I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 553

Chapter 100: This Is Bad

The Silver-Haired Girl stood fiercely, surrounded by a chilling aura, her icy gaze terrifying—like a mother wolf fiercely protecting her cubs, emanating an uncontainable killing intent.

The necromancer aiming to assassinate the False King in the chaos didn’t expect that the first priority would be to protect Roy.

Feeling the overwhelming, iceberg-like aura, Saar’s face turned an unprecedented shade of pale.

“First the mess in the city, then my beloved disciple. It seems you all don’t take me seriously at all.”

Just as Xue Nuo was about to strike, a sharp reprimand interrupted her: “Teacher Xue Nuo! Why are you here instead of helping in the city?!”

“I…” The girl turned back, staring blankly at Roy, her words caught in her throat.

Originally, Xue Nuo planned to lead troops to support the city but sensed a disturbance between the cultists and Roy, forcing her to let the Count and Countess leave first and return to check on Roy’s situation.

“I promised I wouldn’t leave you behind.”

A moment of warmth flashed in Roy’s heart, yet he maintained a tough attitude: “The city is in chaos; they need you to take charge. This isn’t the time to worry about me!”

As the Duke’s daughter, Xue Nuo’s presence was irreplaceable for morale.

Moreover, since earlier, an unusually powerful aura had been subtly permeating the city, something that the Count and Countess could not contend with.

If the guards of Xue Feng Castle were to collapse, even if Xue Nuo helped defeat the cultists, they still wouldn’t escape, rendering it meaningless.

“I’m fine alone; the soldiers in the city need you more!”

Xue Nuo’s eyes trembled, showing signs of wavering, but still, she was unconvinced: “But…”

“Trust me!” Roy flashed a light-hearted smile. “Once I deal with the cultists, I’ll rush over to help you.”

“…Okay.”

Xue Nuo closed her eyes and nodded heavily.

She shot a fierce glare at Saar before hurrying away.

Saar first looked incredulous, then his smile returned, falling into ecstasy.

“Hahahahaha! Foolish child!”

Saar sneered, “You think you can handle this alone? Rush over to help her? Kid, relying on the Rose of Ice to fully protect you yet insisting she leave, that’s just looking for death… truly, the Grim Reaper favors me!”

Roy held the Pure Water Longsword, his expression unfazed.

“Don’t believe me?”

“Do you think I’ve killed how many cultists up until now?”

Saar summoned chilling fog, boasting: “That’s because you’ve never encountered me, the Sorcerer Saar!”

As the aura surged, the boy darted like a flash of lightning.

The Pure Water Blade surged forward, aiming for Saar’s heart before the necromancer’s formation could manifest!

The Necromancy School wasn’t adept at frontal combat; unlike last time when he was besieged by cultists, this was a one-on-one! Knowing this, how could Roy allow him the chance to cast spells?!

However, just as the blade was about to pierce Saar’s heart, a gray light erupted from the murky eyes.

Roy was startled but had no time to dodge, as an extremely cold and invisible force struck him head-on.

Oh no…

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In the formless darkness, an old man, outlined by pale mist, slowly opened his eyes, smugly smiling.

It worked!

After the last ambush, the cult believed that to defeat the False King’s blood head-on, they needed at least two or three high priests in collaboration.

At that moment, no cult could muster so much combat power in such a short time.

But Saar had his own methods.

Saar was not human but half-blood.

A mix of humans and the Demon Race’s Undead, a Lich hybrid.

This special hybrid bloodline allowed him to wield necromantic sorcery from birth and rise smoothly to Sequence 6, securing the position of high priest tasked with collaborating with the demon undead and the imperial royal family.

Most importantly, he had one additional ability from the lich compared to other high priests.

Spirit Invasion.

Using his own soul to attack someone else’s soul was indeed the lich’s specialty.

Powerful bloodlines usually come with formidable soul seeds.

The False King’s blood was one, as was the golden-level bloodline.

However, the strength of the soul seed merely represented potential. Not everyone could realize their potential, just as not all golden-level bloodlines could advance to higher ranks.

And before the bloodline was sufficiently high, the strength of the soul seed could not transform into tangible soul power!

With Saar’s Sequence 6 soul, he wouldn’t dare invade a Sequence 5 extraordinary being.

Indeed, Roy’s actual combat power was sufficient to match Sequence 6 or even Sequence 5! But his actual bloodline was only Sequence 7, and the strength of his soul was the same!

The facts confirmed his gamble was correct.

As long as he could invade the other’s soul world, it meant the other’s soul strength was beneath his.

The False King’s blood, which even dragons and gods couldn’t conquer, would belong to him, the Grim Reaper!

It serves him right; relying on the False King bloodline, he was arrogant, even persuading the Rose of Ice to leave. Otherwise, how could he so easily gain the upper hand?

Thinking of this, Saar grew even more delighted as he delved deeper into Roy’s soul.

Soon, he discovered the ancient king’s tomb standing in formation.

Just a glance, and he felt his spirit experience a tremendous shock, as if struck by five thunders, nearly losing consciousness on the spot.

An old man holding a dragon-head staff, a blood clan being with golden hair and red eyes, and the mermaid princess surrounded by dreamy essences…

Their overwhelming power felt like three great mountains deeply rooted in Roy’s soul, releasing a terrifying aura.

The sleeping old man slightly cracked his eyelids, seeming intrigued by Saar: “Oh?”

“Ah, a lich… no, a hybrid, hmm?” The blood clan’s true ancestor licked his lips, indulging in beautiful memories. “Lich witches do have their charm; it seems some humans know how to enjoy it.”

The mermaid princess glanced at Saar, lost all interest, continuing to sit at the entrance of the tomb and sleep.

Her inner state seemed unmoved, remaining completely still.

Even though he already knew the other party had divine protection, Saar was still deeply shaken by the presence of the gods, instinctively lowering his head, like a peasant unable to gaze at a king.

The gap between himself and demigods was probably even greater than that between a peasant and a king.

But so what?!

The gods had already fallen, even the dragon king, who could stir up calamity with a single breath, was now just a remnant soul, with extremely limited means at his disposal!

If they truly wanted to act against him, the excessive divine power would likely shatter the soul of the False King’s blood itself!

Saar murmured the name of the Grim Reaper, mustered his courage, and stepped forward, discovering that none of the three demigods made a move.

As long as he didn’t foolishly barge into their respective tombs, they couldn’t do anything!

Hahahahaha! Demigods are nothing but this!

What False King blood, what demigods, you shall all be nourishment for the Grim Reaper! I will conquer the false gods in the form of a Grim Reaper’s disciple!

Saar grinned, drifting toward the last dimly lit tomb.

In truth, Spirit Invasion was best when directly attacking the soul seed to destroy or manipulate the other.

Unfortunately, due to the demigod’s protection, Saar did not dare to act directly against Roy’s soul seed.

The last tomb showed no presence of a demigod; as long as he could establish himself within, he could influence Roy’s soul!

The soul is an incredibly sensitive thing.

Even if merely a part is wounded, it can cause the other to lose consciousness, significantly impacting the battlefield in reality.

However, when he ventured deeper into the tomb, a shiver ran through him.

On the small altar lay an egg.

A golden egg about the size of a half-person.

Somewhat absurd, even laughable.

Yet Saar felt his spirit burn with a stinging pain, momentarily freezing, not daring to make a move, filled with urgency.

He had been careless.

The fourth tomb was not empty.

That egg, that is a demigod!