### Chapter 141: Looking for Queen Elizabeth
Buzz—
A dazzling golden light suddenly illuminated the dark tower’s peak, almost at the same time accompanied by a “clang clang clang”—the loud noise of metal clashing. Several gold chains as thick as my arms shot out from all directions, wrapping around the area I was in, twisting together and rapidly tightening, trying to snare me!
Right off the bat, with the binding miracle, huh?
I couldn’t help but curl my lips in disdain.
A flash of blue light flickered in my eyes as the extreme ice sickle formed in my hand. Just as those chains got tighter in front of me, I raised my hand and sent out a cold blade of ice. There was a resounding “bang,” and sparks flew everywhere as a few chains snapped, vanishing into light and dissipating in the night.
But the next moment, just as my view cleared, a figure in a black robe, which had been on the tower, swooped down with a “buzz” of golden light. The robe whooshed around him, and with a gust of sharp, whistling wind, he descended upon me like a diving bird, sword in one hand, gliding my way!
… Wind sequence?
Clang—!
Not even blinking, I raised my hand for another slice and caught his full-force slash, sword clashing against blade. Sparks erupted again, illuminating the scene, and in that brightness, I caught a glimpse of his face—it was a young man with brown hair and blue eyes, a hooked nose, and a black cloak billowing in the wind, adorned with striking red thorn patterns on his back.
… The Choir of Saints.
Suddenly, I realized who this guy was.
After a couple more clangs of our blades, his body began to float slowly down from the wind, looking pretty agile for someone connected to the wind’s order. The Choir was usually filled with talented folks. In the next moment, just before he hit the ground, he suddenly swung out his left hand, and with a “whoosh,” he grabbed my pant leg. A golden light suddenly flared from his palm as two thin chains wrapped around my left leg, tightening to pull me down with him!
You’re really cocky…
I thought to myself, and with that tug, I didn’t budge an inch. I quickly yanked him back, grabbing his collar, and in one swift motion, I whirled my extreme ice sickle, summoning a gale and slashed towards the hand that was shackling my leg!
In the nick of time, the guy from the Choir somehow managed to react, the golden light dimming as he loosened his grip just in time to avoid the icy sweep. However, the chains around my leg became slack at that moment, and just as he was about to launch another attack with that same hand, I sent a kick forward, “crunch!”—snapping his wrist clean in half.
“Uh ah!”
He cried out, “Who are you…”
Now pulled right in front of me, his face was a mix of pale and green from the pain, gritting his teeth. But the next moment, his expression morphed into something fierce. He dropped his long sword, and with a “buzz,” it transformed into a beam of light aimed straight at my gut!
I frowned.
Suddenly, frost power blasted out from me, icy mist enveloping him in an instant. He was soon covered in white frost, his hand’s light blade halted just a few centimeters from my abdomen, his entire arm and half his body now completely frozen, unable to move.
The entire encounter unfolded so quickly it was as if only five seconds had passed, and I was left with a blank expression, staring into the quaking eyes of the young man, tilting my head in thought.
Hmm…
Doesn’t seem like there’s anything to even ask him.
Forget it, let’s just k*ll him…
However, just as I was about to act, a gust of wind whooshed in from behind, its momentum fierce. I instinctively twisted around, tossing the sickle aside and reaching out, grabbing the scorching, blinding holy lance right in my hands.
There’s more of them…
The shock of the lance reverberated in my grip, my cloak already tattered from the previous battle, losing the hood’s cover, allowing my hair to whip wildly in the air. I had no idea if the Choir could see my face in the dark.
While I stayed alert, scanning for any potential attacks, I noticed below in the darkness, multiple spots on the roof of burning buildings were now glowing with the light of miracles.
Two…
Three…
At least three more.
Are they all pesky mice from the Choir?
In just another two seconds, I looked back to find the young man I had frozen completely into an ice pop.
This guy was no weakling, but he got too cocky facing me. He recklessly rushed in, unprepared, and didn’t manage to unleash even half of his tricks before getting solidly frozen, slowly losing his breath.
I casually tossed him aside and released my grip on the holy lance, sidestepping as it “whooshed” past me, striking the aerial Choir popsicle. With a “bang,” the man shattered like a glass statue hit by a missile, turning into countless chilly meat cubes that tumbled down.
At the same time, countless softly glowing white feathers began to drift around me like snowflakes.
This miracle feels familiar…
In an instant, I used Moon Step, and the ice platform beneath me shattered. In the blink of an eye, I had escaped from the shower of feathers, reappearing at the top of the tower where the young man stood earlier. In my view, the luminous sphere formed by Nifiloda’s white wings began to take shape in the distance above, an uncountable number of fierce rays illuminating the sky as the massive barrage struck the fire-lit buildings below, boom boom boom boom boom—!
The explosions rang out as they ignited more flames on the city streets, heat waves hitting me. I crouched slightly, eyes darting quickly to spot any enemies that could ambush me at any moment.
Suddenly, I heard a “crash” as Sword Demon Miss appeared beside me, crackling with thunder.
“Leave this to me.”
With a “zing,” she unsheathed the long sword from her arms, no more chatter needed, still wearing that silly mask. She rushed off into the swirling winds, lightning dazzling so bright I had to squint. She vanished into the dark, where miracles started lighting up again, the sounds of combat erupting.
“Don’t let any of them escape—!” I shouted after her.
The next moment, I ducked to evade another stealthy attack from a holy lance, using Moon Step again, my body lifting with “bang bang bang” sounds as I soared high into the air, solidifying an ice platform and suddenly pivoting, with a “whoosh,” I rocketed toward the protruding terrace of Black Fort.
I’m coming…
Seconds later, with a dull thud, I landed on the spacious circular terrace outside the fort, rolling twice to lessen my momentum as I adjusted my stance, ready to get back up when, suddenly, I saw another black-robed figure leap through the broken round window above, hands glowing with golden light, charging right at me.
Is this never-ending…?
I sidestepped his attack and, while he was still airborne, I raised my right hand and clamped it around his neck like lightning.
“Hello there.”
Casually greeting him, I put some muscle into it, pinning him down hard against the solid stone platform, feet up in the air—
“I’m looking for Queen Elizabeth.”
Boom!!!
The marble beneath us shattered into a web of cracks from the incredible impact, dust billowing up as warm bl**d splattered all over my face. The man’s neck snapped as I crushed it, bones and innards turning to mush in an instant; he didn’t even make a sound before going lifeless right there.
