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Chapter 448 - 393: The Severely Wounded Lady of Misery

Chapter 448: Chapter 393: The Severely Wounded Lady of Misery

Slaier, shrouded in purple-black mist, reappeared before Mira.

The girl took a deep breath.

Now, as a soul, she was the only one who could prevent Anos from achieving Ascension.

Under the dense black fog, the Gatekeeper Slaier said nothing, as the purple-black mist merged into the lake, causing huge waves to explode on the surface.

Mira clasped her hands together,

"Lorisaren Yas."

The Ancient Language related to water was chanted, and the towering waves suddenly became heavy as boulders, desperately breaking free from the Gatekeeper’s control and cascading downward.

The Gatekeeper Slaier’s offensive did not subside; he opened his mouth and uttered:

"You will come before me, this is a lie."

In an instant, Mira’s movement slowed down. The closer she was to Slaier, the slower she moved.

Then, the Gatekeeper Slaier took a large step forward, and Mira’s figure slowed even more with his approach.

When they reached a certain distance, the purple-black mist around the Gatekeeper Slaier condensed into a spear, flying with an unstoppable force, and creating a vacuum of sound in its wake.

At the critical moment, instead of retreating, Mira uttered:

"Kid, it’s your turn now."

The brief sound fell.

The purple-black mist on Slaier’s body suddenly surged and trembled violently, resembling an obese earthworm encountering salt. The sharp spear, though close enough to pierce Mira’s soul with just a few more feet to advance, retreated instantly.

It was the fear of the Primordial Embryo.

Mira raised her hand with barely discernible strings on her fingertips.

These were a gift from the Primordial Embryo.

The girl opened her hands, and the purple-black mist surrounding Slaier, as if no longer belonging to the Gatekeeper, gradually began to obey Mira under the pull of the strings, much like a puppet and its puppeteer.

The movements of the Gatekeeper became stiff, and the previously expressionless face now appeared ferocious. The soul that had been bound for so long seemed to be struggling, trying to break free from its original bonds.

Lady Suffering frowned.

She wasn’t sure what trick Mira had used to make the Gatekeeper, controlled by the Primordial Church, struggle so much, but she knew that she had to take action now.

Lady Suffering glanced at Anos, who was engulfed by the thick black mist.

The ritual was so stable, more so than she had expected.

Initially, Lady Suffering had her doubts whether a mortal could withstand the pull of so many souls by the Primordial Power, but now it seemed she might have worried unnecessarily.

So smooth was the process; it was almost as if... the Primordial Power flowing into Anos was far less than previously estimated.

The thick fog surrounded Anos, facing the Gatekeeper’s painful struggle and Mira’s advancing presence. Lady Suffering no longer hesitated; her figure began to rise slowly, levitating into mid-air.

"My God, my God... may your arrangements all come true."

Lady Suffering whispered her prayer.

Then, this tall woman appeared before Mira in a blink of an eye.

So fast, it was beyond imagination, incomparable even to Lightning.

Before Mira could retreat, Lady Suffering had already made her move, her hand conjuring a formless blade. As it neared, one could hear cries of agony, and amidst the cries, fervent prayers.

The Sword of Suffering swept from left to right. Mira’s eyes widened as the cries grew louder around her ears, and even the waves on the lake were stilled by the terror of the blade.

Whoosh.

The girl’s soul was split in two from left to right.

In the midst of that crisp, splashing noise, the blood-red lake water stirred once again.

The soul, being torn apart, began to shatter bit by bit.

"Isaya!"

Mira chanted with all her might.

In the blink of an eye, the soul that had been severed by the Sword of Suffering began to mend itself.

She had taken control of the fate of the soul that had been cleaved with that strike!

Mira had spent a full six years within the Primordial Will. During those years, she trained herself relentlessly day and night.

The greatest gain from this period was the Ancient Language "Isaya."

It was an Ancient Language she had heard from the lips of Vina Kana. Now, although she couldn’t claim full mastery, it was sufficient to use at this critical moment.

Mira moved backward rapidly, treading the wind.

The Lady of Suffering, seeing her strike miss, showed no great change in expression and continued the relentless pursuit.

Mira clenched her teeth and quickly calculated in her mind.

"Rosa."

Time slowed down once again.

The Lady of Suffering’s movements became sluggish, and Mira extended her hand, where a Light Blade condensed in an instant.

The Light Blade collided with the Sword of Suffering with a sharp explosion, and the space around them shrieked, the lake water beneath them collapsed instantaneously, forming whirlpools from the waves of the aftermath.

At this moment, Angel Grace manifested, and Mira grew a pair of wings on her back, which in a flash turned into streaks of light. She swept through the boundless darkness, raised her hand, and countless waves of black mist surged forward, forcing back the Lady of Suffering. Then, she set her gaze forward, charging towards Anos wrapped in the Primordial Power.

The cocoon of Primordial Power slowly turned pale with the convergence of blood in the lake and under the influence of the Six Gods.

The Lady of Suffering, seeing Mira’s actions, would not allow Mira to interfere with Anos’s Ascension ritual.

In this moment, she paid no heed to Slaier’s struggle, and flew straight toward Mira, her Sword of Suffering slashing repeatedly. Several anguished wails that seemed to linger around the abyss echoed across Festival Lake, causing the ears of the kneeling Believers to burst and bleed.

"Approach her, it is a lie."

Suddenly, the Lady of Suffering’s form hesitated.

A great resistance pressed against her, and the Lady of Suffering violently turned back, only to see Slaier covered in blood, his eyes bloodshot yet revealing a moment of clarity, temporarily breaking free from the long-standing entrapment.

Slaier did not stop; seizing this rare moment of lucidity, he spoke out again:

"You can move freely, it is a lie."

As his words fell, the Lady of Suffering’s limbs became as if burdened with heavy stones, and she stiffly twisted her head to raise her hand in an attempt to counter the Gatekeeper Slaier.

Suddenly, a brilliance streaked by.

While the Lady of Suffering’s attention was fixed on Slaier, Mira abruptly changed direction and lunged at the Lady of Suffering.

Her hand’s Light Blade transformed into the Light Bow. A brilliant light condensed into an arrow, and as Mira pulled back the bowstring, she stared intently at the Lady of Suffering. Then, along with the deafening sound of cleaving the air, the insignificant yet dazzling ray of light shot straight forward, splitting the dark scenario in the eyes of the onlookers with a line of light.

The Lady of Suffering was too slow to dodge. Only then did she realize that Mira’s primary target was not Anos, but herself.

The radiance pierced through half of the Lady of Suffering’s body, her vision instantly became a blaze of white, and the lake exploded into thick smoke. She spat out blood, her figure plummeting downward, only managing to clumsily stabilize herself after a moment.

At this instant, the previously stable surroundings, with the Lady of Suffering gravely wounded, began to distort bit by bit.

The lake’s waves continued unceasingly.

Through the thick smoke,

a figure slowly emerged, staring intently at the Lady of Suffering as if eyeing a sworn enemy.

Another Slaier.

Coming from a past of lies and deceit, the god of trickery.

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