The dragon's roar gradually subsided.
The earth stopped trembling.
But that suffocating pressure still enveloped the entire Snowfield City, like an invisible boulder pressing down on the chest of every living being.
In the courtyard outside the mansion.
The Pale Rider was still standing there.
The white mist barely maintained the outlines of human and horse shapes, swaying constantly under the pressure of the demonic dragon, like a candle flame that could be blown away by the wind at any moment.
Even with the Pale Rider's meager sense of self, he could clearly recognize one thing.
It had absolutely no chance of winning against that demonic dragon.
It's not just that they have no chance of winning.
It didn't even deserve a second glance from the dragon.
The dragon didn't even acknowledge it.
It hovered in the sky, then turned and flew towards Snowfield City.
Ignore it completely.
Just like humans don't care about the ants they step on.
But protecting innocent lambs is its mission.
It's something more important than life itself.
No matter who the enemy is, no matter how great the gap is, it will not back down even a step.
But it also knew that it couldn't do anything on its own.
It needs help.
Driven by instinct, the Pale Rider made a move he had never attempted before.
Chain Summoning.
It releases its power into the sky, calling upon those beings who share the same authority with it.
"Bring it on."
"Bring it on."
"Bring it on."
The three calls transcended the boundaries between worlds, reaching far beyond.
The Pale warhorse reared up, and the white mist drew three ripples in the night sky.
The response has arrived.
Three cracks appeared in the sky.
Three beams of light fell from the crack.
The first ray of light was silvery-white.
In the light, a silver-white warhorse descended from the sky.
The knight was clad in heavy white armor that gleamed with a pearly sheen, the armor embroidered with Kether patterns, and he held a bow in his hand.
conquer.
The second ray of light was crimson.
In the light, a crimson warhorse descended from the sky.
The knight's armor was like congealed scabs, with faint blood mist constantly seeping from the gaps in the armor, and he held a large battle sword in his hand.
war.
The third ray of light was grayish-black.
In the light, a jet-black, emaciated warhorse landed silently.
The knight wore a long, coarse gray-black robe and held a metal scale in his hand; his body seemed to be formed from the very essence of scarcity.
Famine.
Three Horsemen of the Apocalypse descended.
Conquest, war, Famine.
Together with the Pale Rider, they form the four great knights of the Book of Revelation.
They were supposed to only appear when the end of the world came.
But now, they have come to this world because of the call of their colleagues.
Protect the innocent lambs.
This is something that neither of them can shirk.
They will answer the call, no matter who the enemy is.
After landing, the three knights turned around to face the Pale Rider.
Then they both looked up at the same time.
I looked into the distance.
In the sky, the deep purple dragon with seven crowns on its head was slowly flying towards the city.
The dragon's forepaws cradled a jet-black sphere.
The purple scales reflected an ominous light in the night sky.
All three pairs of eyes turned to the Pale Rider.
A long silence.
Then Conqueror spoke first.
Its sound seemed to come from a very distant place, with a metallic echo.
"... That's Satan."
The sounds of war followed closely behind, like the grinding of a blade on a whetstone.
"The world-destroying dragon in the Book of Revelation. The embodiment of the seven deadly sins. The king of the abyss."
The last sound of Famine rose, like withered leaves rustling in the wind.
"Generally speaking, the appearance of Satan signifies that the world has entered its end times."
"But why did Satan appear before any of us this time?"
Conqueror's gaze was fixed intently on the demonic dragon.
"This doesn't follow the normal order of an apocalypse."
"It should be the final boss."
"What's this? They've already shown the final boss at the start?"
The sounds of war carried a hint of confusion.
"And what was that dragon holding in its arms?"
"There's a familiar power within that black sphere..."
Famine lifted the scales in our hands, and the pointers on the scales trembled slightly.
"There's life inside that black sphere..."
The three knights turned to look at the Pale Rider again at the same time.
The Pale Rider remained silent.
Its self-awareness is so weak that it doesn't even know how to explain the current situation.
But since we're already here...
Can you even go back?
The three knights seemed to understand the Pale Rider's silence.
Conqueror sighed.
The sigh sounded like the wind blowing through an empty canyon.
War gripped its sword tightly.
Famine brought the balance back.
"No matter who the enemy is, we must protect the innocent lambs."
"This is our mission."
Even if the opponent is Satan.
The Four Horsemen formed a line.
Pale ahead.
Conquer the left.
War is on the right.
The Famine was the last to fall.
Four figures soared into the air and flew towards the direction of the demonic dragon.
Origami was sleeping soundly inside the pitch-black sphere held in the arms of the demon dragon.
She knew nothing at that moment.
It simply slept quietly inside the black ball.
It felt like returning to my mother's womb.
Warmth, darkness, safety.
Once fully formed, the Demon Dragon Satan had only one primary objective.
Help the Sephira complete what she hadn't finished before.
Obtain the Holy Grail.
To obtain a physical body.
Return this land to Tiné.
Only then will those who attacked the Sephira be put to trial.
The order cannot be reversed.
Sephira desires must be achieved first.
The dragon ignored the few ants lying on the ground.
Richard.
Alcides.
The Bull of Heaven.
In its eyes, these things were not even worth as much as grains of sand.
Not worth a second glance.
It vibrated its dark wing membranes, and its massive body rose into the air, flying towards Snowfield City.
The Holy Grail is located underground in Snowfield City.
The location closest to the major spiritual vein.
The dragon wasn't fast.
It's not because it can't fly.
Rather, it believes that speed is unnecessary.
Nothing in this world can stop it.
A kind of superior composure.
An Pride sense of entitlement.
It flew slowly, cradling the dark sphere in its arms, approaching the skies above Snowfield City.
Then.
Four figures appeared in its path.
Pale.
conquer.
war.
Famine.
The four Horsemen of the Apocalypse formed a barrier across the sky, standing between the dragon and Snowfield City.
The dragon stopped.
Its seven crowns flashed simultaneously.
Purple eyes looked down at the four tiny figures in front of them.
Then it roared.
"Ughh...
The sound waves transformed into a tangible shockwave, sweeping towards the Four Horsemen.
This is not an attack.
It was simply a gesture to tell them to get lost.
But the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse remained unmoved.
Four figures hovered steadily in the air, unmoved by the dragon's roar.
The Pale Rider raised his lance.
Conquer by drawing the bow and shooting the arrow.
War has drawn its swords.
Famine lifted the scales.
All four fighting spirits simultaneously locked onto the demonic dragon.
This action enraged the dragon.
A few ants.
A few of God's minions.
How dare they block its way!
How dare they stop it from fulfilling its wish for the Sephira?
The dragon's seven crowns lit up simultaneously.
It opened its enormous mouth.
A dark red flame surged from deep within the dragon's throat.
The Flame of Purification.
It can burn all concepts to ashes.
The final fire that can reduce existence to nothingness.
The flames spread through the air, transforming into a tsunami that devoured everything.
The Blazing Flame of Purification cascaded down like a waterfall, engulfing the Four Horsemen.
The Four Horsemen simultaneously unleashed their respective powers.