Chapter 128: The Chains of God
The true protagonist of this moment was not Orger, but El's Light.
Only El's Light possessed the enchanted blade capable of channelling the power of faith, and only it could manifest the chains destined to drag the mighty gods from their celestial throne.
"El's Light, construct and unleash them, the chains meant for the gods."
Buzz!!!
The holy sword El's Light at Kurtz's waist erupted with brilliant light!
The blade seemed to dissolve, its physical form melting away as El's Light transformed into countless golden threads woven from pure faith. These strands rose to meet the descending pillar of divine light, flowing upward like rivers returning to the sea.
The moment the golden pillar touched the threads formed by El's Light, both forces began to merge and reshape themselves.
"Norn, watch closely. I will only demonstrate this technique once," Kurtz warned, glancing back at his companion.
After this battle, he would entrust El's Light to Norn's safekeeping. When the human nation was established, the holy sword would serve as humanity's sacred relic, drawing faith from all who worshipped it.
The magic required to invoke this power, Kurtz had already inscribed within his grimoire. When future generations decipher these techniques, this will become their greatest weapon against the divine.
After speaking aloud, Kurtz's lips barely moved as he whispered something meant for Norn's ears alone.
"I understand!" Norn nodded, his eyes tracking every nuance of Kurtz's movements while analysing the magic's construction.
Though the whispered words overwhelmed him at first, the trust he saw in Kurtz's gaze steadied him. He focused intently, committing every detail to memory.
The golden threads surged toward the torrent of faith cascading from above, piercing through the fabric of space!
"Stop! You must not—!"
The cage imprisoning the Fertility Goddess began shaking violently. Through her gift of foresight, she had glimpsed what Kurtz intended to accomplish. It was similar to her own desperate plan, yet the outcome would be way different.
If he succeeded, she faced complete annihilation.
This was a future she refused to accept.
Without hesitation, she poured vast amounts of divine power into breaking free from her prison, her attacks growing more and more frenzied with each passing second.
Serie and the others moved to intervene, hoping to buy Kurtz more time, but he raised a hand to stop them.
"Don't waste your strength. The real battle comes after this."
Both goddess and mortal raced against time, she struggling to manifest her true form in all its terrible glory, while he worked to drag that bound divinity down from the heavens.
In the end, Kurtz proved faster.
As he completed his casting, the pillar of light above transformed entirely. No longer a simple beam of radiance, it had become an enormous chain of brilliant white links.
God's Lock!
A chain forged from the power of faith itself, capable of dragging even the mightiest gods from their celestial heights.
It ignored the barriers of space and worlds, following the connection between the goddess's projection and her true form to pierce directly into the chaos beyond reality.
"NO—!!"
A roar shook the entire world. Every living being, regardless of race or power, turned their gaze skyward upon hearing that otherworldly cry.
Those with greater sensitivity could feel it; something immense and terrible was being forced to descend.
Rumble rumble!!!
The entire Godfall Land convulsed! The very foundations seemed ready to collapse as space itself began twisting, though it held just short of complete fracture. Above them, the torn opening in the sky became a kaleidoscope of swirling fragments, with crystalline pieces dancing through the air like falling stars.
God's Lock had found its target, binding an existence from beyond the world! The chain stretched taut, faith-light flickering wildly along its length as it endured massive tension.
The Goddess's true body was fighting back, refusing to descend in such a humiliating, bound state.
"Get down here!" Kurtz clasped his hands together, manifesting a magic circle between his palms.
A physical chain materialised in his grip, its far end connected to the God's Lock stretching toward infinity. Then he pulled with all his might, muscles straining as if locked in a tug-of-war.
Serie immediately grasped the chain behind him, followed by the others. The magical binding extended automatically, ensuring everyone could take hold of a section.
Together they pulled, their combined strength creating opposing forces that made El's Light sing with dangerous resonance.
The holy sword endured.
Crack crack—!!!
The sound of countless panes of glass shattering filled the air, the spatial barrier being forcibly torn open!
Under the horrified gaze of every living being in the world, through the rift torn by faith itself, something massive began to emerge.
Dense shadows writhed around a distorted divine presence as God's Lock, empowered by millennia of accumulated elven faith, dragged the entity from its realm beyond reality.
The moment she fully manifested, crushing divine pressure engulfed all of Godfall Land.
The Fertility Goddess stood hundreds of meters tall, making every mortal seem like an insect by comparison. Her features were achingly beautiful, possessing otherworldly perfection. Her expression held the cold indifference of one who had gazed down upon countless lives and found them all equally worthless.
This was divinity in its truest form, the authority over life and creation made manifest.
Yet surrounding this sacred majesty was corruption beyond description.
Her entire body was writhed with chaotic darkness that intertwined with her holy radiance, creating a blasphemous beauty that was as nauseating as it was mesmerising.
This was what the Fertility Goddess had become after her corruption by the dark forces.
"God-Slaying wretch... You damn insects... All of you damned die!"
The goddess's roar shook reality itself, her humiliation at being dragged back into the mortal realm driving her into fury.
But before the enraged deity could act, God's Lock struck again. The chain coiled around her mountain-sized form like a serpent, then began to constrict with relentless force.
"URGH—AHHH!"
The goddess shrieked in agony as her colossal body compressed at a visible rate.
Before everyone's eyes, her form shrank from hundreds of meters down to merely three meters in height.
Though she remained imposing and radiated heart-stopping divine might alongside her terrifying dark aura, the suffocating pressure had diminished considerably.
More crucially, her world-ending divine power was now tightly bound by God's Lock, reducing her strength to levels that, while still formidable, were no longer completely beyond reach.
Having fulfilled its sacred purpose, God's Lock faded away quietly. Now came the time for mortal hands to finish what faith had begun.
The Fertility Goddess stood before them like a prisoner bound by sacred shackles, trapped and desperate.
"Now!"
Seeing the goddess finally brought within reach, her health bar finally visible, Kurtz drew Orger and roared his battle cry.
"CHARGEE!!"
The final confrontation erupted as the goddess was torn from her divine pedestal, her power temporarily sealed by chains forged from humanity's faith!
[End of Chapter]
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