Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"How can this be?"

The shocking phenomenon before her eyes made Janice's blood boil. Her face flushed and she let out a surprised sound.

She gathered the faith of two billion people, and the Apostle Cross, who was proud of it, failed to defeat the enemy with one blow.

If Roland had simply done this, the girl would not have found it strange.

After all, the other party is a key figure in the scientific field.

He single-handedly created a new system, disrupted the current world balance, and forced the Pope to personally order a crusade.

It would be strange if such a person would be killed instantly.

But...why wasn't there any damage at all?

It's not an offset, it's not a collision of energy, and it's not an offset.

The power that made her Apostle Cross unable to advance an inch and was unable to move was merely a deep red hexagonal crystal wall that did not even cause a ripple.

Although Janice had used all her strength to try to smash the polygon in front of Roland and the sneer on his mouth.

But, it can't be done.

What cannot be done cannot be done.

No matter how hard she tried, the sword in her hand remained motionless.

This is no longer a question of a difference in strength, but something far more terrifying.

"Asshole! I'm going to make you take that back!"

After realizing this, the girl let out a cry of unwillingness.

Those beautiful pupils were completely soaked in anger and were filled with bloodshot.

As the saying goes, don't expose someone's shortcomings when you scold him.

As a devout believer, Janice remains calm and composed when her teachings are misinterpreted, her actions are mocked, or even when her enemies sneer at her in times of trouble.

Because in her opinion, there is no need to argue with heretics or pagans.

After all, no matter how eloquent they are, it cannot change the fact that the Roman Orthodox Church is the most powerful force in the world.

It was because of this hugeness that Janice was able to escape from her wandering life and had the luck to start a new life, so she has always been grateful from the bottom of her heart to the Roman Orthodox Church itself and the believers who made up all of this.

It is precisely because of this loyalty that she can become the master of the Fish for Dinner ritual at such a young age.

Unexpectedly, Roland did not play by the rules at all. He did not use scientific sophistry to ridicule her sect. He simply accepted her attack and gave a contemptuous evaluation in the calmest manner.

It was as if stating some unshakable fact.

But she couldn't refute it.

Therefore, even if not for herself, she must win for the honor of the sect.

"call out--!"

Driven by the girl's faith, the fantasies of countless believers once again turned into divine punishment.

Thousands of flashes of light, carrying a terrifying aura, streaked across the sky like meteors.

And this was just the first wave of the offensive.

Endless and never-ending.

With the 2 billion-fold increase, even the daytime sky was dyed with dazzling colors again.

Even Janice herself did not expect this scene.

With the support of all the believers, I can actually become this powerful.

"Don't even think about getting away with it!"

At the moment when Janice used the spirit of words to strengthen her faith, the Apostle Cross in her hand suddenly lit up with a low chime.

The sacred light poured into the tip of the sword and sank into the void like a bomb that was about to explode.

This is a symbol of the true power of this spiritual garment being activated.

St. Peter's most famous achievement is that he was the first Pope of Christianity. It can be said that it was because of his existence that Christianity had the foundation to become the world's largest faith.

His relics are of the essence of turning everything in favor of Roman Orthodoxy by dominating everything material and spiritual within its sphere of influence.

As Janice exploded without caring about herself, the temperature of the air suddenly soared.

The overflowing light turned into a raging flame, no longer in the form of a point, but in the form of a surface, tightly wrapped around Roland and the barrier around him, burning endlessly.

"laugh--"

A fragmented sound was heard, visible cracks appeared in the space, and the distorted atmosphere emitted a dying wail.

Only the endless flames were left, still burning loudly.

Although the power of divine punishment can automatically identify friend or foe, in the face of such terrifying power, Janice's hands still showed signs of burns.

She had reached her limit, and the best proof of this was the fact that her body felt extremely tired despite the power of the dinner fish.

The girl gasped for breath and looked at the sea of ​​fire in front of her.

“Should we stop?”

Even if one has extensive combat experience, facing someone beyond common sense, such experience is of little use.

Therefore, Janice hesitated.

He hesitated whether he had won or not, whether he should continue in the current situation until he passed out, or save his last bit of strength for Kamijou Kaori and the Index of a Certain Scientific Railgun beside him.

