Chapter 2501: The Final Boss
“Tsk! So that’s where the fatal flaw was, what a shame. I originally wanted to play a bit longer,” Lorna said with regret. Although she understood the opponent’s immunity to pain, she accidentally messed up.
“So, even if you let me out, you wouldn’t let me go in the end, right? What’s the final trap? By conjuring Arc, are you trying to backstab me and drive me completely insane?” the Half-blood Elf Girl asked.
She had faced reality. This ghost girl possessed one of them and had been tormenting them with illusions without them realizing what was happening. They had been wiped out by her alone without ever seeing through her act.
Furthermore, she couldn’t defeat her in a head-on confrontation before. Now, with only the Half-blood Elf Girl remaining, she had no confidence at all. It was certainly this rash infiltration that had led to a dire situation, and she was certain she couldn’t escape.
From the moment she surrendered and begged for mercy in the castle, the Half-blood Elf Girl’s morale had completely collapsed. She had given up all resistance, only hoping for a lenient sentence.
“Uh, you misunderstood. I conjured him not to backstab you, but to help you…” Lorna began explaining, but a voice suddenly came from behind her. “Why are you taking so long? I told you your gaudy illusions are useless.”
The Half-blood Elf Girl was startled and turned to look in the direction of the main gate. Under the bright moonlight, a very cute and petite silver-haired girl stood on the main path of the courtyard. She was wearing a common dress and apron combination that ordinary girls wore, looking like a normal young girl.
But she knew this girl was absolutely not ordinary. She hadn’t noticed anyone behind her just now. And although this girl looked cute, she instinctively felt a sense of great danger, as if a terrifying monster stood before her.
“Ah, you’re here already, Giselle.” Lorna covered her head. She had promised to take the Half-blood Elf Girl to see Giselle because if their Church of Suffering was truly related to the Lord of Murder, they should be able to recognize her.
“I couldn’t wait any longer, so I just came over. What a pity, it seems there’s only one left? Let me test her mettle!” Giselle narrowed her eyes and stared at her.
The Half-blood Elf Girl shivered involuntarily. She felt an extreme cold killing intent, so palpable that it terrified her, making her feel as if she had fallen into a sea of corpses and blood.
For a moment, the Half-blood Elf Girl wondered if this was also an illusion, but her instincts quickly dismissed this possibility. This fear came from the depths of her heart and soul.
Clearly, the person opposite was just a cute little girl. Her appearance hadn’t changed, and she hadn’t drawn any weapons. These were all things she had seen with her own eyes. She had never imagined such terrifying killing intent before, so it couldn’t be an illusion.
Moreover, although the killing intent was terrifying, she felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had encountered it before. If she wasn’t mistaken, there could only be one possibility. The Half-blood Elf Girl hurriedly shouted, “Wait! Are you…”
Before she could finish, the girl in front of her suddenly disappeared. There was no afterimage of high-speed movement, no magical energy ripple of teleportation or blinking. She simply vanished from the Half-blood Elf Girl’s sight.
Immediately after, she felt a chill on her neck, as if something sharp had grazed her. Only then did the corner of her eye catch a glimpse of a cold blade of light, but it was just an afterimage.
Then she felt another chill on her back, as something else sliced past. The Half-blood Elf Girl was so terrified that her soul almost left her body. With no chance to cast a spell, she could only turn around and whip out her tendril.
She initially thought she hadn’t hit the enemy at all. This wild swing of the tendril was just an attempt to force the enemy back and prevent a surprise attack. However, a crisp sound came from behind her.
“Crack!” The tendril felt like it had hit its target. The Half-blood Elf Girl turned around in disbelief and saw the cute girl standing behind her, smiling and raising her hand to block the tendril. At the same time, she held a sharp blade between her fingers.
The tip of her tendril was equipped with a blade. In theory, even if it grazed rock, it would leave a deep gash and inflict intense pain on the opponent. Even those in their Church of Suffering, who were fearless of pain, would at least grimace in agony.
But on the girl’s arm that was struck, her skin was as fair as jade, without a single red mark left. Looking at her bloodthirsty and excited expression, she showed no signs of pain.
This wasn’t because the opponent had used some defensive spell to block the Half-blood Elf Girl’s attack. She could feel a special and familiar divine power emanating from the other party, which resonated with the divine power on her own tendril, preventing her from harming the opponent. Even divine spells designed to inflict pain couldn’t work.
“You! You really are a sister from the Murder Church! Wait! This is all a misunderstanding!” the Half-blood Elf Girl shouted. But the other party seemed to turn a deaf ear. With a casual sweep, countless blade lights enveloped her.
Instantly, the Half-blood Elf Girl felt cold metal scratching all over her body, as if countless blades were about to tear her to shreds. She was so terrified that her heart and soul were shattered.
The next moment, the tendril in the Half-blood Elf Girl’s hand broke into nine pieces, each piece of the same length, as if measured with a ruler.
Then, her restrictive clothing also completely broke apart and fell off her body. Since she was already wearing very little, the belt-like restraints could be easily cut at a few connection points, and they would fall off without needing to be removed.
This seemed very simple, but the Half-blood Elf Girl knew that her restrictive clothing was made from the hardest monster leather, processed and enchanted, making it an indestructible defensive magic apparatus. It was specially made by their Church for high-ranking personnel.
If it were used for actual restraint, even the Half-blood Elf Girl or someone stronger than her couldn’t break free. Yet, it was easily cut by this girl.
Not only that, but even her collar was severed. It was made of spiritual metal, a collar that even the strongest person in their branch church couldn’t destroy. Yet, it was easily split in two, with the cut as smooth as if it had been sawn.
After Giselle’s sweep, she pointed the blade at the Half-blood Elf Girl’s throat. Her beautiful face contorted in fear, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the ground, tears streaming from her eyes and between her legs.
“No, please, don’t kill me. I don’t want to die yet! Aren’t we… aren’t we family?” the Half-blood Elf Girl asked with a crying voice. She kept touching her body with her hands, as if trying to stop the bleeding from her wounds.
“What are you doing? I didn’t hurt you. I just cut your clothes,” Giselle said speechlessly.
