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Chapter 204 Merlin, the Magician of Flowers

boom! Boom boom! !
Under the cover of darkness, the Spear of Destiny, gleaming with a blinding white light, flew westward from the direction of the Vatican, finally being grasped and raised by Metatron, who emerged from the sea with many tattered wings.

Pure, radiant light emanated from the tip of the Spear of Longinus, transforming into a living, energetic substance that merged into Metatron's body.

In a short while, the thirty-six wings on her back were restored to their original state.

An astonishing aura emanated from her, sacred and noble, as majestic and inviolable as a deity.

She opened her golden eyes, gazing at the rapidly turning black seawater below, and said resolutely:
“I swear in the name of God that today I will not let you succeed, Tiamat.”

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the holy lance in her hand.

The moment the holy light left his hand, the entire world fell silent, and time seemed to slow down.

The tip of the spear ignited with a pure white holy flame, which erupted in that moment of slowed time, forming a massive spear shadow that blotted out the sky, like a meteor from outer space illuminating the night sky before whistling down.

Faced with this spear of destiny, which possesses the power to kill gods, Tiamat finally stopped standing still and not dodging.

Her eerie and beautiful body rose from the 'Black Sea' without making any visible movement.

But the seawater beneath her feet, which had been assimilated into black mud, surged up instantly, automatically forming layers upon layers to block her way, protecting the goddess in the blink of an eye.

boom--

The countless black muds that had just formed a spherical barrier suddenly caved inward out of thin air, and were dried and evaporated by the sacred fire carried by the spear of Longinus that was shot at them.

However, the black mud beneath Tiamat's feet was endless, surging in one after another, immediately repairing the volume lost.

The two sides seem to have reached a stalemate.

Beneath their feet, as seawater was largely transformed, an enormous deep-sea whirlpool gradually formed.

Initially, the vortex was only about 100 meters wide, but it rapidly expanded to a radius of tens of miles. From the air, it looked like a giant black eye in the Indian Ocean.

And this was only the result of a slight probing move.

The mother goddess Tiamat was not satisfied with this stalemate, which was a waste of time.

"Metatron, your mortal body is too fragile to stop me, get out of my way!!"

She issued her ultimatum in a cold voice.

Metatron, having reclaimed the Holy Lance, remained unmoved, clearly indicating that he was not going to back down.

"Then I'll see how much power you still retain, even though you're already dead after the end of the God War."

With a voice filled with anger, Tiamat, now in her white-haired beauty form, suddenly swelled up.

"If you insist on stopping me, I'll kill you again today!!"

Ten meters, one hundred meters, one thousand meters, ten thousand meters!
The colossal object, tens of thousands of meters long, crashed down, forcefully pushing aside immeasurable amounts of seawater, instantly creating a massive tsunami.

Giant waves, thousands of meters high, spread outwards in layers, creating a terrifying disaster on a planetary scale.

Mountains?

No, even mountains are insufficient to describe its immense size at this moment.

Mount Everest, the highest peak on Earth, is only a little over 8,000 meters high, while this world-destroying beast with giant horns on its head and fiery red markings all over its body reaches a height of 10,000 meters!
When it raises its head, a giant horn flashing red light on its head pierces the sky.

At this altitude, many unmanned reconnaissance aircraft that had just been dispatched here could not even capture its entire shape; they could only see its black wings soaring into the sky and its scarlet pupils high above the ground.

Like the blazing sun in the sky, it commands our utmost respect.

Forget about resisting, they couldn't even muster the thought of escaping; the gap had widened to the point that all that remained was powerlessness and despair.

"No, we can't wait any longer."

In the village of Don Remy, France, Joan of Arc finally made up her mind upon seeing this.

Despite her kind nature and somewhat lazy personality, she cannot stand idly by and watch humanity perish.

Amidst the hesitant expressions of the surrounding villagers, she stood up, holding the iris battle flag, and transformed into a streak of light, flying swiftly towards the Indian Ocean.

Many people who were anxiously observing the situation on the Indian Ocean battlefield were greatly encouraged by this.

If both 'saintesses' make their move at the same time, the situation should be different, right?

