47. Conversation
The battle began in an instant.
Cardinal Edinburgh summoned several golden mirrors, which reflected and amplified a beam of light, finally forming a pure light magic laser.
Although he was a necromancer controlled by Fred, he still retained his combat prowess from before his death. Coupled with the encouragement from the other Holy Knights, his power was comparable to level 95. In the human world, practically no one could reach this level.
Richard picked up his long spear. As the only necromancer endowed with a soul by Lord Fred, he was also given more power. A white light flashed in his eyes, and the spear, accompanied by a burst of light attribute magic, flew towards the demonified Saintess.
—A full-powered strike comparable to level 100.
At the same time, the Holy Knights raised their swords. Following their instincts from before death, they gathered all their swords’ magic power into a single point, transforming it into a terrifying, destructive wave of sword energy. This was a technique used in large-scale army battles, consuming immense stamina and usually reserved for emergencies.
Three forces attacked Agnes from three different angles.
But Agnes just chuckled lightly, letting the light attribute magic bombard her.
When the smoke cleared, Agnes was unharmed. She touched her cherry lips and looked down:
“Is this the full strength of humanity? How laughable.”
Richard was startled.
His full-powered strike, comparable to a tier-three high-ranking demon, had no effect on Agnes at all!
But they had no time to react. Agnes crossed her slender, white-stockinged legs, sat on a black lotus flower, and snapped her fingers.
“Zing—!”
Thousands of earth spikes erupted from the ground, piercing the bodies of the Holy Knights. But these guys had already lost their consciousness. Even when killed, they would only mutter, “Saintess, save me.” A single earth spike hit Edinburgh’s head, blood splattering everywhere, completely eliminating his chances of survival. But strictly speaking, he had already died.
The only one who made a sound was Richard.
“Ahhh—!”
He clutched his pierced foot and leaned against a nearby wall, blood dripping. His once-handsome face was now contorted in pain. At the same time, all the Holy Knights and necromancers turned into white flames and flew into the sky. Only Richard and the Saintess were left.
Sensing the killing intent, Richard stopped screaming. He sat cross-legged on the ground, briefly staunched the bleeding, then looked up with a grim expression and chuckled:
“Hehehe…”
“How delightful, my dear sister.”
“You know, even if you kill me, I will curse you for a lifetime in hell.”
“I will make you know the price of ignoring me!”
“Do you like the feeling of being cursed by your own family? Hahahaha—!”
The next second, the Saintess’s arm pierced through Richard’s heart.
“Splurt—!”
As blood spurted out, the last trace of humanity completely vanished.
Agnes tilted her head.
“Hee hee…”
“This feeling isn’t so bad.”
“Because killing you is a delightful thing~”
Saying that, the Saintess withdrew her arm. Thanks to the protective barrier of light magic, her hand wasn’t stained with a single drop of dirty blood. Then, she knelt on the ground, picked up a black spike, and repeatedly stabbed it into Richard’s body. Watching the body gradually become a mangled mess of flesh and blood, she also revealed a pathological smile.
After an unknown amount of time, amidst the tragic wails that were like nourishment to her, Richard completely lost consciousness, his putrid flesh turning to flames—but instead of flying into the sky, it was instantly extinguished.
She stood up and licked her lips in satisfaction. She didn’t know how vicious her expression was, but at this point, she no longer concealed her fallen heart. Moreover, now that the Goddess had fallen, there was no need for her to maintain her holy facade.
Suddenly, a succubus descended from the sky, just in time to see Agnes.
—It was Ann, who had rushed over from the [God Slaying Society].
Only then did Agnes remember that she had to support the Goddess of Light.
But just as she was about to leave, Ann shook her head and extended her hand to stop her: “They’re enough. The battle is over.”
“By the way, what’s this…”
Ann’s attention was entirely on the Saintess’s eyes, and the light blue horns on her head.
The Saintess had actually been demonified?
She had even transformed into a dragon, perhaps even surpassing high-rank tier four!
Could it be that Lady Reina had planned this all along, or was she one of her own people, hidden in plain sight?
As expected of Lady Reina.
Had even the Saintess become one of her possessions…
“How is the Dragon Queen?” Agnes asked, her pathological smile gone, replaced with concern.
Ann’s eyes widened. For a moment, she thought the Saintess also knew Bishop Lei’s true identity.
“Do you know about this?”
Agnes nodded in confirmation, and only then did Ann sigh in relief, confirming that the Saintess was “one of them.”
“She’s been saved.”
“What do you mean?”
Ann shook her head and said, “I was at the church in the east. I saw the Dragon King carrying her away with my own eyes. And she was crying very sadly…”
“And the enemy?”
“They’ve also been brought under control,” Ann said seriously. “It’s said that Miss White Scale was once his student. She knew her teacher’s weaknesses and easily brought him under control. But the reason it went so smoothly was all thanks to the Dragon Queen and the Dragon King.”
“The two fought until late at night, it’s almost morning now…”
“Really…”
“Eh?”
Ann looked left and right, but couldn’t find Agnes’s shadow.
What she didn’t know was that the Saintess had, a few seconds ago, run towards Calysia’s location at top speed. In just a few short seconds, she saw the Dragon King on the ceiling, holding the unconscious Reina in a princess carry, looking up at the moonlit sky.
Reina was already fast asleep.
Sensing the Saintess, Calysia glanced at her. Seeing the light blue dragon horns and golden vertical eyes on her head, she chuckled softly.
“Agnes, if you have something to say, just say it.”
“…”
Agnes could feel Calysia’s complex emotions, so she sat on the rafters, swinging her legs, and didn’t speak.
Only after Calysia’s breathing became a little more even did the Saintess ask:
“Your Majesty, are you very sad right now?”
Calysia didn’t answer directly.
She didn’t turn her head, but looked up at the starry sky and asked the Saintess in return:
“If I told you that the person you’re chasing after is a complete and utter dummy, what would you do?”
Agnes shook her head: “Dragon King, with all due respect, I think you’re also a dummy.”
“Oh?” Calysia’s expression was playful.
“You want to express your feelings so much, you want to cherish her so much, why don’t you just follow your heart and take her by force?”
…Because that’s not real love. I want to give Reina the best.
“I understand. The Dragon King is such a kind dragon… He wasn’t wrong,” the Saintess said with a smile, twirling a golden lock of her hair with her finger. “But instead of waiting for death, it’s better to hold her in your hands.”
Calysia lowered her head, her eyes slightly moist, and shook her head helplessly:
“What should I do?”
The Saintess smiled gently:
“Let me help you~”
Ann be like: