I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 748

Chapter 130: The Fairy Tale of Irises

Alice stood up resolutely, raising her longsword high, unleashing a wave of scorching white sword light.

However, no matter how much she tried to activate the Seraph, she could only reach the threshold of Sequence 4.

That was Alice’s limit.

She had surpassed the enhancement limits of all extraordinary abilities in this world, yet still couldn’t cross the chasm between the extraordinary and the mythical.

Even the mightiest holy knight seemed as insignificant as a speck of dust before the goddess’s majesty.

Just as they clashed, she already struggled to maintain her grip on the sword.

Until a pair of bloodstained but warm and strong hands firmly clasped over hers, becoming the most solid support, helping her hold onto that sword.

“Mm?”

The Pope paused slightly, ripples appearing in his gaze.

But when he noticed Roy’s presence was still only Sequence 6 and that he didn’t exude the massive aura of Bahamut, the ripples vanished in an instant.

“Foolish.”

“I’ll leave the Saintess alive while completely ending you!”

Ignoring the threat from above, Roy supported the fragile girl’s body with all his strength.

Alice glanced back, initially surprised, but then her expression turned bittersweet: “Master, I’ve already…”

“You can’t win against him, and neither can I.”

“But what if we join forces?”

“Master?” Alice was taken aback.

“I believe in you.”

‘The wicked Roy’, the blood of the False King, the tragic ending that was destined for the two had once filled Roy with an intense hatred.

What terrified him even more was the original protagonist, the Destined Saintess, known as Alice.

But the chains of fate weren’t unbreakable; the course of destiny wasn’t unchangeable.

Alice was the best proof of this.

Before the original protagonist, the Destined Saintess, who was chosen by the Holy Light, she was just an utterly ordinary girl.

A girl who belonged to her.

With the strength of two mid-tier beings, challenging the supremely powerful Pope, Roy would have been terrified before.

Yet at this moment, he was unexpectedly calm.

Be it the blood of the False King or the Holy Blood of Angels, even if a cursed lineage had already mapped out a dire fate, so what?

There was no need for hatred, no need for fear; the warmth they shared on their journey together shone brighter than the morning light.

Since their fated lives, cursed by bloodline, had already been stained with the beauty of irises, why couldn’t they change the final outcome?!

Roy gazed into those gradually crystalizing eyes: “Do you believe in me?”

In the initial moments of their encounter, unease always lingered around her.

Lost in the long night of solitude, such a beautiful ray of sunlight felt almost unbelievable.

But it was all real.

Roy had only ever given her beauty, reigniting the hope she had long forgotten deep within her heart.

Alice believed in him simply because he had given her so much, lighting up her world, and she never wanted to lose it again.

Even if that light was ultimately ethereal, she was willing to give everything for it.

No matter what shape fate took, walking alongside him to the end felt only natural.

Alice answered naturally, “I believe in you too.”

Roy smiled gently at her words.

Alice’s gaze was always so pure.

That pure feeling was the source of the Angel’s power.

Since that was the case, he would amplify that power.

The blood of the False King brought not only a tragic fate but also the power to change destiny.

Blood Resonance.

At this moment, Roy immersed himself, fully activating the bloodline that had brought him countless misfortunes and suffering.

Supporting the chest behind him, squeezing his hands tightly, his breath, nearly dried yet still fiery, Alice’s bloodline unconsciously resonated with Roy’s, reverberating in harmony like they could no longer be separated.

Blood resonance, the quivering of souls; just the fact that she fought for Roy was enough to make Alice’s blood surge uncontrollably.

The pure white wings unfurled once more, the scorching Holy Light ignited fiercely, extraordinary power skyrocketed, inflating to its limit, finally blooming again.

Alice’s eyes blazed with the white-hot flame, she shouted with determination, forcing the torrent of light descending from heaven back.

“Seraph?! But how is that possible…?!”

“What have you done to her? Why would the Angels ignore our prayers and rebel against the goddess?!”

The Pope, no longer calm, was astonished and enraged, roaring in questioning fury.

Roy merely raised an eyebrow, mocking the sanctimonious one who couldn’t comprehend love: “Didn’t I tell you?”

“This is called pure love!”

The Blood Resonance of the False King, the Seraph of the Angel, and Alice’s unwavering obsession for Roy combined in that moment, with the most insignificant feelings of mortals transcending the divinity of the extraordinary!

Nothing amplifies the Angel’s power more than the purest of feelings, and the mere fact of standing side by side with the boy exceeded both the Blood Resonance and the Seraph, turning into the strongest kindling, igniting the spark of hope deep within the girl’s heart, fueling the Angel’s bloodline!

Sequence 4, beyond the extraordinary, a single person becomes an army.

The legend begins, the angels return.

But this time, not as puppets of the goddess, nor the so-called savior, but merely the Seraph wielding the sword, solely for her beloved, entirely for one person.

Roy supported his angel, holding high the sword of light.

And Alice, relying on everything she had, ignited the scorching white flames and struck down with one sword.

Celestial Scorch.

The radiant sword light shot up to the heavens, the second heavenly gate slowly opened.

Once, a single strike had slain the head of the Necromancer Cult, a blow powerful enough to seal sanctity, now the ultimate strike of the slaughtering angel descended.

The Pope silently screamed, exerting his full strength too.

The Seraph’s strike collided head-on with the goddess’ judgment, and the residual waves of Holy Light formed a circular shockwave, making the world tremble.

The fiery light was dazzlingly white, the sword opening the gateway to heaven.

Golden Holy Light spread forth, coming from the celestial realm.

In an instant, the entire sky was divided into gold and white.

A terrifying wave more blinding than the roar of the dragon king completely shredded the entire sky.

The whole White Harbor was set into motion, causing countless unwitting Holy Light believers to kneel and pray, beseeching the goddess to quell her wrath.

But up in the heavens, the goddess’s judgment had already been declared over.

Layer upon layer of magic arrays were shattered by the sword light from above, and the Pope’s heavenly gate also collapsed, vanishing into nothingness.

Bathed in the scorching white flames, Sang’s body gradually turned to ashes.

Watching the intertwined figures of the False King and the Angel beneath the fiery light, the Pope furiously raised his hand.

Yet no matter how fearsome the power residing in the Eastern Continent was, the vessel Sang had already reached his limit.

Just like the last straw that broke the camel’s back, Sang’s body split in two, unable to be healed, swallowed entirely by the scorching white light soaring through the sky, leaving not even ashes behind.

After a while, the fiery light began to dim, only the pure white wings floated down with the wind.

Once that shocking extraordinary wave finally quieted, Charlotte and the others hurried to the heart of the canyon.

The canyon had long been leveled, no longer existing, and now deeply sunken, with the surrounding hills completely shattered, revealing no signs of its previous glory.

Such a terrifying scene made Charlotte and the others’ hearts sink; every one of them looked pale.

They followed the flurry of wings towards the end of the gentle breeze and finally found the two figures at the battle’s center.

Worry vanished without a trace, replaced by a sense of helpless yet comforting smile.

Falling feathers danced, Holy Light sprinkled down, the faint morning twilight colored the scene before them in pure, dreamlike hues.

The young boy and girl leaned against each other, sleeping deeply in the embrace of morning light, as beautiful as a fairy tale that even a god would hesitate to break.