Chapter 516 - 514: Hilia’s Pretentious Act...

After witnessing the style of the Tower of Descent on Dragon Island, Hilia found this heretical group even more detestable than the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association, though slightly less than the Polar Blood Alliance that froze an entire town.

But they’re all equally damnable.

The Tower of Descent is a heretical sect. They took on the mess that Hilia and the Blue Dragon officials threw out, merely to prove themselves and absorb these rescuing mercenaries as their members.

The Dragon Island incident had ended, and if they could still plot against the Blue Dragon Empire after losing two generals, then Hilia would give them a thumbs up.

No matter what they intended to do, since they encountered them, there was no reason to let them go.

Hilia did not kill them directly.

She chose to use the Purification Skill to dispel the corruption on them first, to see if they were innocents who had been misled, or hopeless heretics.

These two could be distinguished after the corruption was dispelled.

The former, after purification, would wake up, realize they had been misled, and choose to reveal the entire plan. The latter, due to the deep-seated corruption, were beyond saving; the Purification Skill would leave them half-dead.

In this group, apart from the Tier Three Mage at the forefront, the rest were all Tier One and Two. Under the glow of the Purification Skill, they couldn’t even reach Hilia, falling to the ground in painful struggle.

Even the Tier Three Mage was no different, unable to launch an effective attack on Hilia.

Before long, except for the leading Tier Three Mage, the others had all fallen.

Hilia approached the Tier Three heretic and pressed her Magic Staff against his forehead, unleashing the Purification Skill.

Soon, the Tier Three Mage followed in the footsteps of his subordinates, fainting on the spot.

Hilia checked their conditions and shook her head: "They are all seasoned heretics, beyond saving. Find a place to bury yourselves."

Once the deep-seated corruption was dispelled, their bodies became incredibly fragile, unable to bear the power of corruption again, lest they die instantly.

Even without the corrupting power, they wouldn’t survive long, lasting at most three years, at least a month, before dying, unrescuable. They could only find a place, consider it their grave, then quietly die.

Hilia sighed and let them remain unconscious on the spot.

The glow of the Purification Skill had long attracted the guard’s attention, but they were busy battling with mercenaries, having no chance to come over.

Hilia was dissatisfied with the guard’s behavior of taking other’s belongings casually, but it was most fitting for the heretics to be handed over to them.

Before the guards arrived, Hilia quietly left, returning to the site of the battle between the Tier Four Mage and the Witch.

The initially imposing Witch now had her hair disheveled, being mercilessly beaten by the Tier Four Mage.

Various potions caused some trouble for the Tier Four Mage, but not much.

Apart from that, those led by the Tier Three guards did more than just stand idly by. When their numbers gathered to a certain extent, they formed a peculiar array, occasionally launching unique Magic attacks on the Witch.

Hilia recognized this array’s form—

Dragon Language Magic!

Though not as powerful as that wielded by Laine and his wings, it was much stronger than those used by ordinary mages.

In such a situation, the Witch had no power to resist, unable to win even with the Abyss’s Demonic Qi’s augmentation.

The Tier Four Mage sneered: "It was fortunate that the mysterious Pharmacist left us an antidote, otherwise I would have fallen into your hands today. Surrender, you sewer rats who dare to plot against the army, hmph."

Hilia looked towards the military camp, finding that the battle inside was over and the mercenaries were attacking the array.

She quietly opened an entrance for the mercenaries, letting them out.

They quickly saw the Witch being pressured, and just as they were about to rush to help, Hilia stepped in front of them, cloaked in a white Mage Robe, and said calmly, "If you don’t want to die, leave immediately. The battle there is not one you can join."

The mercenaries looked at the cute cat ears on Hilia’s hood and couldn’t help but ask, "Are you really from the Tower of Descent?"

"I’m not, she is, and if you want to become ’magic puppets’ of the Tower of Descent, then help her. Otherwise, I’ll aid the guards in dealing with you."

Hilia raised her hand, and under the mercenaries’ watchful eyes, the flaw in the array was restored.

The mercenaries looked at each other, then performed their mercenary salute.

"Thank you, miss, for your rescue. May we know your name to repay this kindness?"

"No need to know. I just dislike the guards’ actions."

With that, Hilia turned, changed her demeanor, and her figure flickered, already gone.

To maintain her mystique, she asked Rose to possess her, using Spatial Magic to leave.

Unlike her mystical appearance, in the Spiritual Space, she acted like a small kitten, coquettishly towards Rose.

After leaving, Hilia regained control of her body, happily saying, "Thank you, Lord Rose!"

Rose shook his head speechlessly.

"You’ve become bad, you actually know how to put on airs."

"Hehehe, it’s all thanks to Lord Rose’s great teachings~"

Rose rolled his eyes at her.

When did I ever teach you to put on airs?

The mercenaries left, and because the Witch fought to the end, succumbing to the corruption’s invasion and insanity, she was finally blasted to death by the Tier Four Mage and guards, leaving no trace.

After the battle ended, everyone returned to camp with full spirits. Upon learning the mercenaries had been rescued, the Tier Four Mage frowned slightly but was soon swept away by the joy of victory.

Killing a Tier Four Witch was far more thrilling than a few insignificant mercenaries and some supplies.

At this moment, a Guard Captain reported: "Sir, we found an unconscious group outside the camp, not mercenaries; they seem to be heretics who rescued the mercenaries."

"Not dead? Bring them in."

The group saving the mercenaries was brought in bound. The Tier Three Mage slowly woke up, startled, feeling the completely vanished corruption within him, he panicked: "My power, my power..."

"Take them away for thorough interrogation."

"Yes!"

At this time, the captain who blocked the mercenaries came over, bowed, and said, "Sorry, sir, we couldn’t stop those mercenaries."

"It’s nothing." Having killed the Witch, the Tier Four Mage was in a good mood and didn’t care much about that. He was more interested in how these heretics were captured: "Are these people really heretics? What did they encounter?"

"They did rescue the mercenaries, but they soon left. I don’t know what happened, but during the fight with the mercenaries, we saw holy light shining outside the camp, seemingly the wave of the Purification Skill, somewhat different from the Purification Skill we know..."

The captain explained the situation and took out a bracelet to show the recorded light.

The Tier Four Mage frowned, feeling he had heard about this light similar to the Purification Skill somewhere.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "You all guard the place; I’ll report back first."

"Understood!"

...

In the middle of the night, in Fanar City.

The City Lord hurriedly got up to view the battle report the Tier Four Mage brought.

The Witch’s death made him delighted, though he hadn’t done it, it was the Blue Dragon Empire’s Tier Four Mage, but he could still claim some credit.

But the joy of claiming this credit disappeared upon seeing that light.

The City Lord’s face changed dramatically: "This is the Holy Court’s special Purification Skill, the one that completely restrains the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association and played a significant role in destroying them!"

"What?"

The two looked at each other, their expressions grave.