It's not that they like toxic predictions.

If they didn't comfort themselves in this way, they wouldn't even have the courage to continue watching.

boom! Boom boom! !
One after another, beams of blazing white holy light descended from the sky, striking Tiamat, who had transformed into a colossal beast, in an attempt to halt her advance.

However, while it can't be said that it has no effect, it can only be described as negligible.

This mother goddess from the ancient Babylonian pantheon possesses immortality; any injury she sustains can be instantly healed.

Faced with such an enemy, some pessimists don't even know how they can win!

Moreover, this goddess is not just a sitting duck.

The crimson lightning that she spat out released a terrifying aura of destruction, spreading across the entire sea surface and distorting even space itself. Anything that touched it was instantly reduced to dust.

Metatron had endured nearly a thousand such attacks. Even with holy light protecting him and the Holy Lance Longinus in his hand, the archangel's radiance was no longer as dazzling as before, and his body resembled a fine piece of porcelain, covered with cracks.

Ultimately, her body is just a bronze statue displayed in Place de la Pilarde, France.

Both the material and the strength are average.

The fact that it lasted this long is already quite impressive, considering how powerful Longinus, the Holy Lance, is!
And now.
Metatron, holding the Holy Lance, floated in mid-air, watching a white light fly in from the horizon. It was exactly the same as the newcomer, except that there were a few cracks on its cold and beautiful face, and a rare smile appeared on its face.

She said softly, "Then everything is in your hands, Joan of Arc. I'm sorry, I couldn't help but use your body a little."

Metatron raised his left hand, his fingertips touching the incoming Jeanne d'Arc Alter.

This scene resembles the oil painting "The Creation of Adam" by the famous Renaissance painter Michelangelo.

The scene depicts God flying down from heaven, extending his finger to Adam, and giving Adam a soul and life.

The two are so similar.

Both exuded the same rich sacred aura, and as their fingertips touched, a dazzling white light burst forth. The two merged into one, and Joan of Arc's body and soul became whole, while the Tiger Talisman was restored to its original state.

"Leave the rest to me, Archangel!!"

Joan of Arc took the Holy Lance left behind by Metatron, took a deep breath, and the light emanating from her body was even greater than before.

They keenly sensed that they had to strike Tiamat's true form, hidden within this massive body, to trigger the God-slaying attribute of the Spear of Destiny.

She decided to try again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Streaks of purplish-red lightning, hundreds of meters long, streaks across the sky transformed this sea area into a death zone.

The Maldives archipelago, not far from here, has completely disappeared.

The rising sea level submerged this archipelago nation of 1192 coral islands. The residents and tourists who came to visit sank into the black seawater. They did not die, but it was almost the same as death.

Their bodies were twisted into monsters just like those in Jerusalem before them.

Tiamat proudly proclaimed this as her new creation, Rahm. He would not betray her like humans, and would always stay by her side.

"Evil god, what kind of new human is this monster without any free will?!" Despite the extremely destructive purple-red lightning bolts around her, Joan of Arc was furious and once again threw the Spear of Longinus in her hand with all her might.

Chime! !

A white beam of light pierced through the body of the colossal beast in the ocean, burning a circular, hollow wound.

"It's a pity, you were just a hair's breadth away from hitting me."

Tiamat's cold voice emanated from within the colossal beast.

At the feet of this world-destroying beast, an innumerable amount of black mud surged up, quickly filling the wound, while Tiamat herself continued to stride forward, soon to reach the Persian Gulf.

The land in front of the Persian Gulf is the birthplace of Mesopotamian civilization, the Tiamat homeland that the Tiamat people longed for.

Compared to her nonchalant attitude just now, she became much more cautious as she walked.

It seems they don't want to cause too much damage to the surrounding environment.

This is precisely why, despite the prolonged battle between Metatron and Tiamat, the Indian Ocean has only experienced rising sea levels, which have submerged some islands.

Although Tiamat wanted to destroy the world and create a new human race, she did not want to damage the Earth's environment.

If they had fought with the same intensity they used to in outer space, Earth might have gone on strike today.

