Spear Body Tower, stairwell.
Two figures, one large and one small, fled in panic while Ammit, Beasts of Judgment, and hordes of Voodoo Zombies pursued them relentlessly.
Damn it, this wasn't what they had agreed on!
Surrounded on all sides, Anastasia brooded miserably, her face full of frustration.
Maybe it was because of her character?
Chloe glanced at the Saintess of Winter, who was notoriously lacking in integrity, and silently muttered about why the deception had failed.
With Mother's "excellent" conduct, she would not have believed the same words either.
Sure enough, to successfully deceive someone, one had to make oneself look as much like a harmless good person as possible.
The chocolate-skinned little girl silently learned her lesson from the example set by both her parents, absorbing new knowledge and accumulating valuable experience for upgrading her methods.
"Get back!"
A furious shout rang in her ears. Snapping back to her senses, Chloe instinctively ducked.
Almost the instant she paused, a strange African tribal sword adorned with metal ornaments shattered the side window and came whistling in.
At the same time, heavy footsteps continued to close in from behind. The Egyptian Jackal God carrying a scepter was approaching through black mist.
"Fake Nine Lives!"
Seeing the two persistent foreign gods catch up again, Chloe curled her fingers around the black stone axe-sword appearing in her palm and swept it toward the Voodoo Zombies surging from the front right.
Puff puff puff puff!
In an instant, nine sharp blasts of wind pressure slashed vertically through the corridor. Dozens of walking corpses with leather-hard skin exploded into clouds of blood.
Nine Lives was the Noble Phantasm of Heracles, the Great Hero of Ancient Greece. It took the form of an axe-sword fashioned to crush rocks.
Originally a bow used to annihilate the