Chapter 203 ~ Heavenly Judgment


    <span style="font-weight:400">“...Momon, I’m sorry. I thought of letting you handle this, but…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuuji stepped forward as he held Est by his side. Khajit tensed as his followers also got into a stance.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s fine. I don’t n on doing it anyways. I’ll go into the crypt to find Nfirea.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mm. Be careful. Lupu, go with him.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes~!!!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lupu felt her heart and her whole body tremble in ecstasy when he gave her an order in his cool, dominating, majestic voice. Even her crotch was dampened by the sheer aura he had just emanated for that instant.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The werewolf maid had always been the one who found happiness and glee in teasing and tormenting others. And her sadistic nature only intensified upon her transformation into a subus.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But now, she felt a desire from deep within her heart and an urge from deep within her womb to be dominated instead by him, and him only.


    <span style="font-weight:400">To be pushed down to the ground, made to go on all fours like the bitch that she was, held tightly to the point of suffocation by his strong arms, and have her obedient, slutty, battlemaid pussy made for the sole purpose for pleasure the Supreme Beings be pounded by <i><span style="font-weight:400">His</i><span style="font-weight:400"> majesty.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Yuuji-sama~!</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">All the urge and desire that she had been holding back ever since she turned into a subus and started her journey with Yuuji… She could no longer hold them back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">She wanted to be his little fuck toy. His cum dumpster. His breeding slut. She wanted to be with him, be within his embrace, and receive his blessings deep inside her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Her heart raced as both excitement, lust, and a foreign feeling called “love” manifested within her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">If Aika hadn’t turned her into a subus, she wouldn’t have been able to feel these emotions towards Yuuji-sama with such intensity and devotion~!


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ah, could it be that turning her into a subus was so she could experience such bliss? To be able to feel such intense love?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was this her way of giving her the ability to experience what Aika herself was experiencing and live a life filled with bliss?


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">Ahaha~ How wonderful~ Aika-sama, thank you for letting me feel such bliss~</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Momonga walked straight towards the chapel behind Khajit, unbothered by the fact that cultists that were supposed to be his enemies were there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Lupu curtsied towards Yuuji, or at least, did the motion without actually lifting up her maid’s skirt as she was currently in her adventurer outfit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuuji nodded, and cast [Protection from Good and Evil] towards her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A warm golden glow emanated from Lupu’s body, and the warmth it brought almost pushed Lupu off the edge and caused her to ruin her short leather pants. Thankfully, she managed to bite the inside of her cheeks and prevented herself from moaning and cumming, humiliating herself before her beloved.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thank you very much, Alexander-sama~!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Ah, how she wished she could utter his true name instead of his mere pseudonym.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Mm. Be careful.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes~!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">She beamed a bright smile towards Yuuji and followed after Momonga.


    <span style="font-weight:400">As the two approached them, Khajit could not help but twitch in rage.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Was this their n? To mock him and anger him on purpose?


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You damned freaks… I’ll show you why you should never look down on me! Stop th-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“[Mass Hold Species]”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit and the rest of his subordinates froze as every single muscle within their body refused to move.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Sweat dripped down his bald head and down his sunken cheeks as he tried to break free from the spell in futile.


    <span style="font-weight:400">All he and all his other subordinates could do was watch as the jet-ck robed man and fighter woman walked past them leisurely and entered the chapel, where the boy who wore the “Crown of Wisdom”, the centerpiece and crux of his n.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And he was powerless to stop him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The few moments seemed like forever as Khajit desperately tried to break out of this absurd binding spell. It was only after the echoes of their footsteps disappeared that he and his subordinates could move once again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hurry! Stop them! They must not be allowed to reach the cry-!<span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">Golden light pierced through the dark clouds of the night sky. A massive spear of golden, divine light crackling with divine magical potential descended, and fell to the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Without even having a chance to scream, all robed cultists, subordinates to Khajit, disintegrated into ash and dust, consumed by the divine light, before they could even move to chase after Momonga and Lupu.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit shielded his eyes from the brilliant light, and felt the tremendous force of the heavenly spear impacting the ground pushing him back and onto the dirt.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uuuurghhh!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The golden light slowly dissipated as the graveyard returned to its darkness, lit solely by the moonlight.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He opened his eyes, lowered the robed hand he used to shield himself from the light, and saw nothing left of his men.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“W-What…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A deathly chill touched his wrinkled skin as the night wind blew past him and scattered the ashes of what once was living humans onto the graveyard grounds.


