The God-Slaying Spear

The guillotine blade fell soundlessly.

It was not ordinary steel, but a tangible entity condensed from "order" itself—the embodiment of rules.

Its descending trajectory was beyond dispute, because it was itself the definition of an ending.

The carefully groomed mustache on the man's face curled slightly upward, forming the arc of a victor's smile.

As a Sequence 3 "Chaos Hunter" of the "Judicator" pathway, hunting chaos and defining order were his abilities.

And as a prince of the Kingdom of Loen, judging any chaotic elements plotting against the kingdom was his authority.

With the power of the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact [0-36 "Thorn Crown"], he was even qualified to contend with angels of higher Sequences.

The only thing he might need to consider was how to draft a report afterward and explain what had happened here to the bishops of those Orthodox Churches.

However, in the next instant.

Just as the blade of light representing order was about to touch Edwin.

Without warning.

An orange curtain of light abruptly unfolded before Edwin.

"Clang—!"

The guillotine formed from light crashed into the orange barrier.

The terminating power of order collided head-on with an absolute A.T. Field that rejected everything beyond it.

At the point where the two forces met, space itself began to distort, taking on the bizarre appearance of an oil painting wildly smeared with a palette knife.

On one side stood the supreme law that "the guilty must be judged"; on the other was an absolute A.T. Field.

It was a collision between two rules.

"Hmm?"

The smile on the middle-aged man's face froze.

That elegant composure befitting an aristocrat from the previous century cracked for the first time.

Where did his power come from?

It came from the collective yearning for "order" shared by tens of millions of