Fallen Chronicles

Chapter 182 Chapter 182: Suthia's Restarted Life (Part 2)

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Fortunately.

A wave of dark matter, carrying the aura of destruction hurled from afar and charging directly at Suthia. These insubstantial dark materials couldn't be weakened by the degenerated holy light as before. Suthia had no choice but to dodge.

And with her spellcasting interrupted, the undead vines without her control, loosened their grip significantly. With the help of Eileen at her side, the barely alive cat girl managed to struggle free from them.

Dark matter is the domain of "Special Ability" professions, also considered the specialty of a certain person.

Of course, the current attack paled in comparison to Lena's capabilities.

Suthia, lifting her head, was starting to get annoyed. Her tyrannical eyes observed a new figure joining the battle, floating mid-air, an unexpected presence.

The golden ponytail fluttering in the wind, the small, fluttering wings on her back, and the peach-heart-shaped tail glowing pink in the night, all revealed her identity.

After the strike, two black energy spheres quickly condensed in Caroline's hands and were hurled directly at the nun below.

*Boom!*

As Lena's personal secretary trained in close quarters, Caroline's capabilities were not limited to administration. In terms of power, this succubus secretary was several levels above the previous maid, Eileen, and Ashu.

Moreover, her mode of attack could avoid being countered by Suthia's newfound strange abilities. For a time, under Caroline's relentless magical barrage, Suthia seemed utterly defenseless.

Until...

Caroline, seizing the opportunity to press her attack, transformed the dark matter into a whip-like weapon, lashing its sharp tip fiercely at the nun below.

Then, to her surprise, the whip easily penetrated the nun's body, causing Caroline to pause momentarily. But quickly...

"You all... Is this never going to end?"

As the dust from the magical bombardment settled, Suthia's figure was revealed, with blood spreading from a wound on her shoulder where Caroline's whip had pierced. Although the attack was successful, Caroline felt no joy. Instead, her expression changed dramatically, and just as she thought to release the whip, it was already too late.

From Suthia's body, holy light sparkled, reaching Caroline through the whip and instantly spreading to her body in mid-air. The light then transformed into the previous grey mist, rapidly corroding Caroline's body. With a muffled groan, she plummeted straight down from the sky.

'Finally getting rid of these annoying flies.'

'Oh…'

'So that's how it is?'

After sweeping through the maid, Eileen, Ashu, and later Caroline.

Suthia, watching as others seemed to be buying time for her, had regained some strength. Nova, emerging from the city hall's raging fires, now wore a smile of delight instead of impatience.

"Sister Nova, I already spared you once. Why do you still come here?"

The dragon lady's cold purple eyes stared at the nun, now in a black dress and wielding a black scythe. Nova shook her head and coldly said, "Stop this, Thia."

"Stop? Heh, heh heh~... Nova, do you really think, in your current state, you can make me stop? Do you deserve to stand before me?"

Facing the nun's mockery, the Nova slightly lifted her chin in arrogance, as if using her pride to retort. It was her honor as a "Vanguard," even if she had lost much power due to the ritual, she shouldn't be losing to a "Priestess."

"You'll know soon enough whether I deserve it or not."

The dragon lady's body burst into flames. Nova's gaze swept over her companions already beaten down by Suthia one after another. All these transformed into her anger, her fighting spirit, her power.

Boom!*

Suthia, wielding a giant scythe, charged. Nova, who used to react easily, now found her movements sluggish due to her significant power loss. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, she barely blocked the nun's scythe, but the sheer force sent her flying.

Before the dragoness could land, Suthia's figure reappeared. The scythe in the nun's hand left a trail of afterimages, and Nova, mid-air, had nowhere to dodge, forced to endure these attacks.

Then, with a "thud" sound, Suthia's final heavy scythe strike hammered Nova from the air to the ground, her dragon scale armor now shattered.

The dragoness struggled to rise from the ground, but then, the next moment...

Thud!*

Suthia's black high heels were already stomping on Nova, preventing any chance of her getting up.

The nun looked down at Nova, struggling beneath her foot, utterly powerless. Nova had been utterly overpowered by Suthia in just a few moves, and Suthia let out a bell-like giggle.

"Hahahaha~ How long has it been since we last met, sister Nova? How come you can't even beat Thia anymore?"

"Could it be because..."

"Nova, did you do something bad behind Thia's back and get punished?"

Initially, the dragon lady wanted to retort stubbornly, but Suthia's words immediately weakened her defiant spirit, accepting the reality of her defeat.

Indeed, she was now far behind 'them' in her temporary weakened state.

Nova could only plead weakly with Suthia: "Thia, it's all me, take it out on me... please don't harm Master As..."

Before she could even finish mentioning 'Master Ashen', it seemed to touch a sensitive nerve in Suthia, who stomped on the dragon lady's back, cutting off Nova's words.

"Is that so? Since that's the case, I'll satisfy Nova wishes."

"Hmm, let me think. I was planning to dismantle Lord Ashen's troublesome parts, but since my dear sister loves Lord Ashen so much, I'll start by dismantling something on you."

"Let's start... here."

As she spoke, Suthia's gaze fell on Nova's head, specifically on the majestic dragon horns symbolizing her race.

Realizing the nun's intent, Nova started to struggle violently.

"No! Please, Thia, not there... No!"

Suthia paid no heed to Nova's pleas. She placed the scythe on Nova's dragon horns, exerting force to cut them off. However, despite her loss of much strength, Nova's body, especially her horns, remained as the most robust part of the dragon race.

Seeing that forceful cutting wouldn't work, the nun didn't persist. Amidst Nova's continuous shaking, Suthia smiled slyly, placing her hand on the dragon horns. Then, she unleashed the holy light, which was, in fact, the 'degraded' grey mist holy light.

"No, don't...!!"

Amid Nova's desperate and heart-wrenching cries, mixed with some strange, indescribable emotions, her dragon horns, corroded by the grey mist, finally became brittle. With Suthia's forceful effort...

*Crack. Crack!*

"Noooooooooooooo!!"

The moment her dragon horns were severed by the nun, Nova let out a soul-tearing scream. Although it didn't affect her physically much, since dragon horns can regrow much like hair, it was a devastating blow to her spirit.

Suthia watched as Nova's eyes, under her foot, turned dull and lifeless, devoid of any sparkle. After being robbed of her horns, the dragon lady's eyes filled with tears, her lips quivered, and her face bore the expression of humiliation and disgrace. A victorious smile curled on the nun's lips.

It was the curve of vengeance.

As if that wasn't enough, Suthia leaned down to whisper into the ears of the prostrate dragoness, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"Nova's dragon horns are so pretty. Thia will turn them into ornaments and wear them on her head."

"And then, I'll go and do those things with Lord Ashen that you sent me in those videos."

"Wearing your horns while doing it… Hehehe~!"