Ch.191Love and Jealousy: The Correlation – 4

Christine regenerated her severed wings and straightened her body, spreading her broken wings wide again. After completing the restoration of her divine power in less than a second, she soared into the sky.

In the distance, Serena, who had collided with Christine while surrounded by blue flames, was dusting herself off and drawing her Wind Shear, vigilantly scanning her surroundings.

Eyes of amber containing darkness comparable to the abyss carefully examined the transparent sword in her hand—a blade that perfectly reflected Serena’s will, maintaining semi-permanent power.

Had it been an ordinary sword, it would have self-destructed without properly wielding the power possessed by that heretic. Christine vaguely sensed this fact.

Even the divine power Christine was using was only possible because she possessed the faith and belief to withstand the backlash of divine possession.

An ordinary human would have their soul burned away the moment they were touched by even a fragment of divinity, and even the most exceptional saint could, at best, use a portion of that power at the cost of their physical life.

‘The power to cut through concepts, you say.’

Christine recalled her wings being effortlessly severed each time that heretic swung her sword.

The fact that her wings of divine power, which fully manifested the power of God, were cut off by a mere sword swing was because the power contained within it twisted causality.

Since the existence of her wings was denied, they naturally had to be severed. How could they maintain their form when the very concept of wings sprouting from her back had been erased?

Yet Christine regenerated her wings as if it were the most natural thing.

By all logic, since their existence had been cut away, she should not have been able to regenerate her wings at all, and even if she had, they should have disappeared as soon as they regrew.

Of course, Christine did not follow this logic. Rather, she defiantly created new wings each time they were cut away and continued fighting.

The reason was simple. Christine possessed the power of God, and thus could naturally exert power that could only be described as a “miracle.”

How could she completely ignore broken causality and the denial of existence to recreate her wings? How could she remain perfectly alive despite life itself being erased?

Because it was a miracle. Because a miracle is turning the impossible into the possible. That was the concept of divine power that Christine possessed.

If one succeeds at something possible, it is merely expected or proper, never called a miracle. Even accomplishing something seemingly difficult is not described as a miracle.

That which is absolutely impossible. That which has been definitively declared impossible. A god descended to earth was a being who accomplished such things.

“Did you think you could kill me? Did you truly think you could kill me, who is watched over by God?”

“It’s not impossible. Next time, I’ll split your head in half.”

Seeing Serena rise again while dusting off the soot, Christine spread her wings wide. On her chest remained a single diagonal slash wound. A wound she had deliberately not regenerated.

Noticing Serena’s blue eyes fixed on that wound, Christine smirked and cupped her breasts with her hands, lifting them slightly. Their substantial weight settled in her hands.

Serena’s eyes twitched.

“Are you envious of these?”

Christine’s small hands could not fully grasp even one breast, yet she held one in each hand, inevitably sinking her palms into the underside of her breasts.

“I suppose you would be. God would not feel any lust for such a meager body as yours. Are you wagging your tongue before God with such a pitiful body?”

The mockery ended quickly. Christine immediately released her breasts, which bounced once heavily under gravity before resuming their subtle rise and fall with her breathing.

Serena made no reply to the taunt. Instead, she aimed her Wind Shear, vowing to herself that she would definitely carve out those damned lumps of fat.

“What are you doing? Planning to rub against each other? Should I lay out a mat for you?”

And right beside Serena came a familiar voice. It was Olivia. Serena reflexively raised her Wind Shear to block her side.

A loud bang echoed. Despite surrounding herself with mana and defending with Wind Shear, she couldn’t fully reduce the impact, as Serena’s legs lifted off the ground and she flew backward quite a distance.

Christine immediately lost interest in Serena and lunged toward Olivia. Charlotte was pushing back the surging black mana with blue mana while drawing magic circles behind her.

Serena twisted her body in mid-air. She lowered her stance by bending her knees, held Wind Shear vertically, and tried to stop herself by pressing down with both hands, creating friction with the ground.

A pitch-black meteorite crashed down on top of her. Remarkably, neither Christine, Charlotte, nor Olivia showed any concern about this fact.

If she was alive, she would escape on her own; if she was dead, good riddance. Either way, there was nothing to lose. Even if she was alive, they could just kill her.

“Yes. You too. Women trying to take my master away. Yes. You must die too. Die, die, die, die, die…!”

