Reborn As The Villain

Chapter 222 - 194: Was That A Goddess?

Chapter 222: Chapter 194: Was That A Goddess?Arthur and the others were still fighting the knight in the hall connected to the door that leads to the nave.

The hall was damaged so much by their frequent attacks that the ceiling was on the verge of collapse. One of the giant statues was already rubble from Flora being kicked into it by the knight.

The archers ran out of mana and arrows so it was only Toldur, Anais, Arthur and Flora fighting the knight now.

Toldur was protecting both Anais and Sabrina from the knight's onslaught.

'The previous guy wasn't this strong. Surely just donning another set of armor and having different movesets couldn't make him that much stronger?'

He sounds and acts exactly the same like the red knight so why is he so much different than the fat knight?

'He keeps going on about us being bacteria and that he should eliminate us before we spread our diseases.'

Could this knight be one of the white cells that defends the body against dangerous bacteria? It sounds ridiculous in theory but it's possible that even the blood cells were turned into Blight Things.

No wonder these knights were so strong. It was in their nature to eradicate vermin.

'Well, that brings me nowhere closer to how we can defeat this thing. It has no weaknesses besides its head. Unlike the fat knight, this one isn't prone to openings. It'll be impossible to stun it while attacking like this. At least this knight is alone.'

Both Flora and Arthur were holding back. Arthur probably had the same worry as her: the worry that they won't have enough strength to fight the dead king if they go all-out now.

The knight was fast and strong but the two of them could keep up barely. They managed to get a surprise hit on the bewildered knight the first time.

The knight threw a plethora of lightning spears at them. Arthur managed to manifest a dome made from his white aura before the spears could hit him. The skill the knight used wasn't just any ordinary skill. The spears were so powerful that they destroyed most of the hall.

Arthur managed to create a dome that was capable of blocking them. The knight expected Arthur to get damaged by his skills so his guard lowered a bit, thinking only Flora was left.

Flora managed to land a cheap shot on him. She didn't aim for the head. She went for his legs instead. He was way too nimble for her liking. In fact, it pisses her off how much he dodges. He never defends. Well, spears aren't really ideal for blocking attacks, just deflecting them.

Besides that, none of them managed to get a good hit in yet.

The armor was once again an obstacle for Flora. Her crappy B-class sword could do almost nothing to his armor.

"—Miss Flora, jump!" Arthur yelled.

Flora didn't hesitate and jumped.

"[Quagmire of The Swamp]!" Anais shouted. Immediately the floor they were standing on turned into a muddy substance that shot up in the air and swallowed the knight as if it were alive.

A gas-like cloud then drifted over the floor that had turned into mud.

"Shoot fire arrows!" Anais shouted at the archers, "It doesn't matter how weak the flame is! I can increase the power if it makes a connection with the [Ignis Cloud]!"

"Roger!" the archers immediately shot fire arrows, aiming for the gas cloud.

Anais swung her staff up. An inferno shot up from the ground the moment the arrows pierced through the cloud of gas. The flame was so intense that Flora could feel the heat even though she was standing behind Anais.

'...Is that really just a simple [Ignite] spell?'

Anais didn't even utter an incantation, which usually determines whether the spell will be at full power or not(if shortened for convenience). All Anais did was swing her staff.

There exists only a minority of mages who can cast spells chantless without impacting the power of said spell. Spells and words coincide in magic. The words help mages imagine the spell they want to create. You must have a rich imagination and a big visual library to become a mage.

The abovementioned is different from person to person.

Usually, someone capable of casting spells chantless or increasing the overall output of a spell beyond its confirmed limit, is an experienced wizard or elite mage that had studied arcane arts for decades. Or it could be a genius born every 100 years.

Could Anais be a genius?

"Phew, the air feels hot." Anais fanned her neck.

She turned to Arthur and did a "V" sign. Arthur smiled back at her.

"Huh, the floor hardened again." Toldur hit the floor that had become something resembling a sculpture. In the centre of it all was a ball-like sculpture, and within it was the knight.

It's obvious that the knight wasn't dead yet. There's no way that it'll be killed just like that.

Anais' plan was to immobilize the knight so that the vanguards can take care of him.

