Conqueror fired an arrow, the arrow carrying the concept of "conquest" as it flew towards the flames.
The arrow vanished the instant it touched the flame.
The concept of "conquest" itself was burned to nothingness.
War wielded its sword, and a blood-red slash struck the flames.
The slash was engulfed in flames.
The concept of "war" is as fragile as paper in the face of the Blazing Flame of Purification.
Famine raised the scales, attempting to measure and extract the energy of the flames.
The balance scale's pointer spun wildly before snapping.
The concept of " Famine " cannot even measure the weight of the Blazing Flame of Purification.
The Pale Rider's lance pierced the flames.
The spear instantly turned into white powder after piercing the flames.
The Four Horsemen were powerless against the Blazing Flame of Purification.
Flames engulfed their bodies.
The white heavy armor was burned to ashes.
The blood-red armor turned into smoke.
The dark gray robe was burned into fluff.
The Pale mist was almost completely evaporated.
The Blazing Flame of Purification burned away their outward form, but could not burn away their essence.
Because their foundations are strong enough.
The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse are not ordinary Servant.
They are concepts.
It is the embodiment of the four concepts of "conquest", "war", " Famine " and "plague".
These concepts are deeply intertwined with Human History.
As long as humanity exists, as long as war continues, as long as hunger persists, and as long as plagues spread.
They will not truly disappear.
The Blazing Flame of Purification can burn away their temporary forms, but they cannot burn away their conceptual anchors at the foundation of the world.
The dragon watched as the Four Horsemen struggled in the flames but never perished.
It was silent for a moment.
Then it came to a conclusion.
These guys can't be burned to death.
To completely solve them, the very foundation of the world needs to be burned down.
Destroy the conceptual anchor along with the world.
But that's not the result the Sephira wants to see.
The Sephira only wanted to gain a physical body and reclaim its land, not to destroy the world.
Therefore, the world must not be destroyed.
Therefore, these four claws of the god are indeed a bit troublesome.
Since they can't be burned to death.
Let's seal it away for now.
Of the seven Crown of Deadly Sin atop its head, the fourth crown suddenly shone brightly.
Sloth.
Belphegor.
The fourth of the seven deadly sins.
The demon king who represents Sloth, laziness, lethargy, and slumber.
The crown's light transformed into four dark purple beams, shooting towards the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
The beam of light contained an indescribable power.
It's a power that makes you want to sleep forever.
It's a power that can even cause the soul to fall into slumber.
Forced eternal sleep.
When the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse saw the Crown of Deadly Sin of Sloth light up.
They already knew they were powerless to do anything about it.
The combined power of the four of them is no match for even one of the Great Sin Demon Lords.
Moreover, he is now Demon Dragon Satan who possesses seven Crown of Deadly Sin.
They are now completely incapable of protecting innocent lambs.
The Sloth beam of light drew ever closer.
The Four Horsemen's consciousness began to fade.
Their bodies began to feel heavy.
My eyelids drooped down as if they were filled with lead.
Sleepiness washed over me like a tide.
The conqueror laid down his bow.
The war has ended.
Famine has tipped the scales.
The Pale Rider's misty silhouette began to solidify.
I'm not reconciled.
But before they could give up, there was one last thing they had to do.
The four concepts made the same decision at the same time.
Since they are powerless to protect the innocent lambs.
Then summon something capable of protecting her.
A powerful being.
An existence capable of contending with that demonic dragon.
Angel.
With the combined efforts of the four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.
An unprecedented summoning circle appeared in the sky.
That is not a magic circle from any known Magecraft system.
It was an ultimate magic array constructed from four apocalyptic concepts, surpassing all existing Magecraft systems.
The magic circle resembles a blooming white lotus.
At the center of the lotus is pure white light.
The Four Horsemen spoke at the same time.
"This is our offering."
"Our strength."
"Our concept."
"Our existence."
"I offer it all."
"I only ask for one powerful angel--"
"Descended to the mortal realm."
"Continue to carry out this on our behalf--"
"The mission to protect innocent lambs."
