Chapter 244
Ark was extremely frustrated. Not only had he failed to achieve his purpose in coming here, but he had also encountered the Judgment after leaving. This was truly infuriating.
He fell to the ground, then turned his body so that he wouldn't turn his back to the judgment and cut the chain binding his legs.
The Arbiter's combat strength is determined by the enemy. His previous struggles against the Benevolent Ones were purely due to his inability to overcome his own limitations. However, now that his enemy is Ark, no longer the Benevolent Ones whose righteousness is difficult to define, he feels a great sense of relief.
That's how it should be! This is how one's battle should be fought. As the righteous one, he is fighting against the evil one. The evil enemy must be eliminated, and he, as the embodiment of justice, should sit high on the throne of judgment.
His domain expanded to an unprecedented extent, enveloping the entire capital of the Netherworld, and the original black clouds were completely tinged with gold and red.
When on the moral high ground, the Arbiter's fighting prowess can surpass that of any other saint.
This is the most troublesome thing: you absolutely mustn't get caught by the Arbiter if you do something bad. As long as that guy stands on an unshakeable position, he's far more solid than any material. He could even fight alongside Ark for millions of years to seal him away.
After all, if it didn't have such a thought, God wouldn't have chosen it as the arbiter.
Even all the rainwater had gathered into golden chains, which then transformed into weapons aimed at Ark.
He moved swiftly throughout the city, trying to avoid the chains.
However, the ruling did not follow a precise strategy against the enemy. Instead, it immediately used a chain with millions of chains to block his movement and gave him a way to avoid it.
With this kind of operational pattern, the adjudicator wouldn't even want to turn their head.
The Immaculate are powerful because they are unaffected by any attacks or interference in reality.
Ark absorbed so much magic-related material, as well as an equally large amount of holy magic-related factors. The impurities were simply too numerous; even a former saint couldn't fully utilize his abilities.
It's as if the arbitrator is on the side of injustice, and their performance is truly disappointing.
Ark crashed into the wall of the courtroom. He could have easily broken through the spatial wall, something conceptually indestructible, using his magical energy density. But now, despite his best efforts, he hadn't even caused the slightest damage.
Then the walls changed, and the cage formed almost instantly. The moment he was trapped, countless weapons poured in from all directions through the gaps.
The Arbiter looked up at Ark, who had already soared above him, and made a grasping motion in the sky. Crimson-gold clouds gathered, about to envelop the pale-faced figure.
His hand was pierced, and a gash appeared on his neck as well. At that moment, Ark transformed the sword marked with a magic seal into a spear and threw it.
It is imbued with a death-related magic mark, making it a weapon capable of killing saints.
But he didn't even change his expression. He pulled it out with his backhand and held it in his hand, pointing at Ark, who was imprisoned there again.
His wound healed, then broke open again.
The magic seal did indeed achieve the effect this guy expected; the wound unexpectedly did not heal on its own.
It doesn't matter, as long as I survive, I can find a benevolent person to help me recover later.
In an instant, Ark appeared in front of him, the rest of his weapon consisting of two daggers, which he then skillfully slashed at his neck.
His neck had been pierced by a third with a spear, leaving two-thirds intact. Once his head was severed, he would recover remarkably well.
But there was no chance at all, because before that, his fist had already landed directly on Ark's stomach.
Ark coughed up a mouthful of blood; his chest, stomach, and hips were completely destroyed in an instant.
His facial expression was one of disbelief, then the pressure instantly accelerated him to supersonic speeds. He was then directly embedded into the ground.
This shouldn't be the case. I am the true form of the Immaculate One. Even if I can't use abilities that can't be attacked, reducing the damage by 90% is still a piece of cake.
But in that instant, he realized that he hadn't been able to negate any of the damage; he had completely absorbed the attack.
“I don’t know what you’re planning, but it seems you’ve misunderstood something from the very beginning,” the Arbitrator said softly. “My true form is imbued with the concept of judgment, and so is this court of judgment.”
"Then I'm really having a really bad time?" Ark said softly, then slowly stood up, looking at the messy things floating around him.
The concept of trial is the one thing Ark least wants to experience right now; if he had to say, he has absolutely no idea how to deal with it.
Everything that conforms to the concept of judgment is allowed to happen, including the ability to nullify one's own power just now.
If I had to put it into words, the more dissatisfied people are with what I do, and the more unjustly I am perceived to be, the more terrifying this concept becomes.
Ha, looking at it this way, I'm a completely bad person.
Yak looked at him, and the two stared at each other from hundreds of meters away.
Blood was flowing all over his body; his injured neck and hands were constantly bleeding.
But you couldn't tell at all that he was injured and bleeding.
“This shouldn’t be the case.” Ark gave a strange smile. “Your injuries don’t seem to have healed.”
"Isn't this normal? The magic seal on this weapon has the effect of preventing recovery." The Arbiter said casually, "I never said I was sure I could win this."
The two people communicate entirely by reading each other's lip movements, so there's absolutely no need to shout.
“Yes, I see. I’m not the only sinner here,” Ark said with a smile. “So, you, the guilty one, want to judge me? I admit you have the potential to kill me, but it seems you could die at any moment as well. If it had been your head that was pierced just now, you wouldn’t be able to stand so high and mighty now.”
"Then I'll have to be careful," the judge said softly, the weapon he had been holding vanishing. His blood flowed even more profusely after nothing could stop it, and the fortress beneath his feet was even stained red by the amount of blood.
He couldn't stop the massive bleeding, but he could replenish the blood loss throughout his body. It seemed his blood would never flow back.
