“Hehe? You care about her that much?”
“Of course. She's very important to me~”
“Is that so? In that case...”
After receiving Yumo's answer, Welt-Sislov said nothing more.
Instead, an unprecedented, terrifying killing intent suddenly burst forth from his dark emerald eyes!
Cold and frenzied bloodlust merged with the overwhelming pressure of his dark emerald magic, roaring in every direction.
The sky, which had only just cleared after the Blood Butterflies dispersed, was once again swallowed by the aura of dark emerald magic.
As the medicinal effects continued to be absorbed, Welt-Sislov's presence climbed higher and higher. He had almost completely recovered to his previous state—no, he had even surpassed it. At this moment, he was already extremely close to Peak Eighth Tier.
The violent magical power radiating from him made everyone within Wind Facing City feel a threat that reached deep into their souls.
Even the civilians who had already escaped the city trembled uncontrollably beneath the pressure of the distant aura.
As his power continued to rise,
Welt-Sislov's body gradually transformed into something monstrous, completely losing the refined, scholarly temperament he had displayed at the beginning.
Now, he resembled nothing less than a terrifying demon crawling out of the Abyss itself.
Simply looking at him was enough to send chills down one's spine.
However,
For Miss Yumo, who had seen countless varieties of Abyss Demons, Welt-Sislov's increasingly grotesque appearance not only failed to disgust her, but actually caused her to raise an eyebrow with a hint of interest.
Hehe.
The new look was actually kind of cute...
Still,
"So then? What exactly are you planning to do?"
"Hehe. Naturally, I'm going to help the Demon God cleanse our ranks! First, I'll eliminate you, the traitor! Then I'll kill that Child of Destiny!"
The instant those words fell,
Welt-Sislov's pupils contracted sharply as dark emerald light erupted within his eyes.
Boom!!
Accompanied by a thunderous explosion and the sudden cracking of the earth,
Welt-Sislov leaped into the air.
His lips parted slightly as he rapidly chanted an incantation. With every syllable, a dark emerald magic circle was swiftly engraved before him.
'Holy Domain Magic—Lulote's Black Death Thorn Spear!'
As he silently called out the spell's name,
The dense dark emerald magic surrounding the battlefield responded as though summoned, pouring endlessly into the magic circle.
Within moments, under the formation's construction, a black energy spear entwined with green thorny vines materialized before Welt-Sislov.
Grasping the spear's shaft, he immediately assumed a throwing stance.
Boundless magical power surged into the weapon.
The overwhelming energy caused space itself to tremble violently.
"Die, traitor!!"
With an enraged roar,
Welt-Sislov hurled the Thorn Spear with all his strength.
The Black Death Thorn Spear had always been one of his strongest offensive spells.
Now, after absorbing the power of the Blood Soul Pill, his strength had increased dramatically, and so had the spear's destructive force.
The instant it left his hand,
The earth shook.
The sky split apart.
Even the surrounding space seemed to distort beneath the overwhelming fluctuations of power.
The spear, forged from black and dark emerald light, roared like a beast freed from its chains, dragging a violent hurricane behind it as it charged toward its target—
Straight at the black-haired girl's chest.
Once it pierced her body, the thorny vines would erupt into explosive growth, binding her completely before draining every last drop of her life force.
Just imagining that breathtaking beauty soon becoming nothing more than a dried corpse,
A cruel smile spread across Welt-Sislov's face.
Not a trace of pity remained.
Hehe.
Who told you to betray the Demon God?
The next moment,
Under Welt-Sislov's expectant gaze,
The crimson butterflies surrounding the black-haired girl were instantly scattered by the violent gale.
The terrifying energy spear tore through space and, at unimaginable speed, slammed directly into her chest.
The black-haired girl appeared to make no attempt whatsoever to defend herself.
Nor did any fluctuations of the Shadow of Silence Power emerge around her.
Welt-Sislov's most powerful strike landed cleanly upon its target without the slightest obstruction.
An earth-shattering explosion erupted instantly.
Violent waves of energy surged outward like a raging tsunami.
In an instant, everything in the surrounding area—except Mengxi, who remained protected within crimson light—was obliterated by the aftershock.
