Chapter 81: The Fall of Black Whip (2/2)

He was right on top of her now. He only had to fend off another volley from the Mage-and-Hunter duo, and then nothing could stop him from ending the girl’s life!

Black Whip stared as the girl hefted her iron-bound grimoire, and shoved it in his face.

“Phoenix Impact!”

What the hell kind of impact involved a phoenix?

As the hardcover tome knocked him into the air, Black Whip thought he saw the words ‘Holy Bible’ emblazoned across the front. Probably a sacred text from the girl’s religion.

‘Does your god know about how you’ve been throwing around his divine words!’ he roared inwardly.

In his divine kingdom high above, Xi Wei saw what had been wrought, and he saw that it was good.

Black Whip fell hard to the ground, spewing blood, and decided that he’d taken more damage in that one hit than he’d suffered throughout the whole campaign.

“I see… I thought she looked frail and helpless, but it turns out she’s your real trump card!”

No wonder the Mage and the Hunter had seemed faintly amused by his charge towards her, and had only made a half-hearted attempt to intercept him.

Black Whip felt he’d seen through the enemy’s tactics, now.

The way things were going, it’d be best to retreat.

He brought his whip around to swat aside the foes who stood in his way, and then make good his escape.

This time, however, a bladed whip shot in from the opposite direction, tangling up his whip and preventing any further attacks with it!

Black Whip turned and saw an imperious figure, a young lady with golden hair, who regarded him with a wicked leer.

“It’s all over! Your Society of the Secret Eye shows no concern for the lives of the common folk, pillaging and razing as you please, and trafficking in dangerous materials and creatures!” the young Mage declared grandiloquently. “Your defeat was pre-ordained! It will begin with the downfall of Valla!”

He raised his staff high into the air, and a blue radiance gathered at its tip. “Eat this! Frost—”

“Spear of Victory!” Eleena cried.

A ray of golden light lanced through the air. Distracted by the Mage and his extravagant flourishes, no one noticed that the girl had already impaled Black Whip to an enormous tree nearby.

“Blargh, I’m dead,” Black Whip announced.

Edward stared. The orb of blue light quivered atop his staff. He felt as though he’d sneezed, and then had to suck it all back in. It was not a great feeling.

At last, he shot the blue light up into the air, as a signal. It exploded in the gloom of night like a brilliant blue firework.

“Black Whip has been slain! Resistance is futile! Surrender while you can!” Edward continued with his pompous grandstanding, urging the remaining Secret Eye troops to lay down their arms.