Chapter 88 "She's dead."

Celeste's wand had long since melted into the slime - after all, slime can corrode everything, allowing for both attack and defense. Keeping the wand would easily affect judgment, so it would be better to destroy it and leave no way out.

But she didn't expect Edith's sword to break through her defense and hit her face.

Too close.

The next second before Celeste reacted, the curved wind blade touched the tip of her nose first, then turned upwards and cut vertically along the center of her head.

A deep blood mark was carved in the center of her eyes.

However, compared to the injury, the impact brought by the wind is obviously more fatal.

“Hmm!”

The wind as he fell squeezed Celeste's chest, and the air in his lungs rushed out of his throat, bringing out a muffled groan.

The slime lost control and fell like a waterfall. With a loud explosion, sand mist rose from the ground and enveloped the entire venue.

Zebulun frowned, looked up and walked to the bottom row, trying to see the details of the game.

But nothing.

Now, not only the audience in the side stands, but even the commentary desk in the best position could not see the scene inside clearly.

"Is anyone still alive?"

Number One asked tremblingly.

Although Edith managed to escape from the slime, she also fell freely like Celeste. Both of them seemed to have lost the ability to use their wands. They fell into the ground from such a high place, and the situation was very critical due to the corrosion of the falling slime.

And that noise...it sounded like the two of them were in danger...

It was quiet all around.

The staff were still trying to enter the protective shield. At this moment, a small dark cloud suddenly gathered inside the shield.

There seemed to be a few low chantings coming out from the smoke and dust. The dark clouds grew bigger and bigger, gradually covering the entire venue. The chanting became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared.

The next second, the rain began to fall.

“There are still people alive.”

Joyce grabbed the microphone and shouted to the staff, "Use violence to break the shield! Don't wait any longer!"

Even at this time, he is still worrying about the cost of the depreciation of the large protective shield array.

The president of the Magic Association spoke, and the staff did not dare to delay any longer, and urgently called for people to come and destroy it together. But before all the mages arrived, the rain pressed the dust floating in the air back to the ground, and the two people in the practice field finally appeared in everyone's sight again.

A deep pit.

There is a deep pit in the center of the driving range.

At the bottom of the pit, a bloody figure lay face down, his clothes tattered and barely covering the middle of his body.

At the edge of the pit, Edith used her sword to support her body and staggered to her feet, raising her head to let the rain wash away the dried blood and mud on her face.

"Edith is alive!"

Number One spoke excitedly, and Joyce seemed relieved and leaned back in his chair.

Amid the cheers around her, Edith wiped the water droplets from her face, threw them on the ground, and finally became a little more sober.

She dragged her sword towards the deep pit. When she was two steps away from the edge of the pit, she suddenly heard a cry from the stage.

wrong!

She retreated without hesitation. The wind pushed her backwards, and the dry grass on the ground suddenly fell to the sides like the pages of an open book, revealing a bare path.

A hand-like mass of slime climbed up the edge of the pit.

"You're fine." Celeste spat out the blood foam in his mouth, slowly crawled to the surface, and took two steps forward, "...There won't be a next time."

This time she wouldn't think about torturing her anymore... She didn't want to wait even a second, she should have smeared the slime directly on her face!

"Yeah?"

The girl's voice suddenly sounded from behind. Before Celeste could react, he subconsciously used his muscles to summon the slime behind him. Edith chopped from top to bottom, easily cutting the slime cube in half.

If you can't use spells, then use the sword to cut off the water!

She shook her wrist slightly left and right, and the mucus on both sides collapsed instantly and was pushed onto the protective shields on both sides, scaring the staff who were forcibly blasting.

"Shit!" he screamed for all the mages to evacuate, "It's corroding the shield!"

Edith glanced in the direction of the sound and squinted: Indeed, Celeste's slime seemed to be more corrosive.

Has all his abilities been stimulated?... Then we have to fight quickly and decisively.

She exerted force on her feet and rushed forward with her sword in hand.

Celeste's face was pale and his lips were trembling, as if he had seen something horrible.

Why, why, why could that sword break her——

The last bit of thin mucus flowed out of her eyes and arms and gathered together, forming a paper-thin shield in front of her. In the past, this thin protection would have been enough to block any attack.

But the red color still easily pierced her eyes.

Edith raised her hand and the paper tore quickly, exposing Celeste's body to the air. She did not stab him again, but pressed on Celeste's body.

The two of them fell heavily to the ground, Celeste at the bottom, his back directly pressed against the path that Edith had just cleared when she ran, sinking slightly under the impact. Without the obstruction of the grass, and with the lubrication of the rain, the two of them slid rapidly to the edge of the field.

