Holy Right : A Multiverse Occultist

(Well, I know it's a long fight mini plot for some people. Well, Roy is a 'newbie' so fight is long. As Roy walks his Overpowered path (that is certain), I know I will receive complains, why no action scene or why it's just 1 or 2 chapters long. My answer, Roy is a 'Crowley'. I assure you this is the longest fight scene in the Campione Arc, as his authorities are all explained before the end of this fight, no more info dump too, most probably....) 

The Bible records that after the Great Flood, humans sought to "make a name for themselves" by building a tower that reached to the heavens, the realm of the God. 

So, the united human race dedicated themselves to build a tower, which would reach the Heavens, where the Host of Angels reside and then brag about themselves for the great deed they had accomplished. 

Of course, no one could stand such annoying neighbors, not even God himself. 

However, He was not willing to destroy the human race, for this hubris of reaching his doorstep and bragging in front of it. 

He had already walked down this road with the Great Flood a few centuries earlier and it didn't end well for anyone… 

Instead, He decided to play with the humans a little trick, some sort of a prank. According to the text in the Bible, He "confused their language", so they would be unable to understand each other. 

Without proper understanding, they weren't able to finish their work and were forced to abandon the project and "scatter over the face of the whole earth."

The original language that humans used to speak was called "Adamic language", which has a powerful symbolic meaning in occult. 

Adamic language is variously interpreted as either the language used by God to address Adam, or the language invented by Adam with which he named all creation. 

It can be said that every letter and every word of this language has a great magical power. It is the word of heaven, the language of God. 

Whether it is in the East or the West, magic has an important element in common, that is, chants and symbols. 

Any magic user avails various languages ​​to recite spells or draw symbols to perform mystic arts, and more mystical the language, more powerful the spell. So, the power of Adamic language, the 'Dialect of God', is not to be elucidated. 

And so, God's act of dividing language is equivalent to dispersing the mystery, separating magic from common understanding, and making it difficult for modern humans to ponder into the mysteries of the gods, because human beings have lost even the language to relate to the mysteries of the God.

And the fifth style of <Jacob's Limbs> exactly manifests the power of this myth. 

<Debacle of Babel> bestows the power of this myth in imaginary bullet Roy fired towards Marquis Voban. 

Of course, it was not originally the finger gun posture to trigger the attack, but he is an occultist, he doesn't follow the power but uses the power to his advantage. 

Under his 'strike', Marquis Voban's body stilled. From inside his body came forth a series of sounds that seemed to be like bursting bubbles. 

The magic spell blessed on him instantly failed. Even the avatar of the spell book summoned by Marquis dissipated in sparks.

Without the ability to fly, his body groaned straight under the acceleration of gravity, there was a bang of explosion as he fell to the ground.

A ten story apartment building at the foot was smashed under the ten meter long Werewolf body. A deep pit surrounded by rubbles was all that was left. 

If it wasn't because Marquis Voban had a Godslayer's physique coupled with his Werewolf form, falling from such a height would already turned him into a meatloaf. 

Eqch divine authority is so powerful, overpowered and desirable because it controls rules. The reason and explanation into the power itself is bizzare. 

Just like Salvatore Doni's <Return to Medieval Style> he usurped from the Heretic God Vulcan. 

It negates all modern devices and conveniences by casting a barrier of 'Restriction,' which degrades the level of civilization within the area he's in, to the point where technology more advanced than middle age level is unusable within a few kilometers for half a day. 

This is the power of rules! Unpredictable! Inimitable! Unforeseeable! 

And Roy's <Debacle of Babel> can even somewhat negate these rules, let alone the mortal flying magic Marquis applied on himself. 

"Sasha Dejanstahl Voban, if these are the extent of your abilities, then let the ancient demon king that has been rampant for more than two centuries, fall today."

Roy shouted loudly in the air as he fell from the sky like a meteor, the huge magical energy gathered in his limbs as he punched en route to the pit. 

<Dragon Subduing Saint Punch>! 

The big hole smashed by Marquis Voban burst again, the entire surface collapsed as the ground sinked further. 

The <Jacob's Limbs> and the <Prince of Blazing Light>. The combination of Speed ​​and the Martial Arts Technique of the Bible is Roy's favorite combat style under normal circumstances.

Although the other powers are extremely powerful, they can only be used as killer moves. 

"Arrogant and ignorant kid. Let the old man see how long you can last."

Marquis Voban, who was bounced off multiple times off the surface like a spring due to Roy's punch, opened his mouth and let out a tyrannical roar. 

"O Rain, Wind And Lightning, Come! Become Sleet, And Call For The Snow!"

Marquis Voban once again activated his authority he usurped from defeating the Chinese Weather Trio. But, the power was clearly less powerful than before, but for common people this is disaster. 

The thundering lightning and the drifting rain poured down again, sweeping this area of ​​Tokyo with a scene of flood apocalypse, the Chiyoda was getting submerged in this apocalyptic scene. 

The concrete constructions and natural wonders were as fragile as papers in front of the power of gods. 

