I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 726

Chapter 108: Seraph

“【Holy Light Slash】.”

The most common ability of Holy Light Extraordinary Beings is simply to condense Holy Light onto their weapon and launch it.

However, this utterly ordinary ability became an astonishing force for Alice at this moment, right from her birth.

The crescent-shaped blade of light swept by, easily tearing apart the entire street, a casual swing of the sword equivalent to a full force attack from a Sequence 5.

When Julius reappeared, he bore a deep sword scar on his shoulder, visibly etched to the bone, in excruciating pain.

“Saintess? Angel? High-tier?”

“Just a vessel of a mere pseudo-god!”

When the High-tier was enraged, it shook the heavens and the earth.

Julius finally stopped holding back.

“【Demonic Hand Gate】.”

Thousands of demonic hands surged from the ground, all rushing toward Alice.

Alice flapped her wings, her feet flickering, in an instant, she transformed into a dazzling line even brighter than lightning.

Not even using any special movement technique, she relied solely on overwhelming speed to leave the thousands of demonic hands behind, galloping ahead.

The slow-moving demonic hands spread forth like a towering wave, blocking out the sun and howling in the wind, not seeking rapid pursuit but instead using their sheer numbers to seal off Alice’s escape.

The golden-haired angel’s eyes were devoid of emotion as she slowly raised her weapon.

In an instant, the ecstasy of 【Blade Storm】 erupted.

In a flash, hundreds of blade lights surged forth, flowing upstream.

Each beam cut through the ten-meter-wide demonic hands like a hot knife through butter, effortlessly bisecting them. When all the blade lights erupted at once, the storm of Holy Light was enough to shred the tide of the undead.

Yet, just as Alice shattered the demonic hands, a massive black fist fell from the sky.

“【Black-armored Titan】.”

The Titans, known for their brute strength, are the favored summoning targets of necromancers.

The black-armored warriors of the Titan clan were once the strongest guards second only to demigods in the First Era. Even when turned into undead beings, they wield a power equivalent to Sequence 4.

With one punch, the ground sank.

A terrifying shockwave rippled through the ruins, causing a massive earthquake.

Fragments of walls and structures were sent flying, turning into a rain of rubble.

Fortunately, even as the 【Wise Angel】 intervened with a new barrier, the residual force of that punch alone could have caused heavy casualties among knights and civilians alike.

The vicious black-armored giant grinned savagely, exposing its ruthless nature, but in the next moment, its smile froze, and terror emerged in its void-like eyes.

Julius, who sensed that overwhelming aura, also shared in the shock: “Impossible…”

The Holy Light roared.

At the center of the earth, where trees had been crushed, the enormous fist seemed to be pushed back by some immense force, slowly lifting.

The expressionless golden-haired angel, fist against fist, began to rise, regardless of how hard the black-armored giant pressed down, it couldn’t stop her.

Then, her wings ignited, the Holy Light erupted, and the girl slammed forth with a punch.

The shockwave exploded a second time.

A force a thousand times more terrifying than a boiler’s roar surged out, accompanied by the blazing Holy Light fist, piercing straight through the black-armored giant’s arm.

“Roar!!!!”

The giant screamed as it was sent flying, collapsing into the ruins it had created.

“I see, I can freely enhance my speed and strength, but how will you respond to this move?!”

Julius’s gaze deepened as he chanted a mysterious, sinister incantation.

The magic circle reappeared, and a Lich descended.

High-tier necromancy 【Tide of Frostwhite】.

It is the very origin of the name of the Frostwhite Lord, a terrifying spell that once destroyed a city, claiming hundreds of thousands of lives.

What was being forcibly pulled into this world was a colossal frost-white Lich.

Heavy, white fog, carrying a soul-freezing chill, enveloped the center of White Harbor.

What followed was a thousand-strong army of Liches.

The biggest advantage of Cultists lay in their unpredictable methods, and the 【Necromancer School】 excelled at sheer numbers.

This was Julius’s trump card.

Even with unrivaled speed and unmatched strength, how will you contend with an endless legion of Liches?!

Amidst the seemingly endless tide of fog and Liches, even the light of the angel appeared small—

Until Alice slammed her sword into the ground, propping herself on the hilt, and whispered quietly.

What is she doing?

A profound sense of unease surged in Julius, but quickly, he noticed a beam of Holy Light cutting through the fog and realized the answer.

High-tier divine spell 【Sword Rain of Light】.

Thousands upon thousands of swords of Holy Light glittered and densely covered the sky, hovering over the Liches.

The colossal frost-white Lich trembled, then decisively turned, disregarding Julius’s control, and forcibly burrowed back into the magic circle.

In the next moment, the sword rain descended upon the city, slicing through the sky.

As if coming from a celestial judgment, it precisely, mercilessly, and efficiently pierced through every Lich’s body, obliterating everything in its path.

The legion of Liches that once destroyed a city and carved terror into the east continent fell in an instant under the angel’s divine spell.

Even the piercing, freezing mist was burned away by the fiery Holy Light.

Thousands of light sword blades became the tombs to quell the undead’s souls, and in the center of this cemetery of light swords, the Angel of Slaughter unfurled her wings, standing silently.

Pure and beautiful, yet cold and ruthless.

Bathed in the sword rain, the angel was deeply etched in the hearts of every onlooker.

At that moment, the 【Necromancer School】, which had once symbolized eternal silence, was no longer feared.

Wherever the angel’s blades pointed, the wicked and heretical were all laid to rest!

“Long live the Saintess!”

“Long live the Angel!”

“With the Holy Light above, the goddess is eternal!”

People cried, laughed, and cheered as they knelt on the ground, embracing each other in wild jubilation, opening their arms to feel the hope from the goddess, offering the most sincere prayers and praises.

Even the 【Wise Angel】 Simon, at that moment, embraced the scriptures, too moved to speak.

How much bloodline power one could enhance after undergoing the baptism of Holy Light has always varied from person to person.

But since the first Saintess, no one had breakthrough to a higher tier after baptism to directly receive divinity.

At this moment, both Alice and Julius were Sequence 4, yet she displayed a terrifying power far surpassing him.

Even if Simon himself intervened, he couldn’t suppress that head of the 【Necromancer School】 to such an extent.

Indeed, she was the Destined Saintess, the true angel bringing salvation to the world!

Julius had also come to that realization.

With a sword scar on his shoulder and his body pierced with blades of Holy Light, his broken form disintegrating, the leader of the Cult—the one who once unleashed sinister winds, whose mere gaze made beings tremble—now writhed in pain on the ground, as weak as a flickering candle about to extinguish.

The bright Holy Light inflicted a pain he had never felt before, tearing through his flesh and soul.

Julius didn’t even dare to transform into mist again, for that would disperse directly under the angel’s Holy Light.

No matter how unwilling or angry he felt, when he looked at that indifferent golden-haired angel, the strongest sword wielder under the goddess, in Julius’s heart, there was nothing but fear.

For him, even a battle to the death couldn’t stir a ripple in her emotions.

He couldn’t win, absolutely couldn’t win.

Even if he were a mere pseudo-god’s favored, he was still an apostle of a deity; how could he contend with the slightest touch of divinity himself was granted?!

But just as Alice was about to raise her blade to deliver the final judgment, that long-silent black skeleton erupted with cracks at its center.

Simon’s countenance faltered, Julius’s face lit up with joy, and even Alice instinctively felt drawn to that chilling aura, her gaze freezing.

Under that heart-stopping cold presence, countless knights and civilians turned their anxious eyes towards the blackened bones.