Isn’t Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? chapitre 144
In the moment of sudden cracks in the clear noon sky, a stifling silence prevailed. Because of the sickle cutting in space, the size of the slit rapidly increased, and an evil spirit in the shape of a death god quickly leaped out of the gap that opened like a wound. The evil spirit created by the devil in a fallen soul was supreme among the demons. The terrible thing quickly flew towards the ritual altar.
All of this happened in a very fleeting moment.
Surprisingly, the black evil spirit covered in ancient cloth did not attack people first like a hungry donkey, unlike other monsters.
'Kooooh!'
He suddenly roared wildly and swung a black-colored scythe in the air.
Kyi.
A frightening buzz passed through space and the ground began to shake violently.
“Ahhhhhhh!”
The marble columns and buildings around it also shook like an earthquake. Screams of terror echoed everywhere, and the witches who were preparing for the casting to attack grabbed their chests and vomited blood. That was because the moment the evil spirit wielded the scythe, the mana that flowed on the two main sides was strangely distorted.
"My God!"
High-ranking mages who were highly sensitive to mana suffered, especially in this unexpected blow.
" Father !!"
When he looked at his daughter screaming and jumping, Duke Seymour swallowed the blood that rose from his neck.
"You run!"
"Please go with me!"
The energy emitted by the evil spirit with the sickle was extraordinary even in her eyes. I felt a terrifyingly massive force, and the tip of my nose continued to emit an ominous bloody smell.
I thought the rift had already happened once and was going as planned, but suddenly a more dangerous monster appeared.
'Was this the identity of the worry that I couldn't shake off all along?'
"There was no such thing in the novel."
But this was an obvious fact.
Worse than a nightmare.
I can't keep away from my father who is vomiting blood. As soon as I asked again to escape, the marble pillar that was standing nearby collapsed.
"Purple."
At the owner's order, a solid defense wall like a tortoise shell was formed around it, and Epsidore, who ran in a hurry, quickly destroyed the pillar, so that the momentary crisis could be avoided. But the situation was getting out of control. The thick fog that was streaming through the cracks colored the blue sky black, and the nightmarish landscape turned into chaos.
There was no hell.
No one listened to the crown prince's order to calmly evacuate. And there was an even bigger problem. The knights were disarmed because they were in incense rituals, and evil spirits abolished the magic of high-ranking witches.
Great powers like the Org family and magic tower wizards were placed on the city gates to stabilize the chaos of the people, so even when facing first class monsters, the strength of the allies wasn't the best. Currently, among the knights who attended the ceremony, the only armed knight was Isidore, who could summon a sword with magic.
Duke Seymour hastily said. " The Duke of Visconti. Can you give me time to finish the hymn?”
But Duke Seymour said that, though, not expecting much.
Because the knights were vulnerable to flying enemies.
When the monster wave woke up, the mage dropped the enemy in the air, and the knights dealt with the monsters of the earth. But I didn't have time to think about it for long.
Ki-yek!
An evil spirit reminiscent of a reaper raised its machete again, making a frightening sound like scratching a board. The rickety scythe, whose teeth were missing, was stained black from dryness, and a huge and ominous darkness was overflowing in the air.
"Purple." Attack that scythe.”
Soon, Princess Deborah ordered Purple to release the light. Duke Seymour and the mage also hurriedly poured out a short spell class magic. But the black mist of the sky blocked the magic, and the magician's attack didn't even pass through the devil's collar.
It was then. A golden light flashed sharply through the air in the darkness.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!”
Painful demon cries echoed loudly. The people who were violently pushing and shoving each other to escape turned their eyes toward the direction of the sound as if something was possessed.
"angel?"
After releasing his sword, Isidore, who swiftly entered behind the monster's back by spreading his flash magic, ruthlessly thrust the blade into the back of the reaper.
"It's the magic of movement!"
“…a magic swordsman.”
Throughout the empire's history, some nobles cried out in amazement at the dramatic appearance of only three magical swordsmen.
"An angel has descended!"
Isidore, who raised his white robe and drew a golden sword to the evil spirit, reminded me of an archangel who deals with demons in myths, so not everyone can take their eyes off the scene.
