Why Did You Summon Me？

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

The tri-colored diamond on Giantess Attie's head glowed brightly, and the power, which was used against the Archangels earlier, bubbled within her body. However, Giantess Attie did not immediately fire off the pent-up power; instead, she turned to the Voidwalkers and mumbled, "So, where are the stars? I can't find them."

The Astrologer Walker almost flew into a rage when he heard this. "Just bloody shoot it anywhere!!! Aim as high up as you bloody can!!!"

At this point, with the constellation alignment almost complete, it was impossible to be calm and amiable.

"Ooh-kay then," Giantess Attie muttered, shaking her head in understanding. Before she fired, however, she said, "You know that I'll be using the last bit of power that Lord War God gave me, right? Everything that comes afterward will rest solely on your shoulders, okay?"

The Engineer Walker, who was panicking just earlier, smiled and confidently replied, "Don't worry about us. We'll handle whatever comes afterward; promise."

"Indeed. With the time you bought us, we were able to tie up some loose ends; thanks," the Archmage added. "All the students have been evacuated, including the injured. Now, we can focus solely on this bloody war."

"Really? That's great news! I'll leave Noircel in your capable hands, then, teachers," Giantess Attie replied and looked up at the sky.

The ribbon-like beam containing red, blue, and yellow light exploded out of the shard on the giantess's forehead, streaking into the stratosphere. As the tri-colored beam careened through the sky, space in its part was torn apart, like a black line arcing through the cerulean blue sky above. The phenomenon could also be likened to a gruesome ditch hallowed out by a giant spoon, startling everyone that saw it. The tri-colored beam soon disappeared, leaving behind its gruesome mark.

The sky suddenly turned pitch black. The lush clouds, bright stars, and radiant sun could no longer be seen. Thanks to the tri-colored beam, even the Holy Light, which originated from the Divine Realm, had also vanished.

Giantess Attie's frightening, all-out strike had severed Isythre from the rest of the universe. An irreparable spatial chasm now separated Isythre from its universe. It was akin to a fragment of an eggshell separated from the rest by a crack.

Having used her remaining power in that attack, Attie shrank back to her normal size and fell from the sky. A blue streak arced through the air, and the Warrior Walker instantly caught the falling girl. When the Warrior Walker landed gracefully, she looked at the exhausted Attie and was relieved to see her asleep.

"Well done," the Warrior Walker smiled and rubbed her soft cheek against the sleeping Attie's.

Archangel Baal's expression was ugly. Victory had been in their grasp, but at the last minute, the enemies sabotaged his efforts. Barely holding his rage in, Baal growled. "Such an act of transgression is unforgivable, beyond the pale—"

"Idiot! This is what happens when one bestows unrivaled power onto a fool that knows no reason!" Paimon growled through gritted teeth. "That spatial chasm has severed Isythre from its protection. Now, anything benign is free to enter this realm at will. Because of that girl, the mortals of Isythre will no longer know peace; because of that girl — a pathetic excuse of a vassal — this world is doomed!"

Since the constellation had collapsed, the Holy Light disappeared from Isthyre. Now, the sky was permanently dark.

For some strange reason, Baal's frown turned into a gleeful smile. "There is a silver lining, though — one that benefits us."

A partially-transparent specter rose from behind Baal. It solidified quickly and took on the Archangel's appearance, down to his blindfold, white robe, and white wings. However, this figure radiated a purer power, thickened with an even greater holy aura.

"You're right. We can now enter this realm as we please; we no longer need to possess the bodies of mortals, neither are we limited to a three-day stay," Paimon said, looking at Baal as realization dawned on him. Taking a leaf from Baal's book, Paimon's soul quickly left the body of his mortal host and solidified, after which it flew into the sky. "It is also great to note that corruption is no longer a problem, as we need not borrow the bodies of mortals anymore. Noirciel's fate can no longer befall us."

The two humans parasitized by the Archangels fell from the sky when the Archangels' souls left them, and before they could regain their consciousness, they crashed heavily, splattering the jagged ground with blood and guts. The other angels abandoned the bodies of their hosts, and soon, it began to rain bodies. Squelch after squelch rang out as the bodies, upon impact with the jagged ground, exploded into blood and guts.

"Well, then, these heretics brought this divine wrath upon themselves! Now, they will face real judgment!"

The angels mobilized quickly. Their armors of light glowed brighter as they collectively pointed their swords at the Voidwalkers, who had used all their trump cards.

The angels were now frightening at full power, quickly overwhelming the Voidwalkers. Their already weakened defense line crumbled instantly.

"Oh, s***! They are definitely stronger now!" The Engineer Walker yelled with the horror, watching the angels effortlessly split his marionettes into halves.

