"How is this possible?"
The sight before her was so shocking that blood rushed to Agnes's head, reddening her face as she cried out in disbelief.
The Angel Cross, which had gathered the faith of two billion people and filled her with pride, had failed to defeat her enemy in a single blow.
If Roland had merely managed that, the girl would not have found it strange.
After all, he was a key figure in the science side's meteoric rise.
He had single-handedly established a new system, upset the world's existing balance, and prompted the Pope himself to order his destruction.
It would have been strange if someone like that had been killed instantly.
But... why had it failed to inflict even the slightest damage?
It had not been deflected, met with a collision of energy, or canceled out.
The force that left her Angel Cross utterly immobile, unable to advance an inch, was nothing more than a crimson, hexagonal crystal wall that had not even rippled.
Agnes had already mustered every ounce of her strength, trying to shatter the polyhedron before Roland along with the sneer on his lips.
But she could not.
What could not be done simply could not be done.
No matter how hard she strained, the longsword in her hands remained motionless.
This was no longer a matter of a difference in strength, but some far more terrifying distinction.
"Bastard! I'll make you take that back!"
Upon realizing this, the girl let out a defiant cry.
Her beautiful eyes were completely steeped in anger and riddled with bloodshot veins.
As the saying went, never hit someone where it hurt.
Whether someone twisted her doctrine, mocked her actions, or even taunted her from a position of superiority when she was in trouble, Agnes, as a devout