to its peak suddenly dissipated.

P. S.: The angel's form can be referenced from the monster design in Bayonetta.

Chapter 414, Section 434: The Green-Haired Holy Grail

"Swoosh!" The broad blade sliced through the air. Kevin stared at the few white hairs that drifted down in the wind, his face ashen, and he growled through gritted teeth.

"Let go now!"

Koko then realized what she was holding, hurriedly let go, and wiped her hands on the boy in disgust.

"You..."

"Don't speak! I'm afraid I won't be able to resist throwing you down!"

Kevin, unintentionally provoked, had veins bulging on his forehead, but his cute baby face posed no threat to Koko, who was used to seeing everything.

That unintentional, endearing contrast made the Arms Queen, who had a slight tendency towards pedophilia, feel her heart race. (This guy was practically a cellmate of Nyanko-sensei and the Dragon King; you know what he did wrong.)

Although a sense of shame filled his heart, the archangel didn't hesitate; he immediately gripped his greatsword and thrust forward.

Forget it, I'm done. These mass-produced, shoddy goods, do they even deserve to be called angels?

Kevin snorted coldly, his brow furrowing. Then, he raised one hand and suddenly grabbed it. The space where the archangel was located suddenly collapsed, and his body, which was more than ten meters tall, was stripped of its limbs and compressed into an oval-shaped ball of flesh.

The boy flicked his finger upwards, and a dark blue Ice Blade instantly formed in mid-air, cleaving the fleshy ball in two. As golden-red blood splattered, a pure white feather floated towards the Gates of Heaven.

However, Kevin was naturally not going to let his hard-won spoils slip away.

With a crisp snap of the fingers, several-foot-long ice spears shot out from the clouds, shattering the Gates of Heaven into pieces.

The Angel's Feather that fell into his hand gradually decomposed into specks of light, which seeped into his flesh and blood, making the black and white wings on his back even more solid.

"Blasphemer! Death penalty!"

The death of their comrade enraged these angels, who possessed basic emotions, and they roared as they gathered toward Kevin's location.

They're all fake teammates! Kevin knew these bastards were mostly just slacking off to avoid revealing their identities or leaving obvious evidence, so he frowned and snorted coldly.

It doesn't matter, I'm going to recycle these Angel's Feather anyway, it's just a little bit of work.