Chapter 208 - 208 Disparity and Contingency

208 Disparity and Contingency

Remides was not as confident as she pretended to be. The seven blessed arrows had been sealed by the Tacma Church consultant, and it was uncertain how effective an air arrow would be in a battle of this caliber.

The little girl floating in the air with a blood-colored sword in one hand and red threads made of mist wrapped around her other hand was undoubtedly a prophet experiencing a God’s Descent—even if she was fully prepared, she had to be cautious against dangerous opponents at this level.

In the past, in the Judgment era, Holy Spirits who gained personalities turned into Calamities. As for the prophets who followed the Seven Calamities, after being chosen by the power of Calamity as a vessel for God’s Descent, they became executors known as the Touch of Calamity. They were terrifying beings who walked Currere and their destructive power was not inferior to high-level Lunar Monsters.

A Prophet in a God’s Descent state, along with the Tacma Church consultant who could attack at any moment, and Fire Phoenix City’s City Lord, Morton, whose attitude was temporarily unknown—this battle was definitely not as easy as she had claimed.

However… if we managed to escape, that would be considered a success, right? Remides thought helplessly.

Don’t hurt that child. I still need her help in confirming something.

It was then that a soul voice with a certain trembling echo appeared in her mind without warning.

She resisted the urge to turn to look at William.

The weapon she relied on could not unleash half of its effect and the Presiding Judge beside her was only an illusion created by distorting light. Its effect in a battle of this level was extremely limited—she did not think she had the luxury of holding back under such circumstances.

It was better to say that her plan of escaping with him was pushing it.

However, William appeared to plan on using his illusion to work with her to defeat the prophet in front of her who was in a God’s Descent state?

He’s overestimating me…

She took a deep breath and stroked Glazed Moon’s bowstring as if plucking a harp. With a buzz, countless thin threads shot out of the bowstring. They streaked through the diffusing mist and wrapped around various parts of the hall. Then, as if they were alive, they began to weave a murderous spiderweb.

“Before we begin, I want to ask you one last time. Are you really not going to consider my previous suggestion?”

The floating “girl” ignored the approaching web and asked Remides softly as she looked at the center of the spiderweb.

Her so-called suggestion was to help engrave Holy Spirit Terra in cyclic time by using the Mist Spirit. She vowed to guarantee Ava State’s permanent independence.

“You’re asking me to give up the protection of Ava State’s ancestor souls and sacrifice my life to become your stepping stone in exchange for freedom that should have belonged to us… Do you think that’s possible?” Remides only replied coldly.

“No, I’ll say that this is my last attempt to respect your free will because your personal opinion hardly matters,” the girl said sincerely.

Remides did not reply. Instead, she drew her bow fully and appeared to play a dangerous musical movement at the prophet floating in the air. The pillars, relief sculptures, beams, and sculptures wrapped in the bowstring threads in the hall trembled. Many of them even produced cracks that were as smooth as mirrors. As the bowstring trembled, the fatal net closed in on the girl floating in the air from different angles.

The Glazed Moon bowstring was made from the rare and powerful Whispering Queen’s Conspiracy Spider Silk, a divine artifact forged by the seven Void Sovereigns. Without the help of the seven blessed arrows, activating the full power of the bow required harnessing the power of the Conspiracy Spider Silk. While it was possible to use the bow arm created from Steelheart Widow’s tears as a melee weapon, Remides was not skilled in this area.

Glazed Moon—Miserable Death

As the threads of the Glazed Moon bowstring closed in on the trapped girl from all directions, it was as if invisible and deadly blades were approaching her. The thin, chestnut-haired girl was as weak as a bug caught in a spiderweb, but she was not helpless. Raising her hand, the blood-colored mist transformed into dozens of weapons that danced around her, constantly dodging and weaving with the agility of fish. In an instant, they became a blur of light.

As the sound of hundreds of snapping strings filled the air as the color of blood flashed, the severed threads danced in midair, leaving harrowing scratches on the floor and pillars around the girl. But none of them harmed her in the slightest.

Feeling the power slipping out of her control, Remides took a few steps back and struggled to stabilize the trembling threads. Gritting her teeth, she hooked the bowstring with her fingers and flicked it, bringing the out-of-control silk strings back under her control. In a flash, they shot at the prophet from all directions once again.

“Heh…”

But the girl merely chuckled in amusement as her weapons, which moved with the speed of light, accurately and efficiently blocked the sharp and strange silk strings, preventing them from getting close. She stated confidently, “Conspiracy threads are only effective in the dark. Their trajectories in the mist are even more obvious than flies flying into a cathedral. Don’t you think you’re overestimating yourself if you think this will defeat me?”

Indeed, in the misty throne room, anything moving at high speed left an extremely noticeable trajectory. The hair-thin, quiet, and fast conspiracy threads were normally hard to detect, but in this room, they had nowhere to hide.

The hair-thin, quiet, and fast conspiracy threads were originally extremely difficult to notice, but in this throne room, they had nowhere to hide.

“It’s impossible for you, with your sealed arrows, to defeat me here. Even if they weren’t sealed, it would still be impossible,” the girl continued, raising her blood-colored sword and pointing it at Remides. Dozens of blood-colored weapons appeared in the mist behind her, gathering into a dark red torrent that rushed towards the other woman.

Remides hurriedly flicked the bowstring when she saw this. A few threads instantly shot out and spread out into a spiderweb that covered the throne room.

As Remides jumped and dodged through the air, using the omnipresent spiderweb to evade the homing weapons, the girl looked on and said, “Why bother? Death is a relief for you now. Staying alive when your life should have ended long ago will only continue to corrupt your soul.”

Remides responded with a few anger-filled invisible energy arrows.

Strong, very strong…

William watched Remides dodge and counterattack using the spiderwebs, struggling against the prophet who floated in the middle of the throne room with a mocking expression. He knew the prophet was much stronger than the spirit he had encountered on the Sea of Mist, thanks to the Currere pivot.

Despite this, the other party didn’t seem willing to give up on using the King of Mist’s coronation for apotheosis, meaning they wouldn’t use their Instant Death authority to end the battle quickly. If that were the case, William would have already protected Remides and fled Moonlaw City, sacrificing his clone in the process.

It became clear to William that the prophet’s tactic of wearing down Remides’s combat will wasn’t out of spite, but rather a calculated move. However, this gave William the opportunity to execute the contingency plan he had prepared.

However, this way, he could buy enough time for the contingency he had prepared…

“Liz, you should be almost done, right…” William whispered nervously as he watched the intense battle unfold.