Chapter 333: Taking Action

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Vanna’s agile form soared into the sky with the might of a hurricane, the freezing northern winds flowing through her, infusing her with the essence of a storm. As she ascended, a blade of pure ice materialized in her hand, its surface reflecting the ethereal glow of the World’s Creation, casting a shimmering frosty light into the dark void. With the elegance of countless battles, she swung the blade in a sweeping arc, slicing through the very air.

As the blade cleaved the atmosphere, the violent disruption caused the surrounding air currents to clash, generating waves of intense heat and visual distortion. Midway through its descent, the icy blade transformed, taking on a plasma-like appearance, its edge encircled by incandescent flames that danced around the ice, creating a mesmerizing display of fire entwined with ice. This striking spectacle caused the demonic cultist to hesitate in his attack.

For the Annihilation Priest, the situation was supposed to be different. He had meticulously planned his ambush, detecting the unexpected visitor early and using his array of spells to conceal his presence. His unique demonic form allowed him to temporarily suppress his life signs, making him virtually undetectable. Yet, despite his flawless camouflage, his cover had been blown by the prey.

Now, the hunter had become the hunted, and the prey had transformed into a predator more formidable than he had ever anticipated.

Vanna’s blade descended like a meteor, leaving the Annihilation Priest no time to counterattack. In a desperate attempt to survive, he unleashed a chilling, eerie shriek imbued with a powerful curse. Layers of black bone plates and rock-like shields materialized, forming a robust barrier between him and the oncoming onslaught. Furthermore, a towering demon, composed of jagged bone fragments, appeared under a pact, standing as a guardian before its master. The monstrous figure opened its maw, preparing to release a corrosive breath attack.

As the dust settled, the skeletal demon’s true form emerged from the shadows. It was a colossal hound, a horrific shadowy beast towering over any normal dog.

Undeterred by the formidable obstacles, Vanna continued her relentless advance.

“Boom!”

The deafening explosion reverberated through the silent night, accompanied by a chorus of high-pitched, grating sounds.

With a single decisive chop, Vanna’s icy blade shattered the energy barrier conjured by the Annihilation Priest, crumbled the rock shields, neutralized the acid breath of the dark hound, and cleaved half of the demon’s skull, sending shards of bone flying in all directions.

The shockwave of the impact swept through the alley like a tempest, clearing away dust and smoke. The decapitated hound howled in agony as it was hurled backward, dragging the Annihilation Priest, who was bound by a symbiotic chain. They tumbled over the rough terrain before coming to a stop, struggling to regain their footing.

The distorted form of the cult priest trembled violently, the backlash from his demon’s injury leaving him disoriented. Under the dim light, it was hard to distinguish between the hound and the once-human priest, their forms horribly twisted and merged.

Despite having half its head cleaved away, the dark hound managed to rise, its life force surprisingly resilient. It growled defiantly in Vanna’s direction, shedding damaged bone fragments.

Vanna, her expression as calm as ever, casually discarded the shattered remnants of the icy blade, its purpose served.

The Annihilation Priest, lying across the alley, struggled to lift his head, striving to regain consciousness. Strained demonic whispers escaped his lips, setting the stage for his curse.

Vanna raised her hand, catching the solid mass of decaying bones and rocks hurled at her. Ignoring the wisps of smoke curling from her palm, she continued her relentless march. With her free hand, she seized the half-headed dark hound and stuffed the cursed mass into its gaping neck wound.

The demonic hound instinctively fought back but was powerless against Vanna’s superhuman strength. In its struggle, the hound tore off the remaining half of its head while the cursed missile, empowered by its own life force, was forcefully shoved into its stomach. The bone plates inside the demon began to fracture, filling its innards with sparks of brilliant light.

Vanna swiftly lifted her foot, kicking the primed-to-explode demon away, and casually grabbed the nearby Annihilation Priest, using him as a shield.

