At that moment,
Mengxi, who was supposedly still unconscious, secretly opened her right eye and looked toward the black-haired girl standing protectively before her.
Sensing Welt-Sislov's rapidly rising aura and the overwhelming power contained within that energy spear, Mengxi couldn't help but worry for Yumo.
That attack...
Its destructive power absolutely could not be underestimated.
Could Sister Yumo really be in danger...?
If her body hadn't already reached its absolute limit,
Mengxi would have rushed over to help without hesitation.
When she saw the black-haired girl choose to confront Welt-Sislov's attack head-on,
Her heartbeat accelerated wildly.
Although, from the conversation between Yumo and Welt-Sislov just now, Mengxi had learned that Yumo had indeed approached her with some sort of objective,
She still didn't want to see Yumo get hurt protecting her.
However,
Very soon,
Mengxi realized in astonishment...
She might have seriously underestimated Sister Yumo's strength.
Even with the barrier Yumo had placed around her, Welt-Sislov's earth-shaking attack was still so overwhelming that it made her feel as though she were suffocating. Even her soul trembled beneath its pressure.
Yet...
Such an overwhelming attack...
Was casually neutralized the instant it struck Sister Yumo.
It was simply...
Unimaginable.
Even more confusing, however,
Was Yumo's bizarre reaction after being hit.
Normally, someone struck by an attack like that should feel pain.
They should become angry.
Or immediately launch a counterattack.
Instead,
Sister Yumo simply stood there in a daze, repeatedly letting out pleasant, bell-like laughter.
From the things she said, Mengxi could tell that Yumo was genuinely happy.
But...
Why would someone be happy after getting hurt?
What was going on?
Recalling the brief moment earlier, when divine power had erupted inside her body and she had accidentally glimpsed Sister Yumo repeatedly smashing her own head against a wall...
At that instant,
Several very strange ideas suddenly surfaced in Mengxi's mind.
Could it be...
'Sister Yumo has masochistic tendencies?'
Or perhaps...
'Sister is actually an M...?'
Remembering certain books that definitely weren't suitable for children,
Mengxi couldn't help arriving at that rather bizarre conclusion.
At the same moment,
Standing in front of her,
Miss Yumo suddenly felt an inexplicable chill run down her spine.
She hurriedly turned around to look behind herself.
Why...
Did she suddenly have such a bad feeling?
One day in the future,
When Miss Yumo was shocked to discover herself suddenly stripped completely naked by Mengxi and tightly bound to a bed,
Only then would Yumo regret the... rather strange behavior she had displayed today.
Meanwhile,
Compared with Mengxi's astonishment,
Welt-Sislov's heart had been completely overwhelmed by shock.
His dark emerald eyes trembled violently, filled with utter disbelief.
When he looked once again at the black-haired girl,
The soaring fighting spirit he had possessed only moments ago collapsed almost instantly.
Ever since becoming a Magic God,
Never...
Not once...
Had anyone ever neutralized his attacks so effortlessly.
'Impossible!!'
Welt-Sislov roared inwardly.
Something had to be wrong!
He simply could not accept reality.
His expression gradually became hysterical.
No!
Impossible!
There had to be some trick!
There's no way she actually blocked my attack with her own body!
Not even someone at Peak Eighth Tier could do something like that!
Unless...
Unless she's actually the Demon God herself!
There has to be some kind of artifact on her that blocked my attack!
Some sort of one-time defensive treasure!
'One more time!'
Still unwilling to give up,
Welt-Sislov raised his left hand once more.
Dark emerald magic erupted violently,
Rapidly gathering within his palm as another emerald magic formation materialized.
Clearly,
He intended to cast the Black Death Thorn Spear again.
However,
While Welt-Sislov refused to give up,
Miss Yumo had already lost her patience.
After all,
Even if that attack hit her dozens more times,
It would amount to nothing more than scratching an itch.
The next instant,
Under Welt-Sislov's stunned gaze,
A crimson flash burst forth.
The black-haired figure instantly appeared directly before him.
His pupils contracted violently.
His heart nearly stopped.
?!
"Y-You...!"
He didn't even have time to cry out.
The moment his eyes met the girl's crimson gaze,
His entire body shuddered.
The words he was about to shout became lodged in his throat.
A bead of cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.
Even the incantation he had been chanting at high speed came to an abrupt halt because of Yumo's sudden appearance.
"Stop trying. You're wasting time..."
Miss Yumo said coldly.
She slowly raised her hand,
And directly grabbed the still-incomplete Black Death Thorn Spear.
Then,
As her slender fingers tightened ever so slightly,
The energy spear, which contained devastating magical power,
Once again shattered before Welt-Sislov's horrified eyes,
Breaking apart into countless particles of magical energy.
"H-How is that possible?!"
She...
She crushed the Black Death Thorn Spear...
With her bare hand?!
?!
"Hm?!"
