Raidorl Seiken Senki
Chapter 236, Part 1: The Thunderbolts Majestic

Chapter 236, Part 1: The Thunderbolt's Majestic

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by SoundDestiny

“That person……it can’t be…Princess Celia!?　How did the Imperial Princess end up here……!?”

It was Darren Garst that recognised her and was surprised by the unexpected appearance of a princess.

Darren, who had gathered his soldiers together to confront the powered-up undead soldiers, stared in surprise at the sight of Celia, who had landed in the middle of the battlefield.

Celia Von Arslanian.

A young lioness who once led the Empire’s western invasion force to occupy the eastern part of the Kingdom of Zain and fought a fierce battle with Raidorl.

She is the holder of one of the three sacred swords in the Empire: Claíomh Solas,the holy sword of 『thunder』.

She is a woman who was supposed to have returned to the empire after various difficulties, after she formed friendly relations with Raidorl and Neimilia and a peace between two countries concluded.

“Don’t tell me…she rushed in to reinforce us…..?　And what was that attack earlier…..?”

Unless Darren was mistaken……or technically, he couldn’t have seen it with the naked eye, Celia fell from above, clad in lightning.

Then, with a single swing of the weapon in her right hand, she obliterated countless undead soldiers in front of them.

“And what is that equipment……?”

Darren murmurs in confusion.

She had slaughtered many undead and was standing comfortably, but her……appearance was a far cry from what Darren had recognised.

Her golden hair, which is usually tied back on the head, is now free and is covered in a single strand of lightning and fluttering in the absence of wind.

A surprisingly revealing outfit covers her slender body. Her upper body is wrapped in gold and silver woven chains with only jewelled accessories and a translucent white veil covers her from the waist to the ankles. Although the important parts are barely hidden, the costume is so sensational that it resembles that of an exotic dancer.

[TL: she reminds me of shinra from disqualified prince.]

And……the weapon in her right hand was not her eponymous Claíomh Solas, the holy sword of thunder.

What is there is a 30-centimetre-long vajra. The golden hilt has a four-pronged, short, undulating spear at each end.

Her figure is in the holy armour of Claíomh Solas: 【Indra, the Thundermaster】.

It is the height of a holy sword holder, Celia that has reached after experiencing several defeats and carving out her own path as an adventurer.

“Nn—….?”

A god of war. Stepping into the realm of the god of war, Celia looked around and tilted her head curiously.

“Raiderl-oniisan…and also Neimilia aren’t here either. Where are they hiding?”

Her murmur is out-of-place and carefree.

It is hard to believe it belongs to a person who had annihilated tens of thousands of undead soldiers with a single blow.

“Well, It’s saddening they couldn’t see me getting stronger, but I should be a bit relieved, right? To be honest, it’s a bit embarrassing to be seen dressed like this…… Let’s get this over with!”

Celia swoops in and looks around.

Her attack that she unleashed as soon as she arrived obliterated a large number of undead soldiers who were engaged with the Zain Kingdom army.

However, there are still undead remaining who did not take part in the battle in the rear. Their number is about 70,000. The battle was not yet over.

“Well then, let’s get on with it…..”

“Aah, Umm..Who the hell are you!?”

“Nn…?”

Neferte, while being held by a knight, calls out to Celia.

At first sight, Neferte recognised that she was a holder of the same holy sword as himself but at the same time he sensed a deep gap between them.

How could a being like her appear on this battlefield? As the same holder of the Holy Sword, she could not be ignored.

“Aree? Why are there children here?”

“I, I am not a child!”

“You’re dressed like a boy, but you’re a……girl, aren’t you? Really, why?”

[TL: AT LAST THE TRUTH HAS BEEN REVEALED]

“………!!”

The casually mumbled words left Neferte speechless.

Celia returned her gaze to the undead soldier, [Well, nevermind], without realising that she had unknowingly stepped on a landmine.

“「「「「「AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!」」」」」”

“「「「「「KATAKATAKATAKATAKATAKATAKATA!!」」」」」”

Thousands of undead soldiers are obliterated and new undead soldiers flow into the open spaces.

The sight of countless undead rushing in was like an avalanche. It was a scene that made everyone wonder in despair whether hell had appeared on earth.

“We’re going to exterminate the enemy!”

However, there is not a shred of fear on Celia’s face.

Normally, she would have felt a chill down her spine at the sight of a rotting corpse, a horde of bones but thanks to the fact that she had activated her……holy armour, there was no fear or tension.

An all-powerful feeling welled up from deep within her chest. The conviction that she is the chosen saviour of the age, the protector of humanity, gives her inexhaustible courage.

