A Righteous Demon Girl and the Angel She’ll Never Meet-Chapter 23 : Chapter 23

Chapter 23 : You have your day too~
“Hahahaha! How about it, demon!?
This is the 【Corpse Bearer】 blessed by a divine being!
It's not something that the previous beast, which only knew how to wag its tail and beg, can compare to!”
The black-robed man had a rather smug expression, excitedly showing off the corpse monster beside him to Iphilia.
For some reason, Iphilia felt that this fellow's smug look was super annoying, making her always have the urge to stomp on her a couple more times.
“Then, farewell, 【The Demon Girl Who Executes Justice】. Your body and soul, I shall accept them!”
Listening to the black-robed man's arrogant and domineering voice, and feeling the Corpse Bearer gradually approaching her, Iphilia lowered her head, as if she had completely given up resisting.
However, in reality, a summoning magic formula was already prepared in the palm of her hand resting on the ground.
Right now, she wasn't worried about her life being threatened at all.
What she was considering was: whether or not to summon “it”.
If she really did summon it, then this small alley would probably not be enough to accommodate its huge body.
At that time, there would be a high probability of being discovered by passersby nearby, and that would be a big trouble.
“Bang, bang, bang…”
The Corpse Bearer's footsteps gradually grew louder. Iphilia knew it had already arrived in front of her.
There was no time to consider so much anymore; she could only temporarily pray that there were no passersby nearby.
And just as the Corpse Bearer raised its thick arm high, and Iphilia was preparing to fully unfold the summoning formula, a sweet voice as light as a Lark suddenly sounded, directly interrupting the actions of everyone present.
“Yo! So wretched, Iphilia-classmate? Hee hee, you have your day too?”
In an instant, the light of an angel illuminated the dark alley.
A sharp golden longsword suddenly fell from high above, accurately severing the Corpse Bearer's arm that was already preparing to fall.
Countless incomplete corpses writhed madly, and a strange cry, as if crying and laughing, erupted from within the Corpse Bearer's body.
“What? Who is it again!?”
The black-robed man looked upwards in shock.
Right above everyone, on the dim street lamp that was clearly in disrepair due to age, stood a beautiful girl with white hair and golden eyes.
The angel wings on either side of the girl's waist spread out wantonly, emitting an unparalleled sacred light.
That's right, the newcomer was indeed Aimiya, who should have stayed in school for evening self-study.
“This fellow, sneaked out?”
Iphilia stared blankly at Aimiya bathed in the holy light above.
Although she didn't want to admit it, she did breathe a sigh of relief at Aimiya's timely arrival, and the summoning magic circle that was ready to be unleashed in her hand also dissipated.
Since reinforcements had arrived, there was no need for her to summon “it” anymore.
“An angel? Just right.
I was originally planning to deal with you after some time, but since you've delivered yourself to my doorstep, then today—I shall take both your soul and corpse into my possession!”
Facing Aimiya who had arrived in time, the black-robed man did not show any signs of panic.
Angels nowadays, like elves, relied too much on magic and magic, in front of the Corpse Bearer “blessed” by a divine being, was useless!
“Aimiya-classmate, be careful! That corpse monster has the 【Magic Immunity】 characteristic!”
Iphilia shouted towards Aimiya above.
Her thoughts were actually quite similar to the black-robed man's.
There was no helping it; the stereotype of the younger generation of angels nowadays was indeed too strong.
“【Magic Immunity】? That's just right…”
Aimiya revealed a strange smile.
Faced with an enemy possessing the 【Magic Immunity】 attribute, she not only didn't feel panicked, but instead became unusually excited.
“My favorite… is this kind of big and fleshy punching bag!”
Aimiya raised her hand high.
As the shining sacred light gathered in her hand, a Sword of light with the 【Sacred】 attribute evidently appeared in her hand.
Aimiya stuck out her tender little pink tongue and licked the blade.
In the next moment, her figure suddenly disappeared from the street lamp.
And when she reappeared, she was already behind the Corpse Bearer.
“Swish——”
Following an astonishing sound of breaking air, Aimiya swept her sword horizontally and severed the Corpse Bearer's calf, which was pieced together from countless severed limbs.
Dark, turbid blood spurted out, but not a single drop splattered onto Aimiya and without the support of its thick legs, the Corpse Bearer, with its massive tonnage, instantly lost its balance and struggled as it fell heavily backwards.
“Roar roar roar!”
However, in the next moment, like a revived berserker, the Corpse Bearer's head tilted back and let out a roar.
Countless tiny arms suddenly grew from the severed section of its calf.
These arms intertwined and connected, reattaching its originally severed calf.
“This punching bag is quite durable, not bad!”
Aimiya didn't stop there either.
Her figure constantly shifted in mid-air, and each appearance could inflict extremely huge damage on the Corpse Bearer.
Angels were inherently symbols of holiness; sacred and light attributes were the basic attributes of angels and sacredness was opposed to the death attribute, so it naturally possessed extremely powerful lethality against ghoul-type monsters like the Corpse Bearer, which merely borrowed some 【Death】 characteristics.
Moreover, Aimiya had been using direct slashes rather than magic, so the Corpse Bearer's proud 【Magic Immunity】 failed to play even the slightest role.
That's right, compared to other angels who overly relied on magic, Aimiya actually didn't like using magic that much.
What she preferred more… was close-quarters combat with the enemy using various angel armaments!
“Swish——Swish——Swish——”
Several more consecutive slashes.
Aimiya moved like a dancing performer, weaving through the Corpse Bearer's blind spots where it couldn't attack.
The Sword of light in her hand was like the scythe in the hands of the Grim Reaper; each swing could precisely hit the Corpse Bearer's weakest and most vital parts.
With this give and take, the Corpse Bearer's condition clearly showed some fatigue.
Its already slow attack speed could now be described as sluggish.
And the black-robed man standing not far away was about to grit his teeth to pieces.
As the creator of the Corpse Bearer, he could clearly feel that the Corpse Bearer was about to collapse.
This angel, why isn't she playing by the rules!
No, something must be done, otherwise, it's only a matter of time before the Corpse Bearer is defeated by this angel.
The black-robed man suddenly thrust out his left hand and once again slit it with the small knife.
The scarlet blood bead that had appeared earlier slowly emerged.
Under the illumination of the blood bead's scarlet light, the Corpse Bearer instantly became as if injected with chicken blood.
A dazzling red light shone from the Corpse Bearer's eyes.
It roared angrily, forcibly dragging its broken arm high, and swung it towards Aimiya, who had just appeared, with the speed of lightning.
Theoretically, Aimiya had just performed a rapid movement and couldn't possibly dodge this blow.
This was precisely the effect the black-robed man wanted.
Angels, like elves, were notoriously fragile.
His purpose was to use this sudden enhanced blow to severely injure Aimiya!
However… Unfortunately, this played right into Aimiya's hands.
What she was waiting for, was also this final burst blow from the Corpse Bearer.