“Boom!”
The flowing light of magic dispersed before the filthy sword qi of the long sword. Verafia’s small body stumbled to the ground in disarray, coincidentally dodging the sword edge entwined with filth that Besser swung at her.
Her vocal cords hoarsely roared, the golden-haired elf’s beast-like eyes were blood-red, and the metal sword edge was deeply embedded in the ground. With a “clang,” it smashed the surrounding floor, scattering it. The suddenly drawn sword edge directly cleaved down towards the small girl figure before him.
Delicate golden threads clung to her fair skin. Verafia’s young hand supported her on the ground filled with filthy demonic power. The temporarily stalled demonic power within her body flowed smoothly again in an instant. The magic in her other hand, holding Mistetinn’s Staff, shimmered.
Crystal clear, with wisps of golden-green breath of life clinging to the flawless sword edge, it was undoubtedly a powerful magic light sword that suddenly erupted from the top of the scepter.
Barely cutting through the gaps between the sword edge and demonic power, dodging Besser’s rotting and terrifying body, Verafia raised the scepter in her hand and swept it past Besser’s underside. the magic sword light cut through the filthy aura overflowing from Besser’s body, unimpeded, slicing through his chest and abdomen, spilling horrifyingly with filthy blood and tattered organs.
Compared to Besser’s physique, Verafia was now less than half his height. The enemy appearing before her was undoubtedly like a fallen, decaying giant. However, in the past, Verafia had not lacked experience fighting opponents of larger size.
“Honestly, I’m a mage, and in this young body, why do I have to fight this crazy guy in close combat!”
Verafia grumbled as she climbed up, gripping the scepter. The demonic power shrouding her small body evaporated all the spilled filthy blood, and she couldn’t help but complain.
Touching her messy hair with her slender fingers, Verafia quickly turned her body and saw Besser, whose abdomen was ripped open but whose eyes were still blood-red. She gently shook her scepter, her tender lips chanting an obscure and profoundly deep forbidden magic spell.
Instantly, a huge crack tore across the sky, and a dragon’s claw, like flames, extended from it, entwined with terrifying power, striking Besser’s body and sending him flying. In the dragon’s claw, flames like destruction dragon breath burned his tattered body.
With his body pierced by the magic light sword, nearly half of it severed, and even his organs cut into pieces, and then enduring another forbidden spell, such injuries would mean death for anyone, even a dragon with strong life force.
However, Besser’s body slowly got up, and his terrifying wounds and scorched marks, with wriggling filthy demonic power, were visible to the naked eye, but disgustingly began to heal. He grabbed his sword edge, reflecting the terrifying hatred in his pupils, and once again rushed towards Verafia, furiously swinging his sword.
“This guy!”
Verafia stomped her small leather shoe lightly on the ground, annoyed. Her slender little hand waved, releasing brilliant magic again. However, there wasn’t much surprise on the girl’s face.
She had seriously injured the opponent countless times, but as always, every time, Besser would get back up, as if he felt no pain, and attack her fearlessly.
As Verafia had said before, the current Besser was merely an avatar of Dylan, only containing some of his will.
“Tch, such a slothful guy, does an avatar not have the same characteristics?”
Verafia’s delicate voice said with great dissatisfaction. The Besser who appeared before her was fierce and brutal, completely unrelated to the word “sloth.”
“Rage, greed, lust… on the contrary, all the other cardinal sins are present. Could it be that Dylan condensed these from other sins when collecting cardinal sins in the world?”
Blinking her eyelashes, Verafia guessed.
Suddenly, with a loud noise, Besser, enduring the magic star rain, reached Verafia’s front, and the magic light shield used for defense was smashed to pieces. The girl dodged Besser’s fierce attack, twirled her scepter, and the magical splendor drew a crystal-clear arc, cutting off his arm.
However, the severed flesh and blood writhed, like countless tiny tentacles in rotten mud, and quickly regenerated, reforming into a complete arm.
Just as she had thought before, the filthy demonic power on Besser’s body now originated from Dylan, who was also an avatar of a cardinal sin. Merely injuring Besser, the almost endless demonic power would soon be able to recover.
Unless, Verafia could directly defeat Dylan.
Verafia angrily raised her head and looked at the bard who was watching with a smile and playing the harp with leisure. Her apricot eyes widened, her eyebrows bristled, and she shouted, “Damn guy, aren’t you worried that I’ll run out of your demonic power?”
The elegant harp music came from a distance, as if responding to the bard. It seemed that Dylan was particularly satisfied with her reaction.
Verafia’s belly swelled with anger.
What she was fighting was not so much Besser as Dylan himself. As an avatar of a cardinal sin, involved in the sins of the world, he possessed far more demonic power than ordinary Saints.
Like Verodia, whom Verafia had faced before, she had not reached the legendary level, yet her demonic power was even above the legendary level, fully comparable to a deity, which was why Verodia could unburdenedly seize and merge with the Creation Divine Spark.
And in Verafia’s current young body, although she was a phoenix, the total amount of demonic power might not be comparable to ordinary stars.
“How can they bully me like this!”
Verafia’s eyes turned red with anger. Besser appeared above her head, laughing ferociously, and the sword edge raised in both hands stabbed down at her without any pity, striking the Mistetinn’s Staff that Verafia was using to block.
Instantly, the emerald green radiance of the scepter rippled, and life branches proliferated and embellished on the virtual tree branches, entangling into Besser’s filthy flesh and blood.
Enduring Besser’s attack, Verafia staggered backward.
Even after being blocked by Mistetinn’s Staff, Verafia could not withstand the power of Besser’s jumping and cleaving attack. Her small body felt like it was falling apart.
However, her tender little hand gripped the scepter tightly.
Feeling the continuous influx of demonic power into her body, Verafia’s beautiful golden eyes, which she had raised, opened beneath her long eyelashes. In that brief moment, she looked at Besser, whose flesh and blood were entwined with the tiny branches that had sprouted from Besser’s flesh and blood, nourished by Mistetinn’s power of life.
Verafia had not gained nothing from fighting him so far.
Still in such a young body, but through countless battles with Besser and spells blooming in her hands, at least for Verafia now, the demonic power in this body no longer felt as if it was causing her discomfort when it flowed.
This also allowed Verafia, who had been in disarray at the beginning, to now be able to fight Besser back and forth, and even gain the upper hand with her spells from time to time.
Demonic power flowed continuously into the scepter from her small hand. The obscure runes of Mistetinn’s Staff lit up with brilliant radiance, but it was not only the brilliant gold representing flames, but also emerald green flowers of life adorning the blazing flames.
Verafia’s current demonic power was not just pure blazing flames. On the other side of the brilliant gold, gorgeous and dazzling blazing flames, was the brilliant vitality like the revival of all things.
