Chapter 379

Chapter 379 – Pure Sanctuary

Lolan Hill looked ahead at Osuna, feeling a wave of emotion. During this period, she had not intended to provoke the other party further; once her potions were prepared and the competition concluded, she planned to put an end to the chaos. However, things unfolded in such a peculiar way that they met again here.

She did not want to speak, even though Tesid’s pendant offered some protection, it was not entirely secure. Her azure-transparent eyes glimmered faintly under the hood, then she gently waved her staff, causing a gentle breeze to blow through the sanctuary, lingering softly. The world seemed to become extraordinarily clear, with no speck of dust in the air. The ancient walls, the delicate marble patterns, the silk threads on the white robes, the tiny flame of oil in the candles—all were clearly visible.

The students from the Fortress Academy felt as if they had stepped into another world, a particularly pure one. At the same time, the demonic sequence magic within them rapidly dissipated, while the sanctuary seemed to be filled only with the pure, white angelic sequence magic.

“This body itself is a sanctuary of purity.” The silver-haired girl murmured internally, then activated her [Purification Domain] ability in conjunction with her staff, creating a unique earthly sanctuary that significantly weakened all magic and extraordinary powers except those of the angelic sequence.

Seeing Lolan Hill’s actions, Osuna reacted immediately. Deep red light marks swiftly appeared in the void and shot out.

Two azure flames cross swords crossed in the air, slashing towards the deep red light mark, producing a violent tremor. The light mark shattered, but the two flaming cross swords remained intact. Two ‘angels’ with snowy white wings floated undamaged in front of Lohil, blocking the sudden attack. Under their hoods, their heads lifted proudly, looking down disdainfully at these attackers.

Following that, six winged ‘angels’ charged into the enemy ranks, swinging azure flame swords, cutting down these weak opponents. One by one, students from the Fortress Academy were forced back by barriers.

Impossible! Osuna could not believe what she was seeing. She raised her black sleeve, attempting to use her plague talent to corrode her opponent and contaminate this special domain. Unfortunately, Lolan Hill’s talents were specialized in concepts like wind, purity, and perception—virtually Osuna’s nemesis. As a result, her spells and skills were completely ineffective.

Seeing fewer and fewer subordinates around her, Osuna grew anxious. She stopped questioning why her talents were failing and drew her pitch-black rose longsword to fight these ‘angels.’ Previously trained elite troops also gathered around her, fighting together.

As their magic power continuously drained, these individuals became weaker and weaker, eventually relying solely on physical strength to swing their swords, unable to use extraordinary skills and abilities. Consequently, many students from the Fortress Academy gradually withdrew under the ‘angels’ onslaught, leaving only five elites standing. The rest lay on the ground, moaning in pain, blood flowing, and the air filled with the smell of burning.

Although the ‘angels’ held a significant advantage, they lost two of their own during the fighting, leaving only four ‘angels’ surrounding the five. Seeing this scene, two ‘angels’ guarding the girl bowed to ask for permission. After receiving the silver-haired girl’s consent, they quickly joined the battle, leaving the other two ‘angels’ to continue protecting Lolan Hill in the center.

The four previously somewhat exhausted ‘angels’ gained immense strength with the addition of two comrades, making Osuna’s side precarious. The five already weakened individuals fell one after another, and the remaining two subordinates, seeing the situation, fought desperately to temporarily hold off the ‘angels,’ buying Osuna a chance to escape.

But Osuna did not run. She could not accept such a humiliating defeat. Her anger, jealousy, and resentment had overwhelmed her reason.

How could this happen? How could I fail here? My side is filled with geniuses from the entire academy, none below Sequence 6. If I retreat in disgrace, how will I face the ridicule of the natural sequence students? That girl in the forest would surely look down on me too.

Recalling that day in the valley, although she did not conquer the remaining clubs in the academy, that day was the happiest for her because the girl agreed to her proposal, leading to a temporary truce. A short peace was insignificant, but the agreement made her feel that she stood on the same level and platform as the other party, recognized by that girl. Her formerly lowly and anxious heart found true satisfaction at that moment.

However, the tremendous loss now shattered her previous dream. Was she still so weak and powerless? With such an overwhelming advantage, she was easily defeated by the enemy. Was she really that incompetent? The reality before her constantly questioned her, making her feel resentful and anxious.

The figure moved swiftly across the empty hall, the remaining magic power fully unleashed. The long sword swung like dark shadow, aiming straight at the motionless silver-haired girl.

The wind stirred by the sword slightly lifted the black veil, revealing the azure-transparent eyes. Silver hair scattered over her shoulders and pale collarbone. The black longsword wielded by her was blocked by two blue-flame cross swords, trembling in the air, unable to advance.

The four ‘angels’ who arrived later struck Osuna to the ground. Just as she prepared to struggle up and attack again, two pairs of hands pressed down on her wrists from the sides, followed by two more pairs gripping her shoulders tightly. Four white-robed ‘angels’ firmly restrained the Fortress Academy leader in place, forcing her to kneel unwillingly in front of Lolan Hill.

Looking at the purple-haired girl seemingly driven mad, Lolan Hill sighed slightly and extended her sleeve, revealing her fair wrist. She gently touched her forehead, activating her purification talent to break and dissolve the special power seed.

After being pinned down, she struggled to lift her head, gazing up at this mysterious girl, trying to see through the veil. Until those azure-transparent eyes entered her vision, pure and clear, with stars twinkling within, captivating and soothing. Then, her fair fingers covered her vision, a cool sensation spreading from her forehead, as if something inside her consciousness shattered. Vast memories surged forth, scenes from moments in time flashing repeatedly.

The banner of the wisteria crescent moon, the black legions covering the mountains, the raging flames, the fallen tall trees, the parting of people in disappointment, the ships sent far away, the witches narrating in the observatory, the watchtowers and high towers rising on the earth, the prosperous and glorious city, the floating aerial warships, the meteor falling at dusk, the banners of the ravens attacking, the figures emerging from the mist, the petite witch flipping through books, the fragmented space torn apart, the whispering voices in her ears, the silent screams falling into the abyss, the dark and silent years.

Osuna’s brief life of less than two decades seemed like a small boat adrift in a thousand-year-old ocean of memories, eventually sinking and leaving her unconscious.

Lolan Hill raised her sleeve again, a tranquil breeze of light flowing through the hall, healing the injured present and allowing them to enter a peaceful slumber.

“Help her to the side hall, find a bed for her to rest properly,” Lolan Hill said softly, looking at Osuna lying on the ground.

“Yes, Holy Maiden.”

(The End of Chapter 379)