Chapter 322.2
“You think you can defeat me with a few drops of blood from me?”
Hesabel didn’t bother replying. Instead, she pushed forward, holding a hidden trump card. Threads shot out from Hastel’s fingertips, forming a crimson web. Just before she was turned into minced meat, Hesabel drew the Rite of Division.
“What?!”
Hastel’s eyes widened. The Rite of Division instantly unraveled and severed the crimson threads like cotton candy. The power of the Red Chalice couldn’t withstand the Rite of Division.
At that moment, Hastel also brought out a new weapon. From the blood she drew from her palm, she formed a sword—the very sword she had used to try and block the Reaper’s scythe, the one that had been broken.
Crack! Surprisingly, Hastel’s sword blocked the Rite of Division.
It was a natural result. Hastel’s sword was hastily forged by condensing the iron content in her blood. Ironically, it was perfectly suited to counter the Rite of Division. The Rite of Division was less effective against anything other than miracles or angels, reducing it to a mere kitchen knife.
“You think I rely solely on miracles, you fool?”
Hastel fiercely brandished her sword, driving Hesabel back. Like most of Wallachia’s old nobles, Hastel possessed top-tier swordsmanship skills within the Kingdom of Wallachia. In contrast, Hesabel was barely managing to defend against her attacks.