Arthur charged forward while covered in a dense white energy. He surrounded his sword in that same energy and roared as he swung it down.

There was suddenly the sound of two sword clashing, which was followed by a powerful rumble.

Arthur was sent flying back. He managed to land on his feet.

A bigger rumble resounded when the ball-like sculpture shattered, scattering its debris in all directions.

The knight emerged. He put his foot down, slamming it so hard that the floor beneath him was crushed.

"YOU VERMIN! SCOUNDRELS! DISEASE-RIDDEN FILFTH! Listen, you pitiful lot! You cower behind feeble resistance to your inevitable demise, quaking in fear—and hiding behind shields and magic—at the mere sight of true valour. Your hearts tremble like leaves in the wind, while mine beats with the thunderous rhythm of bravery! You skulk in the shadows of your doubt, while I stride forth bathed in the radiant light of courage, facing my enemies with an empowering will! Could you lot even compare!? No! Your feeble attempts at resistance crumble like brittle parchment before my might. Face me if you dare, but know this: your cowardice stains the very honor you claim to uphold! Tremble before a true knight, for your weakness shall be your downfall!"

"Ugh, why do we have to listen to his damn speeches! Just attack!"

"Hahahahah! Do you honestly believe that I am the only one who will stop you!? There are more of us out there eliminating bacteria from this realm! If I perish then another will take my place! I am only warning you, scum! I will do my utmost as a loyal warrior to the throne and a true knight! The ultimate weapon of the Blight King will live on through my comrades! They too will prove their valor to you scoundrels!"

"—Fallacy."

A sword with a golden blade pierced through the chest of the knight.

"Uack!?" the knight was suddenly lifted in the air with overwhelming strength.

"What the..."

"Who's that..."

"How did that woman appear out of thin air...?"

A woman, easily measuring close to 7ft was lifting the knight as if he were a toy. She had no armor to speak of but wore a helmet on her head and a purple dress that contrasted her blood-red hair and porcelain skin.

What was especially astounding was that this woman had no presence nor signature so Flora didn't even sense her.

She blinked one moment then the woman appeared the next.

"Evil does not have the right to use the words 'valour and honour'. You are merely delusional." The woman flung the knight to the side, "Face the Eternal Flame of Judgment."

"GUUUUAHHHHH!" A golden flame engulfed the knight, burning his body to ash in mere seconds.

"My sword never lies, it seems." The woman let go of her sword. It levitated next to her.

"Return to where you belong, Cursed One. Reunite with the king you so wholly worship for comfort."

The woman started flying, landing right in front of the group.

Thinking that she was going to hurt them too, Flora readied her sword.

She knows one thing: the woman in front of her is no mere monster. Her strength is leagues above what could be considered humanely possible. Then again, she easily measured 7ft so she's probably from some race related to giants.

"Do not be afraid. I only hurt those that deserve suffering," her melodious voice sounded calm and gentle, "I have come to understand that you are in

He could do nothing even though the woman was just staring at him.

Arthur fell on all fours after giving up.

Shirley and Anais stood in front of Arthur, glaring at the woman.

"You have a responsibility as a champion of the gods. Do not let the little things stop you from carrying out that responsibility. Remember that you should not expect others to help you if you stumble along the way. It's the feeble and stupid who cannot find a clear path to victory without relying on friends."

Arthur slowly recovered while being held on by Anais and Shirley.

The woman then said softly, "I know what you seek."

"....!" Arthur's eyes widened.

"It is located on the 99th world, protected by four guardians. They will judge you and decide whether you deserve it or not. If they decide that you do not deserve it then your fate as a hero is sealed," the woman continued walking, "If you do not die at the hands of the guardians then come back once you're worthy."

The woman's back grew smaller as she continued walking. The echo of her bare feet tapping on the marbled floor was the only sound in this great hall.

She entered the room on the other side of the door, not sparring them another glance.

The door closed shut. Immediately after they felt a rumble so powerful that they almost lost their footing.

A violent scream reverberated, one resembling a monster.

It wasn't even 10 seconds later that the hall went quiet again.

Everyone in the group looked at each other, not knowing how to react.

One question went through Flora's mind:

Did I just meet a goddess?