I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 740

Chapter 122: Above the Extraordinary

“The blood of the False King still lives, but so what?”

Starlight fell heavily, repelling the attacks from the Saintess.

Healing is the specialty of all Holy Light Extraordinary Beings.

Broken bones and ruptured wounds healed instantly, startling Simon into calmness once more, utterly resolute.

“Perhaps he can change the fate of the Saintess.”

“But the existence named Alice has long disappeared; what remains is merely the embers of her soul. A tiny mortal can only shake the Saintess, not the current Angel!”

On another front, scarlet and holy white sword energies crisscrossed.

Rayo took half a step back, gently wiping away the blood on his face.

“Indeed.”

“But that’s all there is.”

“Pinning hope on the blood of the False King is your only choice. But the blood of the False King isn’t without limits.”

“Even with demigod power, enough to threaten a regular Sequence 4, it is still far from matching the Angel—just as you are not my opponents.”

The residual wind howled.

The blades of the Iron Blood knight’s sword did not slacken, yet they lay in a pool of blood.

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No one could stop Roy now.

Surrounded by raging flames, giant serpents danced, and the chaotic battlefield trembled.

Yet the golden-haired girl stood silently, so still she resembled a painting, unmoved by all this.

Until the Young Boy approached her and extended his hand.

“Alice, just as I promised, I’ve come to save you.”

For the first time, the silent girl reacted, as if the lifeless painting finally came to life.

Like a babbling infant, she slowly and awkwardly reached out to him.

“Wait, something’s wrong; we’re still missing one.”

Leanna, who was holding off a crowd of minions, suddenly furrowed her brow.

Setting aside the incapacitated Jay, there should have been another Saint candidate.

Yet there was no sign of that Child of Light present.

In fact, Sang was indeed there.

However, for someone of Sequence 4, evading the perceptions of many mid and low-tier beings was not a difficult task.

Sang stood at a height, peering at the dark-haired Young Boy, realizing, “No wonder the fate seen through the Eye of Divine Vision remains elusive…”

Sang, more precisely, was the Pope from the Eastern Continent, hands clasped together, bowing his head, assuming a posture of prayer.

“Lord Angel, I pray to you, please personally judge the dirty blood attempting to stain your sacred body!”

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That’s right, she is Alice.

Even with the white robe obscuring her face.

Just from that perfectly curved half of her face, the soft golden hair peeking from under the hood, and the faint fragrance of irises, Roy could confirm she was indeed his girl.

But just as he was about to touch her ivory-like fingertip, the atmosphere shifted.

A chilling intent sharper than a sword pierced his mind.

Even Phoenix couldn’t help but shout, “Be careful!”

What greeted Roy was neither the girl’s gentle hand nor her warm embrace, but the blinding light of a sword that made the world seem dark.

The hood dropped, revealing the girl’s icy gaze for the first time.

Alice transformed into a stream of golden light, thrusting a sword that sent Roy flying, hurtling thousands of meters into the depths of the canyon.

“Roy!”

“Don’t worry about him!”

Charlotte shouted to stop the panicking elven girl, preventing her from aiding.

“Weren’t we supposed to trust him? We can’t help now!”

In a battle against a high-tier opponent, it was beyond their level to intervene, even supporting assistance required at least Sequence 5 to be significant.

Watching the horrifying glow disappear in the distance, Nia bit her lip, feeling more powerless than ever.

As Charlotte said, all they could do now was believe.

The impact of the light blade didn’t last long; Roy soon landed, plunging into the stream within the canyon.

“Even though I was somewhat prepared, being impaled by you still hurts a bit.”

Roy shook his arm, shedding the shattered scales, his expression extremely grave.

Just one strike shattered the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, highlighting how terrifying the opponent’s power truly was.

In the distance, the holy robe fell away as the girl donned the same armor she wore during the Saint’s Trial, her golden hair tied into a neat ponytail.

However, behind the girl stretched out were wings of pure white holy armor, radiating brilliance beyond the extraordinary. Her crystal-blue eyes no longer bore the affection and trust from before, now empty and lifeless.

The serene and cool aura that belonged to Alice was gone, leaving only a chill more frigid than any sword blade and a murderous intent.

Most importantly, it was her momentum.

Sequence 4, above the extraordinary.

Mundane mortals could never reach it, and the so-called extraordinary was as small as an ant.

The vast extraordinary fluctuations felt like an unfathomable stream of light, akin to the pulsating volcanoes, the warped dark forests, the demonic flames, and the pale deaths Roy had faced before.

That was true divinity.

The sense of oppression was even greater than that of those beings.

At this moment, Alice had become an existence equal to mythological creatures.

And not a mere projection, not fading, but the genuine article!

A real Angel!

Phoenix spoke with unprecedented seriousness: “I’ll just say it now, the situation isn’t good.”

“Her soul is too weak. Even I might not be able to awaken her.”

“The hope is slim…”

Roy interrupted her, “But what I’m going to do is seize that slim hope.”

Phoenix paused for a moment, then smiled: “Ah, true.”

“Be extra careful; real mythological beings are far scarier than you imagine. Don’t even dream of defeating her; just create an opportunity to touch her soul for me.”

“Understood.”

Roy took a deep breath, then raised the Dragon Tooth Blade toward the distant Angel.

“Alice, I’m coming to save you.”

The Angel’s face froze for a moment, then in the next second, she suddenly erupted.

Taking one step forward, the terrifying wave of holy energy overturned the stream and shattered mountain walls.

And that blinding light sword struck before the deafening boom could even reach him!

The twin blades clashed.

The Dragon Tooth Sword and the light sword both let out mournful cries.

With just one strike, Roy felt the seemingly indestructible Dragon Tooth Blade suffer tiny cracks.

Weapons forged from elemental power possessed astonishing strength but were not meant for prolonged use and were theoretically no better than physical weapons. Yet the opponent used a relentless stream of holy light to maintain their usage of weapons that were difficult for ordinary Extraordinary Beings.

Roy had no time for a counter-attack as he saw the figure already vanishing from sight, then launching an assault from another direction.

Dark-golden sword light, blazing holy flames, shadowy and silvery figures intertwined in a dance of blades, flashing like two meteors through the canyon in an instant.

Bushes, riverbanks, huge boulders, rock walls; the fluctuations of sword light ripped apart everything in its path. In just a few seconds of combat, the destruction caused surpassed the extent of the earlier battle between Roy, Wysalia, and Jay.

In an instant, the terrifying light blade passed by.

No one knew how many times the Dragon Tooth Blade had been severed by the holy light, yet in that critical moment, Roy narrowly escaped this terrifying blow by mere inches.

The angled light attack slid back, cleaving away a layer of mountain wall.