“There is no way I will lose……to anyone!”

Celia shouted with a surge of confidence and raised the vajra in her right hand.

“『God be present..Rigveda!』”

[TL: リグ?ヴェーダ ,an ancient Indian collection of Vedic Sanskrit hymns]

A blinding thunderbolt condenses on the tip of the vajra.

An enormous density of magical power. The power concentrated there is equivalent to the magical power that Neferte had saved up to defeat Garbolus.

Celia had moulded the magic power equivalent to that which Neferte had spent hours kneading in just a few seconds.

“Fr-on-m…【Indra’s Arrow】!!”

Celia then threw the vajra covered in lightning.

The vajra, thrown upwards, flies like an arrow and arrives at the information of the undead soldiers who are instantly rushing towards it.

“Rain it!”

Then the vajra rained thunder down on the undead army.

The lightning that overflowed from the vajra became? downpour, burning the undead soldiers from the head down.

The undead soldiers who were coming towards them….. half of them, 30,000 strong, had vaporised.

“That’s…you’re joking, aren’t you?”

Neferte, who has just stepped down from the arms of the knight who was holding her, is stunned to see such power. Her words are representative of all the soldiers present.

The army of undead that the Zain Royal Army had been fighting for hours. The majority of them disappeared with just two attacks.

An unreasonably overwhelming strength. It is an easy turn of events that makes the struggle they were fighting for their lives seem futile.

“Goodness gracious……it’s a tremendous sight to see the power of the holy sword..”

Justy, the commander of the Zain Royal Army, a short distance away from Neferte, also murmurs.

Justy is not the first to see the overwhelming strength of the Holy Sword Holders. He knows the strength of Raidorl and he has seen the power of Celia’s father, Emperor Zacharias, in the war against the Empire.

But no matter how……much he sees the true power of the Holy Sword, he will never get used to it. He was just horrified by the ridiculous difference in power.

“His Highness Raidorl said he needed our help, but…… that sounds like lip service. When he has such power..”

It may be unbecoming of a knight to speak of such a thing, but……the holy sword holders, shouldn’t they be the only ones to fight? Justy was in the mind to say so.

“Areee?”

However, this was a mistake.

The sheer garment that covered Celia’s body began to lose its light and was replaced by a blue light armour and skirt.

“Have I run out of time? Did I use too much power to get here?”

Celia murmured in annoyance.

The Holy Armour, the inner workings of the Holy Sword, was indeed a powerful force but because of that, it demanded a lot of magic power.

Even Zacharias, currently the strongest holder of the Holy Sword, cannot use it for a long time. This is even more so if it is the younger and more inexperienced Celia.

“Uuuuu…..!!”

The groans of the undead who had survived the lightning attack could be heard.

More than half of the undead army had been obliterated by the power of the holy armour but there were still 30,000 of them left.

Celia’s holy armour is undone, and? Claíomh Solas, which had been transformed into a vajra, has returned to its original sword shape.

“Unn, could this possibly be a bit of a problem?　I’ve used up all my magic power, I might not be able to fight.”

Celia murmured as if troubled. The tone was somewhat carefree and tension-free.

“「「「「「AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!」」」」」”

“「「「「「KATAKATAKATAKATAKATAKATAKATA!!」」」」」”

As she stands there, undead soldiers rush towards her.

Seeing Celia is about to be swallowed by countless undead, Darren shouts from a distance.

“Your Highness Celia , please retreat!　No matter how much of a Holy Sword holder you are, you’re still in the state of–……!”

“Yes, I know. That’s why I’ll call for help…”

“Eh..?”

“I have paved the way. Come!!”

Celia pulls a disc-shaped stone-like object from her pocket and raises it above her head.

Numerous pale green particles of light spill out from it and begin to circle around Celia with great force.

A fantastic scene that would not have looked out of place on a battlefield spread out.

Darren, Justy, Neferte and……many of the people present were transfixed by the whirlpool of light. Even the undead soldiers stopped in their tracks, frightened by the swirling light.

The swirl of light spread across the battlefield for only a few seconds. After the vortex disappeared, an unexpected scene unfolded.

“The Fairy Squadron of the Arslanian Imperial Army has arrived! We will now exterminate the enemy!”

Emerging from the vortex of light were about 500 soldiers, led by a petite girl.

She has an emerald-coloured hair. The commander, dressed in an unusual outfit of white bikini top and bottom and an extremely coloured cloak, is the Fifth Princess of the Empire: Alex Rainmakina Amaltu Arslanian.

She was a half-breed born of an emperor and an elf princess, a heretical imperial princess who had inherited the power of the fairies.