"Silvisin?"

There was a hint of confusion in Coco's eyes, as if she still couldn't confirm what had happened in that split second and tried to reach out and touch him.

It happened too fast, too fast to react.

But Vixen didn't respond to her anymore, his strength finally depleted, and his arms hung weakly, realizing that his surefire move had failed. Agatha, losing her patience, waved her hand, and with a flick, Vixen's body was thrown away by the black thorns.

For a moment, Coco's world seemed to empty.

...

"Hello, Princess Coco! Nice to meet you! My name is Vixen, a ranger. The...Elf King said that I might be your fiancé..."

When Vixen, despite his reputation outside, arrived with the Elf King to meet Coco, who was still studying at the academy, he bowed ninety degrees with a tense body and extended his hand.

Then, he received a kick to the face from the Elf girl.

"Who are you? Am I familiar with you? Talking about a fiancé, you bastard! Also, who allowed you to call me Coco! Understand, your Highness Irizer?"

The Elf girl, surrounded mercilessly by classmates and teachers in the classroom, shouted with indignation, hands on her hips.

And this guy never called her by her name again, truly dense. The first time she kicked you was because you couldn't even read the situation, but later when everyone became familiar, didn't I just go along with it when you brought it up?

Now, finally, that guy who was always honest finally called her name once, but it would also be the last time.

With a loud thud, Vixen fell heavily to the ground.

"Idiot... idiot..." Water droplets seemed to slide down his cheek. Was it raining?

"Now that the nuisance is gone, it's your turn, Princess Coco." Agatha gracefully took a step forward, her solidified black magic slowly pressing forward, surrounding Coco from all sides.

"Who allowed you to call me by my name..."

Coco's hands gradually clenched, muttering to herself with her head lowered.

"What?"

"I said! Who allowed you to call me by my name! Filthy monster!"

The Elf princess raised her head abruptly, defiantly questioning, and almost at the same time, a swift thunderbolt struck down, piercing through layers of dark magic defenses, hitting Agatha who was nearing her.

In the Eastern Continent, there was a saying, "Punishing evil, not sparing demons, thundering through, annihilating calamity." Thunder seemed to have a similar effect on various dark and evil things as the holy light of the Church. Although the Western Continent had been skeptical of this, the effect now seemed truly exceptional.

Agatha, with parts of her body already completely replaced by dark magic, let out a scream in the baptism of thunder, her entire body beginning to dissipate in the form of black smoke. When she tried to absorb the magic from the thunder to repair her body, she only received even stronger lightning strikes, causing her to be blasted with smoke coming out of her seven orifices.

While ordinary Elves could practice both magic and martial arts, the application of magic mostly revolved around natural magic that was most compatible with Elf magic itself. The biggest feature was healing and protection, with very few spells that had strong offensive power, and their activation conditions were very strict. Ordinary Elves couldn't learn them at all.

But Coco's exceptional talent and excellent lineage gave her the opportunity to come into contact with the most top-tier natural magic. Natural magic was not just about utilizing plants, but also calling upon more phenomena from the natural world. If she really reached the top level, the so-called natural magic practitioners would not be inferior to races like Aya who used multiple element magic at the same time.

These phenomena that were called upon naturally included lightning.

Seeing the effect of Lightning Magic also surprised Coco slightly, but the surprise was quickly replaced by hatred. Yes, whatever it was, as long as it could eliminate this guy right now.

For a moment, dark clouds gathered in the sky and a purple lightning storm descended.

...

"Oh my god, what's happening over there? Who magnified it?"

Aya noticed the gathering thundercloud on one side of the battlefield and looked at it with some surprise, while also waving the golden dragon fist to block the demon warrior's sword blade.

The demon's sword blade only splattered a few sparks when it hit the scales, and then it was repelled by Aya with her other hand.

"Why do I feel that something is off... I have a bad feeling." Tiran shook off the sword blade, regained his focus, and faced the next opponent, only to find that the surrounding demon warriors were making space for himself and Aya.

"What's going on?"

Even Aya realized the abnormal situation. These demon warriors weren't intentionally surrounding herself and Tiran; they were purely making space. Did they think that this bone was too difficult to chew and decided to give up on besieging other watchers?

But if they were avoiding a fight, wouldn't they cause trouble for themselves? These demons couldn't be that unintelligent, right? Or...

Aya and Tiran almost simultaneously turned around and saw a person floating about fifty meters behind them. Wearing the attire of a Judicator and a flying cloak on top, they held an old book with a worn cover and stared at them silently.