Whether they were the small number of city defenders rushing over to reinforce the battlefield or members of the Heavenly Punishment Holy Church who had come to aid their Cult Leader,
All of them collapsed unconscious beneath the devastating release of power.
Those who were too weak were killed on the spot by the shockwave alone.
Seeing his attack land successfully,
Excitement and ecstasy immediately filled Welt-Sislov's eyes.
However,
In the very next instant,
The twisted smile on his face froze completely.
His dark emerald pupils shrank violently, his eyes overflowing with utter disbelief.
?!!
H-How was this possible?!
'T-This is impossible!!'
Before his horrified eyes,
The Black Death Thorn Spear had indeed struck the black-haired girl's chest.
But the scene he had anticipated—
Her body being pierced, her life force drained until she became a shriveled corpse—
Never happened.
Because after striking her chest,
The spear simply... stopped there.
No matter how fiercely it unleashed its power,
No matter how violently it tried to force its way forward,
It could not move another inch.
The black-haired girl's expression never showed even the slightest trace of panic after being struck.
From beginning to end,
She merely tilted her head, wearing an amused expression...
There was even the faintest hint of excitement.
As the weapon's power was gradually exhausted,
The light surrounding the Black Death Thorn Spear became increasingly dim.
Finally,
The moment all of its energy was depleted,
The spear shattered apart,
Disintegrating into countless particles of magical energy.
The violent energy storm likewise dissipated.
The heavens and earth returned to peace once more.
Yet after noticing the tiny trace of blood upon the black-haired girl's chest,
Welt-Sislov could no longer remain calm.
The world had become peaceful again.
His heart, however, had descended into complete chaos.
"H-How... How can this be!!!!"
In that instant,
An almost hysterical scream erupted within Welt-Sislov's mind.
Meanwhile,
The black-haired girl—
Miss Yumo—
Was no longer calm either.
Slowly,
She raised one delicate hand and gently touched the spot on her chest where Welt-Sislov's attack had landed.
Then,
She stared at her fingertips in astonishment.
At the tiny streak of blood upon them.
The next second,
A sweet smile blossomed across Miss Yumo's face.
Covering her lips with one hand,
She let out a series of crisp, bell-like giggles.
It was obvious.
She was in an exceptionally good mood.
As the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons,
She had to be defeated by the protagonist group.
But exactly how strong they needed to become before they could destroy her...
She had never known.
After all,
The previous three Braves had attacked her relentlessly, yet failed to leave even the tiniest scratch.
That had made her begin worrying about her own absurd defensive capabilities.
What if her defense was simply too high?
What if the protagonists could never break through it?
Exactly what level of strength would be required to injure her?
Today,
Yumo finally seemed to have found the answer.
As long as someone possessed the strength of the Upper Eighth Tier,
They could wound her.
The protagonist group possessed the Goddess's blessing.
Their divine power naturally countered her own.
As long as she could nurture them until they reached the Eighth Tier,
Combined with the suppressive effect of divine power,
They would definitely be able to inflict even greater damage upon her.
Although...
It still wasn't much.
But every little bit added up~
As long as she transformed into the Hall of Ten Thousand Demons, lowered her defenses, and quietly let them attack,
Sooner or later,
They would be able to kill her!
Yes!
That was the plan!
Hehe~
Thinking that,
Joy completely filled Yumo's crimson eyes.
Looking at the blood upon her fingertips,
The tiny wound in her chest,
Feeling the faint ache spreading from the injury,
The smile on her face became even brighter.
'So... this is what pain feels like~'
So this...
was what being injured felt like?
How nostalgic...
...
Hm??
However,
Just as the saying goes, disaster always strikes when least expected.
Before Miss Yumo could enjoy her happiness for long,
Her brows suddenly furrowed tightly.
Right before her astonished eyes,
The hard-earned wound instinctively healed itself.
In the blink of an eye,
Every trace of injury disappeared from her chest.
It was as though the energy spear had never struck her at all.
At that moment,
Miss Yumo's beautiful little face instantly darkened,
Every inch of it practically [N O V E L I G H T] screaming one word—
"Depressed."
'Damn it.'
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