I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 743

Chapter 125: The Angel Falls to the Mortal Realm

The blade soared into the air, and the figure followed it like a shot.

The young boy transformed into a flash of sword light.

What awaited him was a torrential downpour of light.

Massive extraordinary waves coalesced into a line, with thousands upon thousands of light blades raining down, ruthlessly annihilating everything beneath.

The blades hurled by Roy were crushed without a trace.

Despite dodging 99% of the sword light, the next moment, Roy still fell back to the ground, blood splattering from his wounds.

Yet, he was smiling.

A full-force strike from a Sequence 4 attack couldn’t possibly be blocked by even the simplest ability of the “Iron Blood”!

The “Angel” was invincible, but there was never only the Seraph before him!

Roy casually discarded all defenses, even tossing aside the Evil Dragon Blood Armor, charging straight ahead in an unambiguous line.

At this moment, the angel was no longer unshakeable.

Facing the Dragon’s Might, the cold-faced angel shattering the illusion was now thrown into disarray.

Trembling wings were in chaos, and the golden-haired angel swayed as if caught between advancing and retreating.

Not letting the opportunity slip, Roy moved in closer.

Without using any extraordinary abilities, Roy managed to get within ten meters of the Seraph without obstruction!

The once lofty angel was finally within reach.

In the crystal-clear, indifferent eyes, a hint of panic finally appeared.

Now’s my chance!

<Consume 1 Reversal Point, Project the Sword of the Predecessor King!>

The boy focused his breath, with golden-red flames igniting in his dark eyes, unleashing the soul of the red lotus, presenting the divine weapon granted by the Phoenix, the “Phoenix Blade: Fierce Blossom”!

The flustered Seraph’s gaze locked onto him, its stiff body forced into action, delivering a dazzling strike.

Light waves exploded, overturning the earth and shaking the valley.

A full-force attack from Sequence 4 wasn’t a lie; that incandescent strike made every cell in the boy’s body cry out in fear, wanting to flee.

Under divinity, all were but ants.

A strike condensed with divinity was enough to obliterate a mortal body a hundred times over.

However, the boy showed no hesitation and firmly drew his blade.

<Sun Flame>.

The ethereal cry of a phoenix and the keen sound of swordplay resonated simultaneously.

In a flash brighter than the sun’s corona, he successfully struck the angel’s soul, and the boy was pierced by the light sword of the Seraph.

Even so, Roy did not retreat an inch, ignoring the excruciating pain from his torn chest, moving toward that obliterating holy light, arms wide open towards the angel brandishing her sword.

Then, he descended for what could be the last kiss of his life, meant for the girl that belonged to him.

<Bloodline Resonance>.

The thoughts he wanted to convey but couldn’t express, his obsession, and his love, were all released through the entanglement of their souls at this moment.

The holy light dimmed, the wings fell.

The sacred angel thus fell into the mortal realm.

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In a pure white cathedral.

The golden-haired girl donned a holy robe, sitting upon her holy throne surrounded by three faceless angels.

Beside her, a goddess with crystal eyes smiled indifferently, holding a pure white crown above her head for her coronation.

Chained and with dim eyes, the golden-haired girl couldn’t even muster the strength to struggle, allowing the goddess to approach her.

Memories form the soul.

The Phoenix’s frailty gradually diminished the protection of the Fire Soul.

Thus, Alice’s memories were erased by the goddess’s holy light.

Regardless of encounters, sorrows, warmth, joy, or the most ordinary yet precious moments, all were mercilessly bleached away by the relentless holy light—

Who I am doesn’t matter.

What’s important is that the Destined Saintess, the goddess’s favorite angel, should inevitably accept her crown and inherit her will.

Everything felt so natural.

It should be natural…

But why was there such resistance?

It was as if something important was…

Seeing the girl hesitate to stretch out her hand for so long, the impatient goddess stepped forward, attempting to force the crown onto her head.

But at that moment, the roaring firebird tore through the light.

The goddess’s demeanor turned cold and furious as she conjured a spear of light, easily piercing the invading Phoenix.

However, as the firebird dissipated, the crimson girl descended from the sky, recklessly pouncing at the goddess.

Before the goddess could act a second time, the Phoenix landed a solid slap!

Since she couldn’t save Alice, she’d focus on a one-on-one with the goddess!

The Phoenix and the goddess clashed, exchanging slaps and hair pulls: “Roy! I can’t hold on much longer!”

“Thank you!”

The boy charged into the cathedral, ascending to the holy throne.

The long-lost figure finally emerged, and the girl’s once-somber eyes regained their sparkle.

For that was the only color that belonged solely to her amidst the pure, merciless holy light.

Just like their first meeting, when the pitch-black dungeon illuminated her world.

“Alice, come back.”

Yes, I am Alice.

I am his maid, his saintess, his angel, the girl who belongs only to him.

And he is Roy Ainbrad, my everything.

Ignoring the chains binding her, Alice struggled with all her might, grasping Roy’s hand.

White clouds flowed, azure skies swept by, in an ordinary afternoon, soft sunlight filled the cruel white with warmth.

A soul brighter than gold dimmed even the holy light in comparison.

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The sacred and vast aura suddenly came to a halt, and the calmness of the Wise Angel collapsed into nothingness.

“It can’t be!”

“Saintess! How could the power of angels…!”

The Holy Nun swung a punch, stirring the winds and clouds, shattering layer upon layer of light barriers, striking Simon square in the chest.

Holy light carried by flesh was more potent than solid weapons, yet it was a double-edged sword that would harm the user.

Thus, this reckless move was unapproved by the Church and had no name.

Yet, this full-force strike would be accompanied by an astonishing roar.

“Olá!”

Neither defense nor healing was swift enough; the full-frontal attack from a high-level extraordinary being hit home, directly ruining Simon’s heart, causing him to vomit blood and plummet into the ruins.

Meanwhile, one person wielding a sword suppressed five mid-tier Sword Saints but suddenly exposed an opening in shock.

At that moment, the knight in the pool of blood sprang up, thrusting viciously toward the back of Rayo.

A sea of crimson.

The unexpected sneak attack caused Rayo to falter; though he blocked it, his stance was broken.

And the once-hidden archmage finally seized the once-in-a-lifetime opening.

A twelvefold magic array descended from the sky, as the gray-robed old man raised the formation, raining down endless meteorites.

Meanwhile, other extraordinary beings within the area were already teleported back to the ship by Booker’s pre-placed teleportation array.

“Old friend, long time no see!”

“Booker! You sneaky…!”

The usually composed Sword Saint couldn’t help but curse out loud, but it was too late for him to break the magic array, as the vast fire star rain completely swallowed him whole.