Multiverse's Holy Right

"It worked!"

When Roy's consciousness shifted once more, transporting him from that mysterious space to a new world, he couldn't suppress the joy in his heart as he clenched his fist and gave a vigorous swing.

The surge of happiness came and went quickly. Roy swiftly calmed his mind and began surveying his surroundings to ensure his safety.

Although Aiwass had agreed to assist Roy, the greatest help she could provide was in the realm of knowledge. When it came to pure destruction and power, Aiwass's assistance to Roy was actually quite limited.

Aiwass's essence was that of a 'spirit' existing in a higher phase. As she herself had stated, she was an observer—a being akin to an extraterrestrial entity. In her spiritual state, Aiwass's influence on the material world was minimal. To truly unleash her full power, she needed to be granted a physical body—in other words, she required 'Incarnation.'

However, as an angel from the World of Creation—or possibly even the higher World of Archetypes—finding a usable body for Aiwass was impossible. While she could temporarily bestow power through possession, it would affect the host's 'spirit' and 'soul.' Therefore, unless absolutely necessary—such as facing a life-or-death situation like the one against Aleister—Roy would never allow Aiwass to possess him.

The 'Holy Guardian Angel' Aiwass wielded many powerful angelic spells. For a human body to borrow Aiwass's power and invoke these spells would be tantamount to experimenting with failed suicide attempts.

This was also why Aleister sought to utilize Academy City's AIM Diffusion Field to create a usable body for Aiwass. Without a physical form, Aiwass couldn't unleash her full power—a power that stood on equal footing with the Magic Gods, differing only in manifestation, yet supreme in its own right.

The surrounding temperature was stifling and dry. Before him stretched a monotonous expanse of yellow desert, devoid of any trace of human presence.

"First, I need to determine whether I'm still on Earth, which world I've arrived in, and whether this is a place I'm familiar with... If I am still on Earth, I'll also need to figure out which corner of the planet I'm in."

With only the arid desert and the blazing sun overhead, Roy lacked the ability to pinpoint his location.

"Be careful, Roy... There's a powerful magical reaction to your right front."

Aiwass suddenly warned.

"Right front? Magic?"

Roy turned his gaze in that direction, only for his expression to instantly darken. Less than two kilometers away in the direction he was looking, a terrifying wave of sand surged into the sky, transforming into pure darkness. Even the sun above was blotted out by this hundred-meter-high sandstorm.

"A sandstorm? No—what is that? Angels?!"

Within the sandstorm, Roy faintly glimpsed two winged angels locked in combat.

One of the angels had wings like celestial light, resembling flames that forged divine majesty, battling amidst the sky-obscuring sandstorm.

The other angel's wings also appeared as burning flames, but unlike the first, this one bore countless wings on its back. At a glance, Roy counted at least thirty pairs.

"With thirty-six pairs of wings that resemble flames, appearing as the Angel of Fire—could this angel be Metatron, the celestial scribe recorded in the Book of Enoch, the guardian of the divine throne? No, it should be called Enoch!"

"...The other angel wields a red cross-shaped sword, with wings that seem both radiant and fiery. According to biblical records, this should be the Archangel Michael. What kind of world have I stumbled into? How is it that I'm encountering two of the highest-ranking angels recorded in both Judaism and Christianity right from the start? And why are they fighting? Ah, could it be that these two angels are vying for the title of 'God's Most Favored Angel'?"

Though Roy was a mediocre magician, he possessed considerable knowledge in the field of mysticism. His knowledge came not only from the "strictly necessary teachings" imparted by Aiwass but also from the works of Aleister Crowley.

Aleister was born into a Christian family but held Christianity in contempt. Yet, paradoxically, he had delved deeply into Christian mysticism—otherwise, he could never have written that rebellious tome, The Book of 777.

Having read nearly all of Aleister's works, as well as the canonical and apocryphal texts of Christianity, Roy immediately recognized the two distinctive angels before him.

"The Book of Enoch recounts how Enoch walked with God for three hundred years before ascending to heaven to become the mightiest angel—'the Lesser Yahweh,' 'God's Proxy,' Metatron. However, this scripture has long been proven to be a forgery falsely attributed to Enoch. It was denounced by Christianity as apocryphal, and within the Christian system, the angel 'Metatron' does not exist at all."

"...Yet in Judaism, Metatron holds an extremely high status, even surpassing that of Christ. In some Jewish mystical sects, He is placed at the very pinnacle of the Kabbalistic Tree of Life."

"In the Old Testament of the Bible, only two angels are explicitly named: Michael and Gabriel. Michael is even referred to as 'He who is like God,' seated at the right hand of God, undoubtedly the strongest angel before the divine throne."

"...Michael and Metatron share many overlapping authorities, and their statuses in the two religions are nearly identical. This battle is essentially a clash between Christian canon and apocrypha, a conflict between Judaism and Christianity!"

"...What kind of chaotic world is this?!"

Just as Roy was left dizzy by the sight of the two angels battling, the raging sandstorm surged rapidly toward him. The shockwaves from their collisions reduced entire hills to nothingness.

"Damn it!"

Roy cursed under his breath and immediately turned to flee. Regardless of how these two angels had appeared or why they were fighting here, Roy knew one thing for certain: as a mediocre magician, the mere residual force of a battle between two archangels, beings akin to gods, was enough to crush him to dust.

Roy had no intention of dying inexplicably again—this time, he might never wake up.

But how could Roy's running speed possibly outpace a sandstorm? In the blink of an eye, the storm overtook him, flipping him over and sending him tumbling through the sand, his mouth filled with the bitter, gritty taste of the desert.

Swiftly, Roy's vision grew increasingly dim. As he ventured deeper into the sandstorm, he gradually lost all perception of light. He knew that if he didn't find a way to escape this tempest of sand, he wouldn't even need the two angels to finish him off—he'd be buried alive by the swirling grains.

"Huh? What's this—a sand tunnel?"

In his frantic state, Roy spotted a cavern beneath the dunes. Without a second thought, he dove inside.

The sandstorm still raged behind him as he sprinted forward through the tunnel, which bore clear signs of artificial construction—far from a natural formation. But at this moment, Roy didn't spare a thought for whether anyone—or any danger—lurked within.

Whoever or whatever might be in this tunnel, no matter how perilous, it couldn't possibly be more dangerous than the battle between those two archangels outside!

After navigating several twists and turns, Roy arrived at a chamber resembling a hidden vault. The walls of this subterranean room were constructed entirely of compacted sand, etched with magical runes—likely reinforced by sorcery to be as solid as stone. When Roy's gaze fell upon the chamber's contents, his pupils contracted sharply before widening with excitement.

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