My Pervert Sytem

Chapter 59: Shadow Lance and the Silver Broadsword

The jagged shadow lance shot across the opulent study with a terrifying velocity that actively tore the very oxygen out of the air.

The massive projectile of condensed dark magic was easily large enough to vaporize a heavy steel carriage and it was aimed directly at the center of Leon’s chest.

The Syndicate Grandmaster had intended to effortlessly erase the arrogant servant and the terrified Head Maid in one casual strike before turning his attention back to the struggling knights.

Leon did not rely on his invisible magical barriers to stop an attack of this monumental caliber.

He heavily clamped his strong arms around Beatrice’s waist ensuring her delicate frame was pressed tightly against his muscular chest and instantly activated his Aura Step.

His staggering one hundred and seventy five points of Agility allowed him to perceive the lethal shadow lance moving in agonizing slow motion. He channeled his kinetic mana into his leather boots and violently folded the physical space around his body.

The massive dark projectile slammed into the marble floor exactly where they had been standing just a fraction of a millisecond prior.

The resulting explosion shattered the stone foundation and sent a massive shockwave of pulverized debris flying into the grand library but Leon and Beatrice simply materialized perfectly unharmed near the eastern flank of the Patriarch’s ruined sanctuary.

Commander Vance and his five elite Vanguard lieutenants did not waste the precious opening Leon had miraculously bought them.

The six heavily battered Master tier knights roared in unison as they funneled their blazing silver auras entirely into the commander’s heavy runic greatsword.

The combined magical energy rapidly expanded outward taking the shape of a massive glowing silver broadsword construct that illuminated the dark suffocating study with blinding radiant light.

"Sterling Vanguard!" Commander Vance bellowed at the top of his lungs while swinging the colossal silver construct directly toward the distracted Grandmaster’s exposed flank.

The sheer concussive force of the combined Master tier attack was breathtaking to witness.

The air violently violently ruptured as the glowing silver blade crashed down upon the Syndicate leader with enough destructive kinetic energy to level a small mountain.

Leon watched the monumental clash with his dark magnetic eyes narrowed in intense observation.

He fully expected the coordinated strike to completely obliterate the mercenary but the brutal reality of the power hierarchy was instantly put on full display.

The Grandmaster did not even turn around to face the incoming assault.

The autonomous jagged shadow serpents violently sprouting from his back aggressively surged upward and rapidly intertwined to form a dense impenetrable dome of pure dark magic.

The massive silver broadsword construct slammed heavily into the shadow shield generating a blinding shockwave of chaotic energy that rattled the ancient tapestries and shattered every remaining pane of glass in the room.

The glowing silver blade fiercely ground against the dark barrier for three agonizing seconds before the shadow serpents violently violently snapped outward like coiled springs.

The combined magical construct shattered into a million useless glittering fragments. The sheer repelling force of the Grandmaster’s domain blasted Commander Vance and his elite lieutenants backward through the air.

Two of the Vanguard knights screamed in agony as jagged spikes of dark magic instantly materialized from the floor and pierced cleanly through their mastercrafted silver armor pinning them brutally to the ruined marble.

Commander Vance crashed heavily into a mahogany bookshelf coughing up a violent mouthful of blood as his silver aura flickered dangerously close to completely dying out.

Six of the most powerful elite warriors in the territory had flawlessly combined their ultimate techniques and they had barely managed to force the Grandmaster to take a single step backward.

The mercenary’s elegant dark robes were slightly singed along the hem but he was otherwise completely entirely unharmed.

"A truly pathetic display of synchronized desperation," the Grandmaster sighed smoothly while casually turning his masked face back toward the corner where Leon had reappeared.

"You cannot bridge the gap between our realms with mere parlor tricks. Now return my focus to the anomaly who dodged my lance."

Leon realized with chilling certainty that fighting the Grandmaster in a battle of magical attrition was complete suicide.

The man’s domain was a self sustaining fortress of lethal shadows. The only way to win this battle was to wake up the one person in the estate who possessed the raw power to counter the Syndicate leader.

He reached into his leather satchel and pulled out the small wooden pillbox containing the Aura Cleansing Pill.

He looked down at Beatrice who was still clinging desperately to his torn tailored tunic while trembling under the oppressive gravitational weight of the room.

The crystal bell chimed beautifully in his skull fighting against the roaring shadows to project a glowing pink text box right above the Head Maid’s messy silver hair.

[Emergency Courier Quest Issued: The Center of Gravity]

[Context: The Ice Queen is too exhausted to run through the crushing domain but she is the only one who can administer the cure while you draw aggro. A true degenerate knows how to provide a highly secure physical launchpad.]

[Objective: Place the pillbox into her hand, firmly grab her remarkably soft rear end to stabilize her weight, and violently toss her directly toward the Patriarch’s throne.]

[Reward: +20 Strength, Skill ’Kinetic Shockwave (Upgraded)’, 400 Shameless Points.]

[Failure Penalty: The Host will suffer a massive sudden loss of spatial awareness causing him to accidentally throw the Head Maid directly out of the shattered bay window.]

Leon read the penalty and knew tossing Beatrice out of a towering estate window would ruin his incredibly successful romantic groundwork.

He quickly pressed the small wooden pillbox into her trembling fingers and locked his dark magnetic gaze onto her wide icy blue eyes.

"That box contains the cure for the Patriarch," Leon commanded in a deep urgent whisper projecting his heavy Intimidation Aura to cut through her rising panic. "I am going to throw you to the throne. Do not hesitate. Feed it to him immediately."

Beatrice barely had time to process his words before Leon smoothly slid his large muscular hands down her back and firmly aggressively gripped the incredibly soft curves of her ass directly through her strict uniform skirt.

The sudden highly inappropriate physical contact sent a massive jolt of blinding electrical heat straight into her exhausted nervous system.

Her Lie Detector aura wildly exploded with a chaotic storm of pure unadulterated shock and deeply frustrating arousal but Leon did not give her a single second to voice a formal complaint.

He braced his boots against the shattered floor channeled his massive one hundred and thirty points of Strength and fluidly vaulted her delicate body high into the air directly toward the elevated throne.