Olivia's Counterattack

Rumble...

Thunder rumbled across the sky, exploding within the mass of dark clouds. The incandescent light cast a deathly pale glow over the earth.

Olivia Melianne wore her black and white nun’s habit without a hood. Her long golden hair was soaked by the rain, and water droplets slid down her fair face, but she didn't care in the least.

Clutching the Cross Grace tightly in her hand, she arrived beside a small alley.

She had been using the magic mirror to provide her with the movement routes of the members of the Twilight Council. She found that the closer she got to Huys Square, the more densely packed the council members became, making it difficult to avoid everyone.

If she couldn't avoid them, then she wouldn't.

Olivia stood at the corner of the alley, motionless, silently counting down in her mind.

Three, two, one!

Almost at the exact moment the countdown ended, without even looking ahead, Olivia swung the Cross Grace, tracing a brilliant silver arc through the air.

Thud!

At the mouth of the alley, a headless corpse collapsed silently. Nearby, a head hit the ground and rolled away into the muddy, rain-drenched earth.

Bright red blood spread out, rapidly diluted by the rhythmic beating of the rain.

This was a member of the Twilight Council, a Pilgrim by class rank, who didn't even know how he had died.

'Magic mirror, magic mirror, when will this body be discovered?'

【Based on the fixed movement routes of the Twilight Council members, it will likely be discovered in about ten minutes.】

This wasn't a prophecy of the future; it was a judgment based on the current situation.

Olivia trusted the magic mirror's judgment.

Ten minutes was enough!

She ignored the corpse at her feet and turned into the alley, taking a circuitous route toward Huys Square.

She walked at a steady pace, striking several more times along the way to slay several council members. Her movements were clean and efficient, causing blossoms of crimson blood to bloom in various corners of Huys Street on this rainy day.

Close, she was getting closer!

She began to hear sounds.

They were the voices of the captured residents—crying, screaming, and pleading for help.

The voices were laced with pain, fear, and despair, yet they also held a flicker of hope and anticipation.

They were so afraid, yet they still expected to be saved.

They were so hopeless, yet they still clung to the hope deep within their hearts.

Who was their hope?

Olivia did not approach the residents. It wasn't that she didn't want to save them, but there were other things she had to do first.

Rescuing them too early might not necessarily be a good thing.

She arrived at Huys Square silently and saw that massive altar once again.

On the altar, the dense Sylvan Runes were dizzying to behold. Countless words representing death were carved into it, every stroke shockingly vivid.

The method to destroy the altar wasn't that complicated; she only needed to alter the Sylvan Runes on it.

However...

Olivia's gaze swept across the area and saw corpse servants stationed beneath the altar.

These were ordinary corpse servants.

The iron corpse servants had been sent out by Dalia Sullivan to patrol the surroundings and search for her. Those left behind to guard were all ordinary corpse servants.

To transform an ordinary corpse servant into an iron corpse servant required metallic spiritual materials as a catalyst. Even for someone like Dalia, it was clearly impossible to convert all of her corpse servants into iron ones.

Although ordinary corpse servants weren't iron ones, they looked identical on the outside, making them highly deceptive.

If Olivia hadn't been able to see the truth of the corpse servants through the magic mirror, she might have actually been deceived.

When she was still a Pilgrim, she hadn't feared these ordinary corpse servants, let alone now that she was a Sensate.

Now, let the duel begin!

Olivia was fully prepared. Her figure suddenly lunged forward like a coiled spring, rushing toward the nearest corpse servant.

Before the creature could react, she swung the Cross Grace and stabbed it directly into its head, killing it on the spot.

Corpse servants didn't fear ordinary injuries; even cutting off their heads was useless. However, there was a wisp of soul fire inside the head, which was the foundation of a corpse servant's existence.

Once the soul fire was destroyed, the corpse servant would naturally lose its ability to fight.

Olivia's movements were swift. After shattering the first corpse servant's soul fire, the Cross Grace in her hand left an afterimage as it plunged into the head of a second corpse servant, crushing its soul fire as well.

Only then did the remaining corpse servants suddenly turn around, their eerie gazes landing on her.

This also meant that Dalia Sullivan, the Necromancer of the Transcender class rank, had noticed her presence.

A Sensate facing an enemy of the Transcender class rank?

For anyone else, such an action would be considered suicidal. Since the distinction between class ranks existed, there was naturally a stark difference in strength between them.

But Olivia was different.

She was cheating.

Olivia had no intention of retreating. She swung the Cross Grace and launched another attack at the next corpse servant.

At the same time, a swarm of corpse servants rushed forward.

Poof!

Olivia pierced the head of the corpse servant in front of her, then quickly spun around to swing the Cross Grace at the others. The sword-like weapon gleamed coldly amidst the freezing rain.

The clash unfolded rapidly.

Her movements were agile as she maneuvered back and forth, slaying the corpse servants one by one. In a short time, many of their bodies lay slumped on the ground.

Suddenly, the remaining corpse servants retreated in unison, maintaining a distance from Olivia.

From behind the group of corpse servants, Dalia Sullivan approached, wearing a black cloak.

Her blood-red eyes stared at Olivia, a faint, mocking smile on her lips. She didn't seem worried about Olivia's performance at all.

"What an interesting fellow. Your class rank actually increased in the blink of an eye? Do you carry advancement materials with you at all times? But how could one carry such things around?"

Dalia spoke unhurriedly, her gaze deep as if she had perceived something but didn't point it out directly.

"Of course, whatever you have, it will belong to me from now on."

Dalia pointed at Olivia, and several corpse servants following behind her immediately charged forward.

This time, the ones rushing up were no longer ordinary corpse servants, but iron corpse servants.

'Magic mirror, tell me where the weaknesses of these iron corpse servants are.'

Olivia immediately chanted in her heart.

The hardest thing to deal with when facing a Necromancer of the Transcender class rank was the iron corpse servant. But what if the iron corpse servant's weakness was no longer a secret?

The answer was quickly provided by the magic mirror.