Ark grasped the weapon, but it had transformed into a greatsword. His wounds had healed, but he didn't know when he might be caught off guard and killed.
What a surprise! I thought I was just here to have a friendly chat with Foy. But now it seems whether I can accomplish something great depends on whether I can defeat this newcomer who has only recently become a saint.
He opened his eyes again, and his originally white body was now covered with black patterns.
All the magic seals and magic power he possessed were mobilized. This was not a battle that would drag on for years; it was a real life-or-death battle in the short term.
Once you become that kind of being, such exciting matches are not something you can easily encounter.
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"Hey, are you kidding me?" Ghost Duke paused in his action of wiping the shotgun, looking at the Benevolent One with disbelief: "I thought you were joking with me about giving me the Demon God Seal."
“I’m not like you, who likes to joke about these things.” The Benevolent One paused and said, “So, what is your answer?”
"Kouto wa ro (Japanese for 'to refuse,' a reference to JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)." Ghost Duke turned around and said with a serious expression.
"Speak in a way I can understand." The benevolent person didn't show any anger. After all, taking someone who talks like they're joking seriously is a losing proposition.
"This is the language of a country next to my original world, and it means I refuse," Ghost Duke said. "I really don't want to continue this topic. First, I'm not sure if I can use the Demon God Seal. Second, I'm even more unsure if I can handle such a heavy responsibility. You know, I'm good at nothing but letting people down."
"I remember you told me that 'dropping the chain' means the transmission mechanism in a bicycle breaks down, right? It's used to mean that you are unable to do something."
"I really love your comprehension skills! It's so much fun talking to you!" Ghost Duke said, giving her a thumbs up. "I wish I had met you sooner!"
"Stop talking nonsense, we're talking about serious matters."
"This isn't the important matter. In my opinion, this is a crucial choice. Things that aren't my responsibility should be delegated to others. I'll write a book recounting the story." Ghost Duke paused, then looked at her and said, "But speaking of which, can the Demon God's Seal be given to that Miss Deedri?"
The benevolent man remained silent for a moment, offering no reply.
"Looks like it won't work." Ghost Duke said casually, "Don't worry about it. It was just a suggestion from me, I didn't have any expectations."
"Why do you think that thing would be better given to her than to you?" the Benevolent One said softly. "You should know that our attitude towards the Demon God's Seal must be controllable. Otherwise, we wouldn't have needed to push Lori to that point."
Do you think I'm controllable?
"I don't know, but you're pretty useless. Even after obtaining the Demon God's Seal, you're still just a useless Demon God seed. It will be very easy for us to recycle you."
"It's reasonable and logical! I absolutely love this style of doing things; practical pragmatism is the best." Ghost Duke paused and said, "But I don't want to. I don't have the confidence to deal with that guy named Ark, do I? I said he might be the protagonist, and now I'm even more certain that he might be. How can you win against the protagonist?"
“This is no joke.” The Benevolent One was getting a little angry: “Do you know how long it took me to convince someone to hand over the Demon God's Seal to someone outside of us?”
"I appreciate your trust, but do you know how long it took me to realize this is a false world?" Ghost Duke replied. "I'm so certain, even of this conversation we're having right now, that it was something someone wrote on an afternoon before they finished their homework. We think we're thinking for ourselves, but in reality, we're just puppets. We can try to rebel, but even our respectable rebellion is nothing more than something written by someone else. My clever and lovely master, do you believe in a one and only God? What He decides to happen, will happen no matter what. What He doesn't want to happen, He will do everything in his power to prevent it from happening. In short, we can never change any outcome."
The benevolent one did not answer, but simply looked at her.
She knew he was serious, just as he knew she was serious.
“Tell me your reasons why you think the Demon God's Seal should be given to that young lady,” the Benevolent One said. “This case is special; I have two votes. The Arbitrator said he trusts my judgment, so whatever it is, as long as I can persuade someone to stand on my side, it can be done. Even the most outrageous request can be made to continue.”
"A reason? No." Ghost Duke answered briskly, "I can't understand why I would say such nonsense."
"Then tell me why it was her and not someone else?" The Benevolent One was starting to get irritated; or rather, what Ghost Duke had just said was somewhat distorting her understanding.
The more I encounter things beyond my understanding, the more terrified I become. Arguments that cannot be proven wrong should not be investigated too deeply, otherwise even I will begin to doubt them.
"Because it's cool." Ghost Duke stood up his shotgun and carefully examined the thing that this benevolent person had actually gotten for him: "Think about it, it's a fire-type monster, right? If you could get the Demon God Seal of the Fire Element, wouldn't that be super cool? If I were writing a novel, I would write it like this: That fire goat monster replaced its heart with it, and its whole body was covered with red patterns. Its hands were wrapped in bandages, and it tightly gripped a black longsword."
Why would you have such a thought?
"Speaking of fire-based weapons, the coolest one I can think of is the black sword that the old man wielded after reaching full power in the Bleach manga, right? It's super cool, and I love incorporating those kinds of things into my stories. After all, it's something I like, the kind of model I wanted to buy when I was a teenager. Do you think people read novels for their morals or tragedies? Actually, as long as there are cool characters and an exciting plot, a lot of people will read them." Ghost Duke said, "So cool! Don't you think? That somewhat disappointed guy, after obtaining the Demon God Seal, transformed into the Demon God Seed. At least, there should be a sliver of anticipation, right?"
The benevolent one did not answer, but simply looked at him.
Ghost Duke didn't expect her to answer at all, but picked up his shotgun: "But thank you so much, I really didn't expect you to actually find something like this for me."
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