Fortunately, her distress did not last long.

"It's not a good habit to be distracted during a battle."

A gentle and calm voice came from the swaying sea of ​​fire.

Janice's heart trembled, and she looked up suddenly.

What caught her eye was a young man standing tall with his back to the sea of ​​fire.

He patted his shoulders casually, his movements as natural as brushing off the snow on his shoulders.

Then, the flames of divine punishment, formed by the faith of countless people and never ending, fell down.

Roland moved forward step by step, and the AT force field in front of him also moved inch by inch.

But what was incredible was that Janice, who was holding the hilt of the sword, did not feel any force pushing her back.

Suddenly, with the girl's stunned expression, the tip of her sword seemed to be swallowed up and gradually merged into the true red crystal wall.

No, rather than integration, return is a more appropriate description.

The faith transformed from the believers' spirits is like a fish swimming upstream or a moth flying into a flame.

When they touched that force field, they were decomposed into pure spiritual light and returned to the vortex.

This was completely the opposite of Janice's previous behavior.

Under the influence of the dinner fish, this area became a place where the wills of believers gathered to call for divine punishment.

In the face of such a huge number, her own existence is simply insignificant. She is just a carrier that passively bears the force and is pushed forward.

However, surrounded by the same will, it was the spirits of the believers that disappeared. Roland, on the other hand, exuded a strong sense of presence, as if the entire world could not accommodate him alone.

"This is a hatred shared by two billion people..."

Janice moaned in her sleep.

"In terms of the miracle of converting spiritual power into material things, it is really great to unify the concept with the common understanding of the miracle of the Son of God and to harness it with the holy relics of the Twelve Apostles."

Seeing the almost frozen astonishment on the girl's face, Roland's mouth corners slightly raised.

"But it's so unfortunate. In this regard, the gap between you and me cannot be described by the word 'era', but rather..."

He tilted his head and chuckled.

"——It should be the world." Magical Index is a world with unique advantages. The overlapping phases and the huge world origin make it superior to many worlds at the starting point.

For Type-Moon magicians, apart from the path of seeking truth by becoming one with the root and losing oneself, the only orthodox path is the path of the magician of the Five Great Laws.

In Magical Index, there are far more than one demon god who is closer to the truth than the magician, and the remaining paths are even more varied.

But precisely because of this, the existence of this world carries a kind of arrogance that even the world itself is not aware of.

This is not because of temperament or character, but because of the difference in environment.

Just like people living in powerful countries always have a barrier against the value of peace.

Just like Type-Moon's Age of Gods magician simply does not understand the modern mage's desire and pursuit for magic.

The fish for dinner is like this. It controls the faith of one-third of the human race and can also rely on the huge Christian aspect, which is why the Roman Orthodox Church created this ritual.

The funny thing is, one of the purposes of creating it was even to kill the demon who had reached the extreme of magic.

When Roland read this conclusion from Janice's mind, he had to work hard to suppress the urge to sneer out loud.

He clearly has no idea what kind of existence the demon is, but he can draw such a ridiculous conclusion based solely on his performance in the material world.

It's like seeing Jotaro Kujo and Oura beat someone into the hospital after a long time and then thinking you can go up and fight him.

Little do you know that if the opponent doesn't hold back, one punch can blow up half of your body.

The same is true for the devil. Before he understands how the world exists, he uses his power to act recklessly, and ends up creating his own cage.

The longer he stayed in this world, the more he would understand this.

What blocks the progress of life is never the gap between wisdom and nature, but arrogance.

A powerful world is certainly worth pursuing, but the efforts made when you are weak will often be rewarded in another way.

"The faith of two billion people? On the other hand, there are only two billion people. If it is just this level, you are not even qualified to touch me. After all..."

The beast's persona was forged from the sins of six billion people.

The Tree of Life, which is promoted by half of the lives in the human world through the cause and effect of the world.

The world-devouring sword forged by itself using the origin and laws of the universe.

Everything may be just mediocre gains at the beginning, but when the right opportunity comes, they will become the crown of God held in the palm of your hand.

"Too small."

