Sovinia launched Double Strike and Swift Strike+ almost instantly.
It was an instinctive reaction of a seasoned veteran.
The Moonlight Blade, originally aimed straight for the Succubus Heavenly King’s heart, was immediately coated with a faint layer of cyan airflow.
The thrust abruptly accelerated, like a chameleon’s tongue striking, stabbing into the Succubus Heavenly King’s chest.
With that thrust, Sovinia’s entire upper body leaned forward.
Her footwork couldn’t fully keep up, and she pressed all the weight of her upper body onto the Moonlight Blade.
Her rear hand’s web of flesh pressed firmly against the pommel’s counterweight ball.
Both arms straightened, trying to pour all the momentum and kinetic energy of her body through the blade’s tip, hoping to pierce through the opponent’s heart in one go.
In short, it was a perfect thrust—swift and sudden.
The blade of the Moonlight Blade even arched slightly from the immense force, like a small silver bridge connecting her to the Succubus Heavenly King’s heart.
Judging by the sensation from her hands, the tip had indeed entered the other’s warm chest.
At that moment, Sovinia even had an illusion—that she could kill her old colleague using this weak elven female body.
Even if that strike didn’t kill, there was still the second strike from Double Strike.
But the feel clearly told Sovinia that the sword had stopped.
It was as if the blade had been wrapped in some sticky, tough substance, clamped tightly, preventing it from advancing a fraction.
Linalia, or rather the Succubus Heavenly King, suddenly burst with an eerie pink light from her golden eyes.
She reprimanded harshly: “Weakness Disperse!”
A massive force hit Sovinia, and she flew backward like a kite with a broken string, instantly gaining distance.
But her eyes remained fixed on the other’s chest.
The effect of Double Strike activated at that moment, perfectly replicating the thrust just made.
A transparent sword shadow, identical in form to the first strike, stabbed the Succubus Heavenly King’s heart once more.
This time, the Succubus Heavenly King covered her heart, her face showing a heartbreaking grief.
Not dead.
She wasn’t dead.
She still had the energy to put on an act.
The ground came rushing toward Sovinia’s back.
She rolled on the spot, tumbling awkwardly several times before her back slammed heavily against the cold wall and stopped.
The ill-fitting helmet also flew off her head, clattering to the ground, rolling several times with a clatter before coming to rest.
Wohard stood up.
“What’s wrong?”
The Succubus Heavenly King trembled as she held her chest, crimson blood dripping through the gaps of her pale fingers.
Her long lashes quivered, tears sparkling, and her voice was full of sobs:
“She… she wants to kill me. My… my own kind wants to kill me…”
As she spoke, pearly teardrops slid from the corners of her eyes, shattering on the dusty floor, kicking up tiny rings of dust.
Sovinia realized she had made a mistake.
Of course, the mistake wasn’t failing to communicate with that Vicious Dog beforehand—what if the plan leaked?
The real mistake was that her nearly perfect ambush had failed to shatter the Succubus Heavenly King’s disguise in one strike.
She immediately scrambled up from the ground, pointed at the “pitiful” Elf Princess, and shouted at Wohard: “She’s the Succubus Heavenly King! Use Holy Slash now!”
As she spoke, Sovinia took a leap to the door, her body tense, ready to flee at any moment.
She didn’t believe that Vicious Dog would trust her words at all.
Wohard looked utterly bewildered.
Sovinia could understand, of course.
Just moments ago, the two Elf Princesses were all lovey-dovey and getting along, and now it was a life-or-death struggle.
That virgin dog was probably still dreaming of marrying two wives in his head.
What mattered now?
Of course, it was about who could stir up more desire in the virgin dog’s heart and evoke his pity.
Sovinia had to admit that the Succubus Heavenly King completely outclassed her in that regard.
This elven female body only had longer legs—how could it compare to that voluptuous, hole-ridden black stocking body of a succubus?
So she took the chance, dashed forward in one stride, grabbed her black leather backpack, and prepared to bolt.
“Holy Water!”
Wohard shouted.
“Use Holy Water to check, and we’ll know.”
Sovinia paused.
Though her ambush hadn’t broken the Succubus Heavenly King’s disguise, could the enhanced Holy Water demon detection do the job?
The Succubus Heavenly King also heard Wohard’s words, and her grief deepened.
She didn’t refute or argue.
She just looked at Wohard with eyes that seemed betrayed by the whole world.
Her golden eyes brimmed with tears, as if ready to burst at any moment.
She covered her bleeding heart.
“My own kind… why does she want to kill me… Why do you doubt me?”
She choked, her body trembling slightly with sobs.
With that tremble, the torn skirt on her thigh slipped down, revealing more of her black-stockinged thighs.
The stockings were full of holes, showing pale skin.
The small, delicate crown on her head sat perfectly steady.
The gems emitted a faint glow, illuminating her cheeks.
Tears kept falling, perfectly portraying the image of a noble princess fallen into hardship and sullied.
This appearance was enough to make any weak-willed man drop his weapons and bow at her feet.
Sovinia had seen too many such scenes.
At the Demon Castle’s banquets, the Succubus Heavenly King could effortlessly make those arrogant demons fight over her, bickering and coming to blows.
She understood men too well.
She knew how to use just the right amount of exposure to pluck the strings of protectiveness and possessiveness in their hearts.
That Vicious Dog was probably about to kneel and apologize in the next second, right?
Then he’d turn into the Succubus Heavenly King’s dog and come biting at her.
Damn it!
She had been so lucky to get that Vicious Dog, and now he was about to be snatched away in an instant.
However, something unexpected happened.
Wohard didn’t hesitate.
He quickly pulled out the Holy Water Flask, unscrewed the lid, and poured it directly onto the “Elf Princess’s” head.
He even said, “Excuse me, Princess Highness.”
At the same time, he began chanting the Four Gods Prayer, without any delay: “Praise the brave Blood God, praise the joyful…”
Sovinia put down her black leather backpack.
She hadn’t expected that Vicious Dog to be so decisive.
Could it be… he preferred long legs?
The expression on the Succubus Heavenly King’s face instantly froze.
That pitiful disguise, like a wet mask, began to peel and melt:
Her moving sobs turned sharp, full of venom and pain.
Her waterfall-like silver hair visibly faded, turning into eerie jet black.
Her snow-white skin quickly darkened, becoming healthy, wild wheat color.
Her golden eyes burst with pink light.
Horns broke through her flesh on her head, and large patches of hideous, twisted burn scars appeared on her neck.
In the blink of an eye, the holy, noble Elf Princess vanished, replaced by a voluptuous black-haired succubus.
Wohard was startled.
The Holy Water Flask in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.
He grabbed the hilt of the great sword on his shoulder, ready to swing.
But the Succubus Heavenly King gave him no chance.
Her body turned into an afterimage, shooting toward the door.
She was so fast that Wohard’s slash was about to miss.