Holy Right : A Multiverse Occultist

Ponza Island is not large, with a total area of ​​only about seven square kilometers, and the highest altitude is about 300 meters.

Roy and Erica walk in the jungles of the island. The jungle was not dense so the sunlight could still pass through the leaves which considerably brightened the forest. 

The island is not big but it is still a tourist attraction which brings considerable economy to the residents of this island, so this seven square kilometer island has long been developed by the locals. 

Even the forest have roads for tourists, so even an ordinary person can easily travel inside and outside of the jungle. 

Walking in this sparse jungle, the splashing sound of the ocean tides against the beaches can be faintly heard. 

The birds that usually hover in the sky and sing cheerfully all day long, have already left the island, just like for those wild animals who are fleeing from the jungle, they can already feel that some disaster was going to arrive. 

Metatron didn't conceal his presence which caused these ultra sensitive animals and birds to flee in panic. 

The depressive atmosphere was a bit heavy, making Erica's heart heavier, but Roy looked completely relaxed, with one hand in his pocket, wearing that gorgeous red archbishop robe, walking down the dirt road. 

"Erica..."

Erica, who was a little distracted, was shocked by Roy's call, she immediately regained her attention. 

Unexpectedly, she found that she was only two steps away from Roy. A step more and they will definitely collide. 

Erica quickly took a step backwards and straightened up her emotions and said: 

"...What's thy command, my Liege!"

"I just watched that you were distracted and so, I reminded you... I'll ask you again, do you really don't want to leave?"

"Do you really want to participate in the battle between a Campione and a Heretic God? You know, during my battle with Metatron, I might not be able to protect you in case any unexpected accidents may occur."

Roy stopped slightly and turned to look at the young Italian girl behind him.

Both of them are wearing red dresses, one with gold blonde hair and the other with silver-white hair, which looked exceptionally conspicuous in this green jungle.

Hearing Roy's question, Erica did not hesitate to say: 

"...I have just been canonized as your personal knight, king. I know that my meager power might not be of much help but, as your knight how could I hide when you are fighting? If I run away before the battle even begins, my sword will cry."

She pulled out her magic sword <Cuore di Leone> out of her magic space, her tone was firm, she looked like a dormant lioness ready for a tough fight. 

"Then do as you will, but I will remind you in advance, don't be distracted just like you where now."

"Even if it's just the aftermath of the battle, you have to be totally focused, otherwise if you are in a life-death, I won't be able to aid you."

"If you die here, it can only mean a woman named Erica Brandelli, a unprecedented genius, unfortunately died at a young age, that's all. So, your life, your future, is in your hands."

Erica has the strength of the 'Great Knight' rank when she is only fourteen years old. Although the 'Great Knight' is the highest rank achievable by a knight. Great Knights can also be distinguished from each other.

Just like the Commander in Chief of the Capital of Lilies, The Purple Knight and the Commander in Chief of Copper Black Cross, Paolo Brandelli; both are Great Knights. 

However, Paolo is the strongest knight in Italy whereas the young head of Capital of Lilies rank among the lower rung of Great Knights.

Erica has the strength equal to a head of a high level mage associations at such a young age, and she can even control <Cuore di Leone>, so she definitely has a firm will. 

A top class magic weapon like <Cuore di Leone> will definitely not choose a master with only talent and no determination. If you add Erica's wisdom, these factors are enough for Erica to be prideful of herself. 

However, because she has never seen a Heretic God's might with her own eyes, and has only listened that even peak level mages and knights are unable to contend against a single move of a Heretic God, the proud genius girl Erica will naturally be unconvinced. 

Perhaps Erica may also have her own idea of using a move or two against the Heretic God, to see the power of the powerful magic spell she got by accident, two years ago. 

Only after truly facing the Heretic God, will she know how ridiculous a mortal's strength and skills are before a God. 

Mortals can never rely on their power to kill Gods, but only rely on certain amount of wisdom and mostly luck to achieve such miraculous feat. 

Roy's repeated reminders made Erica secretly vigilant. She tightly clenched the sword in her hands and viligantly walked inside the woods with Roy.

A hundred meter high cliff stands in the center of the island, under the cliff is the only small town on Ponza Island, and directly opposite the cliff is the island's most famous Chiaia di Luna beach. 

And just on the edge of the tall cliff, a lone figure was standing there.

When he saw this figure, Roy felt his blood speeding up, like it would burst out of his veins, like a drug addict who has been knocked out of the medicine, and his whole body was at the limit of bursting out.

