Chapter 108

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Chapter 108: Curse Lifted, Sword Drawn!

Lolth realized she had wrongly accused the unknown evil god. These cultists had been taught some form of “divine spell.” Even the gray-robed figure underground could manipulate the black substance flowing in the water tank—made of the “Power of the Evil God”—attempting to strike at Lolth.

The three people in red robes, who appeared to be leaders, conjured masses of the Power of the Evil God from thin air, transforming them into a rain of arrows and spikes, trying to ambush all three of them at once.

Lolth gently patted Isabella. “I’m not skilled at direct combat. I’ll have to rely on you.”

Though her reputation seemed beyond salvaging, in Palgauro City, developing new magic to heal the injured demon dragons and investigating cults was something she had to handle personally—there was no alternative.

But Lolth felt compelled to maintain her image of avoiding direct combat. If the day came when she had to fight on the front lines, she would truly fall apart. By preserving this image, all other reputations could be reversed by the “completely incorrect intelligence” during the Holy Alliance attack in the coming days, returning her to the status of an unreliable, worthless interrogator once again!

With these thoughts, she casually lifted Isabella’s Curse of Weakness.

The moment the curse was removed, Isabella felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders, bringing incredible relief. It was a long-forgotten sensation—without the Curse of Weakness, her strength, speed, and stamina had returned to their peak!

No… she might even be stronger now. She had clearly reached the standards of Legend Middle Level without realizing it! With this incredible physical strength, once she removed the anti-magic shackles, she would definitely advance.

But what was the succubus planning? What benefit was there in making her stronger—was she already confident enough to maintain control? What did it mean to lift her own curse… facing six extraordinary beings and one epic being with just physical strength—was this a test?

As for Lolth’s claim of being “not skilled at direct combat,” whether Isabella believed it wasn’t the issue; she simply didn’t care. In her view, this obvious lie wasn’t really deception but rather an excuse meaning, “I won’t help you next time”!

These thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning, but she couldn’t reach a conclusion immediately. The dark magic, being the fastest, had already reached the three people before her!

Isabella drew the dagger from her waist. She wore the standard light armor of The Seventh Legion Death Knight team, with a dark iron dagger at her hip. Light, sharp, and possessing the special properties of dark iron for penetrating magical armor, it was an excellent weapon.

But for Isabella, it felt wrong! Since youth, she had trained with her family’s weapons—a spear in her left hand and a sword in her right!

If the dagger had been straight, that would have sufficed. Despite differences in weight and length, she could have wielded it like a sword. However, the Death Knight’s dark iron curved dagger was as twisted as the sexual orientation of the Holy Alliance’s high-ranking members. From afar, it resembled a boomerang!

Even with the anti-magic shackles still active, Isabella couldn’t use any advanced skills requiring magic. All she could do was swing wildly at the incoming projectiles!

Yet, the power and speed of a legendary Grand Knight were formidable. Even without magic, she scattered most attacks through sheer force! Some Power of the Evil God had attached to her body, forming small, hard black crystals.

“Don’t worry, I’ll heal you after we win,” Lolth said, offering comfort.

With her experience treating demon dragons, handling the effects and injuries caused by the Power of the Evil God no longer posed a challenge for Lolth. She needed only to replace the part of the magic targeting the Abyssal Dragon clan’s magical properties with something else. In essence, the arcane magic C0067 and its variations could easily neutralize the most troublesome aspects of the Power of the Evil God!

Even without Lolth’s assurance, Isabella knew this succubus wouldn’t abandon her. Of course… this succubus remained evil and cunning!

After hearing Lolth’s words, Isabella increased her pace. Having blocked the bizarre attacks from the red-robed figures, the subsequent assault of the gray-robed figures’ Power of the Evil God arrived!

Though slower than the previous attacks, this was still the combined effort of fourteen people! The number was substantial. Even if Lolth could counter the side effects of this Power of the Evil God, it would only be after the battle concluded! Contact with this strange power during combat would still significantly reduce one’s fighting capability.

Determined, Isabella continued wielding the dark iron scimitar, constantly cutting through the Power of the Evil God. But now, she was beginning to struggle.

The cultists noticed Isabella’s increasingly difficult movements and intensified their assault. The red-robed figures especially raised their hands and chanted spells, gathering an even more powerful concentration of the Power of the Evil God.

“How irritating…” Isabella muttered, gritting her teeth as she prepared to accelerate her movements.

At that moment, she heard a muffled sound behind her.

“Bang.”

It resembled the sound of hollow rotting wood being struck.

Glancing sideways, Isabella saw Ann’s hand patting the box she always carried—a container half the size of a person in length, width, and height. Dark and somber in color, it appeared to be crafted from wood and gold.

After the strike, a crack appeared at the box’s end, and a pure white metal sword slid out, falling into Ann’s hand.

It wasn’t the thick broadsword of a knight or a traditional warrior’s two-handed sword, but rather something closer to the common one-handed sword seen in the central and western regions of the continent. However, this blade was longer, thinner, and swifter!

This was the sword used by the Swordsmen of the Eastern Seven Kingdoms, though they preferred to call themselves “swordmasters”!

“Purity!” Ann softly exclaimed, whether naming the sword or the technique.

Regardless of its meaning, Ann swung the sword in her hand. The green-clad figure danced, the white sword flashing like lightning. It was a blade powerful enough to challenge Isabella even without her anti-magic restraints.

The white sword light flickered, slicing through the black Power of the Evil God, striking down every follower of the evil god.

“So beautiful,” Lolth couldn’t help but sigh beside her.

In the next moment, Ann returned the sword to its box, her face turning pale as she collapsed to the ground. Along with her, all the present cultists also fell.