    <span style="font-weight:400">In an instant, he was the only one left.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His body trembled… As a necromancer, he had dealt with death and used it to his advantage most of his life. Death was naught but a source of power. To reach greater heights. To aplish his dreams.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But now… he felt fear. A fear of death; his own death.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I… I won’t let it end like this…!”<span style="font-weight:400">


    <span style="font-weight:400">He felt a pulse, like a heartbeat, from his hand and saw the orb of death pulsing with dark energy from the death of all of his minions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes… Yes! It’s over now…! It’s taken in more than enough negative energy…! Now, you will witness true strength, pdin!!!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit eximed in delight as he raised the ck orb high in the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Silence fell for a moment, before Yuuji noticed the darkness began to move.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The ck sphere in its hand was drawing in the graveyard’s darkness into itself, and it seemed to be glowing faintly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And the slow heartbeat from earlier now seemed stronger than before.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuuji took a small leap back, and went a few meters back just before a massive rushed past him, and after hovering behind Khajit, itnded on the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But that wasn’t the end… Right after itnded and shook the ground, the earth trembled once more.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A massive fissure appeared in the ground, and yet another simr monster rose from it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A thunderous roar echoed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They wereposite entities that stood three meters tall, made of countless human bones. It was designed to resemble a being with a very long neck, wings, and four legs; a dragon. Its tail, also made from innumerable bones, lightly thumped the ground.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“[Reinforce Armor], [Lesser Strength], [Undead me], [Shield Wall]”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The darkness within the orb in his hand seemed to dull and lessen upon summoning two undead dragons in short session. And after casting the buff spells onto his death dragons, Khajit looked down to his orb and grimaced.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“There’s only a little negative energy left… But no matter. After I kill you and your friend, I can spread death throughout the city and recover it all!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit’s shouting was angry and emotional, in contrast to Yuuji’s unfazed silence.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Destroy him, skeletal dragons!!!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Both dragons charged towards Yuuji, shaking the earth with every step as purplish undead mes smoldered and zed through all its bones.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But as the life-tainting monstrosities of destruction came ever closer at tremendous speed that belied its size, Yuuji was calm.


    <span style="font-weight:400">There was no need for him to fear. His Holy Aura IV: Peace was still active, and although it was not enough topletely destroy undead creatures of this level, it was still enough to decrease its stats upon entering his aura. Not that it mattered to him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He leaped into the air – his casual jump bringing him up high into the sky past the death dragons.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit looked up in shock as the two monstrosities stopped in their tracks and raised their long necks up to the sky.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With the night sky as his background and the full moon behind him, he raised his sword.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Terminus Est, the spirit sword sovereign, glowed brightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">With a swing, a wave of brilliant white energy, glittering beautifully, flew in the shape of the arc of the sword. The sheer pressure from the simple swing of his sword shook the ground and the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The wave of brilliant glittering light reached one of the two death dragons and went through it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A moment passed, and nothing happened. Khajit looked at the dragon that was hit by the light, and saw a glowing white line that ran straight through the middle. It ran from the tip of its skeletal snout to the tip of its tail.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Then in the next instant, the light exploded into a wall of pure white light, cleaving the dragon in half.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The brilliant light reached the very skies and created a lens re that lit up the night sky as if it was day for a few seconds.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The mes that zed within its eye sockets and its body extinguished, and the skeletal dragon crumbled onto the ground as a pile of bones.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Im… Impossible… How…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuujinded back onto the ground, his Est still glowing brightly in excitement as she asked for praises from him in his mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Master, how was it? Est did good, didn’t she? Praise me, master.]


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Yes, you did very well Est. As expected of the great spirit sword sovereign. You are the best.]


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Hehehe… Then, you will sleep with me tonight and kiss me goodnight? I did a good job. So I deserve a reward. Right?]


    <span style="font-weight:400">[... Alright.]


    <span style="font-weight:400">[Yay. Thank you, master. I love you.]


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuuji shook his head helplessly and shifted his focus back on the stunned, wrinkled old man.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, I guess this is enough. Let''s end this already.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">The light from his Spear of Heaven, Est’s Spirit st, and the draconic roars should be enough to show off to the city. There was no need to dally any longer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Yuuji disappeared from his spot and appeared before the remaining skeletal dragon.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The sound of crumbling bones hitting the ground snapped Khajit out of his daze, and he saw Yuuji before hisst remaining skeletal dragons, or at least, what remained of it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit could not believe what he was seeing… No, it was even more unbelievable than a dream.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Just… What happened in those few moments?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Did all of his decades of hard work, sacrifice, and suffering just crumbled into dust in those few seconds, just like those skeletal dragons?


    <span style="font-weight:400">How could this be…? How could the world be so unfair…?


    <span style="font-weight:400">He was close… So close to realizing his dreams…


    <span style="font-weight:400">Khajit looked towards the white gold pdin as he approached. The nking of armor resounding with every step.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This ends here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Light.


    <span style="font-weight:400">His vision slowly tilted until the ground was to his right and the sky to his left, before brilliant light filled his vision.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Ah… I’m dead…’</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">The pdin must’ve chopped off his head with movements he couldn’t even perceive.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He had no chance of winning from the very start.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But strangely… he felt nothing but relief. As if a weight had been lifted from his chest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">And as his head slowly fell to the ground, his vision filled with brilliant light, thest thing he saw was the countenance of his mother, the reason that he had long since forgotten.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘Mo… ther…”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">A divine smite that annihtes evil and extinguishes darkness fell. One final burst of golden light lit the skies above the graveyard, marking the end of the midnight tragedy.