Book 3: Chapter 133 (2) |
Claudia remained calm, “Her mastery of Soul Judgment far exceeds your expectations. And… have you forgotten? Soul Judgment isn’t meant for direct confrontation. Its effect is that the stronger the opponent’s negative emotions, the greater the damage it inflicts.”
Leon paused, recalling that effect vividly.
To give Roswitha a practice target, Leon had once brought in an angry bull… though the bull wasn’t purified by Roswitha’s magic and instead ended up as beef hotpot…
“Then why is Roswitha still holding her ground against that monster? She’s at no advantage in a direct clash.”
“She’s waiting.”
“Waiting? For what?”
“For the moment when Soul Judgment’s power can be maximized.”
Claudia’s eyes lit up, “Here it comes—now!”
Finally, a glint flashed across Roswitha’s silver pupils,
“You shouldn’t have made enemies of us, husband and wife.”
The seven-colored light of Soul Judgment blazed suddenly. The previously stalemated energy clash tipped decisively in one direction in the blink of an eye.
The holy light, like a blade piercing the darkness, surged upward, unstoppable!
“No—No!!”
The heart-wrenching screams were drowned in the explosion of Soul Judgment.
The blast’s firelight illuminated the Upper District, shining across the entire Empire.
When the smoke and dust settled, under the pristine moonlight, a vibrant seven-colored rainbow appeared.
The massive black corpse lay at the Silver Dragon Queen’s feet. She panted slightly, catching her breath, then straightened up.
But before she could deliver her *“Queen’s victory speech”*, rapid footsteps approached from behind.
Turning, she had no time to react before Leon swept her into a bear hug.
“Wife, if I’d known you were this strong, why bother with allies? You and I could’ve *speedrun* the Empire!”
Having just unleashed her ultimate move, the queen was exhausted and couldn’t break free, so she let this childish fool hold her.
She looked at Leon, her gaze as warm as a neighborly big sister,
“Can’t always let you steal the spotlight. It’s my turn.”
Roswitha was right—if they were to pick an MVP for this Empire battle, she’d undeniably take the crown so far.
“Sis-in-law! Wow, Sis-in-law, you’re freaking awesome!”
From a distance, Rebecca ran over, sniper rifle in hand, with Nacho and Martin trailing behind.
Roswitha finally broke free from Leon’s bear hug, looking down at the crazy girl with a smile, “Really? So, who’s cooler, me or your Captain?”
“Of course, Sis-in-law’s cooler!”
“I think so too.”
“Hehe!”
Claudia watched this scene fondly from the side. A joyful, happy-ending reunion might not align with literary ideals, but who cares? If the masses love it, it’s a good ending!
And at this moment, Old Con was still running—
Oh, Old Con arrived.
“It’s over?” Constantine, who missed the final battle, looked at Claudia.
“Yeah, it’s over.”
Claudia nodded toward the Primal Nightmare’s corpse, “The Silver Dragon King took it down with one move.”
Constantine was slightly surprised, “One move?”
“Yep.”
Constantine frowned, pondering for a moment, then said quietly,
“The Empire wouldn’t have another backup plan, would it?”
Leon: (→_→)
Queen: (→_→)
Claudia: (→_→)
Constantine blinked, then shrugged,
“I’m not *jinxing* anything.”
…
Thud—
The Primal Nightmare’s defeat seemed to be *the final straw that broke the camel’s back*. Unable to bear the despair, Kant collapsed to his knees on the land boat’s deck.
“It’s over… all over… *Shadow* won’t spare us…”
He swallowed hard, then, as if struck by a sudden thought, looked up at Elizabeth,
“Right, didn’t you say Shadow gave us another trump card? What is it? Hurry, take it out!”
Elizabeth stood with arms crossed, looking down at Kant with a faint smirk, then asked calmly,
“You really want to know?”
“Nonsense! Look at the situation! Do you want to be killed by Shadow or by those foolish citizens?! Whatever trump card we have, just use it!”
“Fine, come with me.”
With that, Elizabeth walked to the bow of the land boat.
King Kant hurriedly stood and followed.
At the bow, Elizabeth looked down.
Leon and his group were joking and laughing below.
“Whoever Shadow wants dead, must die, Leon.”
Kant reached the bow and looked down too, but aside from Leon’s group and the Primal Nightmare’s corpse, he saw nothing.
“And? Where’s the trump card? I—”
Before Kant could finish, Elizabeth silently stepped behind him.
She grabbed his bloated waist and pushed him off the bow of the land boat!
“Elizabeth!!—”