Megose's sharp angry cry seemed to materialize, striking the heads of all nearby Nighthawks, making them dizzy and causing blood to flow from their noses and mouths.
Not only these Beyonders closing in, but the citizens who'd been injured in the explosion yet still clinging to life were even more affected by the furious roar—their eyeballs bulged, blood vessels burst, limbs convulsing as they collapsed and died.
This was similar to the roar Angel had faced from the mutated Riel Biber, but the intensity was on an entirely different level.
Angel felt her spirituality surging within her body, her vision tinted red, warm liquid flowing from her ears and nose.
Fortunately, having experienced near loss of control during her advancement, she immediately collected herself, entered meditation, and quickly adjusted her condition.
Only then did she reopen her eyes and look at her other teammates.
Dunn Smith's eyes and ears also bled profusely, his face turning pale, but he clenched his jaw, right hand pressing the silver-white Saint Selena ash box, then yanked open the lid.
Inside the ash box was darkness that absorbed all light, containing glittering grains like stars in the night sky, dreamlike and fantastical.
With him at the center, the surrounding sunlight suddenly dimmed, as if clouds had covered the sky. The entire park plaza entered a half-bright, half-dark twilight. Countless threads extended from the ash box—cold and slippery like spider silk—moving on their own toward Megose, instantly weaving into a translucent cocoon that wrapped around her.
These don't look like spider silk, more like the tentacles of some high-level creature.
Megose, covered in black threads, tried tearing at the restraints with her blood-soaked hands, but this only made the self-aware threads bind tighter.
This outwardly frail woman seemed about to surrender, but the next second, her bloodshot, bulging eyes locked onto Dunn holding the ash box, her mouth opening to reveal sharp teeth.
"Die!"
The word emerging from her throat carried invisible force, slamming into Dunn and sending him flying, landing on the dark red blood-stained earth meters away, sliding some distance before stopping.
Dunn coughed up blood, eyes tightly closed, both hands trembling.
But he still gripped the ash box tightly, pressing the lid shut without letting it fall or spilling a single grain of the star-like saint's ashes inside.
Taking advantage of the threads ceasing movement as the lid closed, Megose broke free from her restraints, stepped forward, mouth wide open, about to utter more "Blasphemous Words" to curse this human who dared harm her unborn child.
"Pfft—"
An ice spear tip emerged from Megose's chest, carrying a trace of black blood, interrupting her unspoken blasphemy.
Behind her, Angel still felt the cold from the ice spear on her hand. She concentrated her spirituality, preparing to summon a second ice spear to continue attacking Megose, whose back was exposed to her.
Before the ice spear could fully form, Megose twisted her neck 180 degrees despite the spear in her back, her gaping maw once again uttering Blasphemous Words:
"You die too!"
With a thud, Angel's head felt like it had been struck by a heavy punch. Her vision went black, her limbs went limp, and she felt her heartbeat beginning to slow.
The Blasphemous Words spoken by Megose, carrying a trace of divinity from the child in her womb—her commands would become reality!
Just as Angel was about to die from the curse, the magic mirror at her chest shattered with a "crack," turning to fine powder. Her body also shattered piece by piece, quickly disappearing in the air.
Watching her enemy vanish before her eyes, Megose's bloodshot eyes showed a trace of confusion.
Then, as if sensing something, she twisted her neck back to its original position, looking toward Dunn, who had stood up and steadily held the Saint Selena ash box, toward the other Nighthawks standing beside him.
Angel's figure materialized not far from Klein. Though she'd dodged the attack using "Mirror Substitute," the Blasphemous Words had still significantly affected her—her hands and feet were numb, her mind still echoing with that immensely powerful curse.
Then Megose's eyes locked onto her again.
"Go die..."
She began to emit another shrill cry.
Just then, Leonard's left hand clenched into a fist, grasping at Megose from afar.
His pale face turned purple-red, veins bulging like tiny crawling insects. The "Blood Vessel Thief" on his left wrist also turned crimson.
Megose's about-to-be-spoken Blasphemous Words stopped abruptly.
Her ability to curse all things had been stolen by the sealed artifact.
Seizing the moment of Megose's helplessness, Dunn reopened the ash box lid, exposing the internal starry sky to the air. His face grew even paler, but his resolute eyes shot toward the target like arrows.
As the lid opened, the surroundings darkened again. Cold threads reappeared, surging toward Megose from all directions.
Klein, who'd been waiting for an opportunity, gripped the "Sun Flare Charm" in his left hand, body slightly angled, mouth opening to recite the ancient Hermes activation words.
Suddenly, his expression changed, his body twisting at an odd angle to the right.
The next second, at his original position, a sharp dagger materialized in the air, slashing downward.
"Pfft—"
The dagger cut through windbreaker, shirt, flesh and joints, cleanly severing his left arm at the elbow before he could fully dodge. The golden charm, stained with blood, fell to the ground.
The air rippled like water. The gray-white-haired, elegantly poised "Pleasure Witch" emerged, dagger in hand, blood dripping from the blade.
Mitsy observed her handiwork with satisfaction. The Nighthawk whose left hand she'd severed let out a muffled groan from his throat, clutching the still-spurting stump at his elbow, rolling away at superhuman speed, leaving a trail of blood.
Her spirituality stirred. Instead of pursuing the "Clown" who'd dodged her hidden strike, she turned and raised her dagger to parry the "Witch's" rapidly thrusting blade.
Sharp metallic scraping sounds rang out as daggers clashed and sparks flew. Mitsy admired the face distorted by rage before her.
Yes, just like that!
First her little boyfriend, then those Nighthawk teammates, her captain, and finally—after enjoying the despair on this bitch's face who killed Landy—she'd personally slaughter her!
The blood in her body seemed to ignite, boiling. Mitsy's face showed a crazed expression. Her arms moved continuously, parrying the opponent's successive attacks. Just as she was about to switch to offense, her peripheral vision caught several cold, slippery threads extending toward her—the other end held by Dunn with his ash box.
His calm gray eyes were fixed in this direction.
Mitsy's heart pounded. Having learned about this saint's relic from her "partner," she didn't dare continue attacking. Mobilizing her spirituality, countless transparent, invisible threads appeared around her, reaching toward the encroaching black threads.
The transparent spider silk touched the threads created by Saint Selena's ashes and instantly disintegrated, but using that moment's obstruction, Mitsy nimbly maneuvered around them, leaving her original position and distancing herself from that heart-palpitating Nighthawk.
She looked toward the battlefield at the park's center. The young Nighthawk with his severed left hand endured the pain and dizziness from blood loss, pulling another charm from his pocket. After reciting the activation words, he threw it toward Megose.
The handsome poet with the thick blood vessel wrapped around his wrist uttered Blasphemous Words, trying to make the already inhuman pregnant woman kneel.
The Nighthawk captain holding Saint Selena's ash box commanded the regathering black threads to layer upon layer wrap around the kneeling Megose.
What a group of overconfident people...
Mitsy inwardly mocked these Nighthawks trying to resist an evil god's offspring.
She withdrew her gaze, looking toward the "Witch" Angel charging at her. One hand condensing an ice frost spear, the other sweeping before her to summon several invisible spider threads toward her opponent.
One more minute until the next chapter.