"Aserville! If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one!"
Mil looked up and roared…
Aserville, seeing Mil full of vigor, jerked his head back:
"You… how are you unharmed?"
The Black Magician's cloak, suspended in mid-air, trembled violently, and his silver mask reflected the eerie glow of the alchemy table.
After speaking, he waved his hand at White Magic Miss, who was looking at Iron Lily, and said:
"This person cannot be kept here… You handle him! I'll take the remaining people and put them into the alchemy chamber first."
"Understood, Aserville, my teacher."
After that White Magic said, she activated the magic seal in her palm, and the surrounding Goblins let out roars…
"Roar—!"
A crimson magic inscription appeared on the Troll's chest, his head twisted uncontrollably, and he swung his greatsword, charging towards Mil.
Mil couldn't bother with anything else and quickly activated the Tier 2 magic stone.
After strengthening his body, he also used Wind Magic, barely managing to widen the distance from the Troll.
"Bang—!"
The greatsword smashed into the ground, and a sword qi carved a long crack on the ground…
Mil dodged sideways, but his arm still sustained a cut.
Although his soul was separated from his body, a Tier 5 Holy Knight within a Tier 4 Troll's body was still no weaker than a Tier 4 Berserker in his prime…
The Troll crouched slightly, accumulating power in his legs, then hoisted the greatsword behind him and charged at Mil again.
This time, his speed was incredibly fast…
Mil hadn't even reacted when the creature had already rushed in front of him, its massive body occupying his entire vision.
And just as the greatsword was about to smash down on his face…
"Clang—!"
The clash of metal, accompanied by a heavy hum, echoed.
A green figure, holding a chain, forcefully deflected the greatsword back.
The Black Magician Aserville looked over at the sound, only to see a Goblin with fierce eyes:
"Machilo?! You damned fellow, it's you causing trouble again!"
"Gugu… ya—!"
Machilo's eyes burned with fury, but he could only emit incoherent sounds when he opened his mouth.
A hint of pity flashed in Aserville's eyes, and he sighed, saying:
"Machilo… You and I actually share the same belief, so I cannot let you stop me!"
As he spoke, he rotated the magic in his palm, activating the Nightmare Wheel in mid-air, further amplifying the magical influence.
This time, the remaining two members of the Iron Lily Squad also began to feel drowsy, and the surrounding Goblins likewise swayed unsteadily.
Although the Hero-level Goblin's eyes began to glaze over, he still stubbornly endured, propping himself up with one hand, and once again performed that familiar action…
He put his finger into his mouth, bit down hard with his jaw, "Crack!" Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
He shook his head violently and slowly straightened his body…
Then, he swiftly rushed towards the skeleton soldier next to him, who was holding a Holy Knight's longsword, and snatched the sword from his hand.
And with lightning speed…
He turned and climbed up the Troll's body to its shoulder, then leaped violently, soaring towards the Nightmare Wheel.
This leap was just like two years ago.
But seeing the longsword about to strike the Nightmare Wheel, Aserville's eyes widened in fury, and he roared:
"Don't even think about it!"
He swung his hand violently, and purple lightning burst from the obsidian tip of his magic staff, striking the Goblin and directly sending him flying…
When the arc hit his stomach, the smell of burning instantly overwhelmed the cave's stench.
Machilo's curled body slammed into the wall, and the clanging of chains startled a swarm of bloodthirsty bats, his stomach scorched black.
And at this moment, a silver line flashed across Aserville's vision—
"Whoosh—!"
"Crack…!"
A sharp arrow, perfectly aimed, pierced through the magic stone of the Nightmare Wheel.
Aserville turned his head sharply…
Following the arrow's trajectory, he saw Mil holding the Holy Knight's longbow, his eyes sharp:
"Wind Magic is still the most useful… You bastards who block my way, day after day, you're so annoying."
As he spoke, Mil twisted the magic circle in his palm again…
Diana suddenly awoke from her dream, and Fafner and Lilith also groggily came to.
"Don't let that guy escape!"
Mil shouted loudly, and Diana reacted promptly, drawing her sword sharply, leaping high like a spring onion pulled from dry ground, and swinging her sword towards Aserville…
In an instant, the golden light of the Holy Sword engulfed Aserville's body.
However, seeing the falling clothes and scattered sand, Mil's eyes showed disappointment:
"Damn it… another substitute?"
The surrounding Goblins, having lost control, rolled on the ground like walking corpses; their souls had already deteriorated and were beyond salvation.
Only the Hero Goblin Machilo, relying on his stubborn will, maintained his humanity; and now, after his soul's contract with the abyss, he no longer had to struggle.
Diana put away her longsword and walked up to Mil, lifting his recently cut arm; pure magical light bloomed in her palm:
"Are you alright?"
"Cough, cough, Princess Diana, I'm sorry… that… uh…"
Mil awkwardly cleared his throat, but Diana smiled faintly and said gently:
"It's alright, I understand… You made us drink the sleeping potion because you actually wanted to let these Goblins go, right?"
"Yes… Ah, yes, yes, yes!"
Mil nodded furiously…
Lilith, who had just woken up, hadn't yet understood what had happened, only seeing the mess and Diana holding Mil's hand with a beaming smile.
"Princess Diana, are you really that concerned about my fiancé?"
"Oh, right! Mr. Machilo, his injuries are more severe. I'm fine, really!"
Mil quickly pulled his hand back, pointing at the dying Goblin nearby.
Diana nodded awkwardly and then turned to walk towards the Goblin.
However, Fafner was the most confused about the current situation; although he had heard that this operation was in cooperation with the Church,
but looking at this alchemy workshop and the surrounding chaos, he only knew that something extraordinary had happened.
In fact, the moment the Holy Sword user, Diana, appeared, he knew that tonight's operation was unusual, but he didn't expect it to be so convoluted…
Afterward, Mil personally let the Hero-level Goblin go, planning to meet him again later and arrange a place for him to stay.
The objective was achieved, and it was not easy.
The remaining work was entirely left to the Church and the Holy Knights.
…
By the time the four returned to the Holy City in disarray, it was already four in the morning…
Everyone's clothes were not only dirty but also smelled foul; moreover, Fafner's outing could not be known by the mansion's maids.
Under the moonlight, Lilith dismounted, crossed her arms, and sighed:
"The clothes are easy enough; I can clean them quickly with magic, but as for our bodies… it's best to find a place to wash."
"But I can't just go home and wash, can I?"
Fafner's expression was a bit awkward, while Mil slung an arm around his shoulder, puffed out his chest, and said:
"It's alright, come wash at my place… I have to wash anyway, so let's go together!"
