Chapter 564: Night (4)
Eugene had not thrown Levantein in a fit of resignation. He had carefully orchestrated the event. He had ensured Noir would be constantly looking out for Levantein by attacking with the sword.
His strategy had been effective. Noir had no choice but to be conscious of Levantein. As strong as Noir was, the strikes from Levantein were effective against her. Noir was strong, but she wasn’t arrogant.
Three hundred years ago, she had never shown herself directly, and after the war, she selected demons who could rival her and corrupted them. She continued to gather strength regularly ever since by collecting life-force.
Contrary to her appearance and behavior, she was exceedingly cautious. It was inconceivable that Noir, knowing the threat Levantein posed, could ignore it.
Instinctively, she kept her gaze primarily on Levantein with every attack Eugene launched. She made sure to keep a vigilant watch on Levantein, even if she allowed other attacks from him.
As a result, Eugene's fist had made contact with Noir's face. He felt the crunch of her nasal bones breaking. ‘Stronger,’ he wished, and with a crack, his fist burst Noir's head.
Noir's headless body staggered. Eugene didn't stop and swung his hand again. Levantein, which had been flung far, was now back in his hand. Summoning a fallen weapon was a simple spell.
In fact, he didn’t even need to cast magic for Levantein. Levantein itself was Eugene's Divine Sword. It would reappear in his hand whenever he wished.
The blade, wrapped in divine fire, surged toward Noir. Eugene did harbor grand ambition. After all, although he had crushed Noir’s head, she wasn’t dead.