The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

15 – Bombma (2)

Gale, the Bombma, developed deep resentment towards the priest who had refused to heal him to the end, turning into a vengeful avenger who distrusted the goddess and hated the inquisitors.

To insult the goddess, he set numerous temples ablaze.

To trample on faith, he brutally murdered countless inquisitors.

And it led to an assault on Beatrice, the saint known as the Earth Mother’s avatar. Although Gale failed in the act of terrorism, he left an indelible trauma on Beatrice by destroying the grand cathedral of the Saboya Republic and bombing numerous priests.

“As expected, I thought you’d target a cathedral in the end. Bombma Gale is nothing but trash cursing faith and inquisitors endlessly. Isn’t that right?”

In his left hand, a pistol,

In his right hand, the crimson Holy Sword stretched out.

And threatening Bombma with his distinctive sharp tri-edge.

As Edanant approached, Gale instinctively stepped back. He repeated steps backward, visibly disconcerted, as if recalling something. The image of the ‘monster’ that brutally slaughtered his subordinates kept overlapping with the man in front of him.

“Where the hell did this guy roll in from? Why the hell with that monster and…!”

A thunderous roar covered the interior of the cathedral.

Subsequently, sharp gunfire rang out, signaling the beginning in earnest.

Taang-! Taang-!!

Bullets fired with each shot.

In response, Gale contorted his face and hurled a bomb.

Whoooooah!!!

A collision of bombs and bullets triggered a massive explosion.

Fierce flames engulfed the ceiling, and a violent shockwave swept through the interior of the cathedral as the explosion erupted.

“Fortunately, it seems the explosion didn’t trigger the explosives outside the cathedral with too much force. But if the bombma suddenly goes berserk, it could become dangerous,” Edanant muttered, furrowing his brow, as he swung Aldbaran.

Swoosh-.

He cleared the surrounding smoke in one sweep, securing his line of sight.

Then, aiming at Gael, who was trying to retrieve a new bomb, he pulled the trigger.

“Ugh!”

The fired bullet pierced through Gael’s shoulder.

Blood and flesh spilled out.

Gael glared at Edanant with a more sinister expression, but the wound from the bullet quickly healed. Witnessing the monstrous and otherworldly regenerative ability, Edanant furrowed his brow. The wound healed instantly because magical energy flowed out at that moment.

“Kill that damn bastard right now! Leave nothing but ashes… Burn it all!!” he shouted mercilessly.

As the desperate scream echoed, villains lurking in the background, armed with bombs and explosive weapons, were deployed.

Explosive Squad.

A mercenary group armed with bombs and explosive weapons.

Dark villains clad in ominous cloaks surrounded Edanant, holding bombs in their hands.

────!!!

They aimed the barrels connected to fuel tanks on their backs.

In that moment,

Flames that seemed to burn to the bone erupted.

A flame thrower, mixed with oil and tar, a weapon that horrifically incinerated fleeing citizens in the explosion. The mass release of flames engulfed Edanant, who was surrounded.

“Cough!”

“Kraaack!!”

He must have turned into charcoal.

As the villains who used the flame thrower stared at the raging fire, a flash occurred.

A scarlet blade unleashed a sword dance.

Slicing through even the burning flames, the flying sword strikes beheaded the villains surrounding Edanant. Heads lost their owners in unison, and blood fountains gushed out as lifeless heads rolled on the ground.

“How… How on earth…!”

Streams of fire that had erupted from all directions hung in the air, frozen in place as if time had stopped the moment Aldebaran’s blade swept through.

This is not a metaphor.

In the aftermath of Aldebaran’s blade, everything came to a standstill, akin to time freezing. Gale and his subordinates were petrified by the inexplicable phenomenon that defied any rational explanation. The sight of the massive fireball suspended in mid-air seemed like something out of a dream. The frozen flames extinguished abruptly only after Edanant departed, much like candles snuffed out.

“Ugh, aaaaargh!”

“It’s a monster! He’s a monster!”

Edanant charged forward.

In response, the monsters screamed in terror, having lost their composure. Aldebaran’s blade gleamed.

With every flicker of the radiant light, blood fountains erupted alongside the screams of the damned.

The ruthless slaughter, devoid of any hint of emotion, was as sharp as the honed blade itself. Witnessing Edanant mercilessly repeating the carnage and creating a river of blood, Gale recalled the name of the monster that had remained a source of fear despite the passing years.

“Damn it! Maximilian… What the hell is your connection with Maximilian!”

“…”

As if wailing in agony, Bombardier shouted.

Edanant, with the Holy Sword stained with blood and flesh, raised his head.