Four beams of light simultaneously erupted from the Four Horsemen.
That is the very reason for their existence.
That is the combined power of the four concepts of "conquest," "war," " Famine," and "plague" accumulated since the dawn of humankind.
They willingly sacrificed everything they had.
They could only hope that a powerful angel would answer their call.
The light from the magic circle grew brighter and brighter.
The entire sky was illuminated by white light.
Like daytime.
In Snowfield City.
Official outpost.
"All surveillance methods have failed! The situation on the western front is completely out of control!"
"But what was that white light just now?!"
"The energy reading has exceeded the limit! It's surpassed the maximum capacity of all our instruments!"
Orlando stood in the monitoring center, his face looking worse than a dead man.
Faldeus remained silent for a long time on the communication channel.
"... If we let that demonic dragon run rampant..."
"Exposing the mystery to ordinary people is already the mildest outcome."
Whether the world can be saved is another matter.
Lord El-Melloi II stood on the balcony of the stronghold.
He looked at the blinding white beam of light in the western sky.
He glanced again at the disciple beside him.
Gray.
The birdcage-like object wrapped in black cloth that she kept carrying in her hand.
Lord El-Melloi II turned his hopeful gaze toward Gray.
Gray naturally understood her master's thoughts.
Now that things have come to this...
There was no other way.
If that demonic dragon is allowed to continue...
She dared not think about it.
Gray took the birdcage wrapped in black cloth that she had been carrying and brought it to her eyes.
She lifted a corner of the black cloth with her fingers.
Inside the cage is a square object.
A black, square box with simple eyes and a mouth engraved on its surface.
Add.
I'm counting on you this time.
Gray's voice was very soft.
The mouth on the surface of the cube-shaped box moved.
There's no other way now.
Add's voice still had that familiar, sarcastic tone, but it lacked some of his usual teasing.
"I will do my best."
It paused for a moment.
"After this, I estimate I'll be in a deep sleep for a long time."
Gray's eyes reddened slightly.
"Sorry..."
Stop making that face.
Add raised his voice slightly.
"It's not your fault. Hurry up, stop dawdling."
Gray took a deep breath.
She lifted Add's cage above her head.
The black cloth slipped down, revealing the entire birdcage-shaped containment device.
She began to sing.
"Gray..."
"Rave..."
The wind blew her long silver hair.
"Crave (desire)..."
"Deprave (fallen)..."
A pale golden light began to seep out from the gaps in the cage.
"Grave (engrave)... me (for me)..."
The metal bars of the cage began to deform, unfold, and recombine.
The surface of the black cube box began to peel off layer by layer.
The outermost shell of the box broke off.
The second layer underneath was revealed.
The second layer also began to crack.
Add's voice changed.
The sharp, sarcastic tone transformed into a cold, inorganic, mechanical sound.
"Pseudo-personality has ceased."
"Magic collection rate has exceeded the limit."
"The third phase of restrictions has begun."
The outer casing peeled off layer by layer.
Above Gray's palm, a spear was taking shape.
A long spear gleaming with a pale golden light.
The gun barrel is straight, and the tip is shaped like an anchor.
Thirteen tiny golden rings were wrapped around the gun.
Each ring is a constraint.
Now, several of those constraints are breaking down one by one.
The sound of shattering was like a wind chime.
Gray raised her spear.
The tip of the gun pointed skyward.
Pointing to the demonic dragon hovering above the city.
" The Holy Lance... pull the anchor--"
Her voice no longer hesitated.
" Rhongomyniad!!"
The spear tip burst forth.
A spiraling, pale golden beam of light tore through the air as it rose from below.
The beam of light shot straight towards the demonic dragon in the sky.
It carries the power to dispel mystery and anchor the laws.
The beam of light pierced the air with a deep rumble, like distant thunder rolling across the earth.
The light streak pierced through everything in its path, leaving a straight, scorching mark in the air.
The light illuminated the entire world.
The spiral-shaped, pale golden spear of light pierced straight into the dragon's body.