Chapter 502 - 450 : How it Shall End 2 (1/2)

The falling chain was like a huge meteor, destroying everything in its way and sparing no one, living or dead. Actually, the four hundred million undead were reduced to only fifty million, however, those 50 million were the cream of the crop, the best and strongest undead.

As for the white specters, they were supported by the Holy Knights and the Marshall's army so they weren't completely wiped, yet. The battle between the two struggling powers continued and the collateral damage done by falling chains obliterated more than a hundred thousand undead, if not more.

The chains were absurdly big, just like the tentacle that came out of the red gate. Speaking of the disgusting thing, it was still in a bitter struggle with the Fenrir, each going at the other and attacking relentlessly.

The tentacle was only a part of the monster's real body and it was under many limitations so it wasn't able to do much against a real Fenrir. After what seemed an eternity, the tentacle was torn into countless pieces by the Fenrir, which dealt the final blow and bit down the whole thing, ripping it from its main body.

Probably, the only person who had time to watch the battle between the Fenrir and the tentacle is the Matriarch, who was absent-minded from start to finish. She only reacted when a large part of the tentacle fell from above so she was forced to use her flames to get rid of it.

At the same time, she seemed to have snapped out of her long daze. Katrina looked around, inspecting the still unconscious Angelina before shifting her attention to Lucy, who stood next to Arthur, raised her arm, ready to pull the trigger.

A foreign-looking firearm was held by her daughter, it was made from a silver material and was definitely a top grade artifact. Though the distance separating them was big, Katrina could still feel the outrageous amount of Mana flowing through the revolver.

At last, Lucy used her free hand to press on her wrist while clenching the revolver then pulled the trigger with great difficulty. Her target? None other than the two monks, whose faces paled when they saw the incoming projectile. It had a minuscule size, non-threatening appearance and a severe lack of energy, however, were one to look closer, they would notice a monstrous amount of Mana.

The role of Mana was merely to support the bullet and allow it to reach its destination, the rest will be done when it detonates and obliterates its target. In fact, the gunshot was so loud that time seemed to have frozen for a second or two, every heart stopped beating, every eye stopped blinking, everything and everyone became immobile.

At this point of time, a pillar of silver light rose from the ground and stood erect in front of the flying bullet, blocking it from reaching its target. However, what the enemy didn't know is that the bullet will detonate the moment it meets an obstacle, so, when it was met with the silver pillar, a devastating wave spread to all directions, pushing away Arthur, Lucy, Katrina, and everyone else who was close to the impact.

The one who erected the silver pillar was the thrashed monk, who managed to get rid of the Divine Beast for some time and intervene in time so that his comrades can continue their prayers in peace. Unfortunately, by interfering, he caused the bullet to detonate several meters away from him, shattering his silver pillar and flattening his body in the ground while creating an incredibly large crater which had a radius of several dozens of miles.

Dust accumulated in the sky and the red gate was shrouded by the turbulent and whistling winds, the two praying monks were safe, more or less, however, there were no signs of the other monk. He seemed to have completely vanished.

As for Lucy, she was breathing heavily as Arthur supported her with his arms. Right behind them stood a three-headed creature that crouched its body and released a white light which enveloped the woman, healing her disabled arm.

The veins were blocked, blood disappeared from her whole right arm, her muscles were split and her bones turned into dust. Only a being like the Angel of Death can alleviate the pain and slowly heal such a permanent injury.

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The tentacle was gone and all that was left was the still breathing old monks. Saly, who transformed into Fenrir, still had some time before the effect wears off so she decided to attack the old men only to suddenly retreated to the back as a chain thicker than the rest fell from the red gate and drilled into the ground.