Chapter 62 : A Finger of God, and All Things Change Their Course!
Chapter 62: A Finger of God, and All Things Change Their Course!
Countless gazes filled with expectation, tension, unease—
Even pleading—
Were fixed upon him.
Colin’s face bloomed into a radiant smile as he nodded hard.
The next moment—
Holy Light Illumination!
The Light descended!
A voice—majestic yet merciful—
The divine oracle—
Branded itself directly into the depths of every living being’s heart in Oak Town.
【The anthem of humanity is the anthem of courage.】
【Your courage—I have witnessed it.】
As the words fell—
A miracle appeared!
Before countless suddenly frozen eyes—
The angel’s face, shrouded in Holy Light, remained unchanged.
Only one crystal-clear, jade-like finger—
Indifferently and calmly—pointed toward the center of the battlefield, toward the raging Abomination, the fourth Oak Giant.
So lightly, just a tap.
No heaven-shaking eruption of energy.
No earth-shattering ripples of law.
Only an incomprehensible, irresistible dissolution began to occur in horror!
That towering, several-meter-tall monstrous creature—
That terrifying being which even the city’s utmost efforts could not defeat—
Its body froze instantly.
Its ugly head rose high in eerie stiffness.
Its rotten jaws gaped wide—yet not a sound emerged.
And within those uneven eyes—
There surged a terror unlike anything it had ever known in life—
A soul-deep, ultimate fear!
Then, before the eyes of all—
The most shocking, breathtaking scene unfolded in utter silence.
The Abomination King, a peak Fourth-tier monster—
Its very presence began to fade rapidly!
The thick flesh—
The oozing pus—
The massive battle axe it swung—
All of it, from the outermost edge, began to vanish—
As though wiped away gently by the finest artist’s eraser!
Softly.
Gently.
Without a single explosion.
Without the slightest shockwave.
Not even a speck of dust stirred.
Only quietly, tenderly—yet with absolute dominance—
Its existence was erased, little by little, from the canvas of reality!
As if the Abomination had never stepped foot here.
As if its fierce roars were merely a shared illusion among all witnesses.
An absolute stillness descended!
Time itself froze in that moment!
The wind stopped.
The cries of battle vanished.
The glow from the Magic Tower solidified.
Everyone seemed bound by a mass immobilization spell—
Their gestures and expressions frozen from a second before—
Only staring blankly at the spot where the Abomination had once raged.
There—
Only shattered stone slabs and trampled earth remained.
There… empty, void!
Only a faint, gentle golden radiance lingered between the angel’s fingers—
Proof that the scene that had overturned their understanding was no illusion.
The Abomination King?
Gone?
That towering mountain of flesh?
That nearly indestructible monster?
That devourer of countless lives?
Before everyone’s very eyes—
Beneath the serene glow of Holy Light none could comprehend—gone!
Completely!
Utterly!
Cleanly!
Even its very existence—
Erased entirely from this world!
Not a trace left behind to prove it had ever been!
“Ah… ah…”
From the crowd came a strangled gasp.
Then—
The soldiers who regained their senses dropped their weapons with a clang.
Some collapsed weakly into the blood-soaked mud.
Others seemed struck in the chest, faces flushing crimson—
Lips trembling, yet unable to form words.
And many more—
Felt a surge of indescribable heat rush from their eyes.
A torrent mixed with the wild joy of surviving calamity—
Reverence for the divine might—
And the overwhelming shock of reaffirmed faith—
They wept.
Tears streamed freely.
The human camp fell completely into an indescribable state of ecstatic awe!
While the Undead on the other side stood in stark contrast.
The lesser Ghouls froze mid-step—
Their crimson eyes filled only with primal terror.
The floating Liches’ soul flames flickered violently—
Like dying candles in a storm, trembling with voiceless screams.
A finger of God—
And all things change their course!
“In the face of such true divine power…”
At the battlefield’s edge, the Rotting Mushroom King murmured in a daze.
“All our plans… all our resistance… all our struggle…”
“Were nothing but a complete joke…”
Yes—
A joke!
All of its previous caution and probing—
Before that power representing the absolute pinnacle—
Became the most pitiful, self-deluding farce!
The Undead Legion had plotted this grand feast of slaughter?
No!
From the very instant that angel descended—
The ending had already been sealed!
This was no feast—
But a humiliating performance of their own making!
A complete, self-destructive farce!!
The true body of the Rotting Mushroom King—
That purple, poison-speckled mushroom—
Began trembling uncontrollably.
A chill born from the deepest instinct of life froze it stiff!
It was still a peak Fourth-tier undead creature, fully retaining its might—
Enough to dominate an entire region.
Yet in its heart—
Only one thought remained.
A single instinct that drowned out all reason—
Escape!
At all costs!
Now—immediately—flee!
It must survive!
Even if it meant abandoning all its subordinates!
It had to bring this message—
This truth that would overturn the entire Undead’s understanding—back!
This world—
Still had a living God!