Multiverse's Holy Right

Alexander Gascoigne possessed almost no offensive Authorities whatsoever—he was completely a non-combat type Campione.

If the Authority usurped from slaying a god is the one most compatible with oneself, then Alexander's Authorities perfectly reflected his personality—to defeat an enemy, one must set traps in advance; to defeat an enemy, one must possess intelligence. His combat methodology relied entirely on cunning deception to seize victory.

But Gascoigne's fighting style was completely countered by Roy's Clairvoyance. No matter how flawless his acting or how impeccable his schemes, everything he did would be recorded by the world and seen through Clairvoyance.

From the moment he entered Roy's sight, he had already lost any possibility of victory.

'Those Mystic Eyes must have limitations. To know something, one must determine the time, location, and person involved. Only when all three elements are present can those annoying eyes function.'

After learning about Roy's ability, he had conducted in-depth research on these eyes. Human history was far too long, with countless billions having lived on this planet, combined with Earth's vast surface area. Gascoigne didn't believe Roy could achieve omniscience of the past—he must require a medium, needing the elements of time, location, and person to know what he wanted.

'So as long as I maintain sufficient distance, leave some decoys, and flee randomly across the world, I can temporarily escape those eyes' gaze.'

Transformed into lightning through Godspeed, Gascoigne glanced back and saw Roy, also transformed into radiant flames, hot on his heels. The Campione sighed inwardly—if he were Chinese, he might have lamented, "Since there is Gascoigne, why must there be Crowley?"

Before Roy's appearance, as the fastest among Campiones, his Godspeed Authority allowed him to come and go without a trace. Even if plans failed, he always had means to escape. But after Roy appeared, possessing the same Godspeed Authority along with Clairvoyance that perfectly countered his strategies, these two alone suffocated him.

'At this rate, I'll be caught soon! I hope this Authority can delay him for a while.'

Gascoigne formulated a plan. Channeling his magical energy while moving at high speed, he waved his hand and activated an Authority he could only use once a month—The Labyrinth!

This Authority originates from the famous Greek myth of the Labyrinth of Minos, usurped by Gascoigne after slaying Minos. As the name suggests, this Authority possesses no offensive capabilities but can imprison even Campiones or Heretic Gods within it for three to four months.

With a wave of Gascoigne's hand, eerie white mist began swirling around them. Roy, who had been following Gascoigne at godlike speed, suddenly found his surroundings shifting—the mist solidified into a tangible labyrinth, trapping him deep within like the Minotaur.

"Authority Labyrinth, is it? Then I shall tear it apart!"

Unfazed by his imprisonment, Roy raised his Sword of Judgment and slashed down upon the labyrinth that had materialized around him.

"Thou art guilty!"

Riiiiip——————

Like the sound of tearing fabric, the Labyrinth was cleaved open by Roy, revealing a glimpse of the world beyond. Before the gap could seal itself, Roy crossed through it at Godspeed, bypassing the maze entirely.

The simplest, most violent way to escape a labyrinth is to smash through it and proceed in a straight line.

Roy's Sword of Judgment possessed the power to sever sin. The meaning behind its incantation was essentially a judgment of guilt upon whatever it sought to cut. If the target was deemed guilty, the Sword of Judgment would inevitably cleave through it—its priority always superseding sin itself. Thus, once guilt was declared, nothing, regardless of its nature, could remain uncut.

This Authority was the one with the highest potential among Roy's abilities outside of his Light of the Right. Not only could it sever physical matter, but it could also slice through abstract concepts. Theoretically, even fate and causality could be split—though Roy currently lacked the strength and knowledge to achieve such feats.

"How?!"

Even Gascoigne couldn't suppress his shock upon seeing his once-a-month Authority fail to hold Roy for even a second.

He realized he had misunderstood the nature of Roy's Sword of Judgment. It was fundamentally different from the Sword King Salvatore's demonic blade. While Salvatore's sword was said to cut through anything, it could only sever physical matter—whereas Roy's blade could cleave even Authorities and concepts!