Boom! Boom! !
As this evil god drew ever closer to the Arabian Peninsula, Joan of Arc's time was running out.

She couldn't stand by and watch this evil god set foot on land and turn more humans into those monsters.

"So, this is the only way."

She pursed her lips, gazing at the monsters, Rahm, who had already made their way to land. Holding the holy lance Longinus and the Iris banner, she knelt on one knee and planted them upside down in the seawater.

Chime! !

The intense, holy light formed layers of halos that spread outwards, ignoring the monsters Rahm and surging towards Tiamat.

This was accompanied by the sound of a fierce collision between the divine light and the crimson lightning on Tiamat's body.

The world-destroying beast finally stopped in its tracks!

But seeing Joan of Arc's obvious strain, the leaders of various countries were all uneasy, wondering how long their saint could hold on.

If even Joan of Arc, who possessed some of the archangel's power, failed, what will become of this world?

"what to do??!"

Compared to most government officials who can only watch helplessly, the situation is slightly better for the British leadership.

They could also turn to Emma for help; perhaps this little druid could find someone in the Emerald Dream to come to their rescue.

At this moment, in central London, England.

The plants are growing more and more lushly, making it seem less like a city and more like Hyde Park in a primeval forest.

A towering oak tree pierces the sky.

Meanwhile, Emma closed her eyes and transformed into a beautiful leopard cat, lying on the Celtic treasure, the Stone of Destiny, and entered the Emerald Dream.

Perhaps because of the Stone of Destiny beside her during this dream, a shimmering green light was released, forming an exceptionally clear image in mid-air.

This will allow those anxiously waiting outside to see what Emma is going through.

She crossed a body of water shrouded in thick white mist and arrived at a magnificent and mysterious island.

Golden light fell on the pristine white building.

This island perfectly matches any British imagination of the legendary Avalon!

Regardless of their status, whether they are soldiers or high-ranking officials.

In Hyde Park, they all stared intently, mesmerized, at Avalon in mid-air.

For a moment, they even forgot the crisis they were experiencing.

Emma, ​​who had already set foot on the island, discovered that the white mist did not guide her to the palace where King Arthur slept.

Even though she called out "Lord Gawain" several times in a low voice, it was no use.

The mist parted before her, leading Emma to a mysterious white spire on the island.

Emma, ​​now back in human form, stood at the entrance of the white spire, took several deep breaths nervously, and then gently knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A clear, pleasant, and slightly languid male voice entered Emma's ears, and at the same time, the tower door opened automatically.

Emma cautiously pushed open the door and went inside.

I discovered that the inside is completely different from what I see from the outside.

It is an incredibly large library.

The interior area is at least several hundred times larger than it appears from the outside.

Looking around, even Emma, ​​who usually has a good sense of direction, didn't know which way to go.

"Come with me."

Just then, a sound came from the bookshelf above Emma's head.

She looked up and discovered that it was a stunningly beautiful white fox with smooth, glossy fur.

"ah."

Emma, ​​who was initially a little nervous, immediately relaxed and, just like when she interacted with other animal friends, waved to the other animal in a friendly manner, beckoning it to come over.

"Stay close."

The white fox gave a human-like smirk, ignoring the human cub, and leaped quickly between the bookshelves. Seeing this, Emma quickly transformed back into a leopard cat and followed.

The library space where they were located was constantly changing.

After running for several minutes, they finally arrived at an attic. The white fox pushed open the door to the attic room, jumped onto the lap of the white-haired man sitting by the window, and comfortably closed her eyes.

Emma was completely stunned.

The cat stood frozen in place.

Meanwhile, in Hyde Park outside, Charles and the others, just like her, had their eyes slightly wide open and were in a somewhat dazed state.

Even the British royal family, known for its high-profile good looks, has never seen a man who is this handsome.

It was as if the other party was not human, but a humanoid succubus.

Emma, ​​who was known for her stern demeanor and unsmiling attitude towards the immature male classmates at school, suddenly became somewhat stammering: "Hello, sir."

Hello, Miss Emma.

Lu Bai, now wearing a new disguise, turned and smiled at her.

(End of this chapter)