A Righteous Demon Girl and the Angel She’ll Never Meet-Chapter 49 : Chapter 49

Chapter 49 : I’m in trouble…
“No way!!! Corpse Bearers, tear her apart!”
Seeing Aimiya pick up the golden longsword that had fallen nearby, the black-robed man couldn’t care less about anything else.
A complete angel’s corpse might be valuable, but it wasn’t worth his life!
Besides, even if he let the Corpse Bearers smash Aimiya into a pulp, it wouldn’t affect his ability to capture her soul.
After all, the soul was the key to the sacrifice—as long as the soul remained, nothing else mattered.
Thus, he didn’t hesitate to order the Corpse Bearers to attack.
“Roar roar roar roar roar—!”
The Corpse Bearers, which had been standing still like giant statues in a circle, instantly sprang into action.
The one closest to Aimiya leaped high into the air, descending like a launched missile precisely toward her.
Its arm, formed from countless corpse fragments, smashed down on Aimiya like a mountain.
Then, the black-robed man saw a faint smile curl on Aimiya’s lips—she raised the longsword horizontally with her still-functional hand, using her broken hand to brace it, and forcibly blocked the Corpse Bearer’s earth-shattering strike.
Not good! That move is…
The black-robed man instantly realized something was terribly wrong.
A few nights ago, this angel had used the exact same technique, deflecting his Corpse Bearer’s heavy strike while defeating it! This was… [Seraph’s Counterattack Gauntlet]!
“Clang—!”
A long, resonant sword hum rang out, and the Corpse Bearer’s seven-meter-tall massive frame was forcibly knocked into the air by the longsword in Aimiya’s hands!
At the same time, the golden longsword, having absorbed the Corpse Bearer’s attack, radiated dazzling light, like a brilliant star born from the earth, or an angel’s light piercing the night.
With unprecedented resolve, Aimiya charged toward the black-robed man.
“Magic… yes! Magic! Corpse Bearers, blessed by the gods, stop her with magic!!!”
The black-robed man hurriedly retreated, still commanding the Corpse Bearers in a desperate attempt to halt Aimiya, who was ready to go all out.
“Roar roar roar!!!”
The blood-red patterns on the Corpse Bearers’ bodies flared with red light.
Fireballs, water cannons, wind blades… all sorts of basic magic burst forth from the long-dead remains.
Though not a single mid-level spell was among them, their sheer number was overwhelming.
In an instant, a torrent of magical attacks, large and small, flooded toward Aimiya like a breached dam!
‘So many… and I only have one working hand left…’
Facing the overwhelming barrage of magic, Aimiya gritted her teeth, beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.
With one hand broken, even she, who always prided herself as a genius angel, felt immense pressure under such a dense assault.
‘Aimiya, remember, even if you’re outnumbered, never retreat a single step. For you, offense is the best defense!’
At that moment, Aimiya’s mind suddenly recalled the words her teacher, Seraph Gabriel, had once told her.
For Aimiya, who couldn’t use the angel’s innate [Blessing Spell], prolonged battles or wars of attrition were her greatest weakness.
Other angels could use blessing spells to heal their wounds or restore magic, but Aimiya couldn’t: once injured, she could only rely on her angelic constitution to recover slowly; once her magic was depleted, she had no auxiliary means to restore it.
Thus, Aimiya always favored quick, decisive battles, excelling at seizing the critical moment that determined victory or defeat, delivering her strongest strike to settle the fight in an instant!
And now, that moment had arrived—she had to seize it!
Aimiya took a deep breath, her gaze growing resolute and confident.
Since this was her area of expertise, there was no reason she should lose to this scum who treated human lives like garbage!
“Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—!”
Several crisp sword hums rang out as Aimiya deflected the non-physical magical attacks one after another! This was why the [Seraph’s Counterattack Gauntlet] was called a miracle! Physical or magical, even ethereal mental or soul-based attacks—anything that entered the gauntlet’s blocking range could be deflected!
As Aimiya deflected more attacks, the golden light sword in her hands grew increasingly solid!
Six meters, five meters, four meters… the distance between Aimiya and the black-robed man closed at an astonishing speed! Three meters… two meters!
Finally, Aimiya’s sword was within striking range—just a slight step forward, and her fully charged sword light would cleave the black-robed man in two without question!
“Boom!”
However, just as Aimiya’s light sword was about to strike the black-robed man, a Corpse Bearer plummeted from the sky without warning, crashing directly into Aimiya’s delicate frame! In an instant, dust billowed, and no movement came from beneath the Corpse Bearer.
Looking at the roaring Corpse Bearer, a smug expression spread across the black-robed man’s face.
Little wretch, I’ve got you now, haven’t I?
“Heh, where are you looking?”
“What!?”
Suddenly, a faint voice came from above the black-robed man.
He froze, his face twisting as he looked up—only to see Aimiya, somehow having shifted to the air above him, her pure white angel wings spread wide, her cross-shaped longsword, now almost tangible, slashing down fiercely!
“[Seraph Sword] (Seraph’s Counterattack Gauntlet)!”
Aimiya shouted, and endless golden light poured down from the sky, engulfing the black-robed man like a surging tide.
So swift was the attack that he didn’t even have time to let out a miserable scream before being swallowed by the golden ocean.
“Ha… ha… ha… that should… do it, right?”
Exhausted, Aimiya fell from the sky, tumbling awkwardly on the ground a couple of times.
Her once-lustrous platinum blonde hair was now streaked with dirt and dust, looking utterly pitiful.
Her wings could no longer support her flight.
The [Seraph’s Counterattack Gauntlet] wasn’t a move to be used lightly.
Even for Aimiya, she had pushed herself to near-overload to deflect all the magical attacks from the Corpse Bearers.
If it were any other angel, they’d likely have collapsed from physical overload after the third use of the gauntlet, but Aimiya had endured and used it no less than six times in a row—a testament to her genius reputation.
Though the black-robed man was undeniably strange, his body was likely just that of an ordinary human, incapable of withstanding her all-out strike.
With his death, the Corpse Bearers under his control should also fall apart.
Panting heavily, Aimiya stared into the thick smoke, her heart, which had been in her throat, finally easing slightly.
But the next moment, it leaped back up.
Because, to her shock, a tattered figure slowly emerged from the smoke!?
“Well done, angel…”
The black-robed man’s cloak was now utterly ragged, riddled with holes and tears.
In his right palm floated a blood-red orb emitting an eerie glow.
“You’ve successfully enraged me.”
Whether she’d enraged him or not, Aimiya didn’t know.
But what she did know was this:
Today, she was truly in trouble…