I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 739

Chapter 121: No More Obstacles

In the town center, Simon, who was being pounded by Theresa while she healed herself with Holy Light, chuckled, blood dripping from his lips. “I’m sorry, but the Saintess is already safe.”

“I must admit, it’s impressive to unite the various powers of the Western Continent to this extent. But the one who’s stuck isn’t the Sword Saint—it’s you guys!”

However, to his surprise, Theresa flashed an even brighter smile than his. “You’re right, the Saintess is already safe.”

In the next moment, Simon’s smile froze solid.

Because from beyond the port, a third extraordinary presence emerged.

Among them was a particularly noticeable aura.

It belonged to someone who shouldn’t have appeared—an aura of a deceased person.

At the port.

The iceberg came rolling back, a storm howled, and a complex purple magic array wove an illusory poisonous scorpion, but none of it could withstand a single sword.

The sword broke through everything; one slash shattered the void.

Absolute power transformed into a cataclysmic line, slicing through the iceberg, extinguishing the storm, obliterating the illusory array, and in the doomsday sea, it stirred up enormous waves.

The six Sequence 5 fighters dispatched by various forces were all seasoned mid-level extraordinary beings, yet under the pressure of the Sword Saint, their expressions remained icy, struggling to get closer.

However, just as Rayo lifted his sword, preparing to execute a second extraordinary strike, he hesitated, surprise flashing in his eyes.

“That guy, isn’t he already…?!”

But in that split second of vulnerability lay a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The Iron-Blooded Knight seized the moment, pouring all his energy into his blood magic and raising his hand to summon a crimson magic sword!

Meanwhile.

On the outskirts of White Port, in the secret realm of the Saint’s trial.

The black-haired boy smiled leisurely, “Thank you for escorting the Saintess all this way, but with the proper guards now present, your mission ends here.”

Orolia looked conflicted. “How is this possible? He’s not supposed to… Was he resurrected by a cult?!”

Vissaria shook her head. “No, he doesn’t carry any cult vibes. Besides, we couldn’t find his corpse at the scene.”

The Saint’s Guards, bearing the blood of the False King, had returned safely after fighting against the head of the cult.

Except for the gritting Levi, everyone else held genuine gratitude and respect.

This was supposed to be a moment for them to rejoice.

Yet the request posed by the opposition left them unable to feel happy at all.

“I’m sorry, Lord Roy, but the Archbishop has issued a command: no one is allowed to take the Saintess. If you truly care about her, you may accompany us to the Eastern Continent.”

Vissaria added a hint of pleading, “Please don’t make this difficult for us.”

Vissaria harbored no malice, but such a naive suggestion made Roy almost chuckle.

Good heavens, they didn’t save the girl and now wanted to hand me over to their base, huh?

Roy calmly asked, “If your Archbishop is a bastard who wouldn’t hesitate to use a cult to harm innocent people for his own goals, would you still follow his orders?”

“What?”

“Forget it, you probably wouldn’t believe me anyway.”

The Archbishop, favored by the Holy Light, viewed its people as mere weeds, displaying such ruthlessness.

Without decisive evidence, aside from the absolute trust placed in Charlotte and those who were already aware of the church’s dark underbelly, such claims sounded like absurd fairy tales.

Besides, Roy never expected to convince them through mere words.

“If it’s really that difficult, then don’t do it. Just go back and say you tried your best,” Roy spoke as if considering their feelings.

In the next moment, the black-haired boy casually raised his hand.

Shadows twisted and danced, as nine-headed giant serpents emerged.

Their massive bodies instantly scattered the group; every guard was sent flying except for the silent blonde girl.

“Damn it! We gave you a chance!”

Orolia’s eyes shone with white light in anger as she pulled her bow, only for the cold short sword gripped in reverse to be pressed against her neck.

She heard a sweet chuckle behind her. “I suggest you don’t move.”

“That short sword is smeared with a poison so potent that even the Holy Light struggles to heal it, courtesy of the Enchanting Council. Just a scratch would turn you into a mindless whore, and I don’t think you’d want everyone to see you dancing around naked, would you?”

The sinister words were more horrifying than the sword at her neck, causing Orolia to wheeze in panic.

Why the heck didn’t the Eye of Light catch her presence?! And what the hell was that enchanting poison?!

Legends say the descendants of elves are adept at concocting various potions; looking at that pink blade, how could Orolia dare take a gamble?

As Orolia was controlled, the golden-red griffon swooped down, engulfed in searing flames, slamming into Vissaria and sending her flying.

Vissaria half-knelt, glaring at the magnificent red-haired princess, the Lionheart, and began to doubt her life choices.

“A princess risking her life to aid a mere knight?”

“I’m willing.”

“Well then, I’ve long wanted to have a chat with the princess of the Knight Kingdom.”

Vissaria readied her lance, brimming with battle spirit.

Charlotte, however, frowned slightly, smirking disdainfully, “A chat?”

“Do you think I’ll play knight games like Roy? I won’t go easy on you.”

Charlotte descended from the griffon, her fiery red eyes holding the might of a volcano, exuding lion-like majesty that twisted the air with heat.

Each step she took felt like the heavy tread of a beast king upon Vissaria’s heart.

“Don’t get it twisted; you’re merely a challenger. Being defeated by me would be your honor.”

The candidates for the Saint were swiftly suppressed.

The remaining guards had no choice but to position themselves in front of the girl, drawing their swords at Roy.

But they didn’t even get the chance to strike before being bitten down one by one by the ferocious nine-headed serpent.

Levi, with a shattering sword heart, also fell into this fate.

The brown-haired witch had leisurely sat atop the serpent’s body, enjoying the sight of the knights being crushed like a comedic performance.

“Damn witch! Do you know what it means to strike against the Holy Light Church?!”

Levi, bound by the serpent, questioned weakly, drawing laughter from Leanna.

“I don’t know, why don’t you teach me? Sword Saint’s personal disciple—oh wait, I heard you’ve had a breakdown after being beaten by my junior and can’t even draw your holy sword now.” Leanna pondered, leisurely clapping her hands and adding wickedly, “Wouldn’t that be a form of impotence in a way?”

“Pfft…!”

Even the guards bound by the giant serpents chuckled, mocking him intensely.

“What the hell are you laughing at?! Why the hell are you all laughing?!”

The once-great genius of the Eastern Continent turned beet red with humiliation, reduced to impotent curses as he could do nothing else.

Charlotte and her companions were all below Sequence 5, and battling the Sword Saint carried too much risk, so they relied on their influence to call in a Sequence 5 representative for support.

But that didn’t mean they would stand by and do nothing.

Their coming was to help Roy eliminate any pesky guards, so he wouldn’t waste his strength.

The candidates for the Saint and the guards might be the heroes of the Eastern Continent, but weren’t Charlotte and her companions also the pride of the Western Continent?

If the three girls from “Angel Dance” were brilliant gems, competing equally with the talents of the Eastern Continent, now they had already undergone life and death trials, blooming into true gold, reliable enough to back Roy up and crush these opponents who had previously bogged him down, clearing the last obstacles in his way.

From this point on, no one could stop Roy from moving toward the blonde girl.