With a resounding explosion, the kicked hound detonated mid-flight, and fragments of bones rained down like lethal shrapnel, riddling the priest’s body held aloft by Vanna.

But the priest wasn’t dead yet, writhing in agony, his pain curling him into a pitiful ball.

The entire encounter had been brief and intense.

“Your symbiotic demon is dead. Given your body’s mutation level, you have about six minutes to live,” Vanna stated, tossing the cult priest to the ground and stepping on what seemed to be his head. “I know your kind would rather die than talk, but I’m willing to give it a try – you have three minutes to say your last words, and based on what you say, I’ll decide how you die in the remaining three minutes.”

Near the entrance of the alley, Alice had observed the entire encounter, completely bewildered by the rapid sequence of events. She had watched as Vanna effortlessly dispatched an enemy, obliterated a grotesque creature that somewhat resembled Dog, and reduced the initial attacker to near death.

While she didn’t understand exactly what had happened, one thing was clear: Vanna was incredibly powerful.

This realization filled the puppet girl with excitement, and she began to clap her hands enthusiastically. “Miss Vanna, you’re amazing!” she cheered.

However, in her moment of distraction, she seemed to have forgotten about the few “threads” still floating under the streetlight across the alley.

The air near the alley’s entrance subtly warped, signaling the emergence of a second attacker who had been lurking in the shadows.

The showdown between Vanna and the Annihilation Priest had unfolded too quickly, and the chaos in the alley had greatly exceeded the hidden attacker’s expectations. As the second cultist finally revealed himself, he found himself halted at the sight of Vanna standing over the fallen Annihilation Priest.

The cultist hesitated, glancing between the brutal scene in the alley and the blonde woman beside him.

Then, without a second thought, the muscular man turned on his heel and sprinted away.

But after just a few steps, he heard a voice from behind: “Hey! Wait up!”

Suddenly, he felt a forceful tug on his body as if ensnared. He came to a halt, unable to resist the intense pulling sensation originating from his very joints.

Terrified, the cultist turned around to see black smoke swirling around him. His demon, tethered to him, struggled to counterattack but was restrained by an unseen force lurking in the shadows. He looked further and found the long-haired blonde woman in a dress, her hand outstretched, seemingly gripping something invisible.

“Don’t go yet,” Alice said, holding onto the “string” and gazing at the fleeing cultist, trying to make her expression more menacing. “The captain said people like you are bad and shouldn’t be let go. You’ll harm others.”

Not far away, a third Annihilator who had just sprinted out of the alley hung suspended in mid-air, his body contorted into an odd and ridiculous pose, his head twisted at an unnatural angle. Fear filled his eyes as he glanced at the blonde woman. Summoning all his will to survive, he barely managed to break free from the pulling sensation. He exerted all his remaining strength into a flick of his wrist—a prepared rune scroll slipped out from his sleeve.

“Choose life… and devour…” he mumbled with difficulty, his voice interspersed with demonic whispers.

The pre-stored spell triggered, and the rune scroll ignited mid-air before it could touch the ground. The spell activated, targeting every living being within its radius.

Yet, nothing happened despite the scroll disintegrating into flames.

The cultist’s eyes widened in horror and disbelief as he witnessed the scene.

Not far away, Alice looked just as surprised.

She didn’t breathe. She didn’t have a heartbeat.

And she had no idea what had just happened.

But she quickly realized the cultist had tried to kill her.

Fear gripped the lady, so she tugged forcefully on the “string” in her hand. “The captain said that when I’m outside, I have to protect myself.”

The cultist’s body froze. The slight freedom he had managed to wrest was completely stripped away. He could no longer move his wrists or lips. A peculiar numbness began to spread, his body rapidly stiffening and turning cold, transforming into… something that was not flesh and blood.

Before he knew it, the world around him turned dark.

But in the next second, something emerged from the darkness.

A hollow, deep voice that seemed to emanate directly from his chest echoed in his ears: “Ah, a new attendant has arrived.”

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