A heavy silence settled in.

It felt as if he had encountered Maximilian, a recurring figure in nightmares.

Even the twisted appearance drenched in blood resembled Maximilian and his signature weapon. The emotionless gaze intensified the fear. Clearly, there was some connection to Maximilian; otherwise, how could they be so alike?

“…”

There was no response to the desperate cry.

Instead, Edanant produced a dark, ink-like substance, reminiscent of gunpowder, as he had done when hunting the demons.

The scattered darkness coalesced into the shape of a musket. Gradually, the muzzle of the musket, like a jaguar, pointed at the enemies who had lost their will to fight. The musket of darkness aimed with unwavering precision, passing judgment on the traitors who had raised rebellion as if condemning them to death.

“That… Is that the power of protection? No, there’s no way such ominousness could be a protection! I’ve faced countless protections, but I’ve never seen anything like that!”

The innate power inherited from mythical beings or acquired through extraordinary feats, later passed down through generations, was referred to as “protection.”

Examples included those who received protection from a red dragon, like Princess Rudmila, among countless other owners of such abilities.

However,

That was protection but not protection.

Gale witnessed an ability that lacked any semblance of sacredness, an ability that sent shivers down his spine.

“Wait, could it be…! Are you serving heresy? Surely, that must be the blessing of the erased god!”

Gael, who had despised faith throughout his life and scorned the leaders of the sect, had a thorough knowledge of the so-called blessing known as the grace of the god.

It was a power derived from heresy.

The sect’s blessing, carefully restricted and concealed by the prosperous kingdom, was unmistakable.

It was nothing less than a blasphemy, a thorough repudiation of the goddess Gail, revered by many kingdoms that envied the Valtaria Empire. Naturally, accepting the blessing of the sect was considered an unforgivable sin under any circumstances.

“So, it’s not easy to use. It must be completely hidden to avoid detection.”

The muskets of muted light spewed fire.

Ta-ha-ang!

Over 40 muskets roared simultaneously.

As soon as the gunfire subsided, the assailants who had occupied the cathedral all collapsed like a beehive. Gael, who had confronted Edanant head-on, suffered the same fate. He turned into a wretched rag, covered in dozens of gunshot wounds all over his body.

“Cough…! Cough, cough…!”

A horrific male figure spewed blood, writhing in agony.

Not yet.

It’s not over yet.

He cannot die until he erases every divine being in existence.

With bloodshot eyes, he glared at Edanant, displaying a desperate and intense resolve.

“Now, let’s go for the second round, Bombma Gael.”

Rumble…

Rumble, rumble…

Is it an expression of determination to achieve revenge?

The torn and tattered body of Bombma quickly regenerated.

Even grotesque flesh-like masses bubbled up, starting to grow larger like foam.

The once pitiful and diminutive Bombma Gael transformed into a giant. As the flesh-covered body gradually turned into rough muscles, the monster opened its mouth wide and let out a scream. Simultaneously, a vile magic spewed out, filling the interior of the cathedral as if to overwhelm it.

“Graaahhhh!”

It couldn’t be anything other than a tremendous force.

The scream emanating from the physique that spanned five yards was truly awe-inspiring.

Disgustingly twisted.

No wonder he stubbornly survived like a cockroach.

Edanant briefly licked his lips at the sight of the constantly wriggling muscles.

“Maximilian!! Maximi-li-li-li-li-an!!”

Gael, whose regenerative abilities had even consumed his intellect, unleashed a savage roar when Maximilian called him Edanant, spewing forth a cruel vitality. His eyes blazed like burning sulfur, revealing a readiness to pounce at any moment.

Thick shoulder muscles covered his neck.

Both arms, encased in muscles like clubs, resembled maces.

And his torso boasted robust muscles like a full-body armor-clad infantryman.

How many bullets would it take to kill that thing?

Damn it.

There’s only one way to find out.

At least the firepower was unmatched in the Holy Maiden’s party.

At Edanant’s gesture, the meager forty muskets expanded to a hundred. Muskets deployed in the air all aimed at the muscular mass before them.

“Don’t call me by that damn name! This bastard!”

“Grrrrrrrrr!”

The blade of the sacred sword was aimed, and the muskets began their barrage.

In response, a giant beast leaped with all four legs, pounding the ground.

Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!

Will the bullets pierce through?

Or will they be devoured by the muscles?

Ultimately, that would determine the course of the battle.

Even as the giant advanced like a tank, Edanant remained still. As if expecting the monstrous arrogance to be thwarted by the barrage of bullets, the muscle-covered beast raised its thick fist like a club, ready to trample such arrogance.