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A thick layer of dark clouds drifted in from the horizon, just enough to obscure the moonlight in the night sky, making the surroundings a bit darker.
Looking up, Ota was taken aback, his gaze falling on the tall tower high above the palace.
Between the light and shadow, he could vaguely see the outline of a trash can standing at the highest point of the tower, which had previously been in his blind spot.
“Trash…can?” Ota’s pupils contracted sharply.
A strong sense of unease welled up inside him, and he instantly realized something was wrong.
No, no good!
Just as Ota was about to give the order, it was too late. The next moment, a head of bright red hair, like a raging fire, jumped out of the trash can.
The blade's light, already fully formed, pierced through the tower and locked onto the center of the stage... Cuiyin!
The voice of the hero of sin resounded through the heavens.
"One strike, explosion! (Explosion!!!)"
"No—!" Otta, terrified, turned to look at the stage and roared, "Stop her!!!"
Stop him?
The sound traveled through the communication link, leaving the paladins present bewildered. The scholars of Astrid had been arrested, and they had no idea what Otto meant.
Who are we trying to stop?
The next moment, they had their answer.
"Heh, so we've been found out..."
Endless black feathers suddenly fell from the void, enveloping the entire royal capital square.
Dark clouds swept down from the sky, carrying an incredibly dense demonic aura, descending upon the scene.
As the demonic energy surged, a demon with jet-black wings appeared in the arena. He adjusted the black halo above his head, and a terrifying plague suddenly spread out, causing all the paladins present to gasp for breath and their power to surge wildly.
"The Plague Angel... Freer?!"
A group of paladins cried out in alarm, immediately realizing something was wrong.
But it was too late. The fallen angel's hand blazed with black flames, aimed directly at the songstress on the stage, a smile playing on his lips: "Since that's the case, then we'll have to finish this quickly..."
Just as Freer raised his right arm and was about to make his move, he suddenly caught a glimpse of Astrid being pressed against the edge of the stage.
Freer was startled.
"Ai..."
He was about to speak in astonishment when a sudden, intense sense of crisis surged into his heart.
……
royal palace.
On top of the tower.
“We are our last hope, Darkfrey.”
Shana instructed from the trash can: "Commander Erwin has been arrested. Now, the only way to eliminate that virtual singer and restore Prince Ota to normal is through our own efforts, and that's all we have left."
“I know, my lord,” Darkfrey nodded solemnly.
If it had previously questioned Shana's Demon Eye, the changes in these Heavenly Kings have explained everything.
That virtual singer is the source of decay and depravity within the kingdom!
Chapter 396 There's a knife!
It and Shana only have one chance to strike, and that strike must be delivered before Ota and the others have any time to react.
"open!"
The trash can lid flew skyward.
With divine inspiration flowing through her blade, Shana moved swiftly and decisively. The moment she leaped out of the trash can, her fully charged slash landed with unparalleled precision on the singer on stage.
"We did it!" Darkfrey exclaimed excitedly.
But the next moment, Shana's broken eyes flashed with emotion: "Oh no, this is terrible!"
She realized she had overlooked the most important thing.
The dazzling blade light fell like a meteor, its trajectory precise and flawless. A terrifying killing intent instantly enveloped the virtual singer on the stage, but as if the power had gone out of control, the meteor's trajectory suddenly took a sharp turn!
Within his body, a protective force vibrated silently—
The "Guaranteed Hit" buff: Your attacks will be firmly locked onto the enemy in front of you who is full of murderous intent... Your attacks will absolutely be unable to hit targets that have no ill intentions towards you.
Before unleashing that strike, she completely ignored the fact that she was branded with such a deadly "curse".
But the virtual singer on stage is a real projection, completely devoid of any malice!
It's going to happen!
Shana's eyes widened as she discovered that the blade energy, which should have fallen straight towards the stage, had made a V-shaped turn just before hitting Suine.
It slashed at the suddenly appearing, pitch-black demon.
……
The moment I saw Astrid pinned to the ground.
Freer, who had been handling the situation with ease, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Why is Astrid here... and why is she being subdued by a group of paladins, making it seem like her identity has been exposed?
The timing was perfect.
No, perhaps it wasn't just a coincidence, but rather that Astrid came here at the risk of her identity being exposed.
She was trying to remind herself!
—There's a trap!
Freer was startled. The next moment, a blade of light suddenly burst forth from the depths of the palace, crashing down from above. Then, with a speed that was completely impossible to react to, it abruptly turned and slashed towards him.
"No, no good!"
Freer was shocked. The blade flashed without any warning before it arrived, as if it had perfectly concealed its killing intent. Only when the blade was right in front of him did his intuition suddenly kick in!
What a terrible knife!
The terrifying power that rushed towards him was enough to make Freer's scalp tingle. There was no time to dodge, so he immediately gathered his attack and defended in front of him!
boom--!
Above the stage, two streams of energy collided violently.
"Damn it..." Freer gritted his teeth. The magic power he had hastily gathered was not enough to dismantle the terrifying blade light. He had no time to gather magic power. He never imagined that he might perish directly under this blade!
Hero of Sin!
He had only ever heard the name from the mouths of the Svergi Demons, but after facing him in person, he realized that the other party was just as terrifying as Mino, and perhaps even more so!
This is a fatal blow.
The black and white blades were locked on him, his tattered wings struggling to fold, and despair filled Freer's eyes.
I'm going to die—!
……
dying!
Astrid, who was lying on the ground, was about to cry.
She knew that now that her identity had been discovered, she was doomed to die.
Since that's the case... then I must use my last bit of energy to finish what I haven't done yet! With trembling hands, Astrid was about to destroy the machine.
Suddenly, she froze.
As if she had grasped a powerful energy source, her expression became incredulous.
The virtual projection dancing on the stage—its body was actually condensing such intense decaying energy! Without needing to decay, she only needed to move her mind to detonate that energy.
Such terrifying power could even cover the entire Royal Capital Square, giving him a chance to escape amidst the chaos!
Astrid seemed to see a glimmer of hope and instantly became excited.
Completely unaware of the sudden burst of light and shadow and the terrifying impact overhead.
There was a snap.
Astrid snapped her fingers.
……
On the walls of the imperial palace.
"Heroine Shana, and a demon... What's going on?!"
Ota stared in astonishment at the suddenly twisting blade of light and the fallen angel who was enveloped by it the moment he appeared. His mood was like a rollercoaster ride, with a look of despair still lingering on his blank face.
On the plaza stage, terrifying energies clashed, seemingly trying to drive the demon into a corner.
"By the way, where's Cuiyin? How is Cuiyin?!"
Coming to his senses, Otta quickly lowered his head and looked towards the center of the stage.
The emerald green illusory projection was still dancing and singing when the blade light narrowly grazed her head and exploded directly above her.
Ota breathed a sigh of relief, the tears of grief still lingering in the corners of his eyes gradually transforming into a relieved smile:
"It's alright, it's alright!"
"This time, I finally protected..."
A twisted and decaying aura suddenly permeated the space. The next moment, Cuiyin's projection began to flicker and malfunction, and even her originally smooth singing became extremely choppy, as if the energy within her body was beginning to surge uncontrollably.
Ota's smile froze on his face.
"Cui, Cuiyin?"
The girl's phantom image on the stage kept collapsing, condensing, and coalescing, accompanied by an increasingly terrifying aura of destruction.