Shinji Matou At Your Service

Chapter 287: Battle With White Wing Lord

Chariot was dumbfounded.

Judgment was dumbfounded.

The members of the Chelon Canticle Brigade were dumbfounded.

The kins of the White Feather were also dumbfounded.

Even Trhvmn Ortenrosse himself had difficulty hiding his surprise.

The mighty King of the Dead Apostles, the oldest of the Death Apostles, the renowned White Winge Lord, was knocked back dozens of meters.

Although Ortenrosse was not exerting his full strength, and the attack came from behind, the fact that an obscure magus could achieve this was already enough to demonstrate his immense power.

At least, none of the other people and dead apostles present could accomplish this.

By relying on the Vajra's Lef Arm to successfully repel Ortenrosse, Shinji's face did not show even a hint of joy. The punch just now, measured in tons, did not inflict any damage on Ortenrosse, only slightly dimming the white light that enveloped him.

"The King of the Dead Apostles is indeed the King of the Dead Apostles, his strength is extraordinary," Shinji inwardly praised, while shouting at his dazed subordinates.

"What are you spacing out for, hurry and leave, do you want to die here?"

"Ah, oh--" Chariot snapped out of his daze, just about to say something, when he heard Shinji shout again.

"Save whatever you have to say for when we're back at base, now get the hell out of here, don't distract me, this is not a battle you can interfere in!"

"Yes, sir!" Perhaps it was because the Brigade Captain's order was not to be disobeyed, or perhaps Shinji knocking back Ortenrosse was too shocking, Chariot said no more and obeyed the order.

"Everyone, turn right and retreat!"

"Captain, we'll wait for you at the base!"

Judgment, at the rear of the group, bowed to Shinji. Then, a continuous chorus of voices rang out.

"Captain, we'll wait for you at the base!"

"Captain, we'll wait for you at the base!"

...

A gentle arc formed at the corners of the masked mouth.

At this moment, Ortenrosse had also snapped out of his surprise. In the next instant, a pure white pillar of light shot up toward the retreating Chelon Canticle Brigade.

As a monarch, his word was his bond. As the King of the Dead Apostles, he was also a king, and since he had said he would not let anyone escape, he would not let them go.

However, this pursuit attempt was again unsuccessful.

As Ortenrosse passed over Shinji's head, Shinji's figure also rose, appearing behind the pillar of light, and the Harpe was ruthlessly brought down.

But this time Ortenrosse was well-prepared, the sickle did not injure him, but the immense force transmitted through the sickle made him unable to maintain his balance in the air, and he swayed as the light particles scattered and he landed.

Shinji in the hooded robe, standing on feathered shoes, looked down from above at Ortenrosse.

"Flying is not only your privilege!!"

The twice-interrupted Ortenrosse glanced at Shinji who exuded a remarkable presence. Although his expression could not be seen, Shinji could feel that his attitude had changed, the casual relaxation and mockery had disappeared, replaced by seriousness.

This proud King of the Death Apostles had finally begun to take him, who hid his true face like him, seriously.

Shinji was different from the others, he was strong, and if he could not be resolved, the pursuit could not be carried out.

No, compared to the fleeing magus, this person's value was higher, as long as he could be converted into a subordinate, it would be well worth the effort.

In midair, Shinji was anxious that Ortenrosse would not give up the chase. As soon as he had neutralized the force of the counterattack, he rushed towards Ortenrosse on the ground, scythe-armed.

At the same time, Ortenrosse rose into the air, charging at Shinji with even greater momentum.

Golden and white, heaven and earth, they collided violently.

In an instant, the ground trembled!

The pure white radiance slid back dozens of meters.

The golden figure, on the other hand, was thrown into the buildings by the roadside, smashing through several walls.

Shinji, lying in the rubble, supported himself on his elbow, not letting himself fall, coughing up blood streaks from his throat, but still wearing a faint smile.

This collision had confirmed one thing for Shinji - Ortenrosse's physical attributes could rival Saber Artoria, surpassing Shinji, but the gap was not overwhelmingly crushing.

This fight was winnable!

Filled with renewed confidence, Shinji suddenly pushed off the ground with his elbow.

At the same time, the white radiance returned, rushing toward the Buddha-radiant with even greater ferocity.

Delayed slightly, Ortenrosse's" sharp edge directly. His feathered shoes opened their wings and glided along the ground in an arc, evading the latter's direct strike.

Ortenrosse, with over a thousand years of experience, had easily anticipated Shinji's response.

The pure white radiance split in two, one continuing forward but gradually losing momentum, the other folding in the air like a hunting wolf, tightly biting at Shinji from behind. No matter how Shinji evaded, he could not shake off the radiance's pursuit.

What's more troubling was that the radiance enveloping Ortenrosse's" main body had stopped, and was now attacking Shinji from the other side.

"Formidable, the oldest of the Death Apostles is indeed no empty reputation, both in combat experience and physical attributes, they are terrifyingly strong."

Although at a disadvantage, Shinji still held Ortenrosse in high regard, which was the attitude of a true warrior. It also meant that the hot-blooded spirit of a man, the fighting will of a warrior, was surging within Shinji.

"Come on, Trhvmn Ortenrosse, let me see just how strong you truly are!"

As if answering the rising battle intent, a thunderous roar pierced the still night sky. Alongside the thunder came a golden lightning strike emanating from the same source as the Buddha's radiant - the Noble Phantasm Indra's Thunder.

Indra, also known as Śakra, is not only the king of the gods in Hindu mythology but also a protector deity in Buddhism, tasked with subjugating demons and evil spirits. Thus, the mystic armament manifesting Indra's thunderbolt naturally inherits these same properties.

As a vampire, as one of the dead apostles, Trhvmn Ortenrosse undoubtedly fits the definition of a demonic entity in Buddhist teachings, making him the perfect target for the golden divine lightning.

The golden serpent danced, the thunderbolts surged, the celestial might resounding through the sky, shaking the very atmosphere.

The intersecting golden lightning spread out at nearly the speed of light, weaving an electric net spanning ten meters in an instant. No, this was no longer a planar lightning net, but a divine cage, a prison to subdue the demonic.

Within this cage, the white light that had split off from Ortenrosse to pursue Shinji was torn to shreds by the oncoming golden Noble Phantasm.

The main body of Ortenrosse, in turn, was also blocked by the lightning column, unable to approach. Though it's unknown what method he used to defend against the divine thunder that holds such a great advantage over the demonic entity, that was the extent of his resistance. As time passed, more and more particles of light scattered from the column, gradually revealing the true form of this king of the dead apostles.

The most wretched fate befell those dead apostles on the fringes of the battlefield, those torn in two by Shinji's scythe. Unable to recover their wounds due to the Immortal Slaying Scythe, Harpe, they were merely clinging to life - and now, caught in the divine lightning cage, they were instantly reduced to ashes, their undead lives coming to an end, as the White Feather had foretold earlier - this night would leave an indelible mark, for it was the night their undead journey reached its conclusion.

Hearing the anguished cries of his underlings, the proud White Wing Lord was roused to true wrath.

"How dare you--!!!"