Chapter 814 - 825: The Witch’s Treasure
With Lancelot’s current strength, he would no longer get injured from falling, and the others each had their methods of handling the situation: Alamir and Tanya made the correct rolling motion upon landing, dissipating most of the impact; little Isha transformed her bat wings and grabbed the flailing Kalalin mid-air. As for the Zombie Princess who had followed them out, Fran had not reverted from her transformation and was comfortably perched atop the fellow undead little Isha’s head, circling the combination of the vampires and the scholar.
Just as everyone thought they were out of danger, a rumbling sound echoed from behind, making them all sense that something significant was amiss. They quickly turned around and saw that explosions atop the tower were still ongoing. Coupled with the large holes in the second and third-floor outer walls, the building, which had already been slightly tilted, began to collapse at a seemingly slow pace, heading directly toward their position.
Of course, that appearance of slowness was deceptive; if they didn’t start running immediately, they would soon be standing by the side, watching their companions dig out their bodies.
"Run!!"
Bruto let out a loud roar, instantly darting away while not forgetting to drag his father along, which moved Lancelot a bit. Apart from Bruto and his father, the others also took off running immediately, soon overtaking the sprinting Bruto—despite his slight disadvantage in height, the dwarf still managed to avoid being crushed.
"Huff... Huff..." Moments later, Bruto was gasping heavily, looking back at the rubble barely ten feet from his backside, "That was really close... Speaking of, what was that winged birdman exactly? A male succubus?"
"Why would you think that?" Alamir looked at Bruto with a peculiar expression, "Because of its wings?"
"What else?" The dwarf retorted boldly, "Could it be an angel?"
’It indeed was an angel.’ A female voice, seemingly suppressing rage, sounded in everyone’s ears, coming from another angel’s (former) sword, ’But it was only a corpse... That damned Medusa! She should be reduced to ashes in the Holy Fire of Judgment!’
’Whoa, calm down, colleague.’ The elegant male voice of Starlight Strike also rang out, ’Aren’t you folks from Mount Heaven all about procedural justice? That angel may not have died at Medusa’s hands; perhaps she just made use of the corpse...’
’Desecrating a corpse is also a severe crime.’ Sword of Zariel indignantly countered, ’This behavior must be stopped...’
"If I get a chance, I will." Lancelot assured his weapon, "By the way, aren’t there many types of angels? What was that one just now?"
’...A Celestial.’ Sword of Zariel paused briefly before answering, ’They usually serve as messengers or agents of a deity, conveying divine will or performing specific tasks in the Main Plane. If I’m not mistaken, that angel was likely dispatched to lift the curse on this Demon’s Domain, but...’