Mud and water splashed, and Edith's hair fell down at some point, fluttering backwards in the wind. Celeste, half of his face immersed in the mud, pushed through the mud like a shovel, and hit the edge of the protective shield directly.

Behind him sat Zebulon.

He subconsciously wanted to escape, but half a second later he realized there was protection in front of him and forced down his trembling legs.

Celeste's face was completely pressed against the protective shield, his eyeballs bulging, his tongue stretched out, his features dislocated like a hanged ghost. The muddy water exploded on the protective shield, spreading diagonally upwards, and for a moment he saw brain matter spurting out.

A pair of hands, also covered in mud, stretched out from behind her messy hair, and then Edith's head appeared. She held Celeste's waist tightly with one hand. With the other hand, she grabbed her hair and quickly smashed her head against the flat surface in front of her.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

After three consecutive heavy blows, Celeste's eyes became empty, and real blood flowed out of his head, mixed with the mud beside him, and was quickly swallowed up. Edith stood up shakily, holding the sword with both hands, and stabbed it in the middle without hesitation.

Blood splattered.

Zebulun wiped his face and looked at his empty hands, then he realized that the blood had not sprayed on his face.

...Yes, yes, there is a protective shield in front...

But it felt too real, as if... it was me who was falling at Edith's hands.

"Your Highness?"

The people around him hesitated to speak. Zebulon was afraid that he would be seen to be in a bad state, so he leaned forward hurriedly and hid his expression in front of the blood. "With this amount of blood loss, I'm afraid Celeste won't survive." He analyzed with forced calmness, stretched out his hand to cover the bloodstain on the protective shield, as if to feel the temperature himself, "Let me see--"

——On the other side of the protective shield, a hand suddenly appeared in the same position without any warning.

A pair of bloodshot eyes met Zebulon's gaze.

Zebulon's mind went blank for a moment.

"Hurry up and ask someone to break the shield." Edith had no expression on her face. She held Celeste, whose head was hanging down limply, with one hand. Her skin was gray and her blood had turned from gushing to flowing, and it looked like it was about to run out.

The defenses Celeste set up eventually trapped herself to death.

......

Lounge under the stands.

"Have you calmed down?"

A cup of hot water was handed to Edith. Joyce stood there casually, his clothes loose, looking like an ordinary pedestrian on the roadside.

Edith swallowed the water: "...almost."

Joyce narrowed his eyes and looked the girl up and down with some disgust: the mud, blood, and sweat stains mixed together, coupled with the torn clothes, made her look horrible.

She hesitated to speak, and finally waved her wand, summoning a ball of water, wrapping Edith in it, and swishing it up and down vigorously.

Edith: “?”

She was swept into the water defenselessly, struggled and blew two bubbles, and finally sat there giving up.

The president of the Magic Association cleaned Edith like washing vegetables.

She moved the water droplets away, and Edith, who regained her freedom, immediately coughed out the water in her throat and took a deep breath of fresh air. Before she was free for two seconds, a huge towel fell from the sky, covering her head and blocking her vision.

A pair of hands held her head and started wiping it.

"Go back to the dormitory through the back path and don't come out. The college is still safe for now." Joyce lowered his eyes and stared at the white protrusion in front of him. He pulled the towel down along her neck and wiped Edith's shoulder. "If a newspaper company is blocking the dormitory downstairs, ask your roommates to ask the dormitory administrator to drive them away. Don't accept any interviews."

"And...if you can trust me, you can give me the sword for safekeeping."

She felt her men pause.

"What's your guarantee?" came a muffled voice from under the towel.

"Use Amy herself." Joyce sold his nephew without any hesitation. "If he doesn't return your things, you can kill him anytime."

Edith: "...You don't have to be so cruel."

Joyce's words also secretly brought them closer. Edith relaxed a lot, but she still kept her mouth shut. Seeing this, Joyce continued, "The students don't know the value of the goods, but there are many people here who do."

"You can't even guarantee your own safety now, let alone the sword. Leave it to me, and I can bring it back to you before each match. I'll do some research on it, but don't worry, I won't damage it."

Edith casually asked, "Didn't the Magic Association also preserve the rusty sword?"

Joyce shook his head: "No."

Edith said nothing.

After a while, she relented: "Okay, I'll give it to you, but you have to spread the news at the same time."

Joyce raised an eyebrow: "This means that all firepower is concentrated on me."

"That's it." Edith said matter-of-factly, "I have to protect myself first."

"But..." Edith raised her eyes, "I didn't expect you to be so worried... So how is Celeste?"

When Zebulon used his power to find someone to break Celeste's reinforced protective shield, she still held her breath.

"You don't know?" Joyce raised his eyebrows again, put his hands back in his pockets, and pronounced calmly, "She's dead."

"The Eddy family is in the principal's office asking for an explanation."