I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 312

Chapter 18: So, So You Are…

Sensing the boy’s almost suffocating killing intent, Karlmann instinctively turned his wand around, trying to strike first.

And that’s how he missed the movement beneath the stage’s ruins.

In the next moment, blinding Holy Light burst forth.

A shadow cloaked in radiant white flames suddenly emerged from the dark ruins, dragging a sharp sword light, and lunged at Karlmann.

Seraph—that was Alice’s trump card.

In terms of enhancement, it even surpassed the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, boosting Alice’s Extraordinary Power too.

A sudden breakthrough?

How is that even possible?!

Is this… Sequence 7?!

Karlmann couldn’t think much, waving his wand in a panic, summoning the titan’s bone claws to crash down once more.

The terrifying undead claws were surrounded by the scent of death, as if they aimed to silence all living beings.

However, the blonde girl let out a soft breath, releasing a brilliant blade of light!

The holy blade and the chilling bone claws collided, the contrasting forces shaking the air with a shockwave.

The bones Karlmann summoned came from a titan’s corpse; after all, they were remains of a mythical creature, far beyond the power of Sequence 7 to shatter.

With the heavy pressure, his arms nearly lost feeling, and the steel long sword in his hand was already covered in cracks. Alice realized in that moment she was not a match.

Perhaps retreating would be the wisest choice.

But when she accidentally caught sight of the black-haired boy, the thought of backing down faded entirely.

Her master was watching.

The moment she realized this, Alice felt an intense heat in her chest, an unimaginable power bursting forth from within her.

Alice shouted coldly, gripping her nearly broken sword with the holy light extending the blade, forcing herself forward against the terrifying grip of the mythical creature and undead magic.

This step was the threshold of Sequence 7.

The blade shone brilliantly, the flames erupting.

The girl’s figure was shrouded in Holy Light.

Karlmann’s murky, hollow eyes were scorched by the light, and he howled in despair.

This slash couldn’t break the claws, but it was enough to push them back, and the dispersing Holy Light splashed onto Karlmann, making him scream in agony.

Alice was also sent flying by the enemy’s power, but this time, a solid chest caught her safely in their embrace.

Smelling that familiar scent, the girl’s previously tensed nerves relaxed instantly.

“Master, how did I do?”

“… You did great.”

Roy didn’t know what else to say.

Looking at Alice’s pale face covered in cold sweat, he unconsciously tightened his hold on the proud girl, yet worried he might hurt her small delicate body, he eased his grip a bit.

After all, their opponent was a cult priest wielding an extraordinary item, and even an Extraordinary Being with the Holy Light bloodline might not be able to match.

Yet Alice had managed to hold her ground against Sequence 8 for so long, and even broke through to Sequence 7 at a critical moment.

Alice’s performance exceeded Roy’s imagination.

But the girl herself didn’t think so; she mumbled somewhat dejectedly, “Sorry, I still had to trouble my master in the end.”

Roy smiled gently at Alice, “It’s okay, you’ve done enough. I’ll take it from here.”

Meanwhile, Karlmann finally roared.

“Leave it to you?”

“There’s a limit to arrogance!”

Karlmann bellowed, sounding both angry and mournful.

In a sense, the necromancer was already considered an undead being, and the Holy Light was like poison to the undead.

The bone claws endured Alice’s full force strike, but Karlmann was injured by the backlash, his body resembling a corpse eaten away by acid, his once weathered face was now covered in rotting flesh, wounds so deep one could see the bone.

But compared to the pain, the humiliation was what he couldn’t bear.

“How dare you, how dare you, how dare you tarnish my noble undead body with this filthy light…! Ah, no, no, don’t come in! Get out now!”

The mighty cult priest now knelt on the ground, tears streaming, like an ant burned by a spark, struggling in vain to escape this searing punishment.

In immense agony, Karlmann suddenly raised his head, glaring intensely at the girl behind Roy.

“You filthy wretch, I will kill you!”

Countless pale magic circles appeared in an instant, summoning forth an undead army.

The two-headed bone dragon flapped its wings, roaring as it approached, white, cold, undead magic blazing in its mouth.

The gigantic undead claws, originating from the titan, spread wide once more, as if a proud king aimed to crush an ant.

Before this terrifying spectacle that resembled a natural disaster, not to mention the actors, even the Extraordinary Beings who had come to stop Karlmann earlier were shaking in fear, forgetting to run away.

Sensing the terror in the air, Karlmann found his sanity and dignity again, gritting his teeth against the pain, and glanced towards the young boy in the distance.

Is that the unknown little brat?

Hmph, still standing there without a move, not even drawing his sword. Looks like he’s scared silly.

Well, this is perfect for your maid’s funeral!

“A mere mortal, yet you do not crawl?! Only eternal silence awaits you!”

Facing the two-headed bone dragon, the titan’s claws, and the mighty undead army, the black-haired boy showed no sign of dodging or blinking, his expression as calm as water.

He simply raised his gaze, locking onto the necromancer’s grey-white eyes.

In an instant, a crimson tide flashed in one of the boy’s black eyes.

Karlmann sensed a strange wave, yet he didn’t care anymore.

After all, the victor was already decided.

The black-haired boy and the blonde girl were unmistakably to be obliterated in the tide of corpses, not even raising a ripple.

And before the red mage arrived, he had already slipped away, hiding once more.

After that, he successfully found the opportunity to kill the False King‘s blood, bringing its remains back intact to the academy.

The Necromancy Academy acknowledged his achievements; even the great Lord of Death Himself personally bestowed a divine decree, promoting him to the position of the cult’s leader.

Under his leadership, the Necromancy Academy swept through all powers, silencing every corner of Veszyra forever, establishing an empire of the dead.

And he, Karlmann, became the Death God’s sole apostle, the eternal and immortal emperor of death—

Pfft!

The scene before him shattered into blood-red bubbles.

Karlmann widened his eyes slightly.

Before him, a blood-red scythe pierced straight into his body, its wielder being none other than the black-haired boy from moments ago.

Karlmann couldn’t fathom how the boy bypassed his undead minions and got so close in an instant.

Feeling the surge of crimson blood energy, he despaired, realizing that everything was just an illusion; it was all over.

The blood magic, powered by his own blood, was a punishment for all who turned against the source of life.

The Blood Clan was long extinct in the First Era; only that one clan could possibly wield this long-lost blood magic.

“So, so you are—”

Roy yanked the scythe violently, tearing the decayed old man in two.

The bone dragon fell, nothing but scattered remains, the magical claws vanished back into the void, and the whole undead army ignited with pale flames, turning to ashes.