been driven by the most primal malice of the Demon Race, and uttered the wrong answer."It was drawn by a student."Hawkeye's Devil did not accept Lance's answer, his voice unwavering, resonating in the...Chapter 139: Lance's Winning Spell

The air in the cathedral seemed to shudder, as if terrified by the aura of horror emanating from the fallen saint. [Write to here I hope readers remember our domain name]

"Die all of you!!"

The Annihilating Saintess wielded her sword with all her might, the blazing flames transforming into countless crimson pythons, sweeping across the executioners and paladins who stood in her way.

Even with weapons drawn, the executioner and paladin couldn't withstand the Destructive Saintess's burning fury. Her relentless assault shattered their armor piece by piece, leaving them with smoldering scars from fiery sparks that danced across their faces.

The cleric's most powerful healing magic was already unfolding behind the executioner and paladin, showering them with divine light and quickly mending their wounds.

Under the onslaught of searing pain and rage, the Destroyer Saintess Adelaide's attacks grew more frenzied and powerful, but her sanity had clearly deteriorated. No matter how she wielded her demon sword, it seemed as if she could be blocked or dodged by the executioner and the holy knights working together.

Her rhythm started to get a little off, but instead of that she found herself constantly being attacked by the male guard.

The male guard took advantage of the situation once again, slipping into the shadows and attempting to flank the Destroyer Saintess.

Under the ravages of pain, the Saint Adeline was like a wounded beast.

She understood that the only way to escape the pain was to first kill the white mage in the back row who kept sickening her.

"Ranch!!"

In the distance.

"!"

Seeing the destruction Saint Adeline's furious expression, Lanchi felt she was about to unleash a torrent of curses. Without hesitation, he slapped on [Friendly Communication] for her.

Suddenly, Adelaide's voice seemed to catch in her throat.

She stared at Lance in disbelief, her throat feeling like it was being scraped by a knife. Even anger couldn't find its way out through words.

Even if you're a cultist, you can't curse people. That's wrong.

Lance explained logically.

"...."

At this moment.

The air in the entire church seemed to grow unusually still.

Only the sound of people swallowing could be heard.

The Destruction Saint, Adelice, was the source of such silence, like a black hole that absorbed all sound.

The dangerous aura emanating from her caused both the executioner and the paladin to involuntarily shiver, their bodies tense with the highest level of alertness.

They all know.

Lan Qi upgraded her enraged state again!!

At the back, in front of the Ranger, a priest wielding a staff to maintain a barrier shield felt the terrifying pressure from the Destruction Saintess in the distance. Instinctively, his hand began to tremble.

"Brother, enough is enough, stop giving her status updates..."

The priest was already afraid.

He found that while Lynch's magic cards didn't have any with "Taunt," "Frenzy," or "Rage" effects, every card he played seemed to possess those effects in his hands!

Even though Ranch's actions could accelerate the pace of the fight, gradually giving them hope of deciding the outcome before sunset.

At this point, the most likely outcome is that the crazed wrathful paladin charges in and murders all of them in the back row!

At the moment when everyone was on high alert.

She, who had already seemed to be becoming something like a nameless harbinger of destruction, surged forward with a sound of tearing air, her body transforming into a black arrow and shooting straight toward Lance!

The male guard who saw this immediately reacted, he did his best to rip and destroy the saintess's neck.

However, what he didn't expect was that the Destroyer Saintess wouldn't dodge at all. She relied on the fact that other challengers killing traitors would attract the Blood Count, just like the male guards dared not kill her. Ignoring the existence of the male guard, she erupted with a circle of roaring flames around her body, flinging the male guard over and leaving only a deep wound on her back.

The executioner, clad in heavy armor and a tattered red cloak, charged forward like a frenzied bull, his axe crashing down upon the Destroyer Saint Adeline. A holy knight followed close behind, his holy light sword drawing an arc in the air, whipping up a gust of wind as it struck the Destroyer Saint, filling the air with a hushed electric crackle!

Now that the Saintess was defenseless, she was ravaged by this onslaught. She fought like a primal beast, hacking and slashing with bloodlust, severely wounding both the executioner and the knights. Then, without pause, she surged forward again.

"Is she crazy!"

The executioner panted wearily, his eyes flickering with fear and resentment. His body was seared by the intense flames, each breath bringing agonizing pain.

The paladin's shield was knocked away, and a long gash had been cut into his breastplate by the sword's energy, blood flowing out constantly.

Even though they desperately chased after the Destroyed Saintess immediately, it was too late to catch up to the Destroyed Saintess who had already escaped into the terror-stricken state!

Even the priests turned and urgently used their magic to attack, blocking her path. The orbs in their hands transformed into a blazing sun, shooting directly at the destructive Saint Adeline.

But the speed at which the Saintess, Adelaide, moved was too fast, like a black hawk diving in its death plunge. Her sword, resembling the scythe of Death itself, pointed directly at Lance, determined to kill him!

"Who can make her stop!! "

A male guard pursued her, whipping up a gale in his wake, but he couldn't keep pace with the shimmering figure of the Ruin Saint Adeline. He cried out anxiously.

This moment.

The entire sanctuary was shrouded in a tension that seemed poised to shatter.

Both sound and time seemed to slow down immeasurably.

Every challenger's face betrayed their panic, they could only watch helplessly as the out-of-control Destroyer Saintess Adelaide was almost at the back line.

The next instant might just decide the outcome.

The defenses have collapsed.

If no one can stop the destruction Saintess's sudden onslaught, the three melee fighters will have to catch up and intercept her, or the backline will be slaughtered. Without the crucial support of the backline, the Challenger side will be directly powerless to resist the Destruction Saintess!

If they can delay, they'll be able to fight for another round.

Even if a few Holy Maidens are killed, there is hope of winning!

The protective shield is only a few meters away from the distance.

The Destroyer Saintess, her body covered in grotesque scars, wore a look of frenzied rage on her face. It seemed as if she had poured every ounce of strength from her limbs into this attack, aiming to deliver death to Lance.

The priest still stood resolutely at the front of the rear ranks, gritting his teeth, staring directly at the approaching annihilation Saintess.

The shield he maintained could likely still withstand a blow from the Ruinous Saintess.

"Come on, you bastard cultist!"

Even if it means risking their lives, as long as they can delay for just one more second, their chances of winning will increase by a few points!

However.

No one noticed that someone's state was still calm.

From beginning to end, never changed.

Lan Qi walked past the priest's shoulder, his steps silent and steady, as if completely detached from this noisy battlefield.

He had not the slightest fear, lightly holding in his hand a purple magic card surrounded by a glimmering light.

The next instant.

With a heavy clang, metal scraped across the tiles, sparking.

The entire church fell silent as death.

Because everyone could see—

The Destroying Saintess was stunned and dumbfounded, she fell heavily to her knees before Ranchi!!

The sudden, swift blow to her knee as she dove forward sent a searing pain through it, leaving her unable to stand for a moment.

Under the stained glass window, casting colorful hues, Lanci stood bathed in a holy radiance. His majestic figure seemed like that of a deity overlooking the humble supplicants.

Lan Qi remained motionless, his eyes calmly fixed on the fallen Holy Maiden.

When you see the principal, why don't you bow

(The End)

[ ] the silver-armored cleric was preparing to leave as instructed."Wait a moment,"Lanchi's voice caused the silver-armored cleric to unconsciously straighten his spine, then turn and gaze at Lanchi.It's...