Chapter 310

Chapter 310
## Chapter 310

World’s Enemy (2)

A radiant illumination, overpowering and pinning him down.

The twilight-tinted sacred energy that had blanketed the Master of Heaven’s Turn Society flickered and dissolved, his extended pinions collapsing miserably.

‘How?’

He had not even possessed a moment to react.

As though they had anticipated precisely the second and location he would materialize, the ceremony was already finalized the instant he arrived.

He fought against the suffocating pressure, his vision sweeping across the environment.

They gazed at him, their expressions brimming with enmity, their mouths uttering incantations.

-[Bear this in mind. You do not have a place here.]

For some explanation, Hahoe Mask’s parting declaration reverberated in his thoughts.

The consolidated determination of the thousands of entities, stationed in flawless alignment, materialized.

His physical form, which had felt incredibly unburdened after escaping from the chasm, was now burdened by an even greater restraint, his actions sluggish and restricted, as if plunging into the bottom of the sea.

‘This is problematic.’

Something was awry.

Yet he possessed no moment to deliberate.

An acute sensation of peril startled him, compelling him to respond.

‘I’ll unshackle myself before the bindings tighten.’

He made a sudden judgment and executed it immediately.

In spite of the suffocating weight, he rapidly evaluated the configuration of the sacred matrix, pinpointing the critical sections that operated as its anchors.

And then, he liberated his capability.

Koooong—

A dimensional distortion, distinct from the twilight-tinted sacred energy he commanded, a capability originating from his distinct trait.

Gravitational force multiplied at the intended locations, the countenances of those stationed there turning pale.

The shield guarding the attendees of the ceremony prevented them from being crushed… but even that possessed its boundaries.

Crack—

Dimensional distortions, exploiting the compromised spots in the shield, filtrated through.

And they neared the elevated ecclesiastics at the center of the matrix—.

Kaboom!

“Not so quickly!”

“Main God!”

…But before they could hit their objective, they were intercepted and neutralized by the holy knights who had been waiting.

The Master’s brow twitched.

Even with the matrix dampening his capability, it was not simple to obstruct an assault that directly altered dimensions.

And he had applied considerable exertion into that strike.

His attention migrated to the seven holy knights who had obstructed his strike.

They advanced, their physical forms radiating an essence that appeared to devour them.

“Remain cautious. The apostate’s capability is greater than we anticipated.”

“To be capable of commanding such capability even inside the sacred matrix… We nearly forfeited our lives.”

“Just as the Saint predicted.”

Holy Knight Tuskin of the Silver Wing Knights, who had transported Heinrich to the sacred land, the Black Crescent Knights, expert in pursuing dark sorcerers and fiend venerators, and the Leader of the Radiant Guardian Paladins, the guardians of the Roselia Temple…

The zenith of the Main God Church’s armed capability.

‘…This is problematic.’

The Master’s expression grew rigid as he evaluated their essences.

Individually, they were not a hazard.

Holy knights were master-tier combatants and elevated ecclesiastics, but to him, a near-celestial entity, they were merely a minor irritation.

But that was under standard conditions.

In this predicament, they were a potent asset.

Whoosh—!

The atmosphere turned dense, the entire area saturated with a brilliant, sacred illumination.

The Main God Church, which had sustained a strike to its prestige due to the ‘traitor’ occurrence, remained the greatest and most dominant faith network in Auterica.

“Tsk, this is…”

The sacred land, the center of the cosmos.

Myriads of devoted adherents, reciting incantations in harmony.

Elevated ecclesiastics directing the ceremony, holy knights invigorated by the encompassing vitality, keeping watch.

And the Eminences, at the center of the matrix, their eyes locked on him.

‘This is critical.’

The Master of Heaven’s Turn Society rapidly evaluated the circumstances and formed a choice.

‘I’ll fall back for now. They cannot sustain this tier of protection indefinitely. I’ll await a vulnerability… ’

He could not risk being confined here. If he pushed his luck, the Main God himself could step in.

‘I’ve already squandered my initial deposit… ’

It was a pity, but he had gathered critical intelligence.

‘There is a seer in this realm. A potent one, capable of guiding the entire world.’

Hahoe Mask, manifesting at his landing location with a mobilized vanguard.

The timely intervention of the other elevated figures and their confederates.

And the colossal sacred matrix, constructed ahead of time, as though they had predicted his every action.

It was all unattainable without a seer’s oversight.

‘I must eliminate him first.’

The vision Liesta had obtained had merely indicated an ‘aggressor from another plane’.

Blind to the actual mechanism of his adversaries’ talents, he could not avoid arriving at that deduction.

‘I’ll exploit the gaps in the vision. And then… ’

But before he could conclude his reasoning,

Flash—

As he combated the matrix’s bindings, repelling the sacred capability that compressed him,

“In the title of the Main God. You will not tread in this world, apostate.”

…He perceived the sacred warrior, his blade radiant with illumination, materializing before him once more.

But that was merely the inception.

“Where do you imagine you’re fleeing? You’re not departing until you surrender those pinions to me! Hahaha!”

