The sacred right side of a certain manga Chapter 121

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“Satisfy me, outsider!”

Scáthach was serious.

Roy was certain of it; if he couldn’t satisfy her, the Queen of the Land of Shadows would definitely kill him here.

Scáthach and Roy’s father, Aleister Crowley, were both strong individuals of the same realm. Scáthach had the ability to kill Aleister with one spear, and at the same time, Aleister also had the ability to shatter Scáthach with one shot.

But neither of them was a strong opponent that Roy could handle right now. They were both at the peak of humanity, infinitely close to the ‘Demon God’ realm’s ultimate power.

One was an ultimate magician who could have become a ‘Demon God’ but chose not to, and the other was the strongest warrior who reached the realm of gods with unparalleled martial arts. Regardless of the world, beings like Aleister and Scáthach would become shining figures that drew attention, earned sidelong glances, and could not be ignored by anyone.

He would die, he would die, he would die, he would definitely die!!

Scáthach wasn’t using her full power. No, not even her full power; her current combat could probably only be described as slightly serious. If the Queen of the Land of Shadows truly used her full power, Roy believed he wouldn’t even be able to withstand one move before turning completely to ash.

‘If only she could truly use her full power, at least I’d have a chance to die with her…’

Roy bit his lip, letting blood trickle from the corner of his mouth. He had never felt such a heavy, despair-inducing killing intent. The killing intent emanating from Scáthach was enough to be described by mountains of corpses and piles of bones. Just this killing intent alone made Roy’s teeth chatter and his soul tremble with fear.

How many people had this woman killed?!

It wasn’t that the gap between Roy and Scáthach was so vast that he couldn’t even bear her killing intent. The main reason was simply that Roy’s will wasn’t as strong as he imagined. In a way, he was just a parvenu who suddenly gained great power from an ordinary person and hadn’t yet experienced a true test of death.

Roy believed that if Scáthach truly unleashed her full power, and his ‘Holy Right’ could determine her maximum output, then this right hand, possessing all the miracles of Christianity, would definitely be able to defeat Scáthach. However, with Scáthach’s divine martial arts, which could easily kill him with just normal attacks, why would she need to use a绝技 that could pierce worlds and kill true gods?

“There’s no time for you to ponder and hesitate. On the battlefield, opportunities are fleeting. If you can’t think of a way to break through, then in battle, in that surging hot blood, seek wisdom with your instincts as a warrior!”

The Queen of the Land of Shadows leaped high again, her two demonic spears like the tongues of venomous snakes, their tips exuding a bloody, sharp chill.

She seemed to be teaching her enemy, yet also lamenting the fall of a promising talent, giving Roy a combat hint. But at the same time, her killing intent became even more resolute: “…Show me your power and courage, Scáthach, this is your only chance!”

Under that stern roar, her spears once again resembled twin dragons emerging from the sea, carrying the power to overturn heaven and earth, striking directly at Roy’s chest.

‘Seek wisdom in battle, huh…’

Roy slightly parted his lips, suddenly understanding.

Yes, he was a person who planned before acting, always seeking the optimal solution, calculating everything, believing that only rationality was the embodiment of wisdom. But if he continued like this, how was he any different from the Black Prince Alexander Gascoigne, whom he had killed?

If he continued down this path, this rational thinking might keep him undefeated in the short term, but eventually, he might end up like Gascoigne, when his schemes and plans couldn’t find a way out, when he encountered an irresistible powerful enemy in a sudden situation, he could only humbly and helplessly fall in defeat and death.

Just like now, he encountered an unexpected opponent like Scáthach, and all his schemes were useless. At this moment, he couldn’t rely on strategy; all he could rely on was his own will. With a resolute self-will, he had to find that one in a thousand, one in ten thousand chance of victory!

This was the method of ‘Mind’s Eye’; even with a one-in-ten-thousand chance of victory, it would be sought out and put into practice. And to cultivate such a powerful Mind’s Eye, he first needed to possess a tenacious will capable of enduring all suffering!

At this moment, Roy finally understood. Anticipating the enemy was wisdom, but if something happened suddenly, being able to find a way to defeat the enemy in an instant, even in chaotic and irrational combat, that was even greater wisdom!

So, let the brain burn, let the body burn! In this scorching heat, in this high-load battle, with just a flash of wisdom, seek the only path to survival!

Since I am now a Godslayer, then let me thoroughly play the role of a Godslayer!!!

“I am the King, I am the Overlord, I am the one who slays gods!!”

“Ahhhhhh——————”

Roy roared loudly. Since he was a king, since he was an overlord, since he had slain gods with a mortal body, then even if he died, he had to die beautifully, die without regret. Only then could he live up to the name of Godslayer!

“My glory fills heaven and earth!”

Bearing angelic wings, Roy transformed into a blaze of light and activated the ‘Divine Speed’ authority. As the saying goes, in martial arts, speed is king. Even if his martial arts were far inferior to Scáthach’s, as long as he possessed absolute speed, he could stand undefeated.

“Good!!”

Seeing Roy suddenly gather his courage, even in the face of an absolutely insurmountable enemy, and display his power, with a determined will burning in eyes that were once fearful and retreating, the Queen of the Land of Shadows gave Roy praise and affirmation with that simple word.

Ah, it had been a long time since she felt the thrill of slaughter, the warmth that filled her decaying body with fresh blood, the water that flowed into her parched spirit, bringing with it the anticipation of excitement.

How many years had it been since she felt this way?

She couldn’t count anymore. Although with ‘Wisdom of the Demon Realm,’ she could easily calculate the exact number of years, Scáthach was unwilling to calculate the years she had spent alone in this Land of Shadows, outside the world. Because it would make her feel the sadness of time passing, of “Ah, so much time has passed,” and it would even blur the last memory of excitement she had.

Since that Child of Light from Ireland came to this Land of Shadows, which was always filled with darkness, there had been no living thing in this despairing world except for her.

She had thought that man could grant her the death she yearned for, but he ultimately could not escape the shackles of fate. Now he had become a glorious Heroic Spirit, and the dead could never defeat her, the Queen of the Land of the Dead.

That man was ultimately just like that, although the man named Cú Chulainn was the one Scáthach had met in her entire life who had the most chance of fulfilling her wish.

But his courage, in the end, was still worn away.

Heh, thinking about it now, it was amusing. He was the son of the god of light, Lugh, yet he came to her Land of Shadows, where there was never a sun, to seek mastery. It was truly laughable.

‘Hah, I was just sternly scolding someone for getting distracted on the battlefield, and now I’m distracted too.’

Scáthach snapped back from her memories, a helpless and self-mocking smile appearing on her stunningly beautiful face beneath her mask. ‘…See, I’m truly decaying, and I’m old now.’

Outsider, let me see your capacity, let me see your courage. Even the ‘Wisdom of the Demon Realm’ cannot observe the destiny of a Godslayer. Can you go further than that chained fierce dog!