The sacred right side of a certain manga Chapter 116

『Artemis’s Arrow』. This was Annie Charlton’s Authority, and also her most offensive Authority. Just like Roy’s many Authorities, 『Artemis’s Arrow』 also had usage restrictions. Under normal circumstances, it could only be used five or six times a month.

What this Authority’s restriction brought was absolute lethality. That earth-shattering explosion, that world-destroying power, if Annie Charlton hadn’t shot the arrow into the sea, the intensity of this one arrow alone would have been enough to blast Manhattan Island into ruins.

“Hoo… it’s finally over.”

Annie Charlton breathed a sigh of relief as she looked at Anshela, who was floating on the sea, covered in crisscrossing wounds, and completely exhausted.

Restoring her Ancestor form to a Dragon-Snake form gave Anshela the same power as an Unconquered God. Coupled with her long-held desire for death, she fought with a madness that could only be described as insane. Under these circumstances, Annie Charlton also fought cautiously, which was why her battle with Anshela lasted so long.

And in the end, when Anshela was preparing to launch a suicidal self-destruct attack, Annie Charlton finally seized the opportunity and pierced her with her ‘arrow’.

“Damn it, damn it!! Damn Godslayer, I’ll kill you, ahhhhhhh——————”

Anshela, with a human upper body and a white snake lower body, let out an angry roar and curse at Annie Charlton. But in stark contrast to her flailing body was her depleted divine power and faint breathing.

“That’s right, I am the Demon King, I am the Godslayer. Ancestor Anshela, it’s time for your exit. Because you forcibly restored your Dragon-Snake form, you have lost the Ancestor’s immortality. This time will be goodbye forever!”

Annie Charlton’s expression beneath her mask was extremely calm. She ignored Anshela’s clamor and drew a revolver from her waist.

This revolver was crafted by gnomes from Norse mythology, who lived in seclusion in the Netherworld, at Annie Charlton’s request. When used by a Godslayer, it possessed the power to harm Unconquered Gods. Now that Anshela was severely wounded, presumably, one shot would be enough to blow her head off, killing both her physical body and soul.

Anshela was not afraid of her impending death. If she truly feared death, she wouldn’t have done these things. She merely glared at Annie Charlton and the muzzle of the gun in her hand, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes, awaiting the end of her life.

Just then—

“Hold your fire!”

A loud shout forced Annie Charlton to stop her shooting motion, because the person who shouted that was someone she couldn’t ignore.

Temporarily putting down her pistol and turning around, Annie Charlton saw Roy walking across the sea, accompanied by Athena and Alice.

“Mr. Roy, what happened in the city earlier? I sensed the appearance of an Unconquered God.”

During her previous battle with Anshela, Annie Charlton, as a Godslayer, had smelled the scent of an Unconquered God. If she hadn’t known that Roy, another Godslayer, was in the city, she probably would have been in a dilemma, not knowing whether to stop Anshela from destroying Manhattan or to stop that unfamiliar Unconquered God.

Now seeing that Manhattan was unharmed, she only thought that Roy had driven away that Unconquered God, and thus asked gratefully.

“It was Ancestor Guinevere and her Guardian, the Unconquered Lancelot. Oh, and also the Black Prince, Alexander Gascoigne.”

Roy said casually.

“I’ve heard of that English Godslayer’s name for a long time but have never met him. Is he still here?”

Annie asked curiously, but at the same time, her heart tensed. It was just that North America seemed to have too many Godslayers, Unconquered Gods, and even Ancestors gathered there. If there was even a slight oversight, even America, the world’s strongest nation, would face collapse.

“You might never see him in this life, because he was a bit of a hindrance to me, so I killed him.”

Roy’s casual remark made Annie Charlton’s scalp tingle, and cold sweat unknowingly broke out on her back.

Killed him just because he was a hindrance? You know, that was a Godslayer, and also your compatriot, yet just for such a reason, you… you killed him?!

At this moment, Annie suddenly felt a bit fortunate. If she hadn’t stopped when Roy shouted ‘Hold your fire’ just now, would this ruthless Godslayer from the Vatican and Italy have taken his anger out on her and casually eliminated her as well?

Although Annie Charlton was confident in her own strength, facing Roy, who had killed Marquis Voban and the Black Prince, two Godslayers, she didn’t even dare to think of winning. Instead, she would wonder if she could even escape.

“He… he’s already dead, then.”

Annie chuckled dryly beneath her mask. As a Godslayer, she also felt an inexplicable fear.

If facing an Unconquered God, no matter how strong the opponent, a Godslayer would not feel fear, but would fight desperately with the will to die together with the god. However, when facing a cruel and tyrannical compatriot, Godslayers, as ‘humans’, would naturally feel fear.

“Mr. Roy, what do you want to do by having me keep Anshela?”

Annie Charlton quickly changed the subject and asked.

Roy didn’t answer Annie directly but looked at Anshela. By this time, Anshela had completely transformed from a white snake back into her human form. This Earth Mother Goddess, who had fallen to become