Roy's mockery and arrogance thoroughly aroused the anger of Marquis Voban. He rushed into the heavy rain despite the strong wind and thunder blasting on him as his fist collied with Roy's with a sonic boom. 

.... 

"Who is the most harmful natural disaster to mankind, a Campione or a Heretic God?"

Princess Alice was standing in the dilapidated room on the upper floor of the Silver Rose Hotel as she watched the scene from the corner of broken walls. 

Staring at the tempestuous lightning shining in the dark clouds and the flooded streets as well as listening to the distant series of sounds of blasting and rumbling; and the horrified shouts of the citizens, even this princess who likes to join in the fun and has little sense of good and evil, couldn't bear to look at it. 

"You, a treacherous female fox who likes to peep and relish the misfortunes of others will show a compassionate look... Hah, could it be that today the sun rose from the wrong direction?"

A cold male voice suddenly came forth from behind her. On hearing this sudden voice, Princess Alice did not show any surprise.

She turned around and showed a elegant smile, well matching with her princess like dress. 

She had already changed her clothes, though the clothing changing magic maybe a advance auxiliary spell, but for the highest rank witch in heavens with high spiritual power, it is child's play. 

Unknowingly, behind Princess Alice, a twenty-five year old, noble young man was sitting on a rocking chair with his legs crossed.  

The black haired young man had deep eyes. His face was without a doubt very handsome with sharp contours but the rather stiff and grim expression on his face make him look like an old grampa. 

He is leader of the mage organization Royal Arsenal that oppose Princess Alice's Witengamot. The Fifth Campione– Black Prince of Lightning, Alexander Gascoigne! 

"What wind brought our 'honourable' Campione of England to this far east island country. There seems to be no news of the 'Holy Grail' you are seeking."

"But really, now even I doubt that from which direction the sun rose today, that brought Mr. Alec out his hiding."

"You grumbling woman do not possess even an inch of the qualities of a noble lady."

Seeing Princess Alice who was acting innocent with him, Gascoigne's mood became irritable.

The godslayer who is said to be the fastest on earth, stood up and approached Princess Alice, reaching out to grab her hand. 

But just when Gascoigne's hand was about to touch her, Princess Alice's hand drew in her sleeve without a trace, and she also took a step backwards. 

Gascoigne's face froze. He said in dissatisfaction: "...what do you mean?"

"This is the question I should ask from you Black Prince Alec. It's not a gentleman's behavior to grab a lady's hand without her permission."

"You do not..."

Gascoigne thought of the lines he had seen in the intelligence report. Form recalling those information of public display of intimacy between Princess Alice and the new king in the Heathrow Airport, his expression was full of anger.

But as a very intelligent individual which is very rare among Godslayers, he quickly calmed down and urged:

"Don't be silly, I am here to save you, hurry up and let's get out of here."

"It really brings tears of joy to my eyes that my old enemy came to help me... But please allow me to refuse your proposal. If I run, it will provoke King Roy's wrath and enmity, which a cautious foe of mine may not like."

Princess Alice's tone was slightly ironic. The piercing pupils stared at the Black Prince, making Gascoigne very uncomfortable.

He suppressed his anger and tried to calm down his tone as much as possible: "Then don't you worry about my wrath?"

"You are so unfrank and troublesome. You have to calculate everything before you do it. If you don't have absolute certainty, you won't take risks. As a godslayer, I don't know whether to praise or to ridicule your character."

Princess Alice turned around and resumed to look at the battle between Marquis Voban and Roy. Such an unscrupulous display of power and daring fight is something that Alexander Gascoigne will definitely avoid.

This man is without a doubt very intelligent. But this man has a calculating nature and likes to hide behind the scenes which has made his disposition and demeanour look dark and gloomy, no women will like such a cowardly nature.

So, Black Prince's luck with women is synonymous with abysmal. 

"Give me a reason, Lord Black Prince. Give me a reason why you came here to save me. If the reason is justified enough, I will leave with you.. And don't tell me it's because you were jealous."

Princess Alice blinked her eyes mischievously, as she smiled impishly.

"Don't be kidding. You troublesome woman."

Black Prince Alec turned around because of shame and ignored Princess Alice. 

"Since you don't know what's good for you, then assume that I had never been here..."

After a pause, he continued: "My relationship with the new king is going to be very bad."

"Well, although King Roy is a little reckless, his intelligence is not less than you. Two godslayers who are also good at calculations are absolutely impossible to get along with each other."

Princess Alice nodded lightly, affirming to the words of the Black Prince.

"I have a hunch... One day, maybe one of us will die in the hands of the other."

Alexander Gascoigne activated his power and left in the form of a black lightning. 

"A woman who is not frank about her true love can only be a failure in the life. But, a man who is not frank will never get the girl he loves. So, I rather prefer King Roy's frankness."

Watching the departure of the Black Prince, the White Princess sighed quietly. He had a chance, a chance to get close to her heart, but he is a man who is not frank, and he gave up this opportunity.

Afterwards, a faint worry appeared on Princess Alice's face:

"King Roy, like this... you will be defeated in this battle."

Princess who knows some of the Roy's powers and has deeply analyzed the powers of Marquis Voban can already see the end result. 

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