In A Fantasy World I Can Absorbs Abilities
Chapter 314 - 314 O Radiance

[Alfred! I knew you'd come! Let's smash this damned barrier together!]

Alfred placed his thick hand on her head, smiling warmly.

"Yes. Let's begin."

Marcus spread his massive wings wide, soaring through the skies.

Sunlight shimmered across his crimson scales. His eyes glowed like fire as they locked onto the barrier below.

In one swift motion, he dipped into a steep dive and halted midair—right before the barrier.

He inhaled deeply. The air around him rippled, heating to an unbearable temperature.

[This damned barrier… I'm ending it now!]

He opened his jaws wide, and a torrent of fire exploded outward.

The flames crashed into the barrier like a volcanic eruption, sending ripples of red-hot energy across its surface.

And still—his fire intensified.

At the same time, Miaomiao approached the barrier with graceful, regal strides.

She was the very embodiment of a divine beast—a true sphinx.

Gone was the playful demeanor from earlier. In its place was majesty and command.

Her wings unfurled softly behind her, eyes glowing with ancient light.

She raised a paw, and from the tip of her claws, radiant energy flared.

She slashed.

A shimmering trace of light marked the barrier's surface—and with it, a growing fracture.

The hum of the barrier shifted, its pitch rising—strained.

This wasn't like her usual skirmishes.

This time, she drew upon the power in her very bloodline.

Miaomiao soared into the sky, her body blazing with light.

She struck the barrier head-on—a radiant explosion, like a second sun, slammed into its surface.

Around Alfred, shadows began to writhe.

They flowed like ink in water, crawling outward from his feet—slithering, shifting.

No longer mere darkness, these shadows were alive.

A sea of serpentine shapes rose, twisting and coiling in the air.

Then, the shadows converged—forming whips.

Dozens—no, hundreds—of massive, shadowy lashes rained down on the barrier from all directions.

The surface shuddered violently.

It wasn't just one point under attack.

Alfred's shadows split and multiplied, striking the island from every side.

The darkness spread like a tide of retribution.

And with each lash, the barrier wailed.

Each time the shadow collided with the barrier, the once-transparent blue glow dimmed further.

Cracks began to spread rapidly across its surface.

Seeing this, Alfred summoned the surrounding darkness once more.

The shadows surged again, spilling out in every direction, forming a massive web that wrapped around the entire island like a spider's snare.

Black energy seeped into the fractures.

The barrier began to decay—from within.

Drake didn't miss the opportunity.

From the deck of his ship, he shouted, "Prepare to fire! Activate all magic circuits!"

At his command, a mechanical hum echoed from below deck.

The ship's magical core roared to life, flooding the vessel with power. Faint blue light gathered at the mouths of the cannons.

—BOOM! BOOM!

The first blast struck the barrier like a comet.

The energy rippled across the surface, distorting it like liquid glass.

Then came the second. And the third.

Each impact caused visible fractures to spread, the structure of the barrier trembling under the onslaught.

Drake let out a coarse laugh.

"Damn Radiance—go to hell!"

His hatred for the Holy Nation was second to none.

And he wasn't alone. His crew—composed largely of demons and former slaves of the Holy Nation—shared his fury.

Even those recently freed from bondage fought with all they had.

"Keep firing! It's about to give! Don't let up!"

There had been times when attacking like this would have been unthinkable.

But not now. Even if the ship were to burn to cinders—it would be worth it.

The crew reloaded feverishly.

These were no ordinary cannons. Each was inscribed with magical sigils that imbued the shells with unique elemental properties.

One cannon discharged frost, slowing the barrier's flow and leaving a trail of rime.

Another launched flame, scorching weak points in the structure.

—BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Even the ship's smaller side-mounted launchers joined in, unleashing enchanted projectiles.

Each one exploded on contact, causing a chain reaction of fine fractures.

The barrier pulsed with light—but that light was fading, flickering like a dying star.

While all others focused on assaulting the barrier, Michael fell into deep concentration.

He inhaled slowly, shutting out the noise of battle.

His consciousness sank into stillness.

He attuned himself to the barrier—to the power within it.

No longer frantic, Michael instead felt the slow, deliberate current of Radiance's power as it flowed toward him.

It fought him. Wild. Unstable.

But with every allied attack, its resistance weakened.

Michael dove deeper, seeking the source. It was vast. Oceanic. Rebellious.

There it is.

He saw it now—the true nature of the barrier's core.

It wasn't like the chaotic, outer-god energies he'd absorbed before.

No—this was something older. Purer.

Like ancient magic condensed into raw life force.

Of course. Radiance had built itself by consuming the essence of every mage and knight it devoured.

Michael reached into this vast pool, centering his mind and body.

With each surge of power, his being expanded.

From fingertips to spine, strength flooded him.

His blood boiled with heat. His heart thundered like a war drum.

The absorbed energy reorganized within him, pushing him toward something new.

His skin began to glow faintly.

Beneath him, the sea churned—stirred by his rising aura.

The barrier, once rejecting him, now yielded.

As if… it recognized him.

Accepted him.

Welcomed him as a new master.

"Just… a little more…"

Michael whispered, exhaling.

Now surrounded by pure light, he lifted a hand.

Raw power crackled at his fingertips. His eyes shone brighter than ever before.

And he realized—

He was becoming something else.

Alfred, sensing that Michael had absorbed most of the power, raised both hands high.

"Your time is over."

With those words, he sent a final command.

The shadows—now an ocean of writhing darkness—surged in unison.

A colossal impact crashed down upon the barrier.

At the beach, the head priest who had been torturing the boy lay motionless.

The other cultists had fared no better.

Being at the heart of the ritual, their holy energy had been absorbed along with the barrier's core.

From the temple at the island's center, Archbishop Agrippa knelt in disbelief.

Tears streamed down his cheeks.

"O Radiance…"

And then—

CRACK.

With a deafening roar, the barrier shattered.

Radiance's final veil had fallen.