“Damn it! This woman is going for the kill!”
The mage wearing a monocle let out a strange cry and, without hesitation, shredded a scroll on his person.
“Run! Every man for himself!”
In an instant, the corner of the theater transformed into a colorful display of magical fireworks.
A cloud of silver-blue mist exploded, and one mage vanished from his spot, instantly reappearing at the edge of a hole ten meters away. Another individual, looking like a thief, blended directly into the air, leaving behind only the faint sound of footsteps.
Smoke, blindness spells, poison clouds, and summons of all sizes—treants, wolf packs, and rats—turned the scene into a chaotic mess.
“My Saintess, is this what you wanted me to witness?” Miaoyue was startled by the aggressive cultists and whispered into Sophie’s ear, “I don’t really like watching this.”
You’ve used moonlight to burn so many single people over the last five hundred years, and yet you’re saying this to me now?
“These are traitors,” Sophie explained. “If you don’t pull them up by the roots, it’s easy to get stabbed in the back later.”
“Even if they are traitors, we could still—”
“Open your mouth.”
“Ah?”
Miaoyue blinked in confusion and subconsciously let out a sound.
【Log: Due to the successful use of [Pickpocketing] on the [New Moon Witch], Pickpocketing proficiency has increased significantly and has now reached Lv.9.】
Crunch.
The sound of honey and nuts breaking echoed.
Miaoyue’s eyes lit up slightly.
“Tastes good. This flavor is...”
“Talk after you finish eating.”
“Oh...”
Miaoyue began nibbling on a Honey Almond Cookie.
Having finished feeding Miaoyue, Sophie watched the ongoing extermination with a clear conscience.
Little Yue was single-threaded and had a memory of only nine seconds; she would often forget her previous worries as soon as she finished a cookie.
“New Moon Bombardment. New Moon Bombardment. New Moon Bombardment.”
Modi was intentionally showing off in front of the Goddess, even though she wasn't looking at all. He continuously waved his staff, unleashing blasts that quickly wiped out the cultists attempting to flee.
The clashing of blades and the chanting of spells rang out in unison.
Only despair remained on the faces of Elizabeth’s followers.
They never imagined that the new Saintess would actually dare to move against them so openly.
Did she not want their sponsorship anymore?
The mage with the monocle gritted his teeth and pulled a premium parchment scroll with flowing golden runes from his robes.
This was his final trump card for survival.
【Log: The [Leader of Elizabeth's Remnants] has shredded the high-tier scroll [Etherification].】
Dense ethereal mana instantly enveloped the mage with the monocle.
Under the flow of that golden light, the mage’s body became translucent, as if he had been forcibly stripped away from the physical laws of reality.
A New Moon cultist swung a longsword down with all his might.
There was no sound of clashing metal.
The longsword passed through the mage’s shoulder without any resistance, as if cutting through a cloud of mist, without even leaving a ripple.
Immediately following that, several arcane missiles released by Modi whistled through the air, similarly passing through the mage’s translucent body and slamming into the floor, blasting a large crater.
This was the power of the high-tier survival scroll, 【Etherification】.
For the brief duration of the spell, the caster hides within the Ethereal Plane, where no spells or attacks from Reality can touch their physical form.
The price was an extremely high manufacturing cost and the inability to cast any offensive spells during its duration.
The mage didn't stop for a second; he pushed off with his legs and charged directly toward the remaining wall of the theater.
Swoosh.
Like a ghost, he passed directly through the wall, leaving all the sounds of slaughter behind him.
As long as he reached the wilderness outside the city and found a hidden mine to hide in until this storm passed...
Inside the theater, Modi turned his head, his expression darkening.
“Saintess, that fellow has escaped. The Etherification scroll won't last long; I will pursue him immediately...”
Modi had just raised his cane.
Sophie slightly raised her hand, pressing her palm down.
“No need to trouble yourself. I’ll handle it.”
Modi’s movements paused.
“Uh, the Saintess is... personally going to pursue him?”
It wasn't that he lacked confidence in the Saintess’s combat power.
It was simply that he had never seen the Saintess actually attack.
While that oil-paper umbrella was a magic tool of unknown power and its defense was certainly strong—even blocking his own Mana Torrent—still...
The Saintess’s mana level...
He wasn't doubting her; he just wasn't sure.
“Continue the cleanup. I’ll be back shortly,” Sophie said.
She pulled a well-crafted agarwood coffin, roughly the size of a washbasin, from her bag.
Then, she placed the miniature coffin steadily on the floor.
Sophie lifted the hem of her deep blue skirt, raised her small deerskin boot, and stepped one foot directly into the mini-coffin.
“Sophie, Ascending!”
With a crisp declaration.
【Log: Passive skill [Trapped in Grave Soil (Reversed)] is in effect! The system has detected you are attempting to sleep in a coffin; the Forced Escape law has been activated!】
【Log: You have achieved the achievement [Leaving the Earth] and gained 2 Free Attribute Points.】
Boom!
Like a solid cannonball fired from a heavy siege ballista, the moment Sophie’s feet touched the bottom of the coffin, she shot upward at a steep angle, instantly piercing through the concealment of the illusion barrier above and soaring into the clouds.
Hearing the noise, Modi turned around, but aside from the Moon Goddess who was still chewing away, where was the Saintess?
He looked up, only seeing a rapidly shrinking black dot.
Modi’s jaw nearly hit the floor.
W-what kind of speed was that for a flight spell?
There wasn't even a ripple of mana!
Rate on N.U.
