I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 724

Chapter 106: Crystal Eyes

“Don’t even think about it!”

The Grim Reaper casually tossed away the skull, stood up from the throne, and extended both hands, summoning a vast mist that collided with a firebird nearly blocking out the sky.

The mist and flames exploded, waves of air surging, shattering everything in the center of the Bone Plains.

The firebird extinguished, turning to ashes.

A large part of the Grim Reaper’s body was consumed by flames, his breath decreasing sharply, suffering immensely.

But just as he sought the dark skull that had been tossed to safety, a flying sword descended; the black-haired young boy had already gotten there first.

When it came to life and death, how could Roy really rely solely on the Sage and sit back and wait for help?!

The more terrifying the clash of high-level Extraordinary Beings was, the better it served to use Stillness to hide one’s presence!

“NO!!!! How dare you?!!!!”

Under the Grim Reaper’s roar, the mist fell and the bones swarmed.

The fury of a demigod was enough to kill Roy hundreds or even thousands of times.

But unfortunately, at least not this time, not at this moment.

“I’m sorry, I already have an appointment.”

Roy raised an eyebrow, then shattered the dark skull with a single swing of his sword.

He felt a tremendous pull from behind, and then everything before his eyes began to swiftly fade away.

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After absorbing Roy’s body, the dark skull quickly grew, transforming into a massive skeletal frame comparable to a giant, arms wrapped around its chest.

Whether it was the strongest swordsman who sealed the saint or the White Harbor nun who once fought evenly with the queen of the undead, both couldn’t help but feel a surge of dread, their faces turning grave.

The shell of a god, the ritual of divine descent.

Most ancient demigods had long fallen, but once you entered a high level, it was difficult to completely obliterate them.

Even high-level Extraordinary Beings of Sequence 4 could leave residual souls in the mortal realm, so how could those godly beings easily vanish?

If the Cult’s ritual truly succeeded, let alone White Harbor, the entire continent would fall back into the abyss of disaster.

Both the Swordsman and the Saint Nun stopped holding back and began to exert their full power.

Meanwhile, in the White Harbor Cathedral.

Simon’s expression finally changed.

“The Grim Reaper’s remains? Where on earth did he hide that thing?”

“Hahahahahaha! Intelligent Angel, do you think everything will go according to your plan? How does it feel now?! Just the blood of a False King isn’t enough; I’m going to offer to the Grim Reaper angels, the Church, and even the whole world!”

Ignoring Julius’s taunts, Simon’s face grew heavy as he swung the scriptures.

Falling Star.

A horrifying starlight, shared with Olaya yet far surpassing her, struck straight down and pierced the heart of the undead dragon.

If the Evil God descended, the consequences would be unimaginable, and Simon couldn’t afford to delay any longer.

Should he seek help from the Crowned One?

Just as Simon hesitated, he recalled the Pope’s orders ringing in his ears.

“No, first take care of the Angel.”

“But…”

“Don’t worry about the Grim Reaper.”

With absolute faith in the Pope, Simon stopped deliberating, decisively dropping from the air back to the cathedral.

The devastating defeat of the Saint’s Guard dealt a massive blow to morale.

Seeing Simon return, everyone rushed forward.

“Intelligent Angel, please quickly save Lord Roy!”

“We are willing to fight to the death, and we won’t let these Cultists succeed!”

Facing everyone’s pleas, Simon remained indifferent: “You can’t do anything.”

Vivian got anxious: “But…”

“The priority is to protect the Saintess. Activate the barrier, retreat to the cathedral, hurry!”

Simon hurriedly stepped into the cathedral.

The knights looked at each other in confusion.

The Saintess was undoubtedly important, but to abandon the Saint’s Guard like this felt too heartless.

Perhaps being consumed by the Grim Reaper’s remains was already beyond saving. At least, they should try something.

Anxiety aside, without Intelligent Angel leading them, they had no chance against Julius; all they could do was obediently follow orders.

Julius slapped out a hand, only to be blocked by the intricate and massive light array outside, his palm instantly turning to ashes.

“Hmph, a high-level array…”

“A trick to buy time.”

The barrier of the White Harbor Cathedral was naturally impressive, but Julius was also a skilled barrier master; breaking through the barrier was just a matter of time.

Not to mention, the longer they delayed, the closer they were to the Grim Reaper’s divine descent.

Originally, a divine descent required massive offerings and a complicated ritual, but with the blood of a False King as a top-tier medium, those steps could be skipped.

The ancient bloodline in contract with demigods was practically a natural offering to the gods!

Especially since Roy himself had developed quite well, stepping into Sequence 6 is rare.

That kid was probably already becoming nourishment for the Grim Reaper!

Once the Grim Reaper revived, it would be thanks to his significant contributions that he would definitely be elevated to become the Grim Reaper’s apostle!

At that time, crushing the detestable Church could wait.

Thinking of this, Julius felt no rush at all, gazing down at the knights and civilians huddled in the barrier, leisurely as if enjoying a comedic show.

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In the underground altar.

The holy fire flickered, breaths surged.

The chaotic streams of Holy Light tore at everything on the altar.

At the center of it all, a golden-haired girl knelt on the ground, showing signs of pain as her clothes became soaked in cold sweat.

Her originally fair skin now bore golden, fiery scars.

The most pure divine power from the goddess continuously poured into Alice’s body, merging with her bloodline.

This process was more painful than having bones extracted and exceeded what an ordinary person could endure.

Even for a girl who usually lacked emotional fluctuations and viewed pain as nothing, at this moment, she couldn’t hold back a cry of pain.

However, compared to the pain of the body, what truly tormented her was the torture of the soul.

Every person’s soul has a different vision.

Some reflected the great empire’s glory, some a spring filled with the song of birds and fragrant flowers, and others constructed a tower of knowledge and mystery.

Generally speaking, the higher the bloodline level, the stronger the soul, and the more spectacular the visions displayed.

Yet, Alice was different.

The room decorated with mahogany was neither too big nor too small, and the gentle, plain breeze blew in from the window.

Sunlight filtered into the clean, tidy, and even somewhat boring room.

Only beside the pillow lay a small dog doll, symbolizing her unwavering feelings.

That was the Ainbrad family estate, Alice’s room.

It was also the place Roy had given her to stay.

For Alice, no matter how much she achieved as a Saintess, gaining all the glory and power, witnessing countless faithful bowing in reverence, the world would always be this small.

What she treasured most would forever only be these things.

However, all of this began to crack under the invasion of the Holy Light, turning into an illusion.

In the realm of the soul, the golden-haired girl was bound by chains of light, pressed to the ground, her delicate body and slender neck tightly coiled by the chains, scorching marks burned deep within her soul.

And all of this was reflected in a pair of crystal-like blue eyes.