Chapter 109

Chapter 109: Witch Miss, Save Me!!! (4k)

When Ivyst regained consciousness from the fluctuations of the teleportation, she found herself at the foot of the Soren Mountain Range.

Beside her, Afia was supporting her with red-rimmed eyes, seemingly holding back some deep sorrow.

Not just her; everyone around was silent, standing there in a daze.

It seemed they still hadn’t recovered from the shock a moment ago.

After all, Lynn’s last impression left on them was simply too overwhelming.

It was as if he had single-handedly saved the world, sacrificing himself for a better ending for everyone.

As for Ivyst, she didn’t show the excitement or anger one would expect.

That brief moment of hysteria seemed to have drained her body of its final strength.

At this moment, she just stared vacantly in the direction where Lynn had disappeared, her outstretched hand still lingering in mid-air, as if it had been instantly drained of all its energy.

Once filled with arrogance and a stern demeanor, her red eyes now looked empty and numb.

And for some reason, there was an impulse within her to go back and find him.

Yet in the end, she couldn’t muster even a speck of Transcendent Power.

Even her legs had become numb; she couldn’t take a single step forward, no matter how hard she tried.

“Your Highness?”

Afia was holding back her tears, not wanting to trouble the princess, and cautiously probed.

But Ivyst did not respond.

The once decisive presence had vanished, leaving her as lifeless as a dead tree.

“Stop!”

Suddenly, a cautious voice broke the silence not far away.

Everyone looked up to find a Transcendent who was responsible for sealing off the mountain range.

Glancing at the emblem on their chest, it was undeniably from the Church of Heavenly Justice.

Morris stepped forward angrily, “Who do you think you’re talking to?!”

“This is Ivyst Roland Alexini, the Third Princess of the Saint Roland Empire! You’re just a bunch of church lapdogs, so get out of my way!”

However, this declaration didn’t carry the threatening weight he expected.

In fact, after Morris spoke, several of the church’s Transcendents exchanged glances, a hint of mockery in their eyes.

“Sorry, we don’t know any princess here. Our orders are to ensure that no living being leaves the Soren Mountain Range until the containment mission is complete.”

The leading Transcendent’s expression was cold.

At his signal, his subordinates drew their weapons.

The atmosphere turned tense.

“Please retreat to the restricted area first,” the Church’s Transcendent said lightly, gazing at the sullen group. “Even if you want to leave, wait until the command comes from the church.”

Before he could finish, another unexpected event occurred.

Duke Tilius had just prepared to step forward and deal with the disrespectful group.

As a Fifth Stage Legend, he had never regarded these church lackeys highly.

But before he could make his move, the leading Transcendent suddenly widened his eyes.

“Bang—”

With a muffled sound, a mass of black mud exploded from the area of his heart!

The Transcendent looked down at his now empty chest in disbelief, as if still trying to understand what had just happened.

As a Third Stage Transcendent, his position within the church was already high. After Bishop Mozer’s death, he had even temporarily taken over the bishop’s role under the request of the Second Prince Felix.

Never did he expect that his brief moment of glory would be cut short like this.

“Ha—ha—”

Stumbling a few steps forward under everyone’s astonished gaze, he finally fell to the ground with a thud, never to regain any life.

“You—”

Seeing this ridiculous scene, Duke Tilius was left dumbfounded.

He hadn’t even made a move, so how did this guy just drop dead?

But things weren’t over yet.

As if some invisible will was clearing their path, or perhaps just to fulfill a trial set by a great existence.

With a string of heart-rupturing sounds, over a hundred Transcendents from the Church of Heavenly Justice suddenly had their hearts crushed by some mysterious force. Their expressions froze on their faces.

They didn’t even have the chance to make a sound before collapsing to the ground like cut wheat.

Blood spread like a pool.

In an instant, every Transcendent from the Church of Heavenly Justice appeared to die in an eerie manner before everyone.

Greya seemed to sense something and turned back in shock.

Although at that moment the entire mountain was collapsing and the ground shook, he could no longer see the figure of that boy.

But he knew very well that this was definitely Lynn’s doing.

In a split second, he wiped out the church’s entire contingent of Transcendents.

Lynn, was this part of your plan too?

In Orlen City.

At this moment, the vast city was filled with panicking crowds and cries of despair.

After that inexplicable power erupted, most people in the city seemed cursed, throwing up black mud and collapsing weakly to the ground.

It was as if all their life force had left their bodies along with the black sludge.

This bizarre and terrifying phenomenon was undoubtedly a shattering of the worldview for the ordinary citizens who were used to their peaceful daily lives.

Though they believed in the divine, they had never witnessed any miracles.

Yet in the end, the terrifying disaster, akin to demons descending upon the earth, was the first to land upon them.

As time went on, those seemingly living black mud even underwent mutations.

Horrifying black figures began emerging from the flowing black goo, indiscriminately slaughtering anything alive around them.

In no time, the entire city was engulfed in chaos and flames.

Countless innocent citizens perished under this inexplicable calamity.

Although the churches summoned their Sealed Items and established some escape and isolation zones around the temples, it was merely a drop in the bucket for a city with over eight hundred thousand residents.

It was precisely in such a crisis that an unexpected figure stepped forward.

In the center of the City Square.

At this moment, with an invisible barrier unfolding, a lavishly dressed silver-haired young man was striding confidently toward the high platform amidst a throng of citizens.

His hands were clasped behind him, his expression cold and authoritative.

The reason Felix didn’t leave Orlen City immediately, but instead took the risk to stay, was precisely for this strategic move.

To him, it didn’t matter whether the citizens respected or feared him.

However, the Holy Oak organization had a specialized royal selection scoring method, with public opinion holding significant weight.

