Hate Me, Witch!-Chapter 126 – Holy Spear, Anchor Severed

Chapter 126 – Holy Spear, Anchor Severed

“A dying man, still playing the clown here?”

Inside the metal cage, the vampire prince Flandre stared at Xia Ya outside, a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

His previously foolproof Heart Grasp had actually failed, which surprised him.

But soon after, during the ensuing battle, Flandre believed he had already figured out Cain’s trump card.

Now that the black mech was gone, Cain was nothing more than a helpless insect in front of him.

Once he broke out of the cage and captured him, he would make sure to study him thoroughly.

A human, yet able to withstand a destroyed heart and still act like nothing had happened… this anomaly stirred some associations in the vampire prince’s mind.

Associations related to the Black Princess.

To that City of a Thousand Years.

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Outside the metal prison, on the desolate ground—

Xia Ya stood calmly, letting the storms sweeping through the Valley of the End make his Xiao cloak billow in the wind.

Men excel in wisdom, beasts in strength.

When it came to total mana reserves, when it came to sheer physical prowess,

humans, a bronze-ranked species, were nowhere near the silver and gold races—pure-blooded dragons, demons, divine spirits—who were favored by the very laws of the world.

And to make up for this innate flaw, there was only one path: to elevate the level of one’s existence, to begin transforming into a mythical being.

To give up being "human," to abandon humanity—

and instead, embrace divinity and authority, stepping onto the path toward becoming a "god."

The so-called Path to Godhood.

That was the choice nearly every human powerhouse who reached the Legendary tier eventually made.

But in the history of the Western Continent, there were always a few who held onto a different belief.

They refused to become "Them."

And only wanted to remain "him" or "her."

It was undoubtedly a far more difficult path.

Ignoring the well-paved road with countless examples and blueprints, and instead choosing a narrow, dark trail with no clear end—

this was the path of fools.

And yet, beside Xia Ya,

there was never a lack of such fools, those who didn’t even follow the basic survival instinct of seeking benefit and avoiding harm.

Like little Ai, who gave up her identity as the only daughter of the Winter Flower family, left behind a bright future and a life of privilege, just to stay by his side.

Like Sylvia, who sealed herself away in that Tower of Pure White, refused the path to godhood, and waited five hundred years for Xia Ya.

And like that golden elf teacher in the Black Tower…

“All of them… a bunch of fools.”

Xia Ya smiled silently.

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“Then let me test it.”

“How far can the wisdom of a fool like me really go?”

As he spoke those words, the light in Xia Ya’s pitch-black eyes faded away.

Tsukuyomi activated.

He temporarily suppressed all personal emotions from his mind, leaving only cold, pure, absolute rationality.

And then—

In the very next instant—

The data locks were lifted.

Countless streams of complex information surged into his mental sea through the Soul Pact shared with Yui.

Orbital kinetic cannon.

Or more precisely—

Skyborne Kinetic Weapon Heaven-Piercer: Damocles’ Sword.

From high in the heavens, using gravity as the bowstring, it would fall like a staff of divine judgment.

This was one of Xia Ya’s trump cards.

But—if this orbital kinetic weapon only used tungsten rods as ammunition, then even with numerous magitech formations added, its destructive power would at most create a large crater. It likely wouldn’t even be enough to kill a Legendary-tier.

Which was why, for Cain’s final act in the Valley of the End—

Xia Ya had originally planned to use another external construct: Fantasy Collapse – Lepton Fission.

However, little Ai had given him a surprise.

Instead of a typical tungsten rod or alloy shell,

the ammunition this time… was a Holy Spear,

a starforged weapon born from the very laws of the world.

And it wasn’t even the relic form found in the main timeline, the one sealed and shackled after ages had passed, its power reduced to less than one-tenth.

In this end-of-the-old-era, amidst this chaotic age of cataclysm—

the bindings on the Holy Spear were far, far weaker than in the future’s stable and ordered world.

...

In Xia Ya’s eyes, tiny positioning and remote-control sigils were slowly rotating.

They resonated with the magitech device orbiting along the planet’s low-earth path, just beneath the darkened heavens.

“Subspace-cruising magitech device—ID Code: ‘Scabbard’—orbit adjustment complete.”

“Firing trajectory aligned.”

“Judgment Blade: Ammunition load confirmed, systems check complete—”

“Spatial-assisted targeting array—‘Hathaway Dimensional Coordinates’—calibration complete.”

“Beginning impact trajectory calculations…”

In a flash, an overwhelming flood of data surged into Xia Ya’s mind.

