Otome Shuraba: The villain heartthrob refuses to flirt

The sharp dagger inserted into the emperor's body without hesitation, and the screams echoed repeatedly in the sacrificial hall.

"No! You can't hurt me! If you hurt me, you will...ah!!"

Unlike the previous child's flesh and blood, the moment the emperor's pure blood spurted out, the black mist of the magic circle suddenly erupted.

The black mist suppresses the green light.

Erin's body stiffened suddenly, and the blood-stained dagger fell to the ground with a clang.

"Hiss... ha, ha ha..." Seeing Irene's face frozen in place, the emperor laughed tremblingly,

"Does it hurt? Is it a heartbreaking pain, as if a big hand is tearing your heart apart?

"Ha... I have already said that the soul-devouring array has been lit, and you can only be swallowed by me.

"The more you struggle, the faster the magic power in your body will drain away, and the weaker you will be."

weak?

Erin didn't care at all.

The spirit-devouring array will deprive her of her power by absorbing the flesh and blood of the royal family.

By absorbing the emperor's orthodox bloodline, the spirit-devouring formation will definitely become even more rampant.

Although all this was expected by Eileen, she never expected that it would hurt so much!

The bones and flesh seemed to have been stripped away by life, and the sharply declining magic power in the magic core could not resist the invasion of the black mist.

The black mist invaded from the wounds on his neck and waist, and the meridians all over his body felt like they had been repeatedly rolled over by thousands of steel needles, causing unbearable pain.

But none of this is the most terrifying.

What made Irene feel numb the most was that the wound she stabbed on the emperor's abdomen was healing quickly.

"Are you surprised?" Following Irene's line of sight, the emperor lowered his head and glanced at his bloody abdomen.

"Hehe, don't be surprised, I am using your magic power to heal the wound.

"Not only the wound on my abdomen, your magic power will also heal my broken body.

"When the spirit-devouring array swallows your elf heart together, my body will completely recover, and you...ah!!"

Before the emperor finished speaking, he screamed again.

Irene, who originally held the knife in one hand, now trembled with her hands and used all her strength to insert the dagger into the emperor's chest.

"You said you had to shake your brains out before you could talk to me. You really don't have a long memory.

“I don’t know where you got your confidence from, but you actually thought that if I dropped a dagger, it would be the end of the crossbow?

"You want to use my magic power to heal your body? Ha! It's just a foolish dream!"

The severe pain made Irene break into cold sweat, but she still gritted her teeth and plunged the dagger in her hand deeper.

"Isn't it just painful? What's the big deal? It's not a big deal. Who is afraid of whom?

"I want to see if I lose my magic power faster or if you die faster!"

After that, the green light, symbolizing the revival of vitality, exploded like gorgeous fireworks.

The wind shield that originally protected the forty-eight children seemed to have been summoned, and quickly gathered and merged into the green light.

kill him!

Must kill him!

Even if he kills a thousand enemies and damages himself by eight hundred, he will still completely destroy the emperor!

The purple-red eyes were filled with perseverance that looked back upon death.

She was in severe pain all over her body, her meridians were churning, and blood had begun to drip from the corners of her lips, but Irene didn't care.

"Embrace of Hellfire!" She yelled sternly, "Behead me!!"

After being summoned, the huge staff of sun, moon and stars condensed into a golden sickle.

It resembles a god who judges evil, holding high the instrument of justice and beheading the devil.

"No! Don't kill me! Please!! No!!"

I don't know whether it was the severe pain caused by having his heart pierced, or the panic when he saw that the golden sickle was about to cut off his head.

The emperor, who had been arrogant just a second ago, was so frightened that he became paralyzed, crying and begging loudly for mercy.

But at the moment when the golden sickle was about to cut off the emperor's head.

A hand with sharp bones suddenly grabbed the sharp edge of the sickle.

"Baby, calm down, this old man can't die just yet."

The purple-red pupils suddenly shrank, and Irene raised her head sharply, staring at the blond-haired boy with golden eyes in front of her.

The originally pink lips lost all color at this moment.

A biting chill spread across his entire back, and the seams in his bones were immersed in the cold.

"...Bastian, what did you call me?"