"Prepare to et your judgnt, Evil Dragon."
Jeanne's expression was compassionate, a cluster of golden Holy Fla burning at her brow.
Like a radiant sun, her body emitted an endless holy radiance, purging specters and demons with screams and wails, as they were dispersed and purified.
The surviving mortals, so were already driven mad by fear, and continued to flee in panic despite the total purification of the demonic spirits.
Those who ca to their senses knelt on the ground with a thud, crying and praying, while so devout believers even took out the scriptures they carried with them, reciting prayers, thanking the Heavenly Father, the Holy Fire, or the protection of Ammon.
Others simply watched the scene numbly, feeling utterly desolate.
There truly are gods in this world!
But oh God, why couldn't you have descended a little earlier?
"Holy."
As the Holy Spear inscribed with ancient runic script was released, her sun-like radiance dimd, and the whole world seed to return under the shroud of a dark sky.
The Holy Spear, burning with intense golden flas, appeared to carry all of Jeanne's power with it.
Yet it wasn't particularly dazzling, all its brilliance was retracted inward.
After its release, its flight was slow, but with an undeniable sense of oppression, like a guillotine's high blade, even a King would have his head severed in its presence.
At this mont, Lavinia seed to wake from her stupor. She looked at the charred corpse in the flas, the infant corpse in a mother's arms, the tearful refugees, and her weakness transford into resolve.
She raised her head high, the Code of Golden Radiance in her hand moved automatically without wind.
"The murderer, to be hanged (execution by hanging)."
"Sacrilege, body thief, to be mutilated (cut off the nose)."
"Practicing witchcraft, causing death and injury, to be quartered (drawn and quartered)."
"Combined cris, a cri unforgivable (indicating cris too great to be atoned by death)!"
Golden decree chains flew out from the Code, making crisp sounds as they swiftly entangled the Ghost Dragon.
The Ghost Dragon attempted to break free and escape, but the chains were intangible. In just a mont, they penetrated the Ghost Dragon's body, mostly restricting its divinity, laws, and power.
Given ti, it would naturally wear down Lavinia's non-elite decree chains.
But the Holy Spear was already close.
Lavinia's decree chains not only restricted the Ghost Dragon's power but had another vital trait—damage amplification, making any enemy deed sinful suffer double damage.
This was her never-before-seen "Weakening Decree," fueled by her fury, its power was thousands of tis stronger than before against ordinary enemies.
The speed of the Holy Spear flying in the sky was also increasing. The Ghost Dragon's evasive maneuvers only felt like a buildup of power for this demon-slaying divine artifact. What was initially contained now shot towards the Ghost Dragon like a teor from heaven, with Holy Flas swirling around it.
At this mont, it was as if even this cold-blooded beast felt fear, opening its gaping maw and letting out a piercing roar.
The Holy Spear from earlier had already inflicted a considerable wound, the Holy Flas within still gnawed at it relentlessly.
Let alone the one right before it.
Instinct told it that taking this would an certain death.
It flapped its wings fiercely, continuously spewing billowing black smoke behind it, even cutting off a portion of its own body to form various specters and demons, trying to block the Holy Spear.
Had Jeanne not reached the elite stage beforehand, it might have indeed evaded this Spear of Certain Hit.
But unfortunately, Jeanne had already activated her Holy Body, fully capable of wielding this divine artifact. Under her command, the Holy Spear's speed increased, closely trailing the fleeing Ghost Dragon.
Soon.
Bang—
Penetrating from its tail directly into its body.
This ti, the spear did not blast through with overwhelming force, rather like a blunt weapon stabbing into an old wound; or like a red-hot iron spike plunging into a glacier.
In the lacerated wound, it continued to burn, but was obviously suppressed, with the Holy Fla cast by Losa surging and connecting with the flas sneaking from the outside, intensifying into a blaze.
Its body composed of black smoke sizzled as black fluid dripped to the ground, covered with golden flas that continued to burn until the black water evaporated completely.
The massive body of the Ghost Dragon, which could cover most of the city, began to shrink continuously.
The council of casters on the city wall stared wide-eyed. This clash, although brief, was the most astonishing they had ever witnessed; both the Ghost Dragon and the angel holding the divine artifact were almost legendary beings.
"What divine artifact power is this?"
"A blazing radiance, is it a relic of Aton?"
"No, this is clearly the great power of the Holy Fire, these Cross Sect people have stolen the Holy Fire!"
"Whether it's Shemir or the casters under the Demon Duke, they are too powerful."
In the crowd, only two people remained indifferent, their faces showing shock, but also harboring other thoughts.
It was apparent that whether it was Shemir's Cuneiform Stone Tablet, or the divine artifact called "Holy Spear of Longinus" by the Franks, both were treasures worth risking everything for.
And indeed, these two had the ability and qualification to intervene in this battle.
"Shemir always looked down on us because we have no chance of stepping into the Legendary Domain."
One of them suddenly spoke.
The other understood imdiately: "Ha, we're not orthodox casters, no systematic legacy, we learn whatever knowledge we can, use whatever we can grab, the hardships we endured along the bumpy road, how could soone from a formal school understand it?"
After their exchange, they fell silent again.
Everyone knew their subtext.
Shemir's Cuneiform Stone Tablet, the Female Angel's Golden Holy Spear.
Next, it's up to their own abilities to seize them.
...
On the ground.
Venezia exhaled softly: "It should be over now, right?"
That thing is a sacred spear from legend, one that would cause any great figure in the Dark World to fall if struck.
This monster actually took two, although the one from the Lord was noticeably less powerful than Lady Jeanne's, he had no confidence in surviving Losa's Holy Spear.
"It should be, almost, right?"
Losa was sowhat hesitant, sensing the dragon species' aura within the opponent plumting like an avalanche, but if two Holy Spears could just instantly kill this Ghost Dragon, it seed too easy to him.
Even with Lavinia's exceptional performance with the Weakening Decree, and Prajna having absorbed half of the Ghost Dragon's nourishnt, it still felt a bit hasty to him.
Hans had a complicated expression, initially, he was an important reliance for Losa too, but seeing at it now, whether followers or those like Marles and Urding with a lower star level than him seed more useful.
He glanced at Venezia, and exhaled a sigh of relief.
Thankfully, soone else to set the bottom line.
Roar—
The Ghost Dragon let out a final mournful cry.
Its massive fra erupted in an explosion, scattering countless black shadows that fled in all directions.
The parts untouched by the Holy Fla scattered like a celestial maiden's flowers in all directions.
Cherinita flew forth, the howling winds smashing against the shadows, while in the sky, Jeanne flapped her wings, sending gusts of fla after them. In the sky, she hovered with her wings flapping swiftly.
Alard, Losa watched the shadows attempting to escape at his feet, thinking the Ghost Dragon would manage to escape his grasp. The mont he realized this, his vision was enveloped in darkness.
Just when Losa thought the Ghost Dragon would escape right under his nose, the shadow at his feet shifted, and his view was suddenly engulfed in darkness.
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