"Roar—!!"
The Cerberus' roar shook the earth.
The police officers, still in the realm of mortals, suffered splitting headaches and could not get close to the demonic hound at all.
The entire Chelon Canticle Brigade broke out in cold sweat.
Through the raging flames of death, they could understand how terrifying the beast was.
Britain was not without Cerberus.
However, most of those Cerberus did not have divine authority and were far smaller in scale than the one in front of them.
Closest to the demonic hound were Melusine and Noel.
Lorelei was slightly behind.
They had no problem fighting the Cerberus.
But if they had to protect the police and the Chelon Canticle Brigade at the same time, the difficulty was indeed not low.
The massive size of the two demonic hounds,
plus the powerful strength of a divine beast,
mortals could not withstand a single breath in front of the Cerberus. With just one breath, mortals would be reduced to ashes.
This was the difference in power.
In other words, this was the difference in mystery. What was presented before everyone was ancient and powerful mystery.
The people of Britain lived in mystery all year round.
Faced with such a ferocious beast, the Chelon Canticle Brigade did not show any timidity. They faced the enemy with the courage of a lion.
They firmly believed that they would never fall here.
They would never tarnish the king's victory.
Here, there was not only the new king of Great Britain, but also the Lionheart King who had been defending Britain for thousands of years.
Perhaps it was arrogance.
Or perhaps it was recklessness.
But these emotions were based on something. They believed in the king who led the way more than anyone else.
They believed that the king's light would illuminate everything.
Although it was an incomprehensible ideology to others, they firmly believed in it and practiced it…
—it was undoubtedly the most dazzling light.
The people of Britain, watching the back of the great king, moved forward bravely. Their "hearts" and "eyes" were directed towards one goal.
—Where our king's sword points, is where our hearts are!
—Victory, victory, bring supreme victory!
Indeed, their determination was commendable.
This was also the reason why the Chelon Canticle Brigade had not suffered any casualties despite being besieged by two demonic hounds.
Their will to win was as firm as a rock.
However, will was just will after all.
When there was a decisive difference in power, no matter how much determination was added, it would be useless.
The Chelon Canticle Brigade and the police could not defeat the demonic hounds.
As if mocking everyone's futile efforts, a low growl came from the black mist again.
Just as the third demonic hound appeared,
the faces of the Chelon Canticle Brigade members and the police turned extremely ugly.
Then, despair rose in their hearts.
A suffocating sense of oppression also followed.
If there were no accidents, they would probably have to pay the price of one-third of their lives to escape the battle…
However—
A dazzling golden beam of light broke through the atmosphere.
Like a dawn of hope that opened up a new world, it pierced straight through this false Snowfield City.
The atmosphere vibrated, and the ether wailed.
One of the Cerberus was swallowed and torn apart by the torrent of light.
Everyone's souls seemed to be paralyzed, and they remained in a daze until the light dissipated.
It killed the Cerberus with one blow.
No one expected that someone would intervene at this time.
"Gatekeeper, say hello to your master for me… Having stepped into this false world, I can't just stand by and watch you ravage my cute subordinates."
The source of the voice was somewhere on the roof.
Everyone subconsciously looked up.
There, they saw a familiar figure.
To many police officers, it was the embodiment of death that was synonymous with nightmares. And to the people of Britain, it was the dawn of victory.
Jet-black hair swayed in the breeze.
Obsidian-like eyes were bottomless, so deep that they seemed to swallow all light.
Heroic, yet handsome.
At the same time, it conveyed an extremely large amount of terror, exuding a sense of untouchable supremacy.
This person was none other than Moran, who had arrived here not long ago.
Although they could not help but be shocked, everyone inexplicably did not have the thought of "escape from here."
They focused all their attention on Moran's figure.
They were attracted by the man's martial prowess and beauty.
"If you have intelligence, then you should know who the most dangerous existence is, right? Just from the point of protecting your master."
Moran's last sentence had another meaning.
This made the Cerberus, which was looking up, bare its teeth, as if Moran had revealed some kind of reverse scale.
Moran exuded a majestic aura.
It was the supreme aura that could make all the demonic beasts and divine beasts in the world submit, and it was also his unique Beast Emperor's authority.
However, the Cerberus only trembled slightly.
The hostility it emitted did not diminish at all.
"Hoh? Have you completely become puppets? It seems that I have no choice but to destroy you all."
Moran understood at a glance.
No demonic beast or divine beast could resist him.
Unless, from the very beginning, those divine beasts and demonic beasts did not have the right to choose for themselves.
Although these Cerberus had been given an addition similar to divine authority by the Pale Rider, their situation was the same as the dull passers-by who had entered the barrier. They were all just puppets.
"Come, fight me… as an appetizer before the battle."
Moran beckoned to the Cerberus.
This action attracted the attention of the two demonic hounds, and they immediately shifted their target to Moran.
In the eyes of outsiders, he was too blatant.
But in the eyes of Lorelei and the others, it was a matter of course.
At this moment, even Melusine and Noel stopped their hands, and they both showed joyful smiles.
"Ooooh—!!"
The Cerberus spat out scorching flames.
That was a trio containing thermal energy.
A resounding roar echoed, shaking the surrounding space.
They charged towards Moran on the rooftop, engulfed in flames, forming a pincer attack.
The result of this attack was—
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
A burst of divine energy as vast as a tsunami.
The demonic hounds, trampling over the high-rise as they advanced, seemed to be frozen in place for a moment.
Everyone present was petrified.
The only thing that moved was Moran's smile.
Then, everyone felt a tremor from their souls.