In a sci-fi film, trajectory correction for a kinetic orbital weapon would normally require a supercomputer.

After all, even a minuscule error, when scaled to planetary distances, could result in catastrophic miscalculations.

But at this moment—

After Xia Ya had pushed Yui’s Fire Source level up to Transcendent Mastery, regardless of the cost,

the endlessly complex data streams were being processed entirely within Xia Ya’s mental sea, assisted by Yui.

Line after line of convoluted equations formed in his consciousness—then vanished.

Over and over again, the process looped.

And with each loop,

each potential deviation,

each margin of error

was slowly eliminated.

Step by step,

the results of the calculation were guided toward the one and only correct outcome.

...

Boom—

Futigon suddenly froze in the middle of trying to break through the metal cage.

As a Legendary-tier, his spiritual sense had just triggered a warning.

A premonition of crisis.

But on this land—

who could possibly trigger such a deep instinctual alarm in him?

Why?

He scanned the surroundings,

but no matter where he looked,

he couldn’t find the source of that chilling premonition.

Cain’s combat strength had already been confirmed. That brief burst of power he displayed beneath the black mech, matching a Legendary-tier in direct combat, was already his limit.

Now that the mech had been destroyed, he posed no threat.

Futigon had indeed sensed, from several hundred miles away, the faint presence of another Legendary aura drawing near—

Most likely the Knight King.

But at that speed, the man would need at least ten minutes to arrive, and even if he had broken through in some way, Futigon wasn’t concerned.

He was the rightful ruler of this land.

The Knight King was nothing more than a traitor.

Futigon’s arrival—his half-body descending here—was meant to purge every last rebel.

Unless…

Could it be Flandre?

Futigon narrowed his eyes, turning to the vampire prince at his side.

If there were to be any threat to him right now, it could only come from him.

If Flandre were to backstab him in a crucial moment during the fight against the Knight King,

Futigon, wounded from a surprise attack and forced to fight two Legends with just his half-body, might indeed be in real danger.

With that thought, Futigon quietly raised his guard against Flandre.

To be fair, the vampire clan’s involvement this time had been suspicious from the start—

Especially the so-called “Black Princess” Flandre had mentioned.

Even the Crimson Moon had stirred at the name,

yet Futigon, king of this land, had never heard of her.

And then—

He suddenly saw Cain lift his head slightly.

Beneath the mask, in those dark eyes, runes began to rotate and suddenly blazed with light.

In the sea of consciousness, the roaring waves of furious computation paused for just an instant.

Then—

every number, every symbol, every model in his mental ocean—

vanished.

Only the one, perfect trajectory remained.

“Orbital calculation complete.”

“Error verification complete, trajectory correction complete.”

“Self-check of Damocles’ Sword complete.”

“Entering launch confirmation sequence.”

As Yui transmitted the completed results of the orbital solution into his mind,

Xia Ya also followed the faint inspiration shared by Ailora,

slowly sensing the presence in the starry sky above—

the holy spear, dull and lightless, sealed within the magitech device Scabbard.

Then, guided by the resonance that spanned the Starrealm and the Material Plane,

he recited the release incantation that would lift the restraints upon the Holy Spear.

“Peel back the surface of the world, and reveal the truth hidden beneath.”

“That which tears the heavens, anchoring storm to earth—”

“Let it shine at the boundary of the end.”

In that instant—

High above the heavens,

the once-dim knight’s spear began to glow.

Light streamed across it, converging like the branches and veins of a tree,

illuminating the vast, silent sea of stars.

Both Holy Spears and Holy Swords were creations of the world itself—

Weapons that only savior-heroes could wield.

And now, in this end-time of an era—

a dark, suffocating chaos—

the brilliance unleashed was unshackled,

the supreme radiance of the Tower at the End of the World.

In that moment, several divine gazes descended from high in the Starrealm,

startled by the Holy Spear’s sudden awakening.

But no matter who they were—

Angels, demi-gods, or even true gods—

none of them could stop what was about to happen.

A thousandth of a breath later—

“Holy Spear—Anchor Severed.”

A tower of light pierced the heavens,

cutting across the boundary of the Star Sea.

It broke free from the Scabbard, and shot forth.

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Futigon’s head snapped upward.

He could feel something descending.

He heard no sound, yet felt the burning radiance.

And in the next moment—

At the end of the starry dome,

he saw it—

A falling light, tearing through the night sky—

crashing straight toward him from above.

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