Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 300: Wanna Fight? ’Saitama Face’

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As the resounding hymn began, the 'Teachings of God,' inscribed in the form of religious scriptures in every corner of the world, seemed to activate.

The oxygen in the atmosphere instantly ignited.

Even hydrogen, as if possessing consciousness, eagerly participated, abruptly raising the flame's temperature by several levels—Incandescent flames suddenly appeared around Haru, forming a massive ring of fire that converged towards him.

Narbareck's legs instantly powered up—

Like a bolt of lightning, ignoring the surging flames, she charged directly into the incandescent ring of fire—

—The short knife in her left hand, held in a reverse grip, slashed towards Haru's throat, while the short knife in her right hand stabbed straight towards his heart.

Haru raised an eyebrow slightly, ignoring the besieging inferno.

Both his arms moved simultaneously.

The atmosphere immediately rippled in circles—a phenomenon caused by Haru forcefully constraining sonic booms before they could erupt.

However, constraining the sonic booms didn't affect Haru's attack. Instead, that explosive kinetic energy was confined to his fists, adding a good thirty percent more power as they blasted straight towards Narbareck.

"This speed?" Narbareck's pupils contracted slightly.

Though her eyes still registered the image of fists, the intense pain in her abdomen and chest directly told her she had been hit.

'I have to dissipate the force, or I'll be killed instantly!' Narbareck coughed up a large mouthful of blood. Her waist suddenly powered up, her body abruptly arching. Her muscles tensed and rippled rhythmically, redirecting the force that had invaded her body into the surrounding air.

BOOM—! BOOM—! BOOM—!

Explosions suddenly rang out.

The force dissipated into the air directly sent Narbareck flying. With a whistling wind, she smashed through two tall buildings and crashed into the seventh-floor corridor wall of a third.

Splat—!

Narbareck, plastered against the wall in a spread-eagle fashion, slowly slid down, landing with her butt on the corridor floor.

Just then, the brownish-yellow leather skirt, woven from Shroud of Turin cloth, emanated an incandescent yet warm Holy light.

The divine radiance slowly began to heal Narbareck's shattered internal organs.

Narbareck panted heavily, looking through the 'tunnel' she had pierced, at Haru waving his hand, and spoke with shock while spitting blood, "Damn... it! This... guy... is he a Magus... or Hercules from... mythology?"

If she hadn't thought of dissipating the force in that life-or-death moment, she probably would have been directly pulverized into meat paste by those two punches.

But even so, despite relying on the Church's secret treasure-grade Shroud of Turin, she would still need at least a minute to recover her combat strength. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"El-Nahat! If you don't want to die with me, hold him off!!!" A voice filled with terror suddenly reached the ears of El-Nahat, who was standing not far from Haru in a bewildered state.

"Kuhuhu~~ Time to go all out," El-Nahat, startled by the voice, had a drop of cold sweat slowly trickle down his face. He chuckled dryly in a low voice.

The fact that he, who was no different from a mummy, could be scared enough to break out in a cold sweat showed the extent of El-Nahat's current terror.

Narbareck, who could single-handedly suppress seven members of the Burial Agency and toy with them daily like torture instruments, was actually insta-killed by Haru with one move.

Even if it was due to carelessness, even if it was a surprise attack, it was enough to prove Haru's 'violence.' He was definitely not someone El-Nahat could deal with.

El-Nahat lightly lifted his hand, looked at the bandage-like Shroud of Turin in his hand, then looked at Haru, his face turning awkward.

He wasn't sure—how many minutes could he last? Or seconds? If he had known earlier, he would have gone with Merem as bait. No, he should have gone with Dawn.

"SO SATISFYING! That Narbareck got beaten up so miserably!!"

"Don't even mention it. We might be the ones taking that punch next second."

"Should we take the chance to slip away? I don't want to die here with the Burial Agency people."

"...Let's see how it goes. When the Burial Agency makes their move later, we'll scatter and run."

The Church Executors surrounding El-Nahat conspired through a secret communication network.

Haru looked at his own palm, lightly clenched it then relaxed, clenched again, then relaxed again, and said with a grave expression, "This chest... the elasticity is really good. The force was dissipated by three layers. Otherwise, it should have directly exploded her heart just now."

El-Nahat immediately shivered, quickly looking down at his own flat chest, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, why am I not a woman?"

"Um, Father, are you going to fight?" Haru lifted his head, making a 'Saitama face' as he waved his fist towards El-Nahat.

"...As a Magus yourself, and I, a priest of the Church, we should settle this with magecraft and Sacred arts—" El-Nahat stated righteously.

"Oh?" The corners of Haru's mouth lifted slightly.

——

In a small alley in Tours, Blood, looking intoxicated, wrapped his arms around a beautiful boy's neck, gulping down blood.

"Blood, are you done yet? Her Highness sent orders at dusk for us to hunt the Canticle Brigade and count the number of kills under her name—" Strout leaned against the alley entrance wall, speaking coldly to Blood.

Hearing this, Blood released his mouth, lifted his arm to wipe the corner of his mouth, and said with an intoxicated expression.

"Aren't I completing the order right now? You know, this beautiful boy is one of the Canticle Brigade members. Honestly, if Barthomeloi had such goods, they should have said so earlier~"

As his words fell, Blood unzipped his pants...

"Just one isn't enough. Her Highness seems to want to capture a large number of Canticle Brigade members. Hurry up and finish," Strout's mouth twitched. He turned his head and spoke helplessly.

This eye-searing scene—even Strout, who had been with Blood for over a thousand years, still couldn't bear to watch it directly.

Strout sighed softly. 'Her Highness has recovered her strength. She probably doesn't need close protection anymore. I should find an opportunity to handle logistics.'

Just then, three roars suddenly sounded.

Strout immediately drew the True Demon Neardark from his waist, looking gravely towards the direction of the explosions.

"That direction... is it the hotel district in the city center? Is someone fighting?" Blood immediately stopped his actions, drew his knightly sword, and spoke gravely.

"I'll contact Her Highness and Haru to see who is fighting," Strout stated with a grave expression.

Suddenly, Strout's and Blood's pupils contracted violently.

Pitch-black wings floated in the sky.

"Checkmate!"

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