Chapter 212 - Saintess Angela (1/2)
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[True beastman leader, Dark Lion, Simba point of view]
”Ha...ha...” [Simba]
I can feel every breath that I take becoming heavier and heavier with each passing second. Such a tenacious foe, this serial killer dwarf. In terms of strength, skill and magic power, I am clearly the superior between the two of us, but, his stamina knows no bound and his tenacity know no limits. Such a foe should be defeated from the moment notice as prolonging the battle will only bring advantage to him. Even after few what should be fatal injuries that I inflicted on his head, neck, chest and spine, there he is, still trying to launch his attack
~Magic knives thrown~
Using my shield, I quickly block the incoming magic knives attack. Again, there's not so much power behind it, but the fact that he keeps on attracting those knives through magnet magic and keep on throwing it is indeed a problem. He will also occasionally launch a piercing attack with the knife attached to his hand, something that I can dodge and counteract
~Pierce attack~
As he launch the pierce attack, I jump behind him, quickly kicking his head before smashing his head with this shield of mine imbued with dark fire magic. It should have been fatal but
”Blood... Nice” [Serial killer dwarf]
All my instinct are telling me, that it's near impossible for me to win this battle, as his maniacal smile and red blood eyes are sending shiver down to my spine
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[Basement of the Holy Palace]
[Agnes point of view]
And to the holy palace we go.
Transporting ourselves with the portal stone, we safely arrive at the basement of the holy palace. It's a reliable method of transportation but the valuable resource of the portal stone are quickly diminishing because of it. Location, number of people involved, and of course, the interference of Ash as well as Seraph burn out the portal stone way more than what we initially calculated
”Motra. Alright?” [Zin]
”Yes, I'm fine. Thank you Zin” [Motra]
”Agnes. Fine?” [Zin]
”So do I” [Agnes]
”Angela. Ok?” [Zin]
”Yes, just strain myself a bit” [Mysterious witch, Angela]
”Take. Good. Care” [Zin]
”Yes, I will” [Angela]
This giant Zin. His conversation skill has significantly reduced. Must be the side effects of Angela modification to him. No sweat, once our god is resurrected, he could fix this problem in literal second
”We are safe!” [Old follower A]
”Thank you, Saintess Angela. Mrs Motra and Mrs Agnes as well” [Old follower C]
”Me?” [Zin]
”Shut up non human!” [Old follower E]
”I. Will” [Zin]
”You did realize I am a beastman” [Motra]
”But you're different! You have been converted!” [Old follower F]
(Fool) [Agnes]
Converted by Angela. How pitiful of them to quickly accept those lie when Angela told them so