Chapter 179: Deus Ex Machina

Chapter 179: Deus Ex Machina

Dragons could never handle reality. Even when my forefathers routed all those who tried to clash with them. And about that Siren statement, lizard, dont trouble yourself. We have had a [Gardener] eliminate the harlots once. Im sure the favor will be returned manifold again.

What? Who? And who speaks like that?

A hooded woman is levitating in front of the massive Dragon. Her features are partially hidden, but I can see a wildly disfigured cheek that looks patched by Lovecraftian horror. Its as if the muscles were superimposed with skin, skin with muscles, and then blended into a reticule of scarred flesh.

How is that possible?!

The usually calm Lord Juler starts screaming in my soul, so loud I almost stumble.

What? Whos that woman?

Who dares

Marcuss words die in his fiery throat. Apparently, Dragons have an excellent memory. Like elephants, but more on the magical, fire-spitting monster style.

The woman slowly descends in front of the Dragon and examines his figure with a disinterested aura. Theres something otherworldly about her aura, something that makes a massive Dragon like Marcus seem tame. When she turns to stare at me for a second, I notice her yellow eyes. She doesnt say anything and simply keeps staring. After a few seconds of this show, Marcus screams.

Valarith?! How are you alive?!

Wait. Why is that name familiar?

The hooded woman looks at me with intensity. She has the posture of a warrior, but shes in a [Mage]s garb. If her name is any indication, shes a Vanedeni. But what is more incredible is how she stands: shes tall but not imposing like Princess Laura. Shes relaxed, with body language that communicates complete control over the situation. Even her body and facial features tell a story of someone who knows what they are doing and why they are doing it.

You cant flee. You shall all be spectators to someone winning like a true Vanedeni. The entrances have been closed off. Do not waste lives while employing your cowardice to the maximum, Elves. And do not interfere anymore.

Suddenly, an extremely obese woman appears at the side of the golden-wheeled [Archmage]. Shes dressed in loose golden robes and has an ungodly amount of makeup on her face. I swear, I just descended into a Japanese cartoon.

Marcus said that you were Valarith. Are you Valarith, the Vanedeni [Princess] who, supposedly, died to kill Mauser?

This doesnt make any sense! Why is she here?! And if shes alive, why are my people still suffering the war with the damned Ahali?!

Lord Juler is going ape.

A disgusting figure, the hooded woman says with a sneer to the obese woman, and you, [Ferromancer], I wouldnt try it.

Huh? Try what?

Suddenly, the golden wheel shoots through the [Archmage] without damaging her in the least and toward the hooded woman who just stays put. The distance is closed in a fraction of a second, so fast that Im not even sure what Im seeing. But space is a finicky thing when you are apparently massively overpowered.

And so, the hooded woman reappears right behind the golden-wheeled [Archmage], pulls a goddamn HunterXHunter ripping-a-still-beating-heart-out-of-a-chest, and just crushes it. The difference is, though, that she didnt touch the woman; or better, she barely grazed her skin when her heart came out and appeared in her hand.

So, we now have two out of seven [Archmages] dead in the span of a minute or so.

I dont know what day of the week it is, but if I had to play it by the nose, Id say its a fucking Monday.

Now, the duels can resume.