Marvel's master of cosmic magic

Chapter 546

"Blasphemer. You dare profane God. Die."

Right Hand of Fire’s expression twisted as the descending pillar of light swallowed the sky. His third arm burst forth again, gripping the massive orange blade. He drove it upward with everything he had.

Steel met divinity.

For a few seconds, the blade held.

Then cracks spread from the tip to the hilt. The weapon shattered piece by piece under the crushing brilliance.

"Impossible..."

Even weakened, the Divine Right was beyond mortal resistance. The Pope himself, wielding the faith of billions, had nearly died blocking that attack. And now... it was being destroyed by an unknown spell.

From the ruins, another figure watched.

Front Wind stood in the cathedral shadows, yellow habit fluttering slightly, the cross-shaped tongue ring glinting faintly. Her eyes widened as the blade collapsed.

Part of her was stunned.

Part of her was deeply, quietly satisfied.

She despised the science side. Especially Academy City. But she never agreed with Right Hand of Fire’s ideology, nor did she accept his authority. Seeing him pushed back like this was... gratifying.

Still, she hadn’t expected anyone capable of overpowering him head-on.

"Front Wind... assist him."

The Pope’s voice came from behind the rubble, strained with blood.

Despite everything, Right Hand of Fire still belonged to the Church. He hadn’t defected. The unknown intruder, however, was something far worse.

If Right Hand of Fire fell here... and the Pope was already crippled...

The Church itself might fall tonight.

"Don’t give me orders, old man," Front Wind snapped.

"This isn’t an order," the Pope replied gently. "It’s a request. For the Church."

She hesitated. Then lifted her chin.

"Fine. I’ll help that bastard. For the Church."

In her mind, the plan was simple.

Help him win. Then kill him while he was weak.

Above them, Right Hand of Fire spread the fingers of his third arm, forcing it directly against the falling light.

The Divine Right strained.

Miraculously, it held.

For a moment, it actually stopped Rowan’s full-force spell.

Rowan raised an eyebrow.

"Then let’s add a little more pressure."

Without dropping Fairy’s Glory, he summoned a second magic circle.

"God Star Collapse."

A supreme celestial spell. The union of peak stellar magic and advanced augmentation sorcery.

A meteor formed in the heavens.

Several kilometers wide.

It screamed through the atmosphere.

Right Hand of Fire, already pushed to the limit, looked up—

And was crushed into the ground.

Blood flooded his mouth. The third arm flickered and vanished.

As Rowan prepared to claim him—

A massive war hammer appeared behind his head.

"Die, heretic!"

Rowan didn’t even look surprised.

He’d sensed the Pope. And Front Wind.

"Finally decided to act," he said calmly.

He turned and exhaled sharply.

A blast of spiritual force struck Front Wind directly.

Her body froze midair.

Her soul was blasted halfway out of her body.

But at the same time, Rowan felt his own thoughts blur for a split second.

"The divine punishment technique... stronger than expected."

He immediately reinforced himself, drawing in additional soul presence from his greater existence across realities. His mental clarity snapped back into place.

Front Wind’s signature ability required perceived malice to activate. When triggered, it forcibly stripped consciousness from its target.

He’d expected to tank it easily.

He’d been wrong.

It was impressive.

Worth studying.

"You’re... fine?" Front Wind gasped, forcibly dragging her soul back into her body through angelic power. "You resisted it with raw willpower?"

Her technique had only ever failed due to unique counters. The Imagine Breaker. The Divine Right.

Never brute force resistance.

"Qi Origin Flow."

White energy ignited around Rowan’s body. In a flash, he seized her throat and pulled her close. The punishment technique collapsed instantly.

This power disrupted magical structures directly. It prevented her ability from triggering again.

"Sleep now," Rowan whispered softly.

Her eyes closed. She went limp.

Rowan tossed her into his inner realm.

"Shame. If Left Earth were still alive, I’d have the full set."

Three of the Right Seat now belonged to him.

Plenty of material to study.

He turned slowly.

The Pope stared back, fear written plainly across his face.

Rowan smiled.

"Well," he said lightly, "you’re still useful."