Multiverse's Holy Right

As for what that mysterious space that allowed Roy to traverse worlds truly was—Roy did not know, nor did Aiwass understand its nature. They simply referred to it as a 'ship' capable of crossing the sea of worlds.

Roy didn't even know how he had obtained that mysterious space. He only vaguely remembered acquiring a strange incantation from somewhere, which he had once absentmindedly recited in his sleep, leading to his first crossing into the world of A Certain Magical Index.

Later, when he died in that world, it seemed he had fulfilled some necessary condition, allowing him to cross back to his original world.

And when Roy once again actively recited that incantation to arrive in the world of Campione, the mysterious space took root within his right hand.

According to Aiwass, the one capable of creating this mysterious space must be far beyond a Magic God—either a "One with Oneself" at the "10=1" level in Aleister's system, or something even beyond that, an existence even Aiwass cannot explain.

Currently, Roy's right hand harbors this mysterious space, while his Third Hand, the Holy Right, holds "all miracles of Christianity." These two right hands are Roy's greatest guarantees for the future.

This ritual to summon a Heretic God, influenced by the mysterious space within Roy's right hand, directly pierced the world's barrier and connected to the Throne in another world. It summoned the Throne Information of that world's King Solomon while also opening a new route for Roy to access that world.

If the old Roy relied on making wishes to the mysterious space, letting the "Ship" carry him across the sea of worlds automatically, the current Roy has now obtained three active world routes: one to the Toaru, one to the Campione world, and the last to this unknown new world where King Solomon resides.

"Let me see just which King Solomon you are!"

Roy's expression was grave as he clenched both fists tightly. No matter which world's King Solomon this was, once he arrived in this world through the Heretic God summoning ritual, he would be a Heretic God—a being Roy, as a Campione, could slay.

At the same time, Roy watched Alice nervously. Since this Solomon's Spiritual Foundation came from another world, the witch's clairvoyance could no longer borrow the power of the Astral Plane. Instead, the witches and hime-mikos present had to supply their own mana, making this Heretic God summoning ritual exceptionally dangerous.

Roy wasn't too concerned about Yuri Mariya, but if this ritual endangered Alice's life, he would terminate it without hesitation. Though he styled himself a "Tyrant," full of lofty ambitions, he also cherished the tenderness of women deeply.

The seventy-two candle flames gradually dimmed. The hime-mikos and witches supplying mana for Alice and Yuri grew exhausted, and soon, even Yuri collapsed to the ground. Only Alice, the most exceptional witch in the world, remained standing, single-handedly completing the summoning ritual.

The Throne Information from another world formed a Spiritual Foundation at the center of the ritual. The rules of the Campione world's Heretic Gods activated, gathering the etheric mana in the atmosphere and humanity's worship and faith toward deities to forge a body. A figure slowly took shape at the ritual's center.

"Guh—!"

Alice spat out blood. Her body had always been frail. Had Roy not continuously infused her with his authorities in the form of essence over the past few days, strengthening her spirit and repairing her worn body, she likely would have already perished from exhaustion.

Even so, Alice was now at her limit. The excessive spiritual energy expenditure had inflicted serious damage, and her rosy cheeks paled once more.

The princess knelt on the ground, her trembling hand brushing aside the platinum blonde strands that fell across her forehead as she forced a weak smile at Roy. "...Your Majesty Roy, I have fulfilled my duty—the ritual is complete."

"You've done well, Alice..."

Roy spoke gently before sharply calling to the knight beside him, "...Erica!"

Erica immediately understood Roy's intent. Chanting a magical incantation, she swiftly moved to Alice's side and carried her away.

The remaining witches and mikos who could still move supported each other as they retreated, their faces filled with terror as they gazed at the emerging figure of the Heretic God. They knew what was coming next—a battle of mythic proportions, a war between a god and the Demon King!

At the center of the ritual, the figure finally manifested completely. It was a tall man, just as described in the Bible—majestic and wise, his slightly pale hair tied into a single ponytail that draped casually over his chest. He wore royal robes of red, white, and black, adorned with golden ornaments around his neck like an ancient Egyptian pharaoh, symbols of his status and authority.

His skin bore a healthy tan, as if often kissed by the sun. His expression was solemn, his gaze intense, exuding an air of regal dignity. Most striking were the ten rings on his fingers and the magical sigils etched onto the back of his hands and arms. At first glance, the golden rings might seem gaudy, but Roy knew they symbolized not wealth—but wisdom!

"King Solomon!"

Roy lowered his head slightly and shouted the question, vast magical energy burning within him. With a thunderous roar, the ground beneath his feet shattered. The instincts of a Campione and the restless blood in his veins told him that the being before him was a Heretic God. Whether he was King Solomon or King David mattered not—now, they would fight to the death!

The first authority of the Holy Right, Hand of Jacob, activated—

"Moses Parts the Sea!"

His raised right hand transformed into a blade, slashing diagonally from upper right to lower left with the force to split the sea. Roy was certain that if King Solomon reacted even slightly slower, this strike would cleave him from left shoulder to right flank, bisecting him in one blow.

A flicker of surprise crossed the solemn king's eyes, as though astonished to find himself in an unfamiliar world. Simultaneously, he seemed to be employing his wisdom, analyzing and observing this new reality.

Only when Roy's hand was inches from his left shoulder did the greatest king of Israel finally raise his own left hand, using a technique similar to Roy's Hand of Jacob to block his wrist.

Roy's strike missed its mark, but he instantly transformed his palm into a fist and struck again. King Solomon, however, opened his hand and caught Roy's punch.

BOOM—————

Their magical energies collided, unleashing a tornado-like gale that shattered the earth and tore through the air. The violent force ripped apart everything in its vicinity. Had the witches and mikos not retreated swiftly, even the residual shockwaves of this clash between Heretic God and Campione would have shredded them to pieces.

"'Hand of Jacob'?"

Roy showed a hint of surprise. The technique used by King Solomon originated from the same source as his own—both were derived from the Bible.

However, he soon came to a realization. Jacob, also known as Israel, was the ancestor of the Israelites. As the greatest king of Israel, it was only natural that Solomon would also be proficient in this combat style.

Leaving aside the man's skills in magic and the like, King Solomon's hand-to-hand combat prowess alone was unparalleled in the world.

Especially since this king was downright unfair. Roy's right fist throbbed faintly with pain. He was fighting bare-handed, while King Solomon was wearing brass knuckles. This made Roy question his earlier assumption—perhaps those rings weren't symbols of wisdom at all, but weapons Solomon used in battle.

"Hold on a moment, sir!"

King Solomon gripped Roy's fist, the two of them locked in a contest of strength. The solemn-faced king spoke, though his tone was unexpectedly lighthearted, even slightly flippant—completely at odds with his dignified royal bearing.

"Could it be that King Solomon wishes to recite his last words and write his will first?"

Roy sneered, his words laced with provocation.

"Hmm, if you would allow me to say my last words, I would be most grateful."

Roy was taken aback, torn between laughter and exasperation.

Though this king carried himself with utmost majesty and spoke with great authority, the content of his words was utterly mismatched with his appearance.

For a moment, Roy wondered if King Solomon was employing his famed wisdom to feign weakness, waiting for an opportunity to turn the tables and strike him down.

Or perhaps, unfamiliar with this new world, he was using words to buy time to adapt to his combat style as a Heretic God?

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