Chapter 1458: Permission Dog vs Permission Dog: You Don't Eat Beef? Then Have Duck Necks

Saint Matthew suddenly felt a chill down his back.

“Who is there?!”

At that moment, the spirituality within his heart was frantically warning him, and he was absolutely certain that if he continued to stab, he would die.

Without clearing up loose ends, he decisively turned and pushed the [Spear of Longinus] with all his might towards his back.

Boom——!!!

The bright gun tip, like a small white sun, collided fiercely with another radiant golden sun.

It was as if a large explosive bomb had fallen into the city, with fierce flames rising hundreds of meters.

The violent shockwave instantly spread, and the solid ground paved with stones seemed to transform into a fragile water surface, exploding into circle after circle of dust-blown ripples.

The soldiers from the Orthodox Alliance who were closest were instantly toppled, many unfortunate ones too close were flung away like torn sacks, being charred into blackened blood mist mid-air.

Further away were Magnyra and her daughter, Richelieu’s Royalist Guardsmen, who now faced the aftermath of the battle instead of the [Spear of Longinus].

For a Fourth Order Mythical Creature and a Fifth Order Cardinal Bishop, self-preservation was no longer a problem.

The [Bishop’s Authority Ring] on Richelieu’s hand quickly lit up, and combining the spirituality of his soldiers and the Silver Law of the Iris Diocese under his control, created an arc-shaped barrier.

At the cost of all the doors and windows in this district being destroyed, it redirected the shockwave towards the sky, preventing greater damage to the capital district.

Jacqueline somewhat awkwardly flashed to Richelieu’s back with her mother.

All of his decisions stemmed from what was beneficial for Iris.

Since they had already decided to welcome the Emperor of the North Sea Empire Byron to take over the country, they were natural political allies.

“Ugh!”

Only Magnyra groaned in pain, supported by her daughter.

A sharp stone, caught in the shockwave, had pierced through her abdomen, creating a terrifying blood hole running through front to back.

According to the medical standards of the Dark Millennium Era, such a serious injury could directly pronounce a death sentence.

Even in the current time with hospitals having a [Surgeon] sequence, it was still a major operation.

Luckily, the Night Demon was a grandmaster in the field of Flesh Sorcery.

Jacqueline excitedly revealed her sharp fangs, ready to bite her mother’s snowy neck.

She wanted to transform her into her bloodline Half-Night Demon, thereby ensuring “I call you mom, you call me **,” and no one could control her anymore.

Yet Magnyra raised her hand to cover Jacqueline’s mouth.

With cold sweat pouring from her pale forehead, she declined her daughter’s offer:

“You… your Order is too low. I’ll wait for your cousin to bite me, I can endure the pain.”

She had watched Byron grow to the present, and knew better than anyone that not all Embraces were the same.

Being bitten by her nephew, the Night Demon Emperor, she could directly become a Fourth Order Mythical Creature; being bitten by her daughter, she could only become a Third Order Half-Night Demon, and would also have to gain an aunt, making the future unbearable.

Jacqueline reluctantly retracted her sharp fangs, not worried her mom would die from the pain.

Previously, the souls of the Valois Royal Family’s relatives had fallen into the Netherworld after death, making recovery impossible, but since her cousin successfully intervened, even if accidentally killed, she could leverage connections to transform into a [Storm Angel], no worse than being a Night Demon.

In the extraordinary world, death made people unequal.

She and others then looked up at the central figure of light, suddenly appearing.

A towering figure of two and a half meters, with a cape fluttering wildly in the chaotic airflow, holding an enormous golden anchor.

Across from him, Saint Matthew, relatively small, held the [Spear of Longinus], thrusting upward diagonally, steadfastly pressing against the anchor tip of the Zero-Level Sacred Relic [Sword in the Stone].

Yet he was gradually forced down by the fully unleashed “Round Table Decision,” almost kneeling on the ground.

His joints creaked audibly, creating a grand depression centered around them that was a meter deep.

Both had immediately entered the most direct, dangerous core power confrontation with the first move.

Like martial arts masters judging internal strength; whoever was stronger lived, and whoever was weaker died, with no frills whatsoever.

Saint Matthew stared hard at the figure before him, trembling, stating slowly:

“Byron Lancaster, and… Zero-Level Sacred Relic, Sword in the Stone? The Iris Kingdom’s… Law Network… was already severed. You… how did you get here… so fast?!”

Byron replied expressionlessly:

“Guess.”

With the “One is All, All is One” close-range delivery, he could go anywhere quickly.

He had arrived at the battlefield as Saint Matthew was about to strike.

Rather than blocking the Holy Lance directly, he opted for his preferred stance, exploiting the open opportunity to swing the sword decisively from behind, securing absolute advantage with one move.

Comparing the Sword in the Stone at its peak to the third of the Holy Lance, it’s hard to say who is stronger, but the complete Sword in the Stone is unquestionably more powerful than a third of the Holy Lance.

Not only was Byron’s weapon strong, but he himself, without any weaknesses, also surpassed the Saint.

As the Divine Aura exploded, his arms thickened, pushing the giant anchor inch by inch down upon Saint Matthew.

“Don’t even think about it! Even if you drew Hightins’s Sword in the Stone, so what? This isn’t Hightins, it’s bordering the Holy Silver Empire at Iris——ah!”