The Yellow-Haired Villain in the Female Main Character's Novel Wants Happiness Chapter 72 : Chapter 72

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Chapter 72 : The Love God’s Whisper (12)

Eluka opened her eyes.

There were neither whites nor pupils in them, only a darkness as deep as the Abyss.

Her head slowly floated up, and then it opened its mouth.

The monster’s enormous body collapsed in an instant, turning into a river of blood mixed with white bones and severed limbs.

The blood river flowed on, then gradually shrank under the influence of so eerie force, becoming a thin stream that was sucked into those cherry-like lips.

Gulp. Gulp. It was as if she were swallowing so delicious drink.

And as the blood river was consud, a terrifying aura gradually began to gather around that head.

“Take this!”

Muen snapped back to his senses.

Without the slightest hesitation, he grabbed his short blade and slashed straight at it.

Whatever the hell you are, I will cut first and ask questions later!

I am not giving you ti for so magical girl transformation.

Clang.

Along with a crisp tallic ring, Muen’s face imdiately stiffened.

A feather.

A single pure white feather had appeared before him.

The weightless feather drifted lightly in the breeze, seeming to weigh almost nothing at all.

Yet when Muen’s short blade struck it, fierce sparks burst out at once.

What kind of feather was this hard?!

In that case...

“Ann!”

If I cannot cut through it myself, then I will call for backup!

The steel shrieked.

A thorny forest of tal swept past Muen and stabbed fiercely toward Eluka’s head from every other direction.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

Clang.

But in the next mont, only more sounds of collision rang out.

The steel could not get close to Eluka.

Because a pair of pure white wings suddenly unfurled behind Eluka’s head, knocking away every tal blade.

The wings were holy, unstained by dust.

It was like an angel descending into the mortal world.

The golden holy light was so bright that it was almost impossible to keep one’s eyes open.

But...

Those ridiculously overpowered-looking wings growing out of a severed head were creepy as hell, all right?!

Where was the body?

At least give yourself a body!

In that form, even if you looked absurdly powerful, there was no way anyone could revere you!

Give back my little monster.

After staring at this for long enough, even it looked cuter by comparison!

“What the hell is this thing...?”

Muen kept complaining inwardly while racking his brain for the descriptions from the original novel.

At the very least, he had to know what kind of thing the enemy was.

An angel?

No, that was not right. The angels of the Church of Life did not look this bizarre.

A minion?

But evil gods had the habit of slaughtering even their own when they went mad, so aside from a few deranged cultists, they did not really have minions at all.

Besides, the fact that it had to use Eluka’s head ant that it did not possess a physical body either.

Just as Muen was still bewildered, the river of blood was finally drained dry, and he suddenly felt a gaze.

A gaze from those pitch-black eyes.

In an instant, a chill surged through him.

His body felt as though it had been frozen by ice, and Muen found it hard even to breathe.

It was like an ant crawling on the ground being stared at by a great existence high above the heavens.

He could not help but tremble at his own insignificance.

“No way...”

The most dreadful possibility of all slowly erged in Muen’s mind.

“You have got to be kidding ...”

“I only called you a bastard once. Did you really have to get so angry out of embarrassnt?”

“You actually... descended in person?”

Though perhaps it was only a thousandth, or even a ten-thousandth, of Its will seeping through, that gaze unquestionably ca from a higher form of life, sothing absolutely beyond Muen’s ability to deal with.

So without the slightest hesitation, Muen unleashed the ultimate trump card he had hidden for so long.

“Black book, save !”

Whether it would work or not, shouting it first was the right move!

【■■】

Just then, as the blood river ran dry, Eluka’s head—no, more accurately, the evil god—slightly parted its lips, and an ancient syllable leaked out.

It was a language impossible to comprehend, yet when it descended into this world, it was as though a command had been issued to the whole of existence!

In an instant, everything froze.

Not only Muen, but even the tal that had been rushing forward, and even Ann in the distance, were all suspended in midair, unable to move.

Their consciousness remained clear.

It was as though they had been turned into puppets.

Muen could only reveal a look of horror.

Then he saw the evil god’s malicious gaze, so oppressive it was almost suffocating, pass over him like he was nothing more than a speck of dust, before shifting to Ann.

Joy, then greed, such human emotions flowed out from those pitch-black eyes.

“Could it be...”

“The evil god’s target...”

“...is Ann?”

In that instant, Muen understood why the evil god had been willing to pay such a great price to personally send down a fragnt of Its will.

One blessed by a god.

A possessor of divine blessing.

And those blessings were, in a sense, partial manifestations of a god’s authority.

To an evil god, the authority of other gods was the most delectable feast in all the world!

“How did I forget sothing so important?”

“In the original novel, the protagonist was constantly drawing the attention of evil gods precisely because he carried too many blessings from the gods. No matter where he went, so evil god always popped out.”

“If that is the case, then Ann, as soone equally blessed by a god...”

“So that is why Eluka was so obsessively fixated on her.”

“Damn it, I knew I should never have let Ann get involved in this!”

Muen stared so hard his eyes nearly split apart as he watched the evil god slowly float toward Ann.

A trace of fear also appeared on Ann’s face, but there was nothing she could do.

Under the suppression of the evil god’s will descending in person, she too had beco like a little white rabbit waiting to be slaughtered, unable even to use her abilities.

So powerless.

She was going to be devoured by the evil god!

Damn it.

I have to think of sothing.

I have to move.

I have to stop that damned evil god.

How could I let it lay a finger on my maid?!

...

【Sigh】

...

Like a fleeting breeze passing by.

A faint sigh, almost impossible to catch, sounded beside Muen’s ear.

Darkness filled Muen’s vision.

But he had not lost consciousness.

“This is... the black book space?”

Muen looked around.

This pitch-black environnt was undoubtedly the black book space he knew so well.

But this ti, he had not entered it of his own accord.

“Which ans... you pulled in here?”

Muen looked at the black book floating before him.

Having no ti to think about anything else, he asked directly,“Do you have a way to save Ann?”

The black book swayed slightly, then its pages began to turn.

The pages flipped like fleeting streams of light and shadow.

At last, they stopped on a blank page.

But before Muen could ask anything, flas suddenly ignited upon that blank page.

Crimson flas.

They looked sowhat familiar.

Before he could think further, those crimson flas suddenly ford a strange and eerie pattern.

A burning, savage eye.

“This is...”

Muen frowned slightly.

The flas were not especially dazzling, yet just by looking at that savage eye, he felt a stabbing pain in his own eyes.

It definitely did not seem like anything good.

But...

There was no other choice left.

“This can save Ann, right?”

Muen reached out and grabbed that bizarre pattern.

“Then there is nothing to hesitate over.”