“Hmm, this sacred capability… It’s searing my flesh.”

“The woodlands here are… unpleasantly confined… Well, the Northern Mountains are a variation…”

As though they had been stationed there all along, the other trio materialized behind Heinrich, their aura suffocating.

The Master’s features twisted into a frown as he noticed the unyielding trio.

—

When he discovered the Master’s infiltration, he had already pondered the prospective objectives.

‘I was fortunate. I would have overlooked him if he had traveled elsewhere.’

He had pinpointed two probable options.

The sacred land, the center of the Ion Continent, and the World Tree in the Enamel Continent.

And having predicted that, he had arranged countermeasures…

[“This is Harris. The Herald of the Foreign God is navigating toward the sacred land.”]

[“I comprehend. That’s… advantageous.”]

[“I’m somewhat let down! We prepared so meticulously!”]

[“B-but it’s superior this way! There would have been fatalities, regardless of how well we prepared. I trust the Faith will be unharmed…”]

…Not merely in the sacred land, but additionally in Drasha, the seat of the Elven Kingdom, where a massive barrier, sustained by the World Tree, was poised to be triggered.

The moment Harris provided the indication.

It had been an expensive undertaking, but no one presumed to dispute Harris, the mightiest in the Elven Kingdom, favored by the World Tree.

[“Just in case, please preserve your watchfulness. I’ll contact you instantly if anything unpredicted occurs.”]

[“Acknowledged, Harris-nim. Please remain cautious.”]

[“Don’t sustain injuries! And don’t overextend yourself!”]

Harris terminated the communication with Cecily, who was stationed in Drasha, and exhaled softly.

Ordinarily, even a High Elf would require utilizing the woodland’s vitality to relay messages across such an immense span… but for him, an elevated entity, it was a simple matter.

‘Now then… ’

He fitted another projectile onto his bow, Themis.

And his gaze sharpened as he monitored the remote clash.

Kaboom—!

Another blast wave.

But it was notably slighter than the ones he had perceived in the peaks.

It was chiefly due to the Faith’s sacred barrier, which was nullifying the shock…

‘He’s unmistakably diminished. I contacted the sovereign domain and the Republic’s assembly, just in case… but it appears superfluous.’

He had dispatched alerts to all the vital strongholds, just in case the Master fled to an alternate zone.

And he had deployed all his gathering operations, including Banshee Queen Olivia, to locate him.

‘I’ll conclude him here.’

There was no requirement to fret about the alternate locations.

The Faith’s arrangements had been more potent than he had anticipated.

This was the flawless window to erase him.

Clang!

“Ugh! You unyielding vermin! How did you even locate me?!”

The Master, detecting the hazard, bellowed in outrage, his prior careful demeanor vanished.

He had been compelled to actively protect himself against their unceasing strikes.

Heinrich, commanding his sacred blade, disregarded his adversary’s rage.

“This is the mandate of this realm! Vanish, apostate!”

His sacred edge, enveloped in 「Blessing: Holy Blade」, sliced through the atmosphere.

The invisible shield that had been guarding the Master shattered, and the discordant vitality that encircled him dissolved.

‘This is magnificent.’

Heinrich tightened his hold on his edge, internally awed.

Even a standard holy knight could surpass their constraints in this setting.

And he, the Hero, was essentially a holy manifestation, his physical form emitting a radiant illumination.

Crack!

And owing to that benefit,

“Khahaha! Here I advance!”

“Ugh! You anomaly!”

…Harley ultimately realized his objective.

The aberrant fusion beast bounded forward, capturing the Master’s crumpled pinion and ripping it away with a nauseating tearing sound—.

Crackle—!

…Fluid splattered as the pinion was extracted from its connection.

And before the Master could even respond, Heinz the Second materialized, gathering the pale fluid that sprayed into the atmosphere and then slamming a keen, crimson spike into the puncture.

“You petty miscreants…!”

The Master, now deprived of a wing, ground his teeth in rage, forced deeper into a defensive posture by their unremitting onslaught.

It had been a prudent choice to employ 「Avatar Assembly」 recurrently, even turning to acquiring trait reset functions.

‘It does not function on characteristics like “Interdimensional Transfer Formation Summon” or “In the Hero’s Footsteps”, so I haven’t been employing it frequently… but it’s rather advantageous in predicaments like this.’

‘It’s time to conclude this.’

Heinrich’s sacred edge gleamed, a piercing illumination, as he drove it forward.

He did not assume this would be the finality.

He possessed an intuition he would cross paths with the Master again. His perceptions informed him it was destiny.

But what signified now was…

…That he had ultimately halted the anomaly that had been consuming the potentials of myriad dimensions.

And that he had prevailed in safeguarding Auterica.

Thud—!

“Vanish, apostate.”

Heinrich slammed his sacred edge into the Master’s torso, his attention anchored on his distorted expression, a quiet growl escaping his throat.

《The entity satisfies the criteria and advances. You have unlocked the unique trait “Grand Blessing: Wings of Radiance”.》

It appeared the Main God was likewise gratified.