Olivia growled as she grabbed Christine’s fist. Christine, with an emotionless face, caught Olivia’s fist in return. Their clenched fists trembled.

With each holding the other’s left wrist with their right hand, their test of strength continued.

“Even though my God has descended upon me, you deny this fact? The sin of not believing in God must be paid with your life.”

“God descended? On someone like you?”

Olivia’s grip on Christine’s wrist tightened. The sound of wrist bones slightly dislocating could be heard. Her black eyes filled with hatred, then suddenly changed to mockery as if she had remembered something.

Momentarily confused by this rapid emotional shift, Christine, recognizing those eyes from before, gritted her teeth.

She felt she knew what words would come next without having to hear them.

“But I’m the one truly connected to Master, aren’t I? You, are you still carrying around a uterus? Since it seems useless anyway, why not just get rid of it?”

“That filthy mouth—”

“A seed pouch that will remain empty forever has no meaning, does it?”

That was the decisive blow.

Christine headbutted Olivia’s forehead. Bang! The sound was so dull and massive that it was hard to believe it came from two heads colliding. The shockwave was an added bonus.

Olivia’s head was pushed back slightly before returning forward with an equally powerful headbutt. An identical explosive sound was heard, and Christine’s head was pushed far back. Her body staggered greatly.

It was an exchange that clearly revealed the difference in power. A gap where she wasn’t completely overwhelmed, but certainly couldn’t win easily either.

Christine was feeling exactly the same emotion that Charlotte had felt.

It was due to the difference in when they had obtained their powers.

No matter how much Serena, Christine, and Charlotte had gained abilities rivaling gods and creators, they had acquired these powers less than 10 minutes ago. It was impossible for them to wield them perfectly.

In contrast, Olivia had built up understanding of her powers over hundreds of years while trying to avoid annihilation in the dimensional rift.

She had once tried to wipe out all humans on the continent, and although it was a fragmentary battle where she was one-sidedly overwhelmed, she had fought against a god descended to earth.

She had even invaded Lair and devoured dragons’ souls in her quest for power. Having wielded black mana for such a long time, she was naturally superior to the other three.

No matter how strong Serena, Christine, and Charlotte had been before, it was natural for Olivia to have the advantage in a world beyond the limits of the soul.

Rather, the fact that they could even establish a fight with Olivia, who had lived hundreds of years longer, despite having gained their powers only about 10 minutes ago, spoke to their incredible talent.

“So, just die. Someone like you is no help to the love between my master and me.”

With those final words, the light disappeared from her black pupils.

Black mana began to seep out of Olivia. Divine power and black mana collided, creating repulsion. The space around them began to bubble.

“I shall gladly assist.”

Charlotte snapped her fingers.

The torrent of black mana had long been erased from Charlotte’s world. Magic circles appeared in the sky, and from within them poured rain of fire and sulfur, covering the ground.

It was a spell cast with the intention of killing Olivia while also killing Serena and Christine.

Serena was not one to stand by and watch. After slicing through the meteorite along with the space it occupied and gathering mana, she kicked off the ground and rushed at Charlotte. Black flames followed in her wake.

The space where the four fought had literally formed a scene from hell.

Due to Christine, the sunlight of divine power, which designated everything in the world as heresy and sought to purify it with white flames, illuminated the entire area.

Due to Charlotte, red rain composed of fire, sulfur, and magma poured down like a shower, and rivers of flame and lava flowed across the ground.

Due to Olivia, black flames spread and blazed like wildfire. Flames burned atop flames, flames burned atop lava, and flames burned atop divine power.

The blackness that covered the white and red, spreading darkness, evoked images of land withering from a plague.

“What a waste of effort.”

Yet, even such a hellscape dared not approach one place.

The vicinity of Serena.

With each flash of Wind Shear, divine power, blue mana, and black mana were all swept away with equal impartiality.

Her blue eyes emotionlessly surveyed the battlefield. Nothing had changed compared to when they first met. This remained true even after her soul was liberated and she gained power beyond.

Except that the number of opponents to kill had increased from two to three. Serena slightly twisted Wind Shear and took her stance.

No one here intended to give up the boy. For love, and for happiness. This fight would only end when three out of the four lay dead.

Or if the only person who could stop all four of them appeared.