I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 738

Chapter 120: The Resurrection of the Dead

As dawn broke with a faint light, the people of White Harbor welcomed a brand new day.

Though the recent cultist attack had caused significant damage, thanks to the bravery of the Saintess, heroes, and countless knights, the casualties weren’t too severe.

People didn’t drown in sorrow but actively engaged in post-disaster reconstruction.

In fact, the invasion by the Necromancer Faction didn’t lead to dire consequences; instead, the battles fought by the Destined Saintess greatly reinforced the people’s trust in the Church.

However, today the church was shrouded in mist, and the usually bustling harbor had come to a standstill due to the incident.

This left the faithful unable to pray and dock workers with nothing to do.

Nevertheless, this slight disturbance didn’t dampen the spirits of the White Harbor residents.

“Holly Light above! Goddess bless us! Today is another bright and safe day!”

Meanwhile, within the fog.

Knights clashed, swords and spears meeting in battle.

Under their respective leaders’ commands, they regarded each other as heretics, casting aside any brotherly love.

But no matter how powerful the Holy Knights’ force, or how well-equipped they were, they ultimately fell in numbers against the people of White Harbor.

Even through the illusion barrier, the high-level Extraordinary Being, Simon, sensed distant fluctuations, his expression growing increasingly rigid.

“Do you really think they can defeat the Sword Saint?”

“Kid, I know that guy better than you do.”

Theresa smirked, “And is now the time to worry about others?!”

The Holy Nun, Theresa, was rumored to bring warmth with her Holy Light, uplifting spirits and healing wounds, akin to a motherly figure.

Although not a saint, she achieved sanctification through numerous sacred and noble deeds.

It was said she had single-handedly purified heretics who believed in the Demon Race, granting those lost souls peace.

However, such legends often diverged significantly from the truth.

Theresa indeed purified quite a few heretics, but it wasn’t sending them to peace.

It was sending them to the afterlife.

With one stomp, the nun shattered the ground, her Holy Light gathering and surging; she swung a spiked warhammer that struck like an avalanche!

Healing wounds was merely a stereotype people held.

As one of the most versatile Extraordinary Powers, was Holy Light really that inconvenient?!

Perhaps Theresa wasn’t the strongest among the Six Heroes, but she was definitely the most temperamental.

Invisible wisdom couldn’t stop a warhammer up close, and as Simon flew back, he continuously conjured barriers, “Holy Nun!”

“Are you sure you want to fight me in the city, causing unnecessary… Pfft!”

A dozen light barriers were pierced like thin paper in one stroke, the heavy blow from the Holy Nun sent Simon flying hundreds of meters, further wrecking the already battered ruins.

“You really have some nerve!”

Theresa exhaled heatedly, her face turned a fierce shade of blue, every vein swelling with terrifying Holy Light.

“How many people have died in White Harbor because of your ridiculous plan?”

“Don’t worry, the last attack was too sudden, but this time I personally set up the Mist Barrier beforehand; our battle won’t affect the town.”

“So you’d better bite the bullet.” Theresa strode toward him, each step shaking the ground like a giant’s footfall.

“Kid, I’ve wanted to beat you up for ages.”

Elsewhere, at White Harbor’s port.

The gray-haired old man, Wei, stood firm like a mountain.

He hadn’t moved an inch, nor had he drawn his sword, yet his presence was striking, sending an invisible sharp sword aura rippling through everyone present.

The fierce wind made the gryphons screech, and even the navy hiding behind ships and cannons became restless.

In lower to mid-tier combat, they held absolute superiority, yet the existence of the Sword Saint was enough to level everything.

However, at the forefront, the Iron-Blood Knight, under this terrifying pressure, dismounted the gryphon and calmly bowed to the opponent.

“It is an honor for every knight to meet you, Sword Saint.”

“However, we mean no harm; we only wish to speak with the Saintess.”

Rayo replied nonchalantly, “The Saintess doesn’t belong to the Western Continent, nor to the Lionheart.”

Karl nodded, “Indeed.”

“But she doesn’t belong to the Church either.”

“Alice is my maid, and the companion of my son. As an elder, wanting to speak with her doesn’t seem excessive.”

Karl, being of noble descent, managed to say a few polite words.

On this point, the Sword Saint did not need to refuse.

But he didn’t need to give an answer.

“Young man, the torrent of fate cannot be resisted by human power. You cannot, and neither can I. Think for yourselves and return.”

“They don’t understand, but you, who have experienced the cruelty of fate, should. Even a demigod cannot resist the tide of destiny.” Rayo gazed deeply at Karl, his tone heavy. “Momentary passion will only lead to your ruin.”

Silence lingered for a moment, but only a moment.

Karl looked up and smiled, “Quite the opposite.”

“Precisely because I’ve experienced the cruelty, I want to pursue something different.”

The world after her was nothing but darkness.

Until his arrival, everything was reignited.

No one knew whether Roy could continue on, but Karl couldn’t just stand by like last time.

“Having experienced the glorious fate, I believe you, Sword Saint, can understand.”

For a fleeting moment, the past flickered like a candlelight.

Regardless of race, nationality, or affiliation, everyone was united against the Demon Race, intertwining brilliance and hope, surpassing the hardships of the times.

But after the brilliance, all that remained was the dirty ashes. After burning all hope, the tide of destiny would eventually consume its slaves.

Rayo didn’t expect that after many years, forces from the Western Continent could set aside their prejudices and unite again.

Only this time, he stood opposite them.

How ironic.

“In the end, everything will be decided by the sword.”

After a moment of reflection, Rayo’s aura changed.

“You wouldn’t be foolish enough to think six rank-5s could stop me, so you’re hiding a high-level being… Hmm, one who likely won’t sacrifice themselves, probably just a projection.”

“Making opportunities for him to act by creating openings?”

Rayo lifted his chin, the humming of his sword echoing, glancing at everyone with calm resolve: “Just you guys?”

Karl clenched the air and revealed a mithril longsword, “Willing to give it a try!”

Rayo fell silent.

In an instant, the holy sword was drawn, and the world dimmed.

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At the very moment fierce battles erupted in central White Harbor, a small team of over a dozen people managed to slip past the harbor’s watch and escort the blonde girl in white robes to the outskirts.

Levy, Olaya, and Wysalia simultaneously let out a sigh of relief.

Wysalia casually remarked, “Everyone, the Church has prepared evacuation ships in the southern towns; next, we just need to escort the Saintess there.”

Indeed, Alice had never actually been within White Harbor.

Whether in the city or at the port, both were too easy to monitor and ambush, so from the very beginning, these areas served as bait to lure the enemy’s forces.

“Those commoners of the Western Continent are witless fools; how could they anticipate Simon’s plan?” Levy scoffed.

“How could they possibly think we would utilize the teleportation array, leaving through the trials’ secret realm?!”

In an instant, all the guards exchanged knowing smiles, showing disdain.

But just as they entered the canyon, a thunderous crash echoed behind them as a giant rock blocked their retreat.

And just ahead, a rather resigned voice teased.

“Is it possible there’s more than one teleportation array?”

At that moment, whether it was Levy, Olaya, Wysalia, or any of the guards, their expressions changed drastically, and their breaths hitched.

It was as if they had seen a dead person.