23. You have your day today too~
“Hahahaha! How’s it going, Demon? This is a **Corpse Taker** blessed by the Deity! It can’t be compared to that previous beast that could only wag its tail and beg!”
The **Black-robed Man** had a rather proud expression, excitedly showing off the **Corpse Taker** beside him to **Evelyn**. For some reason, Evelyn felt that his smug look was incredibly annoying, giving her a strong impulse to stomp on him a couple more times.
“Now, farewell, **Demon Girl of Justice**. I will take your body and soul!”
Hearing the **Black-robed Man’s** arrogant voice and sensing the approaching **Corpse Taker**, Evelyn lowered her head, as if she had completely given up resisting. However, in her palm pressed against the ground, the **Summoning Magic Formula** was already prepared, and she wasn’t worried about her life being at risk; she was only considering whether or not to summon “it.” If she truly brought it forth, the narrow alley wouldn’t be able to contain its massive body, and there was a high chance that nearby passersby would discover it, which would lead to big trouble.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The footsteps of the **Corpse Taker** grew louder, and Evelyn knew it had come before her; there was no time to think any longer, so she could only pray that there were no passersby nearby.
Just as the **Corpse Taker** raised its thick arms high, and Evelyn prepared to fully activate the summoning formula, a sweet voice, light as a lark, suddenly rang out, interrupting everyone’s actions.
“Hey! Looking so pathetic, Evelyn? Hehe, you have your day today too?”
In an instant, the light of the Angel illuminated the dark alley. A sharp golden long sword suddenly fell from the sky, accurately severing the **Corpse Taker’s** arm that was about to come down. Countless fragmented corpses twisted wildly, and a strange sound that resembled crying and laughing erupted from within the **Corpse Taker**.
“What? Who is it!?”
The **Black-robed Man** looked up in shock to see, right above everyone, standing on a dimly lit street lamp that was clearly in poor repair, a beautiful girl with white hair and golden eyes. The angelic wings on either side of her waist spread out freely, radiating unparalleled holy light.
Indeed, the newcomer was **Emilia**, who was supposed to be staying at school for evening study.
“This girl snuck out?”
Evelyn stared blankly at **Emilia**, who was bathed in holy light above. Although she didn’t want to admit it, she was indeed relieved by **Emilia’s** timely arrival, and the **Summoning Circle** she had been preparing also dissipated.
Since reinforcements had arrived, there was no need for her to summon “it.”
“An Angel? Just right, I was planning to deal with you later, but since you’ve delivered yourself, today—I will claim your soul along with your corpse!”
Facing **Emilia**, who had arrived just in time, the **Black-robed Man** did not show any signs of panic. The current Angels, like Elves, relied too much on magic. And magic would not work against the **Corpse Taker**, which had the Deity’s “blessing”!
“**Emilia**, be careful! That **Corpse Taker** has the **Magic Immunity** trait!”
Evelyn shouted to **Emilia** above. Her thoughts were actually quite similar to the **Black-robed Man’s**; the stereotype of the younger generation of Angels was indeed too heavy.
“**Magic Immunity**? That’s just perfect…”
**Emilia** displayed a strange smile. Instead of feeling alarmed by an enemy with **Magic Immunity**, she became abnormally excited.
“What I like most… is a big meaty punching bag like this!”
**Emilia** raised her hand high, and as the shining holy light gathered in her hand, a **Sword of Light** with **Holy** properties appeared in her grasp. **Emilia** licked the blade with her delicate little tongue, and the next moment, her figure suddenly vanished from the street lamp.
When she appeared again, she was already behind the **Corpse Taker**.
“Swish—”
With an astonishing sound of slicing through the air, **Emilia** swept her sword and severed the **Corpse Taker’s** small leg, which was pieced together from countless fragmented limbs. Dark, foul blood sprayed out but did not splatter on **Emilia** at all. Without the support of its thick legs, the heavy **Corpse Taker** instantly lost its balance, struggling as it slammed backward.
“Roar, roar, roar!”
However, the next moment, like a revived berserker, the **Corpse Taker’s** head threw back to the sky and roared. From the fracture of its broken shin, countless tiny arms suddenly sprouted, intertwining and connecting, reattaching its severed leg.
“This punching bag is pretty tough, not bad!”
**Emilia** did not stop there; her figure continually changed in the air, and each reappearance inflicted significant damage on the **Corpse Taker**. Angels were symbols of holiness, with holy and light attributes as their basics, while holiness was opposed to the death attribute. Naturally, they possessed immense lethality against the **Corpse Taker**, which was merely a ghostly creature borrowing a bit of **Death** characteristics. Since **Emilia** was using direct slashes rather than magic, the **Corpse Taker’s** proud **Magic Immunity** had no effect whatsoever.
Indeed, compared to other Angels who overly relied on magic, **Emilia** preferred not to use magic; what she liked more was engaging in close combat with various Angelic armaments!
“Swish—swish—swish—”
After several consecutive slashes, **Emilia** weaved like a dancing ballerina in the areas where the **Corpse Taker** couldn’t attack. The **Sword of Light** in her hand was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper, hitting the **Corpse Taker’s** most vulnerable and critical points every time. As the battle progressed, the **Corpse Taker** showed visible signs of fatigue, and its already slow attack speed could now be described as sluggish.
Meanwhile, the **Black-robed Man** stood not far away, nearly grinding his teeth; as the creator of the **Corpse Taker**, he could clearly sense that it was nearing its end.
This Angel is not following the usual pattern!
No, something must be done; otherwise, it’s only a matter of time before the **Corpse Taker** is defeated by this Angel.
The **Black-robed Man** suddenly stretched out his left hand and once again sliced it with a knife. The previously shown crimson blood bead slowly emerged. Under the illumination of the blood bead’s scarlet light, the **Corpse Taker** instantly became like it had been given a surge of energy, a glaring red light ignited in its eyes, and it roared angrily, forcefully raising its broken arm to swing toward **Emilia**, who had just appeared.
Theoretically, **Emilia** had just made a quick movement, making it impossible for her to dodge this strike.
That was exactly the effect the **Black-robed Man** wanted; Angels and Elves were notoriously thin-skinned, and his goal was to use this sudden boost to seriously injure **Emilia**!
But well… unfortunately, this played right into **Emilia’s** hands.
She was also waiting for this last explosive strike from the **Corpse Taker**.
