Luther reached out and pressed his hand against Sophia's back.
Flesh and Blood Magic activated. The Third Princess's wildly pounding heart was brought under control at once, forcibly restored to a steady rhythm. The fragile blood vessels in her brain were also protected from being ruptured by the surging blood.
"Captain?!"
Sophia turned around. When she saw who had saved her, she cried out in surprise and delight.
"Yes. Long time no see."
Luther greeted her calmly.
He did not linger over pleasantries, because the assassin who had come to kill Sophia had yet to be subdued.
"!"
The attacker clung to the palace dome. His body resembled pitch-black liquid formed from a Desire Incarnation, with only a pair of cold eyes exposed. Those eyes were now fixed on Luther, filled with unmistakable wariness.
With a soft slap, the attacker dropped from the dome, instantly sprouted membranous wings, and sped toward the palace exit!
As a Devil, his instinctive Malice Perception told him at once that his opponent was far stronger than he was. Staying here would very likely mean death!
Boom! A Fire Crow caught up from behind and exploded in front of the Desire Apostle. Amid the flying sparks, the blood-red figure appeared like a grim reaper coming to claim his life, blocking his path.
"Death!"
The Desire Apostle shouted desperately. He instantly mobilized all his spirituality, sending his depraved voice through his foul vocal cords to unleash the most devastating curse he could muster upon the enemy before him.
Yet his all-out Language of Foulness merely made his opponent frown slightly.
Then he saw his opponent's lips move as Luther spoke to him in the same language:
"Die."
Boom!
Under Sophia's gaze from the ground, the pitch-black figure suddenly went rigid. Then the black liquid coating his