NOVEL NEXT Chapter 1189: Saved
Just like that, the battle began…
One Apostle, a former priest, charged forward with a corrupted staff in his hands!
This was the first Holy Arts Practitioner that Desmund had to deal with…
However, he immediately realized their difference in strength!
He easily caught the strike with his bare hand, and he didn't even need to use the Draconic Energy within his body...
Then, he pushed the cleansing power into the priest's body.
"Aaah!"
The priest screamed with his staff shattering into pieces after his corrupted holy energy dispersed within his body…
To be exact, it was as if the priest's body was being burned from within. In just a few moments, he collapsed, dead.
Another Apostle, a noblewoman, tried to ensnare him with illusions of pleasure and wealth...
"Illusions, huh… This looks real for a few moments." Desmund muttered as he immediately saw through its imperfections.
However, the intensity of the illusion suddenly increased… It turns out that the noblewoman had several backers helping behind her…
Even if Desmund knew it was fake, he was being forced to live through it. Desmund gritted his teeth, forcing the visions away.
With a burst of his Draconic Energy, he charged and grabbed her arm, releasing the purification.
For a moment, he wished that this woman would not survive at all! Thankfully, he saw her body convulsing, her illusions fading, and then she fell lifeless to the ground.
She indeed died as expected…
However, the battle had just started. More and more Apostles attacked his position, so he had to constantly move…
Being cornered by these corrupted Arcanists could still kill him if he wasn't able to regenerate fast enough.
Desmund fought desperately, each strike of his hand releasing cleansing energy. Some collapsed from his purification. They were weak but alive, since their corruption was shallow. However, most of them died instantly as their bodies were unable to withstand the purge.
Blood and screams filled the streets of Harake City…
"This is just too much…"
Desmund's heart ached with every body that fell.
"I didn't want this… but it's the only way."
Finally, the last Apostle remained.
It was a man almost twice Desmund's size…
Desmund recalled that this person was one of the guards protecting the Silver Swan Pavilion... This time, he was more intimidating than ever. His body was covered in crimson veins, and his eyes only focused on him.
"You cannot stop us," the man growled. "Mistress Lust is eternal."
Desmund was tired of hearing this… Almost all these corrupted men were saying the same thing about their mistress…
It was pointless talking to these people, so he just stepped forward as he gathered his energy…
In just a few moments, his hand glowed brighter than ever.
'Then I'll free you from her.' Desmund thought as he felt that the three mysterious entities continued blessing him.
The Apostle was fearless and didn't dodge the attack at all… It was to the point that Desmund thought that these people were deliberately wishing to get hit by his attacks.
'Wait…' Desmund was stunned as he reached this thought. It might be the reason why everything was going so smoothly for him.
Perhaps, these people still had a little bit of control over their bodies and…
Desmund couldn't finish his thoughts as he met the Apostle head-on…
"Hah!" He pressed his palm against the man's chest.
The energy surged, brighter than before. The Apostle screamed, his body shaking violently. For a moment, his eyes cleared, tears forming.
"Thank… you…" He whispered before collapsing lifelessly.
Silence filled the courtyard as dozens of bodies lay scattered, their souls freed from Lust's grip.
'I was right…' Desmund thought as he stood among them…
These people weren't just rushing to follow their Mistress's orders. It was also their desire to free themselves from her bindings… His hands trembled at the thought.
He looked at the fallen with a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
"I didn't want to kill you… but you were too far gone. At least now, you're free."
He turned and walked away, disappearing into the shadows before more could arrive.
***
In the meantime, far away, in her manor, Lust felt the loss.
Her Apostles had been destroyed. And although they were replaceable, she didn't like the fact that they were so easily defeated.
"The purifier is stronger than I thought."
She then licked her lips as she recalled Desmund's appearance…
Unfortunately for her, the moment she showed her desire to acquire Desmund, her aura leaked…
Now that Desmund had eliminated a lot of her Apostles, the three dragons finally locked onto Lust's true presence.
The corrupted aura was unmistakable, concentrated within the noblewoman's body, she had claimed.
"This is it," Ash whispered, her eyes narrowing. "She's exposed."
Zerel's lightning surged across his arms as he knew what he had to do…
"No more games. Let's end this."
Drazek's shadows spread across the manor walls, sealing every exit. "She won't escape this time."
Suddenly, the three moved in unison…
As soon as they got closer to her residence, they immediately released their Aura…
This was their own Spiritual Pressure to suppress Lust.
They were confident that their combined power pressing down on her would be an easy...
Of course, they're right.
Lust's crimson eyes widened as she realized she had been cornered. However, she still had tricks up her sleeve…
"You think you can cage me?" she roared as she planned to transfer her soul to another disciple… But it was at this time that the Dragon's Magic Circle activated!
Ash raised her hand, and vines burst from the floor. Zerel's lightning struck her body while Drazek's shadows sealed her escape route.
But just as they were about to unleash their Spell to obliterate her flesh and soul, the air behind Lust tore apart!
"What?!"
A rift opened in the space!
It happened so quickly… From within, a massive hand of pure void energy reached out, grabbing Lust and pulling her back.
The dragons froze as they failed to react quickly.
"How?!" Zerel was shocked.