Multiverse's Holy Right

"An angelic ritual—『The Fallen Angel』?"

Roy murmured, recalling this familiar ritual from a certain magical series.

"In the Kabbalistic Tree of Life theory, the numbers of humans and angels are predetermined. Thus, under normal circumstances, humans can never ascend to become angels. This ritual's function is to forcibly degrade angels into 『humans』 when activated."

"...However, there are certain informational and rule-based differences between this world and mine. Combined with the limited time preventing the setup of a larger ritual field, I can't perform precise calibrations. I can guarantee this spell will work, but its duration will likely be just a fleeting instant."

"Moreover, actively using angelic spells in human form is extremely dangerous. It would subject you to excessive 'toxins,' stirring your original sin. A mere instant of spell activation is the optimal duration that won't affect your physical or spiritual state."

Aiwass was originally a capricious angel who rarely intervened in reality. But Roy's uniqueness presented her with unprecedented unknowns and novel explorations—miracles that would make even archdemons envious. Thus, she exerted great effort to ensure Roy's survival.

Were it not that Aiwass was merely a 'spirit' with limited ability to interfere in reality, this 'Holy Guardian Angel' might have personally intervened. By Roy's side, she truly lived up to her title as the 'Holy Guardian Angel.'

"So you're saying I must decide victory in an instant? Ha, normally I'd never attempt something with such low odds. But these are extraordinary circumstances. I have a premonition that if I miss this opportunity, I might lose all courage, and my life could end up as much a failure as Aleister's."

Roy licked his parched lips and growled, "...Very well. Tell me how to set up the ritual field, Aiwass!"

"As you wish... Place the wand symbolizing fire at the lowest point of the Kabbalah. Since we've confirmed the external angels are Michael and Metatron, position their symbols in Malkuth—the place where angels become human... The silver dagger goes in Netzach, with the magical numbers 93 and 70... Tiphareth at the center represents Michael, while Kether is Metatron..."

...

"Heretic! You who steal my authority, like a cunning demon gazing upon the face of God—today I shall judge you!"

Amid the raging desert, an archangel with striking crimson hair and peerless beauty unfurled wings of fire and light. Wielding a blazing red cruciform sword, he clashed with the renegade angel Metatron.

In truth, 'Metatron' was merely a title meaning 'God's most favored angel,' not denoting any specific being. In Christianity, Michael was undoubtedly Metatron, yet in the apocryphal Book of Enoch, Metatron became Enoch himself.

"Michael, you should bow before me, lest you defy the Lord's majesty! You equate a righteous man with the Messiah, making him equal to God—this is the ultimate blasphemy!"

The angel with thirty-six pairs of wings retorted solemnly. Unlike Michael's warrior-like, fearless tone, Metatron's voice carried gentleness. As recorded in the Book of Enoch, though Metatron was the most exalted angel, his role was that of a 'heavenly scribe'—a civil official.

"Enough! You shapeshifting serpent who deceived the Lord! I shall sever you like the Red Dragon and cast you into eternal hellfire as penance for your lies!"

Michael's expression radiated righteous fervor. In the Bible, he embodied 'absolute justice'—every act of his was a righteous deed.

Boom——————

The two angels clashed once more, cleaving the earth and rending the sky, presenting a scene of apocalyptic judgment before Roy's eyes, reflected upon the vast desert.

A raging sea of sand formed again as hurricanes swept through, tornadoes connected the heavens, and the scorching flames of the sacred sun blazed under the scorching sky, turning the desert into a colossal furnace.

This was a battle beyond the imagination of mortals, a doomsday spectacle that would drive even the mightiest magicians to flee in despair. These were the gods who had descended upon the earth, defying their myths—walking calamities, embodiments of despair. No matter how benevolent they might have been in myth, as gods who defied their fate, every action they took brought death and sorrow to humanity.

