Shia said as she threw her sword towards the High Lord.
“You’re too late!”
The High Lord blocked the sword and stretched out a hand towards me.
The moment when he tried to touch me, his hand was thrown back.
It was no surprise, as he had thrust his arm into my own reactive barrier.
“What! How is it that you can create such a barrier!”
“There is no magic that something as low as you can use that I can’t.”
I said very smugly.
Actually, I had just learned it from him a moment ago, but there was no need for him to know that.
I fought against the pain in my head as I searched the area with magic.
The protection of the god of the dark ones. The barrier’s core should be somewhere around here.
And then I found it.
However, it also restricted who could approach it. And it was too far to run to.
And so I cast Marionette on myself. It was a magic that forced your body to move.
Now my body was moving on its own and rushing towards the core.
Now I was inside. My muscles were being torn apart. My awareness grew hazy.
However, Marionette would not let me rest. My body continued to move without concern.
However, the speed of Marionette was slower than my usual speed.
And the High Lord now realized what I was trying to do.
He charged towards me. He was faster.
“You must be confident to ignore me!”
Shia stabbed him from the back as he tried to slash at me.
It was the sword that she had originally brought with her.
The stronger you were, the harsher the restriction was inside of the barrier.
Shia was strong, but not as strong as me. And so she could move faster.
The High Lord shrieked, then swung his sword at Shia.
Shia dodged him desperately, but could not move fast enough. Her shoulder was slashed open and blood sprayed in the air.
Right then, I arrived at the core and destroyed it with the Devil King Sword.
And with that, the protection of the god of the dark ones faded.
At the same time, the High Lord was about to deal a death blow to Shia as he swung his sword.
I deactivated Marionette and in a flash, reached the High Lord and cut off his sword arm.
And I wouldn’t stop there.
I reinforce my left hand with magic and slam it into his jaw. For a split second, the High Lord does not move.
Without waiting for an instant, I cut off the High Lord’s head with the Devil King Sword.
But he does not give up. Once again, he begins to transform into a mist in order to escape.
“Don’t think I’ll allow you!”
I swung at him again.
And then Gerberga let out another cry.
Only the High Lord’s head remained, as the rest turned into ash.