Chapter 180: Different sides (1/2)

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In a vast field with nothing but rock, sand, and unfertile ground, two silhouettes could be seen on the edge of a cliff, gazing at the endless horizon.

Above them, the dark sky was filled with nothing more than a large crimson moon, shining with an eerie glow.

Of the two silhouettes, the one standing on the front was a beautiful winged woman. She had three pairs of large crimson wings. Her long beautiful golden air flowed freely in the wind, while her apathetic scarlet eyes scanned this world with no life.

She was Dhalia Industria, the first blessed of Industria and also one of the first angels in existence.

Now though, after discarding her name, she went by the name of Nihil, a servant of the Mother Goddess of Chaos and the leader of the Wings of Freedom.

”Zwei, how is the situation?”

Finally breaking the silence, Nihil turned to face the tall figure behind her.

Zwei was a tall woman, easily reaching 190 cm, a height that when paired with her buxom figure, would make many drool at the sight. Even more so since what she wore was just a pair of short hot pants and a bikini top.

She had pale grey skin, and two black horns adorned her head. On her back, was a massive two-handed sword, its edges razor-sharp.

Ibuki Douji, the ex-leader of the Oni-tribes now known as Zwei scratched her head before groaning.

”Well, It's pretty bad, I guess? The mother-daughter pair in Lustburg seems to have made more lasting damage than we had thought. Hahaha. To think that this bro-con Lilith became so much stronger. It's shame I couldn't participate.”

Nihil frowned, before releasing a sigh. She knew that Zwei was a complete battle junkie.

At the same time, she could not help but frown.

During their attack on Lustburg, their three weakest members had been dispatched, accompanied by puppets of Drei.

At that time, the mission should have been extremely easy. But it seemed that they had underestimated Lustburg too much.

As a result, not only was Zehn captured by the enemies but neither Drei nor Acht were left unscathed.

”A wound to their souls, was it?”

She murmured, the frown on her face growing deeper.

Soul attacks were something even someone at her level could not use. It wasn't just a question of power, but an understanding of how to break the physical plane to attack the ephemeral.

”How bad is it?”

Zwei shrugged, ”Well, that little coward got lucky? Even though his body is wracked by pain at least from what Eins said, he isn't really at risk of dying. The problem is—”

”Drei.”

”Indeed. Acht possesses both a physical living body to protect his soul. As such, even though it's slow, his body is nourishing his soul. What's more, from what he said, it's clear that the princess didn't control her power.

But for Drei, not only was Lilith way stronger than her daughter, but Zwei is nothing more than a soul anchored to the physical plane by the power of grudge. His soul cannot heal by itself. The only reason he didn't die was because of the distance between the phylactery holding his soul and his puppets.”

Giving a faint smile, she continued, ”Anyway, he is fucked. Currently, if he even dares to use his Avatar, he would most likely crumble to dust after doing so. The only way to heal him would be attacking the underworld but...heh.”

Nihil pinched her eyes, even for her, attacking the underworld would be problematic.

It wasn't just about the fact that Anubis was the first mortal to achieve the level of Demi-God.

The underworld was his territory. A very powerful territory formed after stealing and taking control of a part of the Afterlife Dimension.

Fighting a demi-god in their own territory was tantamount to asking for a beating.

Fleeing from it with Drei's soul back then had already been a miracle possible because the Necromancer King had been absent.

Of course, since she was a dimensional mage, she was basically moving with her own territory every time. But she understood very well that if she declared war on Anubis, then her endeavor would become far more difficult to achieve.

”Not easy being the leader of a rebellion, heh?”

As she put her hands behind her head. Her posture was completely nonchalant, denoting her lack of care about the situation.

”Your wound aggravated, Drei is wounded, Acht is wounded, Zehn was captured. If Neun did not manage to take the sword away, then this whole mission would have been a fiasco — Say, are you still fit to be our leader?”