Summoning the Holy Sword

Casabianca—the pure and holy city of white, known as the most dazzling jewel of the Light Mainland, had crumpled completely. Flames wreaked havoc, casting crimson upon the originally white city. The once bustling streets were no longer there. They were replaced with devastation, chaos, and death. People wailing and screaming as they escaped the catastrophe descending from above. But it was a pity that humans could never defy natural disasters.

Yet another wave of golden rain fell from above, bombarding the tall buildings into ruins. Even though there were formidable beings in the Country of Light, they were at a dead end, even if they were godlike in strength, facing the blasts from up to 6,000 magic cannons.

At the same time, the ‘sweeping’ of the surface troops was going on methodically.

Ghouls crawled in the ruins. Although the scent of flames was disturbing to them, the fragrance and tastiness of death and fresh corpses had them oddly excited and their blood racing. They howled, extended their claws, and pounced on their meal, ripping and shredding the fresh, delicious flesh. Before the survivors hidden behind the safety of the broken walls had the chance to feel thankful for their luck, they faced a much more terrifying end to their lives.

“Ah…. Ah… Ah…!”

The scarlet blade hacked effortlessly into a man’s limbs like soft tofu. He collapsed, shrieking mechanically in trembling fear. Standing before him was Shira who had a crazy smile. She gazed with misted eyes at the man who had curled up to the torturous pain and blood gushing out of his wounds as though he were her beloved lover.

“Hahaha… it’s painful, right… don’t you like it? Hahaha… I like it a lot… it is only good when it hurts, don’t you understand? Hahaha… Come. Continue to scream and wail. I like hearing them!”

Ironically, Shira didn’t give the man any more chance to struggle. She swung the large blade in her hand and ‘smacked’ the man. Bam! The unfortunate fellow was crushed into a pile of meat instantly. Shira didn’t even take another look at him. Instead, she dragged the sword and continued strolling forward while shaking her head.

Chaos continued.

A young lady screamed and scrambled, dashing ahead as far as she could. All she heard were the pitiful screams. The houses once familiar to her were entirely destroyed. She didn’t know what happened. Her mind was blank. She charged into the crowd, totally unaware of where she should go and what she should do. But perhaps the others were as equally lost as her. The only thought in their heads was to escape far away from this terrifying massacre immediately. But the situation wasn’t as simple as they had imagined.

Upon hearing the deep explosions from above, Nakvard let out a snort. At this moment, an invisible energy was coalescing in the dark underground hall. The turbid, mysterious, and evil presence was slowly emerging. Even though Rhode’s ambush was a surprise to Nakvard, this was a helpful one for them.

“Young men will always be young men; full of life and vigor. But that’s fine too. Order is being completely shattered and the channel for Chaos is about to open. Thereafter, Chaos shall devour and destroy this world, borrowing the strength of us—humans, and not foreign objects—to destroy everything!”

As Nakvard growled, the surface started trembling. The mysterious ritual drawn from murky stains of blood began to emanate its unique, disturbing radiance. An energy started coalescing into a violent typhoon that displayed its mighty strength and showed signs of a certain presence that was about to appear.

[The threshold of Order has been broken through. The strength of Chaos is starting to infiltrate. Big Brother, they’ve begun.]

Upon hearing his younger sister’s voice, Rhode gazed at the icon before him and the corners of his lips perked up slightly into an odd smile. The ear-deafening, blaring alarm was like a wonderful sound of nature in his ears. Everything was finally heading toward his anticipated trajectory.

“Alright then, let’s wait and see… Launch the third wave of carpet bombing!”

“Big Brother Rhode?”

Lilian gazed at him dubiously.

“Didn’t you say to wait and see?”

“They’ve become too slow, so I shall add some spice for them. Third wave—attack!”

The enormous warship rose and starry lights once again flickered. Shortly after, golden beams erupted and fell like a rainstorm, smearing a thick stroke on the perished city. The blinding color of crimson was as though the bloody flesh from inside a ghastly wound, emerging from the city once again. Destruction, death, chaos, and shattered Order—all of them broke out in full force at this very moment.

Suddenly, a black column of light burst into the sky. Then, an angel glowing in light appeared within it.

He was no longer radiating holiness. His long, golden hair was covered in filth. Even though the fiery sword in his hand was still blazing, the pitch-black, mysterious hue and twisted shape of his armor proved that he was no longer who he was. At this moment, he was howling like a wild animal, glaring fiercely at the massive warship. The aura emanating from his body was dark, murky, and revolting.

He was one of the three archangels—Boulder.

“How is this possible, Boulder…”

“Tsk. I knew this day would come and it seems like I was right. Useless trash will always be useless. It’s not possible for him to turn into Ultraman.”

Rhode criticized, letting out a snort as though he expected this to happen. Lilian covered her mouth in shock. She never thought that Boulder would be stained by Chaos. Rhode turned around.

“It seems like the watchdog is here. Who wants to take him down?” Rhode asked.