It was as if the dust and smoke spewed forth by a volcano had obscured the sky, with crimson flames hovering above the burning ashes, and twisted whirlpools appearing in the high heavens.
Above the sea, the land of the island was bubbling with boiling gases and the scent of sulfur, as if this land had connected to the legendary hell, filling the space with an atmosphere of desolation, destruction, and oppression.
Dozens of ethereal light angels were still entangled with Roy, at this moment Roy realized the troublesome aspect of his power. Although these angels could not defeat him, they could certainly bind him temporarily, exhausting his stamina and energy, while also allowing their summoner to escape at any time.
Just like what Metatron was doing now.
"Be destroyed, sinful Sodom and Gomorrah!!"
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh——————"
The heavenly flames filled with solar power descended from the sky, countless fire rains fell like meteor showers from the cosmos, the scent of sulfur on the ground grew increasingly intense, and surging magma and scorching earth fire erupted from hell, from the core of the planet.
That was the heavenly fire capable of incinerating all evil, that was the earthly fire that would drag everything into hell. When the heavenly flames and earthly flames merged in the mortal realm, it would be the day of destruction for all things.
The burning sea and the erupting sulfur fire surged upward with tremendous force, blasting Ponza Island into massive holes and completely shattering it. The natural rock formations and beautiful beaches, the modern cities and man-made structures, were all reduced to debris under the wrath of the divine, while the heavenly flames descending from above crushed those fragments into ashes.
Erika dared not look back; she could only feel the roar of the heavens, the fury of the earth, and the raging waves of the sea, sensing the scorching light that rendered all evil powerless.
The great knight of the "Copper Black Cross" recalled the story recorded in the "Bible," where Lot's wife turned into a pillar of salt for looking back at Sodom. Erika did not know if Roy's reenactment of the myth of the burning sinful city possessed such power, but she dared not test it. She could only close her eyes and fly in the opposite direction, fearing that a mere glance from the corner of her eye would lead to divine punishment, just like Lot's wife.
The angels surrounding Roy were silently burned into particles of ether under the merging flames of heaven and earth, while the fleeing Metatron was violently struck by the cataclysmic heavenly and earthly fires. Endless meteors rained down upon him, and the sulfur flames of hell scorched his soul. Amidst the earth-shattering roar, Roy seemed to hear Metatron's screams, as well as his cries.
"It is over, return to the myth, you heretic!"
Roy raised his left hand and clenched it into a fist. The final flames of heaven and earth erupted with a thunderous roar, shaking the sea and creating a massive void, while a gigantic whirlpool with a diameter of several hundred meters appeared where Ponza Island had been destroyed.
The anomalies in the Tyrrhenian Sea triggered a chain reaction in nature, and at that moment, a tsunami struck the western coast of Italy, a disaster that humanity could never have predicted.
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"Hiss... What on earth happened at Ponza Island that even the western coast of Italy was affected?"
On the western coast, there were no tourists left; dozens of magicians and knights had long been waiting here. Upon seeing the approaching waves, they immediately initiated the prepared magical rituals to intercept the tsunami, preventing it from causing too much destruction.
Fortunately, this was not a tsunami caused by an earthquake. After the powers of the instigator Roy ended, the tsunami affecting the western coast of Italy gradually lost its strength, turning into ordinary waves.
Many magicians and knights gazed in awe and fear at the scene across the sea. Even here, they could feel the unusual surge of magical energy and the apocalyptic phenomena at the horizon.
"Lord Paul Blantri truly deserves to be the strongest knight in Italy, having fought against divine beasts and stood alongside the Godslayer. If it weren't for Lord Paul predicting that the battle between the 'King' and the God of Rebellion would trigger a natural disaster, this entire coast would have suffered severe damage."
A knight sighed, for they were merely ordinary magicians and knights. Although they knew of the tyranny of the 'King' and the disasters brought by the God of Rebellion, this was their first time witnessing the battle between the two.
No, this couldn't even be considered witnessing; it could only be described as watching from across the sea. Yet even so, even from across the Tyrrhenian Sea, the battle between the two could still influence the Italian mainland. The descriptions of the Godslayer and the God of Rebellion in those ancient texts were not exaggerated at all.
This was the demon king on earth and the moving natural disaster. No wonder the Godslayer could do as he pleased on the land, and no wonder only the Godslayer could battle the God of Rebellion. Such a level of conflict was beyond the reach of ordinary magicians and knights.
What kind of miracles could those still in the mortal stage of the Godslayer achieve to complete the great feat of slaying gods!
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At this moment, Roy was completely unaware of the sighs of the magicians and knights on the Italian mainland. Even if he did know, he had no time to care.
Roy's spirit and will once again coalesced into an ethereal form, appearing in the realm of 'Life and Death' that belonged to Pandora.
"We meet again so soon, my dear son."
Just like the continuation of their last departure, when Roy's consciousness dimmed for a moment and then regained clarity, he caught the scent that was reminiscent of the enchanting fragrance of poppies, and felt the delicate yet soft thigh against the back of his head.
'Another knee pillow.'
This thought flashed through Roy's mind.
Having returned to this space for the second time as a Godslayer, Roy was almost completely devoid of the concept of fainting, unlike the first time he had to wait a long while to regain consciousness.
Opening his eyes, the first thing that came into view was a goddess with an extremely slender and frail figure, appearing to be only twelve or thirteen years old, making it hard to decide whether to describe her as a loli or a young girl. Although she looked youthful, the smile at the corner of her mouth was bright and mature, revealing an alluring charm that contradicted her supposed innocence.
Then, Roy's gaze fell upon Pandora's thin yet seductive red lips, recalling the intoxicating fragrance he had boldly tasted the last time he left.
At this moment, Roy had only one thought: would Pandora be angry and take revenge on him, not holding the dark ritual of slaying gods? Although Roy was not particularly interested in new powers, his 'Holy Right' was very comprehensive. Rather than seeking new powers, he preferred to find ways to make his existing power stronger, unrestricted, or even evolve.
Quality over quantity; quality is always more important than quantity.
"Oh dear, are you longing for 'mother's' sweet kiss again? Such a greedy 'son' you are. If you want 'mother's' reward, it's not impossible... It's just that you are quite peculiar, my youngest child."
Pandora's red lips parted slightly, her youthful yet enchanting voice playfully spoke.
Yet her gaze towards Roy held a sense of curiosity and exploration: "…It’s quite incredible that you can maintain your memories of this place even after leaving the 'Netherworld'."
Roy's heart tightened; he hadn't expected that Pandora would know.