Chapter 472 Replenishing Magic Power After the Slaughter
"I admit, your magical hands are indeed somewhat troublesome."
Rem gazed at Petelgeuse and said calmly. "But before the power bestowed by my master, they are nothing."
The moment her voice fell.
A delicate and alluring crimson armor covered Rem's entire body.
The spinning meteor hammer seemed to transform into a red cyclone.
Bang!
The earth was heavily crushed, kicking up a ferocious hurricane that surged outward.
Rem did not rely on speed. She charged towards Petelgeuse with an extremely ferocious posture.
"Charging straight at me like that..."
Petelgeuse frenziedly bit his fingers. "Indeed, this is love."
"Why else would you take such an unwise action?"
Amidst his mad laughter.
In places invisible to ordinary people...
Countless magical hands, like a fierce storm, met Rem head-on.
"I've had enough of your ravings."
Rem's eyes were calm, the meteor hammer in her hand spinning to its limit.
"You should be grateful that Master is keeping you alive."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Deafening roars echoed through the clouds.
Those magical hands, with their immense power, were completely fragile before the meteor hammer's force, utterly crushed.
Crack!
The next moment.
The sound of snapping bones rang out.
Petelgeuse's chest caved in, his entire body like a kite with its string cut, flying backward.
Finally.
He landed heavily on the ground, sliding and carving a trench dozens of meters long.
"Ugh..."
Petelgeuse spit out a large mouthful of blood.
This body...
Was unusable...
Thinking this, he prepared to use the Sloth's Finger.
Hum!
But just then.
Rem raised one hand, and a magic circle appeared beneath him.
Rattle! Rattle!
Chains, like snakes, bound him tightly.
"Don't waste your effort."
Rem said calmly. "You will remain trapped in this body until you rot."
She had learned a great deal of information about the Sin Archbishops from Ayato.
Of course, she knew...
Petelgeuse possessed the Authority of forced contract.
The ability to transfer his spirit onto other people.
This sealing magic was something she had specifically learned.
"Wh-what kind of power is this?"
Petelgeuse began to panic. "This is impossible..."
"Nothing is impossible."
Rem swung another meteor hammer strike, landing heavily on Petelgeuse.
Instantly!
Petelgeuse was severely injured and completely unconscious.
Ayato walked over and said helplessly, "You didn't kill him, but you left him with only one breath."
"Hehe, with Master here, he can't die anyway."
"You..."
Ayato gave Rem a head pat and directly sealed him with word magic.
The next moment.
A light flashed beneath Petelgeuse's body, and his entire form vanished.
The Witch Factors...
Naturally needed to be studied by professionals.
In the distance.
The battle between Elsa and Saeko...
No, to be accurate, the slaughter, had entered its final stage.
Saeko was the first to run back.
"Master, I used up so much magic power just now."
Her eyes were silky, and she came before Ayato, reaching out to cup his face.
"So, Master, I need my magic power replenished."
"Mm, it seems your consumption was indeed great."
Ayato smiled slightly and lowered his head.
"Mmph..."
Saeko closed her eyes.
Indeed.
Replenishing magic power after slaughter...
Was the best.
Nearby, Crusch's eyelids twitched as she watched Ayato and Saeko.
Good grief.
Such a flimsy excuse.
"Replenishing magic power"?
You didn't even use any magic power in that fight, you just slaughtered those Witch Cultists.
To do this in front of me...
It was just...
Thinking this, Crusch's mind couldn't help but echo those high-pitched sounds.
Unconsciously, her ears were completely red.
Miss Saeko, you homewrecker.
Elsa slit open the last Witch Cultist's abdomen.
The usual pleasure of seeing intestines...
Was completely gone.
Damn it, how had she been beaten to it?
After a long while.
Ayato left Saeko's lips.
Watching Saeko's dazed eyes, Ayato tidied her hair.
"Master, my magic power..."
Seeing this, Elsa's eyes lit up.
She was about to move, but found Rem had already grabbed Ayato's arm and looked her way.
Pop!
Elsa: "..."
Damn it.
It made her breast ache with anger.