This sentence was not meant to be sarcastic, but rather a sincere sigh from Roland.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and took the Apostle's Cross in Janice's hand.

Suddenly, under the girl's stunned gaze.

The spiritual suit that controlled everything and would surely lead the Orthodox Church to victory suddenly made a crisp sound like breaking glass.

With most of the faith being devoured, even the relics of the apostles can only retain the last bit of strength to hold on.

If it was St. Peter who was resurrected, there might be a little more variables.

But if one has no will and relies entirely on some special skills for victory or defeat, then he is nothing more than a prop in the face of true strength.

In the presence of the Beast of Revelation, even the apostles of the Son of God are no different from children.

"Kacha——"

Roland applied a little force with his five fingers, and spider-web-like cracks instantly covered the sword.

"do not want!"

This instantly woke Janice up, and she struggled to grasp the hilt of the sword, trying to pull it out of Roland's hand.

But without the Dinner Fish ritual, even if she performed at her best, this speed was nothing to mention in the eyes of those with strong magnetic fields.

Roland just raised his eyebrows and raised his hand.

With the Apostle Cross in the hands of the two men as the center, the girl's soft and delicate body flew directly up and hung in the air like a long whip.

Then, when Janice realized what was going to happen next and her face changed drastically, Roland had already swung his hand down mercilessly.

"Oh!"

In the blink of an eye, the Apostle's Cross turned into flying fragments, and the petite nun lay on the ground unnaturally, losing the ability to fight again.

"Okay, the annoying guys have been dealt with."

Roland clapped his hands and looked up into the distance.

"It's time to get down to business."

The contact just now was enough for him to obtain the location of the spiritual equipment and the person who activated him through conceptual communication.

He was not so tolerant as to use these props as pawns to gloss over the premeditated attack. He had to at least let the Roman Orthodox Church behind them realize his good habit of reciprocity.

"Since you are using such a precious relic as the Apostle's Cross, I can't be too stingy,"

"So, as a return gift, I will let you see what the real ..."

Roland groaned, revealed a malicious smile, and opened his hands.

In the palm of his hand, a blood-red cross of light rose slowly like the morning sun towards the horizon.

"——The Apostle's Cross."

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"The so-called Janice troops are nothing but a bunch of useless people seeking fame and reputation!"

Standing in front of the church, looking at the unconscious choir leader, the cardinal made a disdainful sound.

"I activated the Apostle Cross and gave them the Fish of Dinner spell, but I couldn't achieve any results."

"If we can't accomplish this, we should at least kill as many scientific heretics as possible!"

"Anyway, they are all lambs who have lost the Lord's favor. Even if more of them die, it is the punishment they deserve!"

The old man, who was over fifty years old, roared angrily.

"Those useless nuns should be thankful that they were captured. Otherwise, even if they come back, their fate will be to enter the Inquisition and become criminals used as waste!"

The cardinal cursed several times before he managed to calm down his anger and looked at the cross in the center of the church.

There, several priests were busying around it.

"Are you not ready yet? After the Apostle Cross is used up, it must be quickly resealed. There cannot be any mistakes."

"Yes--"

The priests who were already extremely busy raised their heads subconsciously and responded.

Then, they all froze in place at the same time.

"Ok?"

Such a bold move made the bishop's expression even more ferocious, but before he could continue to scold, the whistling sound of a falling meteor made him freeze in place.

Because a huge vortex has formed in the center of the thick clouds.

A blood-red cross of light was wrapped in the center, pointing directly to the sky above the Vatican.

It shone brightly like the blazing sun, covering an area of ​​dozens of kilometers with such intense light that it could burn the retina if looked directly at.

For a religious sanctuary with a total area of ​​less than one kilometer, its huge size seems even a little ridiculous.

But only those who have truly been in it can understand the horror of having their throat blocked, being unable to utter a single word, and having their body stiff and unable to move.

Only a look of inexplicable horror could reveal a horror that was not even one-tenth of what they felt in their hearts.

"God..."

He only had time to utter a sound that was either a sigh or a whine before a shining cross fell from the sky.

The next moment, a bright light like the center of a nuclear explosion lit up half the sky and completely submerged the city. (End of this chapter)