Chapter 204: Chapter 105: Angel’s Advent
This was the first time he had ever used this final trump card since becoming a Blood Mage.
"Eeep?!"
Esther, who had been happily feeding, suddenly found her meal turning into an ethereal cloud of blood-red mist. She instantly puffed out her cheeks in a huff.
"Not good, he’s trying to escape."
Amadis’s expression changed as she controlled the Undead Army.
Lynch’s eyes narrowed, and he couldn’t help but sigh internally. ’As expected of a criminal on the Imperial Blacklist. None of them are simple. To still have a life-saving trump card in such a desperate situation...’
’What a pity...’
He didn’t really have any good way to counter a technique like this.
’If only I knew Soul Lash, I could give it a shot. But I don’t, do I?’
Just as Lynch thought he could only watch helplessly as the Crimson Reaper escaped.
A brilliant Holy Light suddenly erupted beside him.
The light stung his skin, causing a sharp pain. He hissed, sucking in a sharp breath, and hurriedly took several steps back to create some distance.
He focused his gaze and finally noticed Avril. She had been quiet and inactive inside the Water Curtain Shield the entire time. Now, however, she was clasping her hands tightly before her chest, holding a lifelike Angel Statue pendant made of Mithril that had appeared at some unknown point.
Her eyes were closed, her small face filled with piety and solemnity as she rapidly chanted something under her breath.
As she prayed, the angel statue pulsed with Holy Light, the radiance so intense it completely enveloped her.
"Descend~ O holy wings that walk among mortals, Guardian Angel of the Grant Clan..."
As Avril uttered the final line of her prayer.
The next instant.
VWOOM!!!
A brilliant pillar of Holy Light shot into the clouds.
Immediately after, a vast and sacred aura descended upon the world as if from a Divine Kingdom.
The figure of a woman suddenly appeared in the sky. She had two wings sprouting from her back, was clad in silver armor, and her entire body seemed to be forged from Holy Light.
’Is that...’
’The projection of a two-winged Angel?’
Lynch’s eyes widened abruptly.
The moment the Angel’s projection appeared, it casually threw a spear of light. The spear shot out like a bolt of lightning, directly piercing the blood mist that was trying to escape.
The blood mist roiled violently before instantly solidifying back into the form of the Crimson Reaper, which then crashed hard onto the ground. A bowl-sized hole had been punched straight through his chest.
All signs of life were gone from him.
Number ninety-seven on the Imperial Blacklist, the infamous "Crimson Reaper," was dead just like that.
’Holy shit! Holy fucking shit!!!’
Lynch was completely stunned by the scene before him.
He never would have imagined that Avril could just summon an Angel like that!
’Even if it’s just a projection, it’s still an Angel!’
Since transmigrating to this world, aside from the mindless Angel Sentinels, this was the first time Lynch had ever seen a real Angel.
Amidst his shock, Lynch was also speechless.
’Avril, oh, Avril, didn’t you just come to my Lakefront Town to be a field Priest?’
’Was it really necessary to carry a superweapon like this with you?’
As he was lost in thought, the Angel projection floating in mid-air slowly descended to Avril’s side.
Seeing her pale face and weakened aura, the female Angel frowned slightly. Her tone was gentle but held a hint of affectionate criticism. "You silly child, I thought it was something serious... to waste a summoning chance just like this."
As she spoke, her gaze inadvertently swept over Lynch and Amadis. She frowned with instinctual disgust but didn’t have any extreme reaction.
After all, she was aware that within the Empire, Necromancer was still a legal Extraordinary Profession at present.
However, the next second.
She seemed to sense something, and her expression changed drastically.
A torrential rage surged from her body, carrying with it the oppressive might of the Holy Light. It crashed down upon Lynch alone with crushing force.
"A disciple of death, with such a thick stench of uncleanness and blasphemy... You dare approach the bloodline of Grant!?"
"Get away from her!"
In an instant.
Lynch felt as if his brain was starved of oxygen; even his breathing had stopped.
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