East District, Black Palm Street.
The battle between the Demi-Gods gradually intensified. Horamick stared fixedly at Bernadette's phantom as the air around her suddenly thinned, and an immense force squeezed down on her, leaving her unable to move.
This was an attack Horamick had launched using his research into air and mechanics.
Celt raised a hand. "Execution!"
An illusory guillotine immediately appeared before Bernadette. Before she could react, Bernadette, restrained by Horamick, had already appeared on the guillotine, her body secured by phantom ropes and restraints.
The massive axe fell, severing her illusory head.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the stiff-moving Despair Lady finally retrieved her head from the Invisible Servant and placed it back on her neck.
Whoosh~
A beautiful flame suddenly engulfed the space before Horamick and Celt. The illusory giant axe had struck nothing.
The Little Match Girl!
What they had attacked just now was an illusion Bernadette had created.
At that moment, an illusory spinning wheel appeared in midair. Without any external force acting upon it, the spinning wheel began working by itself.
Its Spindle in particular looked exceptionally beautiful and eye-catching.
The next second, the Spindle appeared in Celt's hand. He lowered his head and immediately fell asleep.
Not only him—Kremond, hanging from the giant pea, and his two severely wounded subordinates on the street also fell asleep.
Even the rats on the street, the people inside the surrounding houses, and the enormous pea immediately fell asleep.
The only ones who had not fallen asleep were Odys and Horamick.
More precisely, Horamick had also fallen asleep for an instant, but that was not the Archbishop's true body. It was a meticulously refined Puppet, so he was awakened again.
Horamick stretched out his neck and imitated a rooster's crow at dawn. The sound was exceptionally clear,