"Chancellor of Heaven, Metatron!"

Roy stood about a hundred meters away from Metatron, he loudly called out the figure's name. 

Metatron heard the voice behind him, and he slowly turned around. This was the first time Roy saw the true face of Metatron. He had just looked from far away when he was in Israel.

Compared to Michael's unparalleled and out worldly handsomeness as well as fearless and courageous demeanor, Metatron's appearance is very ordinary, and his temperament also very gentle.

It is recorded in the 'Book of Enoch' that Metatron was originally the angel that Enoch transformed into after his ascension, which means that the face of Metatron should be same as the mortal 'Enoch'.

"I Be The Angel With Millions of Eyes And Mouths! The Lesser Shall Hammer Thou With The Image of Greater! One Who Is The Guardian of Everything & Nothing!"

Suddenly, Metatron's face became illusory, the illusion face quickly turned into a mysterious 'substance'. 

Roy suddenly realized that he seemed to be looking at an extremely noble existence through Metatron's face, and Metatron's face became the same as that of, that noble existence.

Even though he was looking at that noble existence's face but, if tried to think of the 'face' he just saw, all he would feel is a blank memory, as if he never saw that face before. 

At the same time, an unimaginable, horrible 'curse' followed into Roy's sight through Metatron's face and entered his body. 

Roy's huge magical energy and the magic resistance instinctively tried to resist that 'curse' at this moment.

It suddenly occurred to Roy that Metatron is also known as 'Lesser Yahweh', as the one 'whose face is like that of his master'. This Divine Authority should be related to that myth. 

From this 'curse', a concept that Roy could not understand entered his brain, and that grand sublime and sacred face became a complete twisting force, causing Roy to lose his sanity and intelligence, as if he was going to become an irrational beast. 

In shock, Roy quickly mobilized his own powerful magical energy and began to visualize the content of 'Book of the Law', only to reluctantly suppress the 'curse', but even so Roy found that his body was much weakened than before. 

It's not that he was stupidly standing there to listen to Metatron chanting the incantation to invoke his divine authority. 

But, both Godslayers and Gods possess the ability of ultra-high speed chanting. Metatron completed his chant in less than one second. 

"King!"

Erica saw Roy swiftly moving his hands to cover her eyes. The broad and gentle palms pressed against her face, making her vision completely dark. Erica did not dare to make any movements, but shouted anxiously.

"Erica, don't look at Metatron's face!"

This 'curse' is definitely a powerful authority relating to 'God'. He is a Campione, who possesses powerful resistance against divine authorities, but just looking at Metatron's face almost drove him into insanity. 

If Erica takes a glimpse, she would definitely go crazy and be cursed to death in an instant.

"I released my divine presence here, waiting for the Heretical Archangel Michael, but I didn't expect that he would be slayed by a mortal, leading to the increase in the number of devil kings."

Metatron sighed softly in a very gentle, silky tone. As the Archangel's voice fell, thirty-six pairs of flame-like wings rose behind him, a gentle halo of light emerged on his head.

"But whether it is the angel who betrayed the Lord or you, the devil king, what I have to do is to judge the heresy!"

"...Son of the Fool, the devil king who killed the Heretical Archangel, come and meet the judgement of the 'Minister of Heaven'!"

Metatron's tone gradually became severe. His body began to grow bigger and instantly turned into a giant size flaming humanoid. 

In the book of Enoch, Metatron is the angel of fire and has the tallest body among all Angels. 

"The Minister of Heaven? Ha, don't make me laugh, you Heresy Angel born from the pseudo-canon, today I shall kill you here in the name of the Lord!"

Roy was afraid that Metatron will once again use some wierd Divine Authoritiy, he ignored the discomfort of his own body, and violently attacked like a 'beast'.

"『BEAST777』, the one who shall cross the evil of mankind!' "

He read his magic name out loud, expressing his murderous intentions towards Metatron.

The Divine Authoritiy <Jacob's Limbs> was activated, his hand's fingers bent in towards the palm and held there tightly, and a gaping amount of mana gathered on Roy's left fist.

He leaped high in the sky and then threw down his fist like a meteor shooting down from the sky. 

This is exactly one of the forms of <Jacob's Limbs> named by Roy, the strongest martial technique recorded in the Bible:

— <Jacob's Limbs•First Form> ! 

— <Dragon Subduing Saint Fist> !