Millie stood frozen.
She never imagined her full-powered strike could be blocked so easily.
Pink mist billowed from the center of the magic circle; perhaps this was the so-called aura. These wisps of aura gradually converged, forming a phantom of the demon. It looked like a giant woman, her head alone measuring over 1 meter in height.
She turned her hideous face toward Millie.
The phantom opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but no sound emerged. Even so, Millie could feel her rage.
It seemed the Demon God, Sitia, had not yet fully manifested. Millie had to grind her to dust while there was still time.
Millie held her breath and concentrated as her mana surged forth. In an instant, dark clouds gathered overhead, turning the already dim night even pitch-black. Immediately after, golden lightning crashed down from the dark clouds. Every strike carried a force that could shake the very foundations of the earth.
Since the Demon God had no physical form yet, the golden lightning could not shake her in the slightest. However, Millie’s target was not the Demon God herself, but the magic circle summoning her. As long as she destroyed the magic circle, the Demon God would never be able to emerge.
“Protect Lord Sitia!”
“Give your lives for Lord Sitia!”
The witches showed no fear. With fanatical looks in their eyes, they rushed forward one after another, using their own bodies as human shields to resist the golden lightning.
The lightning exploded, charring their bodies. They slowly collapsed to the ground, never to rise again. Yet they felt no fear, continuing to throw themselves forward in waves.
“Hey, you all! Is it really worth it!?”
Millie shouted, but her voice didn’t reach their ears. She didn’t hold back; after all, these people’s hands were already stained with blood.
After the lightning subsided, the scent of charred flesh permeated the forest. Countless witches lay dead on the ground, yet the summoning circle remained intact.
“Tsk, a waste of time!”
The remaining people weren’t enough to block her magic. It was time to go all out. Millie gathered her mana once more, preparing a massive attack for these witches.
Suddenly, a surge of killing intent struck.
Millie’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly used her mana to form a shield in front of her. Immediately after, fireballs came whistling toward her.
*Boom!*
The fireballs exploded against the shield. A heatwave surged forward, the shock forcing Millie back several steps.
“Who’s there!?”
Just as she spoke, a black-robed witch leaped down from a tree branch.
“You have the nerve to ask who I am? I wanted to ask you the same thing!”
Millie looked closely and realized this person was the host of the party. Elena had mentioned that she was the leader of the Crimson Phantom.
‘Wait, where did Elena go?’
Millie scanned her surroundings but could find no trace of Elena. Had she been frightened away by the Demon God’s resurrection, or did she have another motive? Whatever, it didn’t matter. The key was the person in front of her, who looked difficult to deal with. After all, she was someone even Elena was cautious of; she might have some trump cards.
On the other side, Dora saw that Millie hadn’t answered and didn’t bother asking further. She had known all along that Elena had another motive and wouldn’t participate in the party for no reason. She hadn’t expected a random female companion to possess such strength. Their alliance truly was a den of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.
“Since you’re unwilling to speak, I’ll just interrogate you properly after I lock you in the dungeon!”
At the mention of the word ‘dungeon,’ painful memories surfaced in Millie’s mind. She clenched her fists, her anger boiling over.
“In your dreams! You damn witches deserve to be executed by everyone. I’ll wipe out you and your schemes together!”
Millie waved her hands, releasing countless Light Arrows. Dora dodged left and right while simultaneously firing several fireballs. Light Arrows and fireballs collided, one explosion following another. The aftershocks of the battle scorched the trees in the forest.
Dora gradually began to guess Millie’s identity. Such powerful light-attribute magic was not something a witch could master. Could she be someone from the Goddess Cult? She remembered a Saintess named Millie who was particularly skilled in offensive magic.
That Saintess had long silver hair. Despite being a ‘little sister’ type girl, she possessed a remarkably impressive bust. Dora couldn’t help but steal two more glances.
They were big—far too big. That was definitely not the capacity a girl of that type should have. There was no mistake; she was Saintess Millie!
“I didn’t expect us to be discovered by the Goddess Cult!”
‘Wait… no, that’s not right.’
Why was the Saintess of the Goddess Cult involved with Elena? Dora had seen it clearly from the stage; Elena had taken many liberties with Millie. Whether it was a place that should be touched or shouldn’t, she had been touched all over. Even if the touching could be faked, the kissing certainly couldn’t be, right?
At that time, Millie’s expression was just like a young girl in love. Even Dora had felt a bit of excitement. One must know that Dora often hosted these kinds of parties and was used to all sorts of scenes. Now, she was being made restless by a young girl.
So she didn’t doubt it; she trusted her judgment. Millie and Elena were definitely together. But they shouldn’t be together!
“Since you’ve found out, don’t think you’re leaving here alive!”
Millie took one step forward, a golden halo wrapping around her clenched fist. Taking advantage of Dora’s distraction, she struck Dora squarely in the face.
Dora let out a scream, clutching her face as she stumbled back. Millie’s physical fitness wasn’t high, but her magical aptitude was overwhelming. Even if her body was weaker than an average person’s, she could cover herself in magic, making her punches even more powerful than those of a first-rate martial artist.
“Flying into a rage because your secret was exposed?”
Dora was stunned for a moment, but a smile soon spread across her face. “I see. You don’t want anyone to find out, do you?”
If word got out that the prestigious Saintess was involved with a witch, she would definitely be executed by the Goddess Cult. This might be leverage, but Dora felt that Millie wouldn’t let her live. After a brief exchange, Dora realized she was no match for Millie at all. She truly lived up to being the Saintess known for slaughter. No one knew how many witches had already died by her hand.
“In that case, let Lord Sitia seek justice for us!”
Dora seized the opportunity and retreated to the side of the magic circle summoning the demon. The remaining witches quickly gathered around her. Dora held her dagger high, looking as if she were prepared for death.
“For Lord Sitia, let us offer our lives!”
As soon as she finished speaking, she plunged the dagger into her own heart. Blood gushed out, yet a sinister grin remained on her face. The surrounding witches looked hesitant, but then, as if driven to madness, they swung their blades and stabbed their own hearts.
In an instant, a pool of blood gathered. Guided by the blood, the Demon God’s aura gradually enveloped the corpses. The bodies began to squirm, slowly merging together. It resembled a massive heart, even slowly pulsating.
Millie instinctively moved further away. Although she appeared strong on the surface, she was actually quite timid—especially when faced with something that looked so disgusting and terrifying.
“Gaaaaah!—”
The flesh and blood formed a human shape, crawling continuously on the ground. It let out a heart-wrenching roar, causing the small birds in the forest to fly off into the night sky.