I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 722

Chapter 104: A Step Away

Looking around at the scattered limbs and the blinding pool of blood on the ground, Olaya let out a spontaneous scream.

The sheer terror of facing death crushed her dignity completely.

But at the same time, watching the boy’s back, an unprecedented thrill surged within her.

It was a feeling that could never be coaxed by a man deceived by illusions.

Meanwhile, Visalia was overwhelmed with emotions.

No knight wants to follow someone weak, but compared to those distant titans, Roy truly embodies the ideal of a peerless genius.

And it wasn’t just Visalia.

The knights of White Harbor and the Temple Knights were rallying behind Roy, reigniting hope.

“Lord Roy, please let me assist…”

“Just take care of yourselves.”

The boy’s indifferent words quashed Visalia and the others’ intentions.

Confronting high-ranking foes was a deadly game, and their strength indeed wouldn’t be of help.

If anyone could handle it, it would be Roy, who had repeatedly triumphed over the geniuses of the Eastern Continent.

However, facing the pressure from the higher-ups, Roy certainly didn’t look as relaxed as he appeared.

Julius, the leader of the Necromancer’s faction and the Frostwhite Lord.

The terrifying figure clearly marked in Roland’s notes.

“It’s best to run at the first sign of danger when dealing with someone like this, right?”

The mockery in the notes turned into the most vivid nightmare, making it impossible for Roy to even crack a smile.

If he could, he would want to run.

But he couldn’t just abandon Alice.

Julius had been lurking around the church, and Alice, undergoing her Holy Light baptism, was in no position to escape.

He didn’t aim to defeat his opponent; he needed to hold Julius back until the other three high-ranking extraordinary beings resolved their conflict and came to assist.

Or…

Unlike the near-dead Crimson Fire Dragon or the projections of the Four Kings, the high-ranking extraordinary being before him was the real deal.

Even wielding the Blade of the Former King, Roy lacked the confidence to strike him down.

The only reason he could confront Julius was that he held a trump card even stronger than the Blade of the Former King.

Yet, the unease gnawing at his heart made him hesitate.

The Celestial Angel was the real danger.

If Simon indeed orchestrated all this, and Julius’s attack was part of his calculation, then he must have some hidden insurance.

Exposing his trump card in advance was not wise.

Julius maintained his calm demeanor as a strong man, not rushing to attack but instead confidently sizing up the boy with interest.

His condensed aura, composed gaze, and the flawless movements from earlier spoke volumes.

Setting aside the [False King] bloodline, the boy’s own qualities revealed he was a battle-hardened warrior.

Unlike other extraordinary beings, being able to face the pressure from high-ranking foes was quite rare.

It was as if he had encountered the terrifying aura of high ranks countless times before and had grown accustomed to it.

“I heard the bloodline of this generation’s False King is exceptional. Today’s meeting is indeed interesting.”

“But I really didn’t expect you to court death.”

Within the pale mist, a hint of a smirk appeared at the corner of Julius’s mouth: “You could have easily slipped away in the chaos; that was your only chance to survive.”

“It’s you who’s trying to find death!” Roy scoffed.

Roy narrowed his eyes, exuding a chilling glare: “Even if you manage to stall the three high-ranking for a moment, you’ll never leave White Harbor. The moment you struck here, you signed your death warrant.”

“Unless…”

Julius interrupted with a sneer: “Unless I run away right now?”

“Ha, do you really think a servant of death would fear death?”

“What a joke!”

“If we can offer the blood of the [Angel] to Lord Death, then the Necromancer’s faction could just perish, so what?!”

Noticing the shift in Roy’s expression, Julius’s grin widened: “Oh, you really care about her.”

“Alas, I heard this generation’s False King’s blood is tricky. I planned to deal with the [Angel] first, but who knew you, the guard, would be so diligent…”

“Ha, perhaps this is also a kind of fate.”

Julius poetically mused, lacking any pretense to hide his sarcasm: “A [False King] and an [Angel], a Saint and a guard, stepping into the eternal silence together, sacrificing themselves to death… Isn’t that a kind of romance?”

“With this, won’t you be together forever?”

In the next moment, Julius’s gaze sharpened.

Without any ritual circle, countless skeletal hands surged from the ground, like a dense array of spears aimed directly at Roy.

The boy darted and twisted, evading at the most unexpected angles, transforming into an illusion drifting through the gaps unnoticed by ordinary eyes.

Then, an upper-level ghoul roared, swinging its corrosive claws directly at him.

“Watch out! The corrosive magic is enough to dissolve your dragon scales!” Visalia exclaimed in alarm.

But Roy, already aware of this, showed no fear and pushed forward.

He couldn’t possibly give the ghoul a chance.

The flying sword was launched.

In an instant, Roy’s figure fell upon the ghoul’s chest alongside the flying sword, the pure water spear piercing through.

The pristine water light effortlessly pierced the ghoul’s head.

Another ghoul attempted a sneak attack in the chaos, only to find the spear transform into a swirling, blood-red giant axe, lifting in a powerful upward strike.

The supernatural blood, mixed with [Blood Magic] and [Pure Water], erupted like a pressurized blow, smashing the ghoul’s upper body to pieces.

Thousands of undead soldiers surged forward to protect Julius, while Visalia and the others came to their senses.

“Protect the Holy Knight!”

The knights raised their longswords, following Roy into battle amid the chaos.

The boy’s blade rang out like a rallying horn, inspiring courage that made even the terrifying ghouls appear less menacing.

A reunion of over a thousand knights was a challenge even for Sequence 6, a risk not to be taken lightly even for Sequence 5. Not to mention that among them were numerous elite Sequence 6.

Yet again, Julius raised his hand, and countless huge bone thorns erupted from the ground, indiscriminately engulfing both the undead and knights.

In an instant, blood flowed like rivers, staining the Frostwhite red.

The high-tier necromancy spell [Thorns of the Abyss].

With just a single strike, it shattered the knights’ reunion and forced them back near the church.

However, Julius suddenly paused.

No matter how many mortals he killed, he could not stir the slightest ripple within him. No one gets excited over squashing ants.

But he couldn’t find the False King’s blood.

Did it slip away in the chaos? Or…

In the next moment, Julius abruptly turned around.

And there was the black-haired boy, in a ready stance to draw his sword, his left eye burning with the scorching gold-red flames of the phoenix.

He had the upper hand.

The greatest weakness of the [Necromancer’s faction] lay in close combat. A close-range assault with the Blade of the Former King would be formidable even against a high rank…?

Yet, just as he was about to draw his sword, the old man unexpectedly produced a pitch-black skull.

An unprecedented sense of crisis roared in Roy’s mind.

It was a fear of death unlike anything he had ever experienced.

Far beyond any previous desperation.

Accompanying that was the Phoenix’s shout: “Run! That is…”

“It’s too late.”

The old man smiled coldly.

Immediately, the empty eyes of the pitch-black skull seemed to come alive, locking onto Roy.

As if staring directly into the abyss of the underworld.

As if meeting the gaze of death itself.

The boy found himself incapable of action, unable to lift a finger, enveloped by the encroaching pale mist, vanishing from sight.