Eluka opened her eyes, devoid of whites or pupils, only deep blackness as profound as an abyss.
Her head gradually floated up, then she opened her mouth.
In an instant, the monster’s massive body crumbled, transforming into a river of blood mixed with bones and limbs.
The blood river flowed, and under some strange force, it gradually shrank down, eventually becoming a thin stream of water, which was drawn into that cherry-like mouth.
Glug, glug, as if swallowing a delicious drink.
As the blood river was absorbed, a terrifying aura began to brew above her head.
“Take this!”
Mu’en snapped back to reality, without any hesitation, grasping his short knife and slashing toward her.
No matter what you are, I’ll just slash first!
I won’t give you time to transform into a magical girl.
Clang.
Accompanied by a crisp metallic collision sound, Mu’en’s face suddenly stiffened.
Feathers.
A pure white feather blocked his path.
The light feather swayed in the breeze, seemingly weightless.
However, when Mu’en’s short knife struck it, it sparked violently.
What kind of feather is this hard!
If so…
“An!”
If I can’t cut it myself, I’ll call for help!
Steel whistled!
Metal spikes twisted around Mu’en and suddenly pierced toward Eluka’s head from another direction.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
Clang.
But the next moment, only more collision sounds were heard.
The steel couldn’t get close to Eluka.
Because a pair of pure white wings suddenly spread from behind Eluka’s head, deflecting all the metallic edges.
The wings were holy, untouched by dust.
Like angels descending to the mortal realm, the golden holy light shone so brightly it was nearly blinding.
But…
Having such impressive wings sprouting from the back of a head is just absurdly creepy!
Where’s the body? At least show me a body!
In this form, even if it looks powerful, it doesn’t inspire any respect!
Hurry and give me my little monster back; after looking for a while, it’s still cuter!
“What the hell is this…”
While mentally critiquing, Mu’en struggled to recall the description from the original book; he at least needed to know what kind of enemy this was, right?
An angel?
No, the angels from the Church of Life don’t look this bizarre.
A chosen one?
But due to the Evil God’s tendency to go berserk and harm its own, there are hardly any chosen ones who aren’t completely mad.
Moreover, needing to borrow Eluka’s head means the opponent doesn’t have a physical form.
Just as he was puzzled, the blood river ran dry, and Mu’en suddenly felt a gaze upon him.
From those pitch-black eyes.
In an instant, a chill crept in.
His body felt as if frozen by ice, making breathing difficult.
It felt as if a humble ant was being watched by a great being from the heavens.
He couldn’t help but tremble at his own insignificance.
“Could it be…”
A most terrifying thought gradually surfaced in Mu’en’s mind.
“Are you kidding me…”
“I just called you an asshole, is that really enough to make you this furious?”
“And you… come in person?”
Though it might only be a one-in-a-thousand, one-in-ten-thousand Will seeping through.
But that gaze undoubtedly came from a higher plane of existence—something he simply couldn’t deal with.
So Mu’en didn’t hesitate to reveal his long-hidden ultimate move.
—“Black Book, save me!”
Who knows if this will work; anyway, just shout it!
【￭￭】
At that moment, the blood river ran dry, and Eluka’s head… no, it should be said the Evil God slightly opened its mouth, emitting ancient syllables.
It was an incomprehensible language, yet when it fell upon the world, it felt like a command was issued to the entire universe!
In an instant, everything came to a standstill.
Not just Mu’en; even the metals that had charged in and even An from a distance froze in mid-air, unable to move.
Consciousness remained clear.
As if transformed into a puppet.
Mu’en could only reveal an expression of horror.
Then he saw the Evil God’s malevolent gaze, almost suffocating, sweep over him as if he were nothing but insignificant dust, shifting its focus to An.
Joy, then greed—such human emotions poured from those pitch-black eyes.
“Could it be…”
“The Evil God’s target…”
“Is An?”
In an instant, Mu’en realized why the Evil God would risk a great sacrifice to personally descend with a Will.
Divine Chosen.
Blessed by the gods.
And those blessings are, in some sense, parts of the divine’s authority manifesting.
For the Evil God, the authority of other gods is the most delicious feast in this world!
“How could I have forgotten?”
“In the original book, the protagonist attracted the Evil God’s attention daily because she had so many blessings from divine beings; she essentially drew the Evil God wherever she went.”
“Since that’s the case, then An, as another Divine Chosen…”
“Is why Eluka is so obsessed with her.”
“Damn it, I knew I shouldn’t have let An get involved in this!”
Mu’en stared wide-eyed, almost eyes popping out, watching as the Evil God gradually floated toward An.
An’s expression also showed a hint of horror, but she could do nothing.
Under the pressure of the Evil God’s Will, she appeared as though a small white rabbit awaiting slaughter, unable to use any of her abilities.
So powerless.
She would be devoured by the Evil God!
Damn it.
I need to think of a way.
I have to move quickly.
I must stop that damn Evil God.
How can I let him touch my maid!!
……
【Sigh】
……
As if a gentle breeze passed through.
A faint sigh echoed in Mu’en’s ears.
Mu’en’s vision went dark.
But he did not lose consciousness.
“Is this… the Black Book space?”
Mu’en looked around; this pure black environment was undoubtedly the familiar Black Book space.
But this time, he hadn’t entered it voluntarily.
“So you pulled me in?”
Mu’en looked at the Black Book floating before him, not having time to think about anything else, he directly asked:
“Do you have a way to save An?”
The Black Book shook slightly and then flipped its pages.
The pages turned, like fleeting lights.
Finally, it stopped on a blank page.
However, Mu’en hadn’t even asked when suddenly flames ignited on that blank page.
Crimson flames.
Somewhat familiar.
Before he could think of anything else, the crimson flames suddenly formed into a strange pattern.
A… burning, sinister pupil.
“What is this…”
Mu’en frowned slightly; clearly, the light of the flames wasn’t glaring, yet looking at that sinister pupil made his eyes sting.
It felt like it wasn’t something good.
But…
There was no other choice.
“This method can save An, right?”
Mu’en reached out, grasping at that strange pattern.
“Then there’s no more hesitation.”
