I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 727

Chapter 109: Wrath of the Heavens

The arrival of the evil god was a nightmare for everyone, not to mention the pale-faced crowd.

Even Simon and the other high-ranking extraordinary beings were so tense that they were sweating like they were facing a major threat.

Only Julius, having shed his human form, spread his arms and laughed maniacally: “Tremble, wail! Come and welcome the true god!”

“Even if you’re a mere minion of the false god, you will have to crawl before the true god!”

Amid the cultists’ maniacal laughter, the enormous skeleton shattered completely.

However, descending from the sky wasn’t some creepy reaper but a black-haired boy.

Today’s White Harbor had never been as quiet as it was now.

Neither the high-ranking extraordinary beings led by the Sword Saint nor the trembling commoners expected this scene.

Simon, knowing the truth, shuddered.

He didn’t die?

He faced death and still lived?

Meanwhile, Alice’s indifferent eyes narrowed slightly, as her previously emotionless face revealed signs of pain, as if she was struggling with something.

But the first to act was Julius.

He shot into the air, swirling in mist, lunging at the boy above.

“Don’t even think about running! You will become the offering for Lord Death today!”

The reaper’s arrival was Julius’s lifelong wish and the key to turning the tide.

The blood of the false king was the best chance for the reaper to descend after countless years. How could he let a cooked duck fly away?

Feeling the menace approaching, Roy broke out in a cold sweat and activated the Blade of the First King.

However, the previous sneak attack, which was as still as water, hadn’t succeeded, and now he was the one being ambushed. As a mid-tier knight, Roy was clearly at a disadvantage.

【Consuming 1 Reverse Command…】

Crap, too late!

How did I run into this bastard right after escaping?!

Just as Roy was about to gritting his teeth to withstand a blow from the high-ranking extraordinary being, the Holy Light cut through the air.

A blinding, pure white beam raced by at the critical moment, snatching the black-haired boy away from Julius’s palm.

By the next breath Roy took, he was already a kilometer away from the cultists, being held in Alice’s embrace.

Cradled by the blonde angel, the overwhelming aura and warm Holy Light provided an indescribable sense of safety.

However, a splash of blood red stained the girl’s shoulder.

That was the only injury Alice had sustained since encountering Julius.

“Alice…?”

To Roy’s surprise, she completely ignored his call and turned to face Julius.

The girl, bathed in radiant, falling light, felt so unfamiliar to him now.

So close, yet so unattainable.

Before Roy could wrap his head around the situation, Alice propelled herself back towards Julius.

Previously, her cold and indifferent eyes showed no signs of anger, as if she were an inanimate object devoid of life.

So beautiful, she seemed like something beyond this world.

But at this moment, her crystal-like gaze brimmed with a chilling, burning kill intent.

If the earlier Alice was merely a masterless blade, a cold executor of the goddess’s will…

At this moment, she finally wielded the sword herself, unleashing all her power to express that uncontainable killing intent.

Throughout the battle, it was the first time Alice held a sword with both hands.

Not to negotiate, but to completely erase the opponent from existence.

Julius was dumbfounded to realize that he had finally caught the attention of the relentless angel.

The merciless angel of slaughter, for the first time, truly harbored a heart for killing.

The Frost White Master, the leader of the Necromancer School, the most loyal disciple of the reaper, who had long vowed to devote himself to the eternal silence, now felt fear rising from the depths of his soul.

Fear of the angel’s wrath.

In the blink of an eye, Julius hesitated to strike, even forgetting about the reaper as he hurriedly fled skyward at the fastest speed.

But the enraged angel was much swifter. Like a shooting star flowing against the current, she instantly caught his tail.

“No…!”

The cultist frantically gathered his last bit of strength and struck out his palm.

But it was merely the futile struggle of prey.

At that moment, time froze in Alice’s eyes.

The chaotic prayers that had filled her ears were replaced by a simple command.

Kill him.

What descended upon the desperate cultist was Alice’s attack, bolstered by the Seraph’s power, reaching the limits of Sequence 4.

The Seraph’s most potent ability, the Sword of the Goddess that is said to burn all heresies, the Sword of Heaven.

The sword light fell, brilliant and radiant.

The dazzling holy flames engulfed Julius completely, and the last thing he saw was the holy light burning the entire sky.

The divine light broke through the mist, soaring into the clouds, and finally exploded at the distant horizon.

Light enveloped everyone’s vision.

After who knows how long, when people finally regained their sight, what met their eyes was the very gates of heaven.

And the holy white feathers that fell from the gates.

Legend has it that the highest realm a swordsman could reach, Leo sealed the holiness with such a sword, earning the goddess’s recognition.

And now, the Seraph also struck down the same sword, delivering divine judgment upon the cultists.

“Holy Light above…”

It was unclear who sighed aloud.

Bathed in that warm glow, people cried tears of joy.

Whether they were priests, ordinary believers of the Holy Light, or just common folk.

Sealing the sanctity with a sword?

No, that was the Sacred One’s sword, the sword that opened the gates of heaven!

The Seraph’s strike would forever mark them all!

Regardless of the Eastern or Western continents, the crowd eagerly and devoutly spread their arms, longing for the angel’s wings to bestow blessings upon them, or knelt with tears streaming down their faces, silently praying and thanking the goddess for her salvation.

However, the blonde angel’s gaze swept past, never lingering on any of the countless townsfolk of White Harbor.

Until it landed on the figure of the black-haired boy.

Roy’s heart skipped a beat.

The angel, who appeared noble and sacred to the world, seemed cracked in his eyes, as if she could shatter at any moment.

Even without fully grasping the situation, he instinctively sensed something unusual about Alice.

“Alice, it’s me!”

Roy reached out his hand towards the girl in the sky.

The ruthless angel showed a flicker of pain, parting her lips as if trying to force out a sound.

“Ro…”

“Angel! Your guard has fallen into darkness, becoming a puppet of the evil god! Please show no mercy and wipe him out!”

The sudden prayer, drowned out by the deafening chaos, swallowed Roy’s call.

In an endless world of white, the girl bound by the locks of Holy Light suddenly raised her head, only to be pressed down tightly by the goddess’s palm.

The girl’s final struggle ultimately turned to nothingness, vanishing within the shimmering blue crystal.

What responded to the boy wasn’t the girl’s embrace, but the Seraph’s merciless sword light.

The vast holy light fell once more, delivering the death penalty to the puppet of the evil god.