Before Welt-Sislov could even process the impossible scene before him,
An unbearable pain suddenly exploded from between his legs.
His face instantly twisted into an absurd, almost comical expression from the overwhelming agony.
"BOOM!!!"
Accompanied by a deafening explosion and a surge of terrifying crimson Shadow of Silence Power,
The now thoroughly unmotivated Yumo casually kicked Welt-Sislov square in the crotch.
He spat out another mouthful of blood, along with several fragments of internal organs.
The dark emerald aura surrounding him instantly collapsed.
The mutated limbs produced by the Blood Soul Pill also disappeared completely beneath that single kick.
Welt-Sislov returned to his normal human appearance.
Only...
There was no longer the slightest trace of the imposing dignity expected of the Cult Leader of the Heavenly Punishment Holy Church.
He looked like nothing more than a drenched stray dog.
Before he could even clutch himself and groan,
Chains formed from crimson energy shot forward,
Binding him tightly in midair.
His body was stretched into an X-shape.
At that moment,
Welt-Sislov completely abandoned any thoughts of resisting.
Defeating the woman before him...
Or killing the Child of Destiny while she protected her...
Were both utterly impossible.
The only thing he could still do...
Was hurl insults.
"You crazy hag! You damned bitch! You filthy wh*re! MD fucking bitch! Protecting the Child of Destiny like this—the Demon God won't let you off! The Son of God won't let you off either! You'll get what's coming to you sooner or later!"
"..."
Listening to his threats,
Miss Yumo frowned speechlessly.
"Retribution? That's hardly important. What I'm more interested in is... who exactly is this Son of God you're talking about?"
"The Son of God?"
"That's right~"
Realizing what she wanted,
Although terrified and helpless,
Welt-Sislov still forced himself to glare at the black-haired girl with utter hostility.
"In your dreams! I'll never betray the Son of God! I won't tell a traitor like you a single thing!"
"Oh? So stubborn?"
"Hah! Even if you torture me to death, I won't tell you anything!"
"..."
Hearing that,
Miss Yumo slowly rested a finger against her chin,
Falling into brief contemplation.
After thoughtfully glancing around at the surrounding battlefield,
Her expression gradually turned icy.
"If you're looking to die..."
"I'll grant your wish~"
As she spoke,
Crimson Shadow of Silence Power slowly gathered around her fingertips.
At that moment,
Dozens of members of the Heavenly Punishment Holy Church unexpectedly charged into the battlefield.
Leaping into the air,
They launched a simultaneous attack toward Miss Yumo.
In an instant,
Brilliant lights from countless combat arts and spells illuminated the area around her.
However,
Faced with attacks from opponents of this caliber,
Yumo merely glanced back coldly.
So...
They managed to rush over while I wasn't paying attention?
"How boring..."
The girl's eyes narrowed slightly.
Crimson butterflies suddenly danced through the air.
As Sleep Powder scattered everywhere,
The desperately loyal church members immediately became dizzy.
A moment later,
Every last one of them collapsed unconscious.
Still,
Their appearance was not entirely meaningless.
'Now!'
The instant Yumo turned her attention behind her,
Welt-Sislov seized the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Gathering every last bit of strength remaining within him,
He poured it into the specially crafted magic ring on his index finger.
The Space Orb hidden inside activated instantly.
The next moment,
Blue spatial light rippled outward.
To Miss Yumo's apparent surprise,
Welt-Sislov was enveloped by brilliant blue light.
After a brief flash,
He vanished completely.
Just like Third Prince Bernard before him,
He had escaped using the exceedingly rare Space Orb.
"..."
However,
Once Welt-Sislov's presence had completely disappeared,
Miss Yumo slowly put away the "surprised" expression on her face.
Her usual blank expression returned.
She even deliberately let out a disappointed sigh.
'Sigh... he got away~'
Space Orbs really were wonderful things.
Instant teleportation was incredibly convenient.
But for Miss Yumo,
Disrupting spatial teleportation wasn't difficult at all.
The reason she had deliberately "focused" on dealing with the other church members...
Was simply to let Welt-Sislov escape.
Judging from his attitude and tone,
He clearly wasn't going to reveal anything about the Son of God.
Since he refused to talk,
She would just have to find that person herself~
Smiling faintly,
Miss Yumo lowered her gaze thoughtfully toward the blue magic stone resting in her palm.
'Little Sai... let's hope this tracking gadget doesn't disappoint me~'
Meanwhile,
On a pile of distant ruins,
A man wearing tattered official robes slowly climbed out from an underground shelter hidden beneath the rubble.
He was the imperial official named Perloqi,
Who had been dispatched to Wind Facing City by the royal family of the Snow Night Empire.
At that moment,
The official was holding an object that looked remarkably similar to a camera.
He pointed it toward the black-haired girl floating in midair.
'So... this is Blood Butterfly?'
Heh.
This was truly unexpected intelligence.
It had to be transmitted to His Highness the Crown Prince immediately.
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