Chapter 59 : Chapter 59
Chapter 59 : Iphilia seemed somewhat overly childish
But even if he wasn’t dead, it didn’t matter much~ Aimiya had regained a bit of her combat strength by now, so even if this guy had survived, there was no way he could escape from them.
Iphilia giggled as she strolled toward the pile of charcoal.
The black-robed man was, without a doubt, completely incapacitated.
All his 【Corpse Bearers】 had been reduced to ashes under Cerberus’s breath, and while he himself hadn’t died for some reason, he was practically halfway to Hell.
Not a single patch of skin on his body was intact; he looked like he’d been dunked in a hotpot and boiled.
Even now, large clouds of white mist were rising from his body.
“Alright, Scumbag Uncle~ I don’t know why you’re still alive, but in your current state, even if we left you alone, you wouldn’t last long~ Got any last words? Better say them now~ Who knows, if I’m feeling kind… I might just make them come true~”
At that moment, Iphilia truly looked the part of a demon.
She squatted down, poking the barely breathing black-robed man lying on the charcoal pile with the barrel of her shotgun from a short distance.
The smile on her face was so pure and flawless, it made you want to punch her.
“…If I said I wanted you to offer your souls to Mother Goddess, would you do it?”
The black-robed man struggled to lift his head, looking at the smug Iphilia with a provocative gaze.
“Hey! You! Watched too much Cthulhu mythology or what? Going on about Mother Goddess this, Mother Goddess that. What, you really think some ancient god is whispering in your ear? If you’ve got a mental illness, go get it treated! It’s not like human medical tech is underdeveloped these days. Why do such heinous things?”
Perhaps because she figured this guy wasn’t long for this world anyway, Iphilia wasn’t in a rush to kill him.
She thought that rather than finishing him off with one shot, it’d be more fun to pry some info out of him—maybe even as a little post-dinner entertainment~
“Heh… How could the crystallized fantasies of humans compare to a true deity? Traitors, don’t think physical destruction can completely annihilate me! My soul will return to Mother Goddess’s embrace! My kin will avenge me! You lot, just wait to fall into the invisible abyss!”
Yo, still throwing out threats with his dying breath? Such a classic villain death, huh?
“The Advent Faction won’t let you off! Hahaha! The only pity is I won’t get to see the day you regret everything! But before I return to Mother Goddess’s embrace, I did get to witness something quite interesting! An angel and a demon… ahahaha—”
This guy, he actually saw it?
Iphilia’s face went “whoosh” dark.
Since he saw it, there was no way he could be allowed to live…
She had to destroy his body and soul completely, leaving not even a speck behind!
But just as Iphilia raised her gun to act, the black-robed man, who should’ve been powerless, suddenly moved, startling our poor Miss Demon—his body twisted at an angle beyond human limits.
In his hand, that scarlet blood-red orb still shone dazzlingly, radiating a chilling red glow.
“I will offer both my soul and body to Mother Goddess! For us of the Advent Faction, this is the most glorious fate!”
“Watch out!”
The black-robed man raised both hands, his bloodied face showing, for the last time, an expression of utter fanaticism.
The next moment, the blood-red orb in his hands blazed with red light.
Aimiya, already on guard, instantly sprang into action, yanking Iphilia’s arm and leaping back.
The black-robed man’s muscles began melting without warning, bones and organs spilling from his fragile body like mud onto the charcoal below.
As his muscles turned into pools of blood, his scattered bones and organs also started to dissolve, countless foul-smelling, unidentified black liquids gushing out.
In just a few breaths, the black-robed man, who had been barely alive, became a stinking puddle of black water on the ground.
“This guy… is he dead? Or is it another puppet?”
Looking at the puddle of blood and black water, so eerily similar to what they’d seen in the alley, even Iphilia wasn’t sure if the black-robed man was truly dead or had pulled off another puppet trick to deceive them.
“No… after turning into that… he’s probably really dead this time…”
Aimiya stepped forward to inspect the mix of blood and black water, her words dripping with undisguised disgust.
“Uh… what about this orb… what should we do with it?”
Suddenly, Iphilia noticed the crimson blood-red orb still floating in midair.
This thing was too creepy—not only could it control Corpse Bearers to form something that massive, but Iphilia even suspected it was why the black-robed man had survived.
“It’s probably their container for storing souls. Iphilia-chan, can you try breaking it?”
“Oh, alright, I’ll give it a shot…”
With that, Iphilia stepped back a bit, raised her purple shotgun, and aimed the dark barrel straight at the blood-red orb.
“Bang!”
A crisp clanging sound rang out as the magic bullet was deflected the moment it touched the orb.
But our Miss Demon didn’t seem convinced.
She fired three more shots at the orb, only for the bullets to be deflected upon contact with its surface, not leaving so much as a scratch.
“What’s this thing made of, so tough? Damn it, I refuse to believe this!”
Seeing her attacks fail repeatedly, Iphilia got a bit frustrated.
This time, she didn’t pull the trigger right away.
Instead, she aimed at the orb, muttering under her breath as a rather intricate magic array appeared at the barrel’s tip.
“Go!”
The next moment, Iphilia fiercely pulled the trigger.
The magic array at the barrel suddenly expanded several times, and a familiar claw reached out, slashing the blood-red orb clean in half.
Hmph! This was a move Iphilia had specially developed.
When Doggo-chan couldn’t show up in person, she could summon its remote support through a magic array linked to Hell! A mere little orb—how could it not shatter under an attack from Cerberus, the three-headed dog of Hell?
Aimiya, standing nearby, quietly watched Iphilia get into a spat with a bead, feeling more and more confident in her chances.
Iphilia-chan’s personality seemed a bit too childish.
And that was exactly the type Aimiya was best at handling.