paranoianovel Chapter 506 Winner and Loser - III
Chapter 506 Winner and Loser - III
Under the divine blade, visible from thousands of miles away and capable of obliterating the entire capital upon descent, even the iron colossus seemed insignificant, let alone a mere human.
Seraphina leaped into the sky without hesitation, appearing a thousand times more foolish than a moth to a flame.
Yet, she did not consider herself foolish; she believed she was doing the right thing.
Ansel would not watch me die; he would give me the chance to defeat this old wretch.
If... not, it didn't matter.
It would mean that my death could help Ansel.
No matter what—
A wild and fierce smile spread across the wolf's face. At this moment, her soul roared defiantly, scorning even death and the gods.
No matter what, I will fulfill my duty as Ansel's pact head. I am his shield, his chariot!
Her body collided with the blood-flame sword of destruction.
At the same time, the maniacal laughter of Ephesande abruptly ceased.
"Flamelle... Flamelle!"
The frenzied empress roared in fury, "Are you plotting against me!? Come out and fight me! Come out! Come out!!"
The moth that should have been reduced to ashes by the great flame was not consumed by the destruction.
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She wasn't... even touched by the flames.
Because the emblem hanging from her collar, the nine-headed serpent emblem symbolizing Hydral, suddenly shone brightly!
"This is..."
Seraphina's face lit up with realization in less than half a second.
This was the birthday gift from Flamelle, the family emblem recognized by Hydral!
"Ansel!!!"
But Evora knew that even delaying for two seconds would be a blessing. The essence of the Flamefeast fire... was to burn everything to the [Keystone]!
A space with myriad mysteries to sorcerers was just slightly harder wood to the Flamefeast fire.
But without needing Ansel, Seraphina, who could now act, was already laughing wildly as she charged at Ephesande without fear of death!
She had nothing to fear. If she didn't dare to face the empress even with this talisman, how could she talk about devouring gods and tearing apart fate?!
In the fifth second, Ephesande, with eyes seemingly dominated by the abyss, turned her gaze to Seraphina.
She merely extended an index finger towards Seraphina.
The Flamefeast fire erupted, and although most of it was neutralized, some blood flames still burned through the barrier created by Flamelle!
The emblem's radiant light began to compensate, trying to extinguish the blood flames, but the Flamefeast fire, which burned everything, had already touched Seraphina's body.
In the sixth second, the tug-of-war between blood flames and light did not immediately reduce Seraphina to nothingness. However, even so, her arm, tainted by the blood flames, was burned to white bone, and the flames were rapidly spreading across her body!
The threat of complete death descended. Seraphina could feel the overwhelming darkness, the suffocating sensation, the phantom pain of all her flesh being stripped away.
She seemed about to die. Even with the protection of another divine species, how could a mere third-stage being survive the direct assault of another divine species, even for a moment?
Am I going to die?
At this moment, as Seraphina's pupils contracted to the extreme, time seemed to stand still.
She felt the scythe of death shaving her flesh, slowly scraping her bones, aiming the blade at her throat.
No, I can't die here.
Ansel still needs me; this is not my end.
I must become stronger; I must go... higher and farther.
Together with Ansel!
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