So, if he could leverage the chaos created by Ivyst to do some good, why not?

Just so happened that he came prepared with a high-level Sealed Item, which could protect many survivors in the city.

Looking at the tens of thousands of ordinary citizens gathered in the City Square and surrounding streets, seeing the expressions of reverence and relief in their eyes, the Second Prince Felix remained expressionless. After this incident, his name would spread widely in Orlen City and the surrounding areas.

People would remember his kindness and make him the biggest winner in this disaster.

That was enough.

Using amplification magic, he took a deep breath and slightly raised his voice: “You must remember my kindness, and never forget that it’s the Second Prince Felix of the Saint Roland Empire who is sheltering you right now.”

But just then, an unexpected turn of events occurred once again.

At the moment his words were about to land, a voice suddenly erupted, resonating throughout the entire city!

“Citizens! Remember, it’s not those lofty deities who save you from disaster right now, but Saint Roland Empire’s Third Princess Ivyst Roland Alexini.”

“She says there should be no impurities in this world.”

And just like that, the heavens and the earth underwent a dramatic transformation.

In an instant, the heavy leaden clouds hanging over the city dispersed, and the sunlight’s rays flooded back to the earth.

On the streets across the city, the monsters emerging from the black sludge collapsed with a roar, and the black muck flowing everywhere seemed summoned by some invisible force, retreating like a tide.

Those lucky enough to survive the disaster stared dumbfounded at the chaos around them, unable to utter a word.

After a moment, they finally snapped back to reality and broke into tears of relief.

Meanwhile, an unfamiliar name became deeply etched in their hearts.

Ivyst Roland Alexini.

“Sorry, I got distracted handling some other matters just now.”

Feeling the unrest in the mental realm, Lynn chuckled as he snapped back to attention.

At this moment, looking at the black stockings clutched in his hand, the Creation Demon could only regard him as if he’d gone mad.

Who else would pull out a woman’s stockings when staring death in the face if they weren’t crazy?

The Creation Demon’s eyes glimmered with a hint of mockery.

“Are you trying to put these on and dance for me, hoping to laugh a demon to death?”

At this moment, having recovered from the Thorns Crown’s attack, it had regained most of its control over Lynn’s body after wild plundering and assault.

Even if its rank had diminished, it was still no match for a mere First Stage brat.

Though it had been quite a struggle to reach this point, no amount of effort would bridge the gap in power.

“What are you saying?” Lynn seemed a bit displeased. “These are a lovely lady’s original stockings, of course, they’re meant to be used.”

Heh.

Looking at the youth who appeared to have completely lost his sanity, the Creation Demon decided to stop wasting breath with him.

In the mental realm, it launched a final, powerful strike at Lynn’s soul, intending to obliterate his conscious self with this attack.

Yet in the real world, Lynn controlled his body, making a move that took it by surprise.

He tightly gripped the stockings and shakily extended his hand before him, his expression solemn as if conducting some mysterious ritual.

Then suddenly, he buried his entire face into them, taking a deep breath.

What the heck?

The last thing he wanted to do before dying was this?

The Creation Demon seemed shocked by his action.

However, Lynn seized that fleeting opportunity and unleashed a final desperate shout.

It was as if he were protesting against the injustice of fate, or perhaps resisting the Creation Demon with all his might.

Yet the words that were about to escape his lips suddenly morphed into something entirely different.

“Witch Miss!”

“Save! Me! Ah!!!!”

“Boom—”

In the next moment, immense and boundless force shattered the barriers of time and space, causing the space behind Lynn to fracture, creating a pitch-black and unknown time-space passage.

A powerful and familiar pull surged forth, catching Lynn slightly by surprise.

Unlike the previous soul crossing.

This time, even his physical body was being drawn into that dark time-space passage in an instant.

And then, he vanished completely.

The speeding carriage raced through the chaotic streets.

Inside the carriage, Afia silently wiped her tears while sitting next to the princess.

Ivyst’s fair hands were tightly intertwined, her once delicate skin now scarred and bleeding from her unnoticed nail bites.

But she seemed oblivious to this pain, staring vacantly at the patterns on the carriage.

Afia had a bad premonition in her heart.

Having followed the princess for so many years, she had witnessed her endure countless adversities and failures.

Yet, not once did those failures ever bring her down.

Ivyst’s goal had always been unwavering, and despite the laughter of countless people, it never wavered—an obsession etched in her heart.

But now, Afia sensed that even that obsession seemed undetectable within the princess.

She couldn’t let her Highness continue like this.

Otherwise, something terrible would surely happen!

With that thought, Afia wanted to say something to Ivyst to temporarily grab her attention.

But just then, a familiar voice suddenly echoed throughout the entire city.

“Citizens! Remember, it’s not the high and mighty gods who save you from disaster, but Saint Roland Empire’s Third Princess Ivyst Roland Alexini.”

It’s the bad guy!

Afia’s tears suddenly became unstoppable.

She understood very well what would happen to him once he was tainted by the core characteristic of a Level 0 Sealed Item.

But, as if trying to escape reality, no one wanted to voice the truth.

Yet when Lynn’s voice echoed in her ears once more, Afia completely broke down.

Was the last thing he did before leaving this world all to help the princess realize her ideals?

Afia involuntarily glanced at the princess.

The instant she heard that phrase, the lifeless Ivyst, akin to a dead tree, finally showed a flicker of response.

Her body trembled slightly.

Not because she felt joy from hearing Lynn’s voice again.

On the contrary.

After that declaration, she could no longer sense any life force from him through the mark left upon his chest.

The entire process felt like a silent, secret farewell.

In an instant, Ivyst felt the world spin around her. “Wow!” she retched blood, then collapsed completely into unconsciousness.