Chapter 27 - The Battlhe of Lordran (END)

"They're looking at us without wanting to help us." Alastor commented, deflecting a ray of scorching light, hot enough to melt iron. He could feel the gazes of his lord father and his noble aunt. Both stared at him and his sister with no intention of moving.

Hitting the jaw of one of the Seven Witches of Light with a kick, causing a large chunk of her skull to shatter with her powerful kick, Roxane responded by deflecting two other attacks from behind. "He wants to see for himself how much better we are since the last time he evaluated us." 

The Witch who had been hit by Roxane's kick recovered from her injury in an instant, showing herself to be intact. 

"Let's give him a good show, Alastor." Roxane said as her illusory killer butterflies flew towards the seven skeletal witches in solar masks.

Where the butterfly flew leaving red particles behind, the world seemed to be painted by them, changing the appearance of the whole place.

It was a world with a beautiful dusk, the lake reflected the moon in the sky, and above the lake, a red mist hovered, moving along with the breeze of the ambient wind.

Alastor knew that this world was one of many that his sister could create. Following his sister without any hesitation, he used his gift impeccably, invisible slashes crossed the space and hit the Seven Witches squarely, cutting off their heads in an instant. 

He didn't stop, using several cuts to slice the female skeletons without giving them a chance to chant a spell. 

Roxane wasn't far behind with her actions. The mist that surrounded the world she had created began to move towards the headless skeletal bodies. The red mist looked very pretty and coquettish, but it hid a murderous intent behind its beauty. Almost like all the attacks of the future Matriarch of House Agrece.

In an instant, the red mist enveloped the wreckage of the skeletons and something surprising happened. Not only did the bones of the seven witches show signs of melting, but a red fire burned fiercely around the heretical witches.

The whole action lasted less than five seconds, and in the end, all seven skeletons were reduced to ashes in front of the acid and fire of the red mist. The only thing that remained of the bodies were the sun masks, which looked perfectly fine despite the effect of Roxane's red mist.

Alastor didn't move anymore seeing this, he couldn't help but think that his sister's ability was quite suitable for crowd control. In a war, Roxane's skills would be a godsend for England on the international stage.

Yes, although the human race was united, they were united because of a common enemy, but that doesn't mean that there was no friction between countries, on the contrary, it was quite normal for a war to happen.

In the Supernatural world, resources were extremely important, not only for training emerging talent but also the entire economy of an entire country.

England's number one enemy was one - France. Both countries had a blood feud almost incapable of any peace agreement. Especially in the Hundred Years' War, when both countries fought to capture each other.

At that time, if a French monarch sneezed randomly, the English monarch was already preparing to claim the French throne.

In short, France and England couldn't be in the same room, at the very least it would be an exchange of subtle insults between the two, at worst it would be a direct physical fight.

Suddenly, a male voice sounded above Lordran. A deafening sound, incomprehensible to human ears, was being spoken in an ancient and immemorial language.

Roxane staggered to hear the male voice and felt her vision spin for a moment, a ringing sounded in her ear as everything seemed doubled. The world she had created with her butterflies shattered into hundreds of thousands of butterflies.

However, just as she was about to fall to the ground, she felt a warm hug from behind hold her tightly and she relaxed her body in the embrace that brought a feeling of security.

"What's going on?" Roxane asked, resting her head on Alastor's shoulder, her voice lower than usual, showing a fragility she didn't show on many occasions.

"The First Light is trying to reach the Human World." Alastor replied, feeling the disgusting white aura trying to break through the Veil that protected the world. He couldn't sense much even with his Special Grade Qualifications, but he could tell that the First Light was trying to reach the human world from the indications he felt.

"Apparently, we've made him quite unhappy." Roxane deepened her embrace of Alastor and spoke in a slightly giggly voice without any sign of concern about the arrival of the First Light.

"Well, we've just killed a very important Apostle who put an end to His conspiracy. Of course He would be furious at our actions." Alastor replied with a touch of sarcasm in his tone. Although he didn't know what the First Light's conspiracy was, it definitely wasn't a good thing, especially with Rowan Gellert waiting in the wings as Marshall of the Golden Order.

Roxane nodded, but wasn't too worried about the arrival of the First Light, one of the five Princes of Chaos. If it had been so easy to enter the Human World through the Veil, the human race and all the others would have been exterminated long ago by the Outer Gods.

However, out of the thirty thousand years of human existence, they were still tenaciously resisting without showing any sign that they would be defeated any time soon!

Above Lordran, pillars of light lit up the night sky, like tentacles branching out in all directions. And at the center of it all, a golden eye with a ring around its iris seemed to stare out at the world with a look full of compassion and love.

It was only one eye, but it made every Beyonder in the city feel that they were in front of an enormous man made of light, he had dozens of eyes and white flames burned around his head, he had four arms, each holding an object. A sword, a spear, a scythe and a scale.

The ordinary people only noticed that the sky was brighter than when it was daytime. Which, while a surprise for any city around the world, didn't seem very interesting to the inhabitants of Lordran. The people of this city were truly strange in every way.

Mereoleone looked up at the sky with a calm expression, it was only the image of the Outer God, his pollution was being purified by the Veil, otherwise the image of the First Light would turn the whole of Lordran into his cult of worshippers with no escape, including herself.

Fortunately, there was the Veil.

Suddenly, when everyone thought that the First Light would retreat to the Astral World again, a crimson moon replaced the pale moon in the night sky.

An extremely charming and seductive female laugh echoed in everyone's mind, even if you didn't like women, you could feel an almost fatal attraction to the owner of the voice. It was as if her mere voice evoked feelings of lust, love and fertility in everyone's heart.

Then, under everyone's shocked eyes, the Crimson Moon attacked the Golden Eye, causing the clouds to be swept from the sky, leaving it extremely clear. 

Both Chaos Princes collided with each other, the mixture of white and gold resembling an aurora borealis.

"Can anyone tell me why the Crimson Moon attacked The First Light?" Mary, Mereoleona's disciple, asked with a genuinely confused expression. Her voice was tinged with incredulity.

No one answered her question, not even Mereoleona, it was totally strange for such a fight to occur, there was no reason for the two Princes to fight each other. Their authorities were incompatible with each other, they couldn't devour each other to become stronger, so the Crimson Moon fighting the First Light was even stranger.

The rest of the people couldn't know, but Achille, Morticia, Alastor and partly Roxane knew the reason for the attack. 

Patriarch Agrece's face was grim to the extreme, even the wounds on his body seemed insignificant with the actions of the Outer Goddess. He knew that it wouldn't be long before the news that Alastor had been chosen to be a consort of the Crimson Moon would be known to all.

Morticia wasn't at all happy about the situation either; in her eyes, the Outer Goddess was practically shouting her possessiveness at her adorable and innocent nephew.

The urge to draw her scythe and go to the Astral World appeared in her mind once more, but was repressed again. It wasn't the right time and she didn't have the confidence to take the bitch's life.

"My Lord." Achille looked at Gregory awake, the butler showing a rare expression of guilt and a look of hidden pain.

"You took your time, Gregory." Achille commented coldly, seeing that his butler had only woken up a few moments ago.

The expression on Gregory's face became even guiltier. Even though he knew he was in an illusion, he still managed to attack his former master, friend and comrade in arms.

"When you arrive at the mansion, you will be punished according to family law." Achille spoke, his cold voice oblivious to the guilt on the former butler's face. Failure was failure and there was no room for failure in Agrece House.

"Yes, My Lord." Gregory bowed and replied in a calm, serious tone.

After that, he began to help the people who were waking up one by one, with Achille pulling them out of their nightmares.

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