A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

"Who is like unto the Beast? Who is able to make war with it?"

The self-questioning phrase resounded as a divine proclamation from the Book of Revelation. It declared to the world that the only entity capable of combating the satanic red dragon or the Beast opposed to Christ was the supreme Archangel Michael.

In Roy's hand, a crimson longsword in the shape of a cross shimmered with holy intensity. Its form was identical to countless depictions of Michael in churches, murals, and sculptures—an embodiment of divine justice. The surging mystical power imbued within its blade made it a sword of judgment against sin.

"Thou art guilty!!"

Roy raised the longsword high, its tip pointing directly at the massive wolf head looming in the sky. With his declaration, he delivered its judgment.

The Sword of Judgment was a divine authority that passed sentence upon the guilty. Should the earth be declared guilty, it could split continents; should the heavens be accused, they could be rent asunder. This authority allowed Roy to impose guilt upon his enemies, regardless of their nature—be they physical objects, abstract concepts, or living beings.

The determination of guilt rested solely upon Roy's comprehension and the magical energy he invested in the act. Although conceptual absolutes like time or world were beyond his current grasp, a tangible entity like the wolf head of Marquis Voban was well within his reach.

The wolf head above finally stopped expanding when its diameter reached nearly 100 meters. It resembled a colossal wolf's skull—completely distinct from the human-wolf hybrid form Marquis Voban had previously assumed. Without hesitation, Roy deduced that if the Marquis were to fully unleash this Authority, its area of destruction would encompass an entire city.

However, large-scale Authorities such as this lose effectiveness against Campiones and Heretic Gods. To overcome this limitation, Marquis Voban had condensed the power into a range of several hundred meters, compressing its magical energy to enhance its destructive potential.

If the wolf's head were allowed to crash down, this entire district would be obliterated.

"Boy, let me teach you a lesson on respect from your elder! Devour them all, Doomsday Wolf!"

The massive wolf skull opened its gaping maw, within which lay a void resembling a black hole. Terrifying suction erupted from its depths, pulling entire skyscrapers apart, their fragments sucked into the abyss. Even asphalt roads, trees, and telephone poles were uprooted, all swallowed by the wolf's gravitational pull.

Panic-stricken screams echoed throughout the streets, but in the face of Marquis Voban's overwhelming power, humanity's resistance was utterly futile. The unfortunate bystanders were dragged skyward like ants, consumed as sustenance for the wolf.

Roy gritted his teeth and braced himself, realizing that the relentless pull of the wolf's maw immobilized him. The predatory force grew stronger as the wolf's head descended. His instincts as a Campione screamed in alarm—should he be sucked in, he would be utterly annihilated, his body pulverized into dust.

"The Doomsday Wolf? Fenrir, the beast from Norse mythology that devoured Odin? But there's no record in the Greenwich Assembly stating that Marquis Voban possesses such an Authority. Could it be one he obtained after slaying an unnoticed Heretic God, one he's never revealed until now?"

Though Roy was surprised by this unknown power, he felt no fear. The wolf's head, a symbol of Ragnarök, had already been declared guilty.

The Sword of Judgment can only assign guilt to one entity per day, but once accused, the cross-shaped blade can effortlessly slice the "sinner" upon contact. In Roy's view, the weapon's true essence lies in its ability to alter "priority." Before this sword, strength and weakness cease to matter, as it manipulates the "hierarchy" of existence. Just as a mortal's spear can pierce the body of a god, all things before this blade are reduced to fragile parchment, where even a feather may become a deadly weapon.

However, the ability is not without its limitations. First, Roy can only change one "priority" per day. Second, execution requires close-range contact. If Aiwass's Usurpation Ritual could enhance it, this ability might evolve further, its potential being limitless.

The enormous wolf head descended from the heavens, devouring the sun and plunging the world into a twilight abyss. Should it strike the ground, Tokyo would be left a wasteland, erased in an instant.

Roy took a deep breath, gripping the cross-shaped blade tightly. With a beat of his wings, he soared upward like an angel depicted in the sacred murals of a church, unwavering as he charged toward the devil. The sword of judgment would rend this beast in twain.

"Face judgment, Wolf of Ragnarök! This is the blade of condemnation!"

Roy lunged toward the wolf's gaping maw. As the dreadful suction reached its apex, the crimson cross-shaped blade flared with brilliance, its edge slashing downward.

"Screeeech——!"

A sound like tearing silk reverberated.

"Aaaaargh——!"

A guttural scream burst forth as Fenrir's colossal skull, capable of devouring gods, was cleaved in half from crown to jaw by Roy's blade. The massive wolf head, along with its black-hole-like suction, dissipated into nothingness. Tokyo, or at least this district, had narrowly been spared. Yet even in this brief skirmish, countless lives had already been lost.

The battle between angel and werewolf raged on, their destruction spreading like wildfire. It seemed as if a war had erupted in Tokyo itself. From the bisected remains of Fenrir's head, Marquis Voban reappeared in his werewolf form, crashing down to earth with a deafening thud.

The werewolf's body bore a deep gash running from head to abdomen. However, Roy's Sword of Judgment had not been able to sever it completely. After all, the blade had judged "Fenrir," not the "pack of greedy wolves." Without the augmentation of its Authority, Roy's divine sword was no more than a finely crafted weapon. Cutting down Marquis Voban's werewolf form with it alone was a far more difficult feat.

Although his muscles were torn asunder, the werewolf's regenerative abilities kicked in. Despite a torrent of blood erupting from his wounds, the ripped flesh began to knit itself back together.

"Boy, you've truly angered me now!"

The werewolf howled, his roar shaking the heavens. Dark clouds swarmed across the sky, blotting out the sun. The storm's fury arrived with a cacophony of wind, rain, and thunder. Nature itself seemed to howl in anger, recreating the apocalyptic disasters of myth.

This was Marquis Vonban's iconic Authority, labeled Storm Und Drang by the Assembly. It was said to have been usurped from Korea's trinity of storm deities: the Wind Master, Rain Master, and Thunder Lord. Though Roy suspected these gods belonged to the Celestial Empire instead, he could only sigh. Truly, the world's "Number One Nation" was audacious enough to rewrite mythology.

Roy released his grip on the sword, letting it vanish. Although the divine weapon remained potent even without its power, Roy had no qualifications to be called a swordmaster. Lacking any skill in swordsmanship, he abandoned the thought of being an Avalon swordsmaster and resumed his role as a fist-fighting champion.

"Moses Parts the Sea!"

Raising his left hand in a knife-like strike, Roy cleaved the storm itself. His hand carried enough force to split the sea, parting the raging winds and torrential rain to create a gap between him and Marquis Voban.

Seizing the moment, Roy accelerated, charging through the opening to confront his foe.

"You seek death, boy!"

Voban, still in his werewolf form, bared his fangs and lunged at Roy.

"Ten Plagues Oppression!"

Roy abruptly shifted from offense to defense, adopting a countering stance—from The Hand of Jacob!