A Certain Multiverse's Holy Right

"You dare!"

Marquis Voban's furious roar shook the air as the ancient Campione staggered under the sheer power of Roy's authority, The Face of God.

Through Roy's visage, the Marquis beheld something far greater—a divine presence wreathed in radiant, eternal light. The brilliance was overwhelming, like a thousand suns searing through his very soul. It burned his eyes and flooded his mind with a dreadful holiness that forced him to avert his gaze and instinctively shut his lids tight.

"What treachery...?!" he snarled, his hunched frame quivering with suppressed rage and pain. The curse-like effect of Roy's authority infiltrated his body, corrupting his mana flow and forcing his formidable limbs to stiffen like lead. He even felt a metallic tang in his throat as blood trickled from his nose.

"The Saint Subdues the Dragon!"

Roy's low chant echoed like a war cry, and the ground beneath him gave way as he launched forward with explosive force. A hole formed where he once stood, and with his fist charged with enough power to subdue a dragon, Roy struck Voban squarely in the chest.

"Crack!"

A deep, bone-jarring thud resounded as the blow connected. Marquis Voban's massive frame was hurled like a cannonball, shattering through the suite walls and flying into the Tokyo skyline. The collision sent shards of glass and steel raining down upon the streets below, eliciting panicked screams from the crowds.

"Alice, stay alert. Voban's undead thralls may be lurking nearby."

Though Roy's strike was immensely powerful—enough to reduce an ordinary person to a bloody paste—he knew a single punch wouldn't be enough to finish a seasoned Campione like Voban. Especially not one with as many defensive tricks as the Marquis. Since when he punched the Marquis he felt like he only touched fur.

Alice, still regaining her composure, clutched the coat Roy had draped over her. Her expression was worried but firm.

"Don't worry about me, King Roy. Few knights or magicians could pose a threat to me, even in this state. Instead be cautious—Marquis Voban has dominated the world for over two centuries. He is not an easy foe to defeat."

Her concern was genuine, and her pale features betrayed her inner fear. Still, she forced a smile, determined to show her support.

Roy glanced back at her briefly with his right hand in his specially sewn pocket, his crimson cloak rippling as he stepped to the broken edge of the hotel.

"The sages of the Assembly owe me their thanks. Your guidance on the strengths and weaknesses of the other Campione has been invaluable. Voban doesn't know much about me, but I know plenty about him. Information is my edge in this fight."

"Then allow me to wish you triumph, O King." Alice's lips curled into a faint smile, her tone teasing yet sincere.

"If you still have so much leisure, then go help Erica and Lili!"

"King, you are really asking too much of a frail damsel like me… But since I like those girls as well, I will try my best to help." Alice said this in a cheerful manner. This woman who revealed in chaos, showed her true nature when her life didn't hang in the balance.

"Alright, I'll leave this to you then."

...

"Holy! Holy! Let my radiance flood the heavens and the earth!"

After getting Alice's reassurance Roy began chanting another set of sacred words. A surge of divine energy erupted around him as he activated his sixth authority: Lord of Radiance.

Behind him, massive flaming wings unfurled, their brilliance illuminating the skies of Tokyo. Above his head, a golden halo appeared, with a cross embedded at its center. On the right side of the cross, a sword; on the left, a set of scales—symbols of Michael, the heavenly prince.

In an instant, Roy's form blurred as he activated Godspeed. He transformed into a streak of light and fire, slicing through the air as he pursued Voban's trajectory.

Marquis Voban as an enemy has the worst compatibility with Roy. Roy's authorities are all suitable for quick battles, while Marquis who has too many authorities, is very suitable for long protracted battles. The battle between the two is a contest between Roy's ability to end the battle before the effect of his own authorities ends, or whether Marquis can withstand Roy's violently swift offensive and win the protracted battle.

However, Roy still had absolute confidence in himself, because his authorities hid a final trump card, which is a sure kill move that will bring victory as long as it is used. He only needs to fulfil all the prerequisite conditions for its usage before activating it.

With only ten minutes of time to use, Roy exceeded the laws of physics for mortals and reached the place in which Marquis landed in a blink.

Marquis Voban had landed in a park miles away, the ground beneath him cratered from the impact. Yet, he rose with a savage grin, his body already shifting.

The old man's form warped grotesquely, expanding and contorting. His wolf-like features magnified until he stood as a towering, ten-meter-tall werewolf, his body radiating sheer primal fury. His fur gleamed with a steely luster, and his emerald eyes burned with savage malice.

"HAHAHA! The hunt begins anew! My loyal hounds, let us rip him to shreds!"

With a deep, guttural howl, Voban summoned his thralls. Around him, dozens of lifeless bodies began to stir. They rose with agonizing groans, their flesh warping and sprouting coarse gray fur as they transformed into werewolves. These were the Marquis's infamous undead servants, victims he had personally slain and branded with his authority.

"AWOOOO!"

The pack of werewolves let out chilling howls before leaping high into the air, their sights set on Roy. Over a dozen monstrous figures soared skyward, creating a scene of wolves encircling an angel.

Roy's expression darkened as he witnessed the wolf pack closing in. He could evade them easily with his Godspeed, but he had no intention of squandering his limited time battling Voban's minions. He raised his right hand and chanted another spell:

"Angels of Heaven, sound the trumpets of judgment!"

At his command, the skies above Tokyo resonated with the sound of seven divine trumpets. A massive gate of light appeared, and from it descended a legion of glowing angels, each bearing neither gender nor mortal flaws. Their luminescence filled the battlefield, casting shadows upon the scrambling mortals below.

This was the might of the authority- Sound the Seventh Trumpet!

"It's an angel! The angels have come to save us!"

"God above, deliver us!"

"What are these monsters?! Wolves in Tokyo? This has to be a nightmare!"

"I am a believer, I am a true believer!! Lord, please bless me, please save me!"

"…"

The streets of Tokyo were a cacophony of screams, cries, and prayers. Panicked civilians fled in every direction, dodging collapsing buildings and overturned cars as the battle between divine and demonic forces spilled over. People who lost their lives, got turned into werewolves. This spread an even greater terror.

First the people around thought that the angels were there to save them, but soon their minds changed.

Roy's summoned angels clashed with the werewolves, their weapons glowing with heavenly light. Though individually weaker than the werewolves, the angels fought valiantly, their numbers compensating for their individual strength.

But their battle caused as much destruction as it prevented. Skyscrapers buckled under the pressure, and roads were torn asunder. Vehicles were crushed like tin cans, and terrified citizens could do nothing but pray amid the chaos. It was like a scene straight out of a doomsday film.

"Boy! Show me if your bark has bite, or will you crumble beneath my claws? Let's see if you can entertain me!"

Voban's booming laughter echoed as his monstrous form shifted again. The werewolf's limbs contracted and swelled grotesquely, merging into a massive, grotesque beast. He morphed into a colossal wolf head, over a hundred meters in diameter, pulsating with raw mana.

Roy's face hardened. He could feel the oppressive weight of Voban's power, and he knew he could not hold back.

"Who can contend with this Beast? Who dares to battle it?"

Roy extended his right hand, and the air around his shoulder shimmered like a mosaic with distortion. A brilliant, crimson sword materialized in his grasp—the cross-shaped blade of judgment.

With his sixth authority, The Sword of Judgment, Roy prepared to face the full wrath of Marquis' move.