Intis's Complete Defeat

"Splash..."

The iron chains snapped, breaking off from the large black lock. Countless black chains, like a swarm of startled snakes, darted swiftly away from the Black Throne's hull amidst the sounds of metal sliding and clanging, disappearing into the sea and completely freeing the black three-masted sailing ship.

On the deck, the woman with black hair and a black dress stood up again.

"Laugh..."

The Black Throne immediately stopped smoking, Luther felt a comfortable coolness. Although the blazing Sun overhead was still radiating intense light, its influence had been Distortion upon reaching this point, rendering it ineffective.

She looked down at her body, as if confirming that the chains were no longer binding her, or perhaps savoring her hard-won freedom. Soon, a smile appeared on her lips, and her gaze slowly moved upward, finally landing on the Intis ship opposite.

Those people were looking at her with expressions of terror.

A Sequence 2 Angel, now granted the ability to act independently, how will she deal with those who previously harmed her?

Damn it!

Pierre felt a long-lost fear, an emotion he hadn't experienced for a long time since becoming Sun Pathway Beyonder. He once again channeled all his Spirituality into the black staff in his hand. Soon, his body became majestic and imposing, as unquestionable as a god.

"Our Lord has brought Justice to the world!"

He shouted, his White Robe figure reflecting the miniature Sun, representing Justice, about to deliver judgment. "He said, all disobedience will..."

The woman in the black robe looked at him calmly, her ruby-like eyes filled with Pride.

"!"

Luther suddenly felt his hair stand on end; his Spirituality was frantically warning him.

An invisible force spread out, quickly enveloping the entire sea area. He didn't know how to describe it, but he felt as if some underlying logic of the entire region had been forcibly altered and Distortion, and the rules governing the world had changed!

"Boom!"

Golden flames suddenly rose up—and burned on Archbishop Pierre's body!

His body spewed forth holy flames, which scorched him, quickly transforming him into an upright, human-shaped torch. The blinding light and intense heat shone on the ship, unbearable for the serving priests and the crew of the Steam, who all turned to ashes.

The Purification flames were no longer used by Pierre; instead, they burned within his body!

"Lord... Lord..."

Pierre murmured blankly and painfully, his Distortion face faintly visible in the firelight, "I haven't violated my principles, I haven't!"

As a "Justice Mentor," he himself must also abide by the principles of Justice he has established, because these are "Contract" made with the divine and with the world. If he violates them, he will suffer backlash and may even fall into a dangerous situation of losing control.

But even though he himself had not violated any rules, the flames did not accept his explanation and just kept burning, as if he were the evil that should be Destruction.

The underlying Order here has been Distortion by the other side!

The moment Jean- Pierre understood the situation, he made a decision immediately.

"Brush!"

His entire body was engulfed in flames, leaving him no time to extinguish the fire. Instead, he suddenly pointed his short staff at the Miniature Sun in the sky. The golden sphere of light that had been floating in the air, slowly spreading, underwent a new change. It quickly converged and compressed into a dense, tiny point of light.

Under such intense compression, its energy accumulated dramatically, eventually reaching the critical point of collapse!

This "Sun" exploded!

Oops!

Luther saw golden light filling the air, accumulating astonishing energy that was about to bring terrible destruction to everything here... provided it exploded.

An invisible rule influences the sphere of light, causing it to ripple gently and expand outwards little by little. Although the expansion trend is very much like an explosion, the speed is incredibly slow, like that of a hundred-year-old man.

The explosion process was "Distortion"!

The woman in the black dress spread her arms wide, staring intently at the ball of light, and pushed it away from the sea.

Beneath the spreading Sun, Intis's Steam had already melted away. Jean Pierre had already escaped; as he triggered the Miniature Sun explosion, he transformed into a burning ray of light, grasping the short, black staff with shimmering spots, and shot off into the distance, becoming a point of light on the distant horizon.

Intis suffered a complete defeat; their entire fleet was Destruction, and countless lives were lost. Only Jean- Pierre, a Sequence 3, escaped, taking only 0-15, "The Fourth Sun," with him. While somewhat regrettable, the opponent was, after all, Sequence 3 and possessed a powerful Grade 0 Sealed Artifact, making him difficult to kill.

With these thoughts in mind, Luther glanced at the fleeing figure before turning his gaze back to the woman in the black dress. He watched as she used her ability to skillfully dissipate the energy within the light sphere while gradually sending it into the distance.

Ultimately, the originally devastating explosion was reduced to a smaller scale, resounding far away. The dull thud took a long time to reach us, but by then it had no effect whatsoever on this place.

"Whoosh-"

The water roared as the seawater, previously evaporated by the Miniature Sun, began to recede, quickly forming astonishingly large, towering waves. Of course, once all the waves reached the waters surrounding the Black Throne, they became as docile as well-fed dogs.

The black-haired, red-eyed woman withdrew her arm and turned to look at Luther, her eyes filled with an indescribable emotion. She was a Sequence 2 Angel, and the oppressive aura she exuded was palpable.

"That,"

Luther broke the silence by speaking. He shifted his body and suddenly heard a crisp "clatter" from his right arm. Looking down, he saw a black iron chain, one end hanging down naturally, the other end connected to his palm. The black key had turned into an iron chain, still binding his body.

Seriously, Roselle, how many more tricks do you have up your sleeve? What are you trying to do this time?

Luther instinctively felt a sense of unease. He looked up to face the woman in the black dress, and when he saw her current state, his eyes twitched involuntarily.

- I noticed that a chain, like a collar, was also wrapped around the woman in the black dress's graceful neck, restricting her movements.

"Splash..."

Luther Consciousness moved his right hand, causing the chain around the woman's neck to move and force her to slightly raise her head.

The woman looked at him, her beautiful eyes seemingly filled with anger.