Chapter 108
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Chapter 108: Curse Lifted, Sword Drawn!
Lolth realized she had wrongly accused the unknown evil god.
It also taught these cultists some "divine spell".
Even the gray-robed person underground could control the black substance flowing in the water tank, made of the "Power of the Evil God," trying to attack Lolth.
As for the three people in red robes, who seemed like leaders, they conjured masses of the Power of the Evil God out of thin air, turning them into a rain of arrows or spikes, attempting to ambush the three people at once.
Lolth lightly patted Isabella.
"I’m not good at fighting head-on, relying on you."
Although her reputation seemed beyond saving, in Palgauro City, developing new magic to heal the injured demon dragons, investigating cults was something she had to do herself, no choice at all.
But Lolth felt she had to at least maintain her image of not being good at head-on combat.
If the day ever came when she had to fight on the front lines, she would really collapse.
By preserving this image, all other reputations could be turned around by the "completely incorrect intelligence" during the Holy Alliance attack in a few days, becoming an unreliable waste of an interrogator once again!
Thinking this, she casually lifted Isabella’s Curse of Weakness.
The moment Curse of Weakness was lifted, Isabella felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off her shoulders, and she felt incredibly relieved.
It was a long-lost feeling without the Curse of Weakness, her strength, speed, and stamina were back to their peak!
No… she might even be a bit stronger now.
She had definitely reached the standards of Legend Middle Level without even realizing it!
This incredible physical strength, once she removes the anti-magic shackles, she will definitely advance.
But what was the succubus’s intention…
What are the benefits of making herself stronger, is she confident enough to control herself already?
What does it mean to lift her own curse… facing six extraordinary beings and one epic being with just her physical strength, is this a test for herself?
As for Lolth’s excuse of "not good at direct combat," whether Isabella believed it or not was not the issue, she simply didn’t care.
In her opinion, this very obvious lie was not really a lie but just an excuse to tell herself, "I won’t help you next time"!
These thoughts in her mind flashed like lightning, but she couldn’t think of an answer right away.
The dark magic, the fastest of them, had already reached the three people in front of her!
Isabella had to pull out the dagger from her waist. She was wearing the standard light armor of The Seventh Legion Death Knight team, with a dark iron dagger at her waist.
Light, sharp, and with the special property of dark iron for breaking through magical armor, it was a very good weapon.
But for Isabella, it didn’t feel right!
She had trained with the family weapon since she was young, with a spear in her left hand and a sword in her right hand!
If the dagger was straight, that would be fine. Despite the differences in weight and length, she could still use it as a sword.
However, the dark iron curved dagger of the Death Knight was as curved as the sexual orientation of the high-ranking members of the Holy Alliance. From a distance, it looked like a boomerang!
Even with the anti-magic shackles still working, Isabella couldn’t use any advanced skills that required magic.
All she could do was swing wildly at the things flying at her!
However, the power and speed of a legendary Grand Knight were no joke. Even though she couldn’t use any magic power, she managed to scatter most of them just by brute force!
Some Power of the Evil God had also attached to her body, forming small hard black crystals.
"Don’t worry, I’ll heal you after we win."
Upon seeing this, Lolth didn’t forget to comfort Isabella by speaking out.
With the experience of treating the demon dragons, dealing with the effects and injuries caused by the Power of the Evil God was no longer difficult for Lolth.
It was only necessary to swap out the part of the magic that targeted the Abyssal Dragon clan’s magical properties with something else.
In other words, the arcane magic C0067 and its variations could easily neutralize the trickiest aspects of the Power of the Evil God!
Even if Lolth doesn’t say anything, Isabella doesn’t think this succubus will ignore her.
Of course… this succubus is still evil and crafty!
After hearing Lolth’s words, Isabella sped up her movements.
After blocking the bizarre attacks from three red-robed figures, the subsequent attacks of the gray-robed figures’ Power of the Evil God also arrived!
Although slower than the attacks of the gray-robed figures, this was still the combined result of fourteen people attacking together!
There were quite a large number of them.
Even if Lolth could deal with the side effects of this Power of the Evil God, it would only be after the battle ends!
Being touched by this strange power during the battle would still greatly reduce one’s combat power.
With determination, Isabella continued to wield the dark iron scimitar, constantly cutting through the Power of the Evil God.
But at this moment, she was starting to struggle a bit.
The cultists of the evil gods seemed to have noticed that Isabella was having some difficulty with her movements, so they intensified their attack.
Especially those few guys in red robes, raising their hands and chanting spells, gathering an even more powerful Power of the Evil God.
"How annoying…"
Isabella also noticed this, gritted her teeth, and prepared to speed up her movements.
At that moment, she heard a muffled sound behind her.
"Bang."
Like the sound of hollow rotting wood being struck.
Glancing sideways, Isabella saw Ann’s hand patting the box that never left her side.
A box that is half the size of a person in length, width, and thickness.
Dark and gloomy in color, made of a material resembling wood and gold.
After a strike, a crack appeared at the end of the box, and a pure white metal sword slid out from the box, falling into Ann’s hand.
Not a thick broadsword of a knight or a traditional warrior’s two-handed sword, but something closer to the common one-handed sword seen in the central and western parts of the continent.
However, longer, thinner, and faster than that!
This is the sword used by the Swordsmen of the Eastern Seven Kingdoms.
However, they usually refer to themselves as "swordmasters"!
"Purity!"
Ann softly exclaimed, whether it was the name of the sword or the name of the move.
But no matter whose name it was, Ann swung the sword in her hand.
The green-clad figure danced, the white sword gleaming like lightning.
That was a sword powerful enough to make Isabella struggle even after removing her anti-magic restraints.
The white sword light flickered, cutting 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 put the sword back into the box, her face turning pale as she fell to the ground.
Along with Ann, all the cultists present also fell to the ground.