Or perhaps, for humans, gods had always been synonymous with disaster. Whether kind or malevolent, mortals could never bear the grace or punishment of the gods, which was why these deities were woven into myths, forever barred from wreaking havoc upon the world.

"Perish by my blade, Enoch! I refuse to acknowledge your name as 'Metatron.' After slaying you, I shall wander the earth, seeking the 'Demon King' upon the land—either to slay him and save the people or to be slain by him and return to the heavens, once more serving at the right hand of the Lord! Whether I live or die, both are victories to me!"

Michael shouted, his incomparably handsome face alight with fierce determination.

"Imposter, imposter! You are not the Michael I knew, the one who guided me to heaven. You are but a twisted mockery of myth!"

Metatron roared back at Michael, and the two angels once again ravaged the earth and sky.

"This is getting a bit dangerous..."

The violent sandstorm tore at Roy's skin, leaving bloody gashes, while the rising temperatures from the flames threatened to melt him alive.

Yet Roy pressed forward through the storm, gritting his teeth against the pain.

In his hand was only a fragment of the 'Spear of Longinus.' To kill either Michael or Metatron, he had to get close—but the battlefield of these two angels was vast, and even the aftershocks of their clashes were enough to devastate everything. The more Roy desired to achieve the feat of deicide, the more he had to endure this apocalyptic environment, inching ever closer to them.

Fortunately, neither angel had any interest in Roy, a mere mortal, focusing solely on their duel. This gave Roy the chance, as a human, to approach the battlefield of these divine beings.

"I recall that the strength of a god who defies their myth depends largely on their self-affirmation. Both Michael and Metatron are unshakable in their identities—though they defy their myths, they are infinitely close to their original mythological forms."

"...When both angels are equally resolute in their beliefs, the descriptions in myth become the decisive factor."

The scene before him was somewhat unexpected. Roy had assumed that since Metatron and Michael shared overlapping authorities and nearly equal status, their battle would end in mutual destruction.

Yet the reality was that Michael was overwhelming Metatron.

Although it wasn't an unresisting slaughter, Metatron's counterattacks would still inflict damage upon Michael. Yet even Roy could see the vast disparity in combat power between the two angels—this was absolutely not a mutually destructive scenario. The final outcome would undoubtedly be Michael's victory.

"This is bad... The only scriptural record about Metatron is in the Book of Enoch. Apart from walking with God for three hundred years, there's virtually no description of his deeds... But Michael is different. In the Bible, nearly all accounts of 'war' and 'battle' are attributed to Michael's handiwork. Even Satan was cast into hell by him—he is essentially the angel of 'war' and 'victory'."

If the two angels couldn't wound each other severely, then whether it was ambushing the heavily injured Metatron in front of Michael or directly eliminating the victorious Michael afterward, both scenarios were nearly impossible for a mere mortal like Roy.

"Oh no! Metatron actually chose to flee!!"

Having finally gotten close to the two angels, the unfolding scene shocked Roy beyond measure. He never imagined Metatron would choose escape after being wounded.

The Earth was vast, and these two angels moved at unimaginable speeds. If Metatron fled with Michael in pursuit, Roy would undoubtedly lose track of them. Finding these two angels again on Earth afterwards would be nothing short of a pipe dream.

Moreover, witnessing two Heretic Gods in combat was already an exceptionally rare occurrence. Though Roy's memories about the Campione world's storyline were somewhat hazy, he distinctly remembered that many Campiones achieved their first godslaying by capitalizing on battles between two Heretic Gods.

In other words—

"No more hesitation! Success or failure hinges on this moment!"

At this instant, Roy abandoned all rational deliberation and fully embraced the fool's role. He pulled out the original copy of The Book of the Law from his chest—the only item he had brought from the A Certain Magical Index world.

"MICHAEL!!!!"

Bracing against the razor-sharp sandstorm, he charged forward while screaming hoarsely at the archangel who was about to pursue Metatron.

The grand undertaking of godslaying would be decided here and now!

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