Though the sword's power seemed somewhat limited—only splitting the Labyrinth for an instant before it restored itself—that brief opening was enough for Roy, with his Godspeed, to traverse the maze and return to reality.

"Alexander Gascoigne, this ends here. This place shall be your grave!"

Suddenly, Roy's voice echoed beside the Black Prince's ear. Gascoigne, who had been fleeing at full speed, felt a sharp pain in his organs—as if a plane traveling hundreds of kilometers per hour had abruptly come to a halt. The sudden shift from motion to stillness nearly made him vomit blood.

His Godspeed had been severed once again by that sword!

This time, Gascoigne dared not activate his Godspeed again, fearing that the moment he did, Roy's sword would sever it. The agony of being forcibly ejected from that state would likely render him defeated without even needing to fight after just a few repetitions.

By now, Roy was already charging forward at lightning speed, his right hand gripping his sword and his left clenched into a fist.

"Saintess Subdues the Dragon!"

BOOM——————

The fist imbued with draconic power struck the Black Prince's chest with unstoppable force. Even a Campione's body couldn't withstand this dragon-slaying blow—the sound of shattering ribs echoed through the air.

Roy had already fully locked onto Gascoigne's Godspeed with the Sword of Judgment. Though the blade couldn't sever anything else for the time being, as long as it suppressed the Black Prince's Godspeed, he would be the easiest Campione to defeat!

Guh——————

The Black Prince spat out a mouthful of blood, his organs churning violently. He couldn't even tell if his spleen had ruptured. Roy's punch had held nothing back, and for a non-combat-oriented Campione like him, this single strike nearly took his life.

Gascoigne knew better than to prolong the fight. He understood that once locked into close combat, his death was inevitable.

His brain reacted instantly, and the Black Prince's body once again transformed into lightning, instinctively attempting to enter Godspeed. But the moment crackling energy surged around him, Roy's Sword of Judgment in his right hand descended like a shadow, striking once more.

AAARGH————————

The Black Prince screamed in agony. Already suffering severe internal injuries, he was forced to endure the torment of abrupt speed transition once more. Becoming a Campione had only altered his strength and physique—not his willpower. As a former ordinary magician, Gascoigne lacked the fortitude to withstand such pain, reduced to screaming just to alleviate the suffering.

Among the Campiones, only the likes of Marquis Voban—who had tempered his will over three centuries—the Eastern Cult Leader, and Salvatore possessed truly unshakable resolve. The rest were, at their core, still ordinary humans.

Even Roy himself, if grievously wounded, would struggle to endure through sheer willpower alone. After all, he too had once been just an ordinary man, never having trained his spirit.

"Angels, sound the horns of the apocalypse!"

Roy's killing intent was absolute as he chanted the spell of Sound of Seven Trumpets. With the blare of the apocalyptic horn, the gates of heaven swung open, revealing over a hundred angels before Gascoigne.

Under normal circumstances, the Black Prince could have easily outpaced these angels with his Godspeed. But now, with that ability nullified, the hundred-strong angelic formation became a legitimate threat—one he had to take seriously. Their appearance sealed his fate: escape through the skies was no longer possible, trapped between the blockade ahead and the pursuers behind.

'If the sky is no option...'

Gascoigne rapidly descended. In this brief time, he and Roy had already crossed from America to Canada. If aerial escape was impossible, he'd have to rely on the complex terrain below to shake off his pursuers.

The Black Prince's plan was sound—until the moment he began his descent. There, upon the earth, stood a goddess of breathtaking beauty: tall, crowned with a floral wreath, already drawing her bow with an arrow nocked.

The goddess stood atop the head of a giant serpent, surrounded by hundreds of snakes poised for battle—truly a scene of angels above and dragons below.

Now, Gascoigne was truly trapped between heaven and earth, with no way out, facing near-certain death!

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