Grand Foreigner (Chapters 1- 200)

Chapter 66

Hatred.

Hatred, the only thing that moved the one called the Dragon Witch forward.

Hatred towards those who once betrayed her. Hatred towards those who raised their sword against her. Hatred toward God that rejected her prayers when she was in the captivity of the Burgundians.

Self-hatred.

Her Noble Phantasm embodied this unending hatred. Every part of this power was saturated with her endless hatred.

"I hope you will burn in Hell."

The Witch denied God and His divine providence, but in the depths of her soul she still believed in a single thing .

"The Lord will punish everyone I hate."

Her Noble Phantasm was a manifestation of this belief.

Her execution was the moment when the Lord brought out all the flames of Hell, punishing her.

Her Noble Phantasm brought this moment to reality again - however, this power did not punish her, but the one to whom the Witch's hatred was pointed at.

However... There is a limit to what a person is capable of. Even the greatest of hatred is not able to let one go beyond the limits of the possible. Even the most endless of hatred will not make one able to do the impossible.

But the possibilities that an infinite mana could provide on the other hand...

Jeanne instantly teleported away along with Mashu, retreating from the battlefield. Because the endless hatred multiplied by endless mana would be able to give a very... Potent result.

Thousands of blades and thousands of spears bloomed on the entire island, striking from under the ground, randomly piercing the Servants on the island.

"Thermopylae Enomotia!" Leonidas' Noble Phantasm instantly took its place. Once three hundred Spartans took on their shields the blows of an infinitely superior enemy. The legend of the three hundred Spartans brought to the present the grandeur of their feat, embellishing and portraying their feat with a truly heroic scale.

But even three hundred great warriors could not restrain the infinite power with which thousands of blades struck in all directions.

"Moles Necessrie!" Romulus' Noble Phantasm, his infinite love of Rome took shape. But even Romulus' love could not save them from the endless hatred of the burnt saint.

The Dragon Witch smiled while looking into Caesar's eyes.

Endless self-hatred of herself. A betrayal strong enough, giving her strength, which killed even herself. And the endless Mana from Ainz.

These three converging factors turned the Witch's Noble Phantasm into the greatest demonstration of her hatred.

"For we will all burn in Hell" - the Witch grinned.

Then on the thousands of blades that bloomed in all directions, the endless fire of her hatred descended.

"Damn, damn, damn!" Baal panicked. Even hiding in the deepest cave, he understood that it was impossible to defend himself from such power so simply, even for him.

Lines of magic circles, dozens of spells, barriers rising out of nowhere - all intertwined in a single panicked response, a panicking Baal frantically attempting to defend himself from the Witch's hatred fire approaching him.

Nero only looked at the display of magic blankly. Dozens of barriers, spells, all things that Baal wanted to use for his salvation and her remaining miserable shell that could not even move.