"I'm on it!" The Caveman Walker bellowed, charging at the angels closest to him. An angel turned around and swung his sword at the charging Caveman Walker, cleaving him neatly into two.

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but this isn't as bad as things can get," the Soul Armature Practitioner said, wearing a grim expression. He pointed at the spatial chasm above and shouted, "Over there!"

Countless motes of light were flooding into Isythre through the huge chasm in the sky. These were all angels, rushing over from the Divine Realm, as there was no longer a boundary separating both realms.

Although the total number of angels in the Divine Realm was unknown, one could definitely guess that they were more than thirty-three. Now, a large school of angels was rushing through the spatial chasm; the Voidwalkers were surrounded.

The denizens of the Divine Realm held an absolute advantage in this war. Their combined power was so great, the Voidwalkers had fallen to despair. Even the Astrologer Walker did not know that Attie's great attack would backfire this badly.

"Give up," an Archangel bellowed. "You've lost."

The Archmage looked around the battlefield. His gaze was greeted with cold glares. The Archmage could barely make out the Caveman Walker in the distance, who was desperately trying to put his suit-of-armor body back together. The Engineer Walker's head had been lopped off at some point in time, and now, his headless body was simply running around in a panic. looked around. The Archmage looked up, but he did not see any dragons; they were all dead, except for Mordred. However, the little troublemaker was badly injured; it was a miracle that she was still alive.

At the fort where Noirciel was recovering, the warriors and the northerners were fighting with their lives on the line. The Knight Walker fended off enemy attacks with his sword, his badly-damaged suit-of-armor body shielding Baiyi's wards.

'Have we truly lost?'

The Archmage thought, but a moment later, he shook his head and stabbed his staff into the ground. "Voidwalkers do not know fear!" He yelled.

The Archmage stirred every bit of power within himself, becoming a human nuclear bomb. If that was what it took to stop them, then he would…

Suddenly, a resounding explosion shook the entire realm of Isythre. Earth-shaking heartbeats rang out, like back when the Fairy Walker shot down the stars. However, it happened really quickly back then, so no one had noticed it.

The angels, who also heard the explosions, suddenly felt like they were being watched. The commotion seemed to have awakened a leviathan of unimaginable size, and now, that leviathan was coldly peering down at the little realm through the crack that Attie made.

A voice simultaneously resounded in the minds of the Voidwalkers. "Sorry for being late."

The angels suddenly froze in mid-action, as though time had stopped. The swords they swung, and the beams they fired off, did not complete their downward trajectory.

Hundreds of light beams streaked down to the ruins where the Archmage was making his final stand. When these beams hit the ground, they settled into an overly familiar battle formation, and the Archmage could make out the outline of some faces in the beams of light.

The light soon disappeared, leaving behind people wearing sorcerer's armor and wielding weapons that resembled the combination of a staff and a spear. These strangers were so out of place; it was as though they belonged to the past. However, every one of them looked determined and fierce, which made them look all too real.

The Archmage, who recognized these strangers and their uniforms, began to tremble uncontrollably.

When the last beam of light disappeared, the strangers numbered a million. One of them, a man, stepped forward and spoke in a very ancient language.

"Wherever the Emperor stands, he rightfully rules; wherever the Emperor goes, he rightfully conquers; wherever the Emperor sets his eyes on, he rightfully overtakes!"

"Long live the Emperor!"

The crowd of strangers burst into loud cheers that shook the ground. "Long live the Emperor!"

This crowd of strangers was the Archmage's most-elite squad. The feats of these men — which included defying people of faith and their gods — had long since been cemented in history. These strangers were the men of the Ancient Rohlserlian Sorcerers Corps! The Archmage had no idea how they had arrived here.

What the Archmage did know, however, was that, with these people behind him, he could no longer be stopped.

Having restrained his shivers, the Archmage was about to address the Ancient Rohlerlian Sorcerer Corps when a small figure emerged from the crowd and pounced on him. "Royal Gramps!" A soft, girlish voice rang out. "You're fine, right?"

'Little Mia!' The Archmage's eyes widened in surprise. The soft body pressing against him, the teary eyes, and the innocent face were all too real; this was no illusion!

"How were you able to get back?" The Archmage asked in confusion.

"It's, uh, kinda complicated. I don't really get it, either. You'll probably understand when Mr. Hope explains it to you," Mia replied. She then let go of the Archmage and wiped her tears, after which she took out a thick, black book. "Here's your book, Royal Gramps!"

In a daze, the Archmage rang a finger over the cover of the book he had just been given.

Suddenly, black flames erupted out of the Archmage. A few moments later, the black flames disappeared as suddenly as it had arrived. In its place was not a Soul Armature, but a man whose face was so chiseled, it resembled a mahjong piece.