“He is the archangel that the Saint sent us!”
Some people, who didn't know much about magic swordsmen, cried with emotion as if they thought Isidore was a true angel. Isidore, who had put two-handed swords in the head of evil spirits, summoned the sword of Bar Setad this time, set the sword on fire and confronted the evil spirit. Numerous sudden and menacing attacks poured out, and the evil spirit with a weak appearance struggled vigorously.
“Kooooooo!”
Although the terrible demon spurted out like a vine, Isidore blew out a golden sword once more after escaping the attack. Eventually, the evil spirit dispersed like mist, and the huge scythe above the altar shook, but that wasn't the end.
Rather, it was the beginning. When a powerful evil spirit was subjected to a fatal attack, the black mist that swept across the blue sky began to reveal its true form.
"No, my God."
Those who had had hope for a while because of Isidore lost strength in their legs and collapsed. Those who were weak of heart fainted from the horrific scene.
The dark mist that filled the sky was a ghost power in the form of a skeleton drawn by an evil spirit.
When the leader and suppressor disappeared, the ghosts released magic and tried to escape, but a wind blew on their bodies. A blizzard was completed, the seventh degree magic that transcended the limits of a human, which made Duke Seymour a Sorcerer. A terrifying ice storm, like a catastrophe, exploded on the power of a ghost, and half of the demons froze from the spot and fell to the ground.
"attacks!"
When the knights who finished their army and the mages who straightened their ranks participated in the war, there was an uphill battle that was hard to see with my eyes open after that. That was because skeletal ghosts that had lost their heart from evil spirits craved human blood and flesh and ran away like demons.
Additionally, if a magic of less than 4 classes or less was not offensive using oora , then it couldn't be fatal.
“Heh, haha…!”
Isidore sighed with a pale face, wounding the black ghost one by one with his sword. It was not easy for Isidore, a magic swordsman, to deal alone with high-ranking demons, so he was very tired.
"Where's Deborah?"
He wiped the sweat flowing from his jaw and leaned with a pale face. The dark mist spread by the skeletal ghosts made it difficult to tell who he was.
You must have been evacuated well, right? please…….
Imperial power is forbidden to bring magical tools, so there are probably no scrolls or artifacts in her hand. Fortunately, there was a holy spirit to take care of her. The evil gate Isidore pulled his sword again and cut off the head of the beast that was running towards him.
"Behind Isidore".
It was then. Hearing a familiar and desperate voice, Isidore hastily turned his head. I can see great darkness and sickle in my eyes.
The evil spirit, whose face and half of its body exploded, and its arm was cut off, turned into mist and held its breath, then reappeared once Isidore was exhausted.
"It's dangerous!"
At the princess's cry, Isidore reflexively retreated several steps.
"My God!"
But the tip of a long sickle broke his rib bones, and he couldn't even scream. In an instant, his eyes turned black, and his brain shook with intense pain that choked his breath.
"Deborah."
In the flashing red vision, the woman's face, which had rushed toward him, seemed clear. While he was feeling the burning pain, he suddenly thought he was lucky. Perhaps, had it not been for Deborah, his heart would have pierced and died instantly, and I would never have seen such a beautiful face again.
But when he saw her up close, her face looked very sad, and his heart was soon broken.
"do not Cry. I wouldn't die for something like that.”
Only black blood continued to flow from his open mouth instead of his voice. Poisoned by the poison on the sickle. For the first time at the crossroads of life and death, Isidore felt despair.
Feeling the distant fear that he could no longer be seen and that she would be sad when he was gone, he collected the remaining mana and tried to calm himself.
“Please, priest! Priest! The duke is wounded here. please!"
But like a candle just before it goes out, his delicate eyelids begin to close.
Isidore gasped for breath and barely licked his lips.
"I am sorry."
“Don’t say such a weak word in front of me!”
I heard you haven't been hurt since you were thirteen!
"If you never get hurt!"
Blood on the white rosary.
A land deserted by monsters.
blond man
bloody smell;
Suddenly, a wave of memories shattered, and Deborah's head heard the sound of something blocking her strength like a dam crashing and shattering.
A pure white divine power soon exploded from her body.
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