I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 607

Chapter 155: Luck is on My Side!

The pale old man slowly emerged, surrounded by a bunch of skeletons and a gigantic undead warrior.

Coldly, he glanced at the blonde maid and the black-haired boy, the last priest of the necromancy school, and couldn’t help but sneer, filled with mockery.

“The blood of the False King, you certainly have some tricks up your sleeve.”

“Not to mention that the Ice Rose would go to any lengths to protect you, hiding two Golden-level Sequence 6 bodyguards ahead of time—what a schemer! It’s no wonder the churches couldn’t take you down even when they joined forces!”

Roy looked completely dumbfounded, even doubting if his memory had fully returned yet.

Who did he hide? Wasn’t it just bad luck for you all? Why did you have to show up when Charlotte and the others were gathered, seeking death?

Seeing the confusion on the boy’s face, the old man shook his head with a smile: “Still pretending, still pretending!”

“I admit, you do possess caution and depth beyond your peers! But you still fall short compared to Grand Priest Grant!”

The old man viciously grinned, the ghostly white fire in his eyes flickering: “The two Sequence 6 over there are already held back by my two beloved students; your strength hasn’t fully recovered, and you only have a Sequence 7 maid by your side! You’re doomed!”

His strength wasn’t fully restored yet, but taking on just one priest was still pretty easy, right?

If only the opponent had come a day earlier, Roy would have been a bit nervous.

But today, after his date with Charlotte and Leanna, he had remembered enough to handle his extraordinary power like a pro.

Faced with this guy standing out so conspicuously, Roy couldn’t help but smirk.

But before he could draw his sword, the little maid turned around and volunteered: “No need to trouble the master.”

Roy felt somewhat uneasy: “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Absolutely!” Alice nodded emphatically, and when she glanced at the old man, her indifference mixed with disdain: “This level is enough for Alice alone.”

A vein popped on the old man’s pale forehead.

“Young man, don’t be too arrogant!”

“I know you’re the Holy Light Extraordinary Being who killed Kalman, but don’t think that a mere Holy Light can do anything to me! Back when I was slaughtering the church’s extraordinary beings on the Eastern Continent, you were still drinking milk!”

With the old man’s roar, the skeletons wielding swords and knives surged forward.

The blonde girl’s gaze turned icy, like arrows piercing through clouds, striking the enemy ranks.

The sword light danced wildly.

Empowered by the Holy Light, her steel sword sliced effortlessly through the skeleton soldiers’ bodies like a hot knife through butter.

The undead warrior let out a roar, and the two-meter-long heavy blade followed, generating chaotic winds in the corridor.

Could Alice really withstand the full force of a Sequence 7 attack?

Roy’s brow furrowed slightly as he drew his sword.

However, the next moment, the sword light broke through the air.

Accompanied by the sharp sound of the sword, a dazzling white crescent strike approached!

The blade clashed with the heavy knife, overwhelming extraordinary fluctuations radiating outward, tearing countless cracks into the ceiling and walls.

The girl took a sharp breath and bravely stepped forward, her momentum surging!

Holy Light erupted.

The blade light poured forth, piercing the undead warrior’s body, with a terrifying might, passing right by the old man.

That strike had already crossed the threshold of Sequence 6.

Was this Alice’s ability? Temporarily boosting her extraordinary power? But this boost was even bigger than the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, crossing the boundary between low and medium levels!

This is too ridiculous!

Charlotte and the others, being the blessed daughters of royal bloodlines, had their own strength; but what about his little maid?!

Roy maintained his sword-drawing posture, feeling a bit complicated.

On the other hand, the old man was drenched in sweat, utterly losing it.

Sequence 6? Again with Sequence 6?!

Middle-tier extraordinary beings were at least counts among the nobility, or knight commanders within the church, and in our necromancy school, they could even become high priests, just a step below directorship.

Yet this brat treats them like maids?! Can’t you show some respect for talent?!

Or is it that this sly bastard purposely disguised such a strong one as a maid, just to make the opponent let their guard down?!

With a fierce look, the old man opened his hands, sketching a horrifyingly large magic circle filled with runes.

“Don’t think I don’t have methods to elevate my bloodline level!”

As a venerable priest on the brink of becoming a high priest, he naturally had his trump cards.

Though using this move would lead to his certain death, capturing the false king’s blood would make it all worthwhile!

More skeletons formed a shield wall, blocking Alice’s path, preventing her from interrupting the spell in time.

However, the excitement in the girl’s eyes didn’t reveal fear, but rather thrill.

A hunter-like thrill.

Even defeating a regular enemy isn’t something to be proud of—it’s the obvious thing to do.

Only taking down a true powerhouse deserved praise from her master!

The stronger the enemy, the more opportunities to show herself!

The old man’s breath surged, and from the pale magic circle, some eerie, dark thing began to emerge.

Horrifying claws climbed out of the magic circle.

The blonde girl raised her sword high.

Just as the cold and sacred forces were about to collide, the old man suddenly rolled his eyes back and wailed.

The formation that was just a step away from completion abruptly halted, and the pitch-black claws were directly severed by the formation.

The old man turned back in pain, using his last strength to spit out his resentment.

“No, no fairness in combat…!”

“Hey, this old dude talks a lot.”

The elven girl tightened her grip, and the two mithril short swords completely pierced the old mage’s kidneys.

The pathetic priest hadn’t even played his trump card before kicking the bucket.

Seeing the emerald silhouette smile at him, Roy was both surprised and delighted: “Nia? What are you doing here?”

“What do you think? With such a commotion at the manor, I definitely had to come back and check it out,”

Nia stepped on the old man’s corpse, briskly walked over, blinking her eyes joyfully: “That was pretty cool, right? I practiced for a long time!”

“With me here, no way I’ll let these bad things touch you!”

“Cool, cool, cool, just like you.” Gently pinching the elven girl’s soft face, Roy’s tone was full of fondness.

Snowflakes danced, and the evening wind blew softly.

In the joyful laughter of the boy and girl, Alice slowly lowered her sword, her eyes filled with grievance.

She finally had a chance to shine.

All this is his fault.

It’s all because this old guy was just too weak! Not able to withstand even a little injury!

Filled with resentment, Alice quietly stepped forward and slashed the old mage a few more times.

After the initial chaos, the guards of the manor quickly regrouped under the count and countess’s command.

Under Nia’s guidance, Roy soon left the manor.

Just as luck would have it, they had just exited the lord’s manor when a loud crash echoed in the sky, and a fully frozen drake crashed down, shattering into pieces.

The frost-laden, disheveled bald mage stumbled up from the shattered ice, only to see the black-haired boy right before him, his pained expression suddenly turning into wild delight.

“The blood of the False King, no matter how you scheme, luck seems to be on my side!”