"That Judicator?"

They had just had a brief encounter not long ago, and Aya and Tiran both remembered this girl. She should be the sister of Angelica, whom they met in the Dark Swamp.

According to Lucas, this person was responsible for a large part of the thousands of innocents who perished in Milt City.

Her sudden appearance in front of them couldn't be a good sign!

Without even the need to communicate through their contracts, Aya and Tiran immediately reached a consensus to attack. Tiran's ice crystal wings trembled, and the sword's edge slashed at Vela's neck, while Aya used Dragon Language Magic to forcefully immobilize her.

Tiran's swift and precise sword strike had no frills. If it hit Vela, a great knight's strength combined with the enhanced sword edge of Frost Chi would result in the separation of her head from her body. However, her pair of silver daggers halted Tiran's sword.

After taking this strike, Angelica's entire body was thrown several meters away under the impact. Although he could fight in the air with the flying cloak, it was difficult for him to control his body.

"Thanks, little brother Angel, teleporting here together was indeed the right decision." The black leather book in Vela's hand floated in the air, and the pages flipped rapidly on their own, with the brilliance on the pages becoming increasingly bright.

"Hurry up, she's stronger than me, and I'm not used to this kind of battle. I can't withstand more than five sword strikes." Angelica completely ignored her and, after being thrown away, turned back to fiercely engage Tiran in order to defeat Vela.

"You're overthinking it. You can't even endure the second strike. By the way, have you forgotten about the head dragon, little brother!"

An astonishing heat suddenly came from above. Angelica looked up in horror as the blazing Branch of Calamity descended, bringing back the feeling of "death" he had experienced countless times when struggling on the brink of life and death.

To be honest, Angelica wasn't really afraid of death. Seeing the gates of hell open and witnessing the destruction of Milt City by the demons, he already felt that his life was sufficient.

The only regret is that we can't see what surprising and interesting moves Vira and her "brother" have next.

"Don't worry, I am fully prepared. Reliable underage girl, that's me!" Vira seemed to answer Angelo's thoughts and winked at him.

The Sword of Death, which had been hanging overhead, suddenly disappeared.

"Hey! What are you doing, Aya? Aya?!" Tiran swung his sword and shook Angelo, turning his head to look at Aya, only to find her suspended in place, her wine-red pupils losing their focus.

...

"Aya! Aya! Aya..."

Tiran's shouts faded away, while her own heartbeat became clear, like the beating of a drum.

Thump, thump.

Where is this... Aya looked around but could only see pitch blackness, not an inch in front of her.

No, she has to go back. Miss Tiran is still fighting, and if something were to happen...

Aya waved her arms and legs, trying to move or do something, and suddenly something appeared in her field of vision.

It was a peculiar symbol, with three golden rings forming a triangle around a slightly larger dark red ball of light, which struggled and trembled restlessly but couldn't break through the triangular formation.

And in her ears, she seemed to hear something other than her heartbeat.

"Slaughter... destruction... Angel shall... end... obliterate everything..."

"Suppress... life... soul... at all costs!"

"Sever... avo… the Book of Original Sin..."

Ah... considering the situation, Aya seemed to understand her predicament. She's going to die. It seems that eating random things always leads to trouble. Isn't it said that retribution comes at its own time?!

...

Meanwhile, in the Cloud Palace above the clouds.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! Where did that little pool get the Book of Original Sin?! I'm going to summon heavenly thunder! I'm going to kill that book thief!" Artemis sat cross-legged on the cloud sofa, confused as she watched the usually dignified and composed Goddess suddenly curse loudly at the screen, looking like a cursing shrew with her sleeves rolled up, ready to fight like a rough-and-tumble rascal.

"What's going on? Have a cup of tea to calm down." Artemis drank a cup of tea, but her anger didn't subside. She sat back down, still anxiously staring at the screen, preparing to issue a divine decree to the fully prepared Angel clan.

Attack en masse and retrieve the Book of Original Sin.

But after hesitating for a moment, she didn't issue the command.

"So, in the end, what is this Book of Original Sin? Why do you value it so much... Is it some kind of extraordinary artifact?" Artemis asked curiously. The only things she knew that could excite Lux were the original few artifacts, but it was almost impossible for another item of the same level to appear in the world. It was really strange that a mere book could make the Goddess so excited.

"You're thinking too much. That thing doesn't have any practical combat effects. It's just that..." The Goddess looked somewhat frustrated, and memories of unpleasant past events came flooding back.