Chapter 86 It was a sword covered with rust.
Edith frowned, not at what Celeste said, but at the tone.
Her tone was strange, and many of the words she used made her imagine an old-fashioned aristocrat who was very self-important. She was at least forty years old, came from a noble family, had been brainwashed by the theory of blood relationship since childhood, and liked elaborate and complicated buns and heavy petticoats, or dresses with intricate patterns and stacked lace.
They consider themselves the most noble among the crowd and like to stay in the center of the banquet with their glasses of wine, letting their contemptuous eyes sweep through the wine at all the "unruly" young people.
This kind of temperament is commonly seen in the spouses of the heads of major families, and they are the type of people she hates the most.
Celeste is only twenty years old, how could he act like this?
Edith suppressed her doubts, raised her eyes, and looked at the other party with raised eyebrows: "But you are neither the eldest daughter nor a noble."
This kind of extreme identification with one's identity should not appear in a young girl from a poor background.
Celeste paused for a moment, showing an expression of disbelief, then he thought of something, frowned, and looked at Edith sinisterly.
"You have no right to speak."
Now he looks even older.
Celeste hooked his knuckles around the wand and swung it rhythmically in the air, finally landing on his left eye. He raised his head manually and looked at Edith and continued, "A commoner companion who sneaked into Beaujunes College and even dared to participate in the competition without the master. Your master dare not object, so I will teach you a lesson."
"I'm glad I ran into you before the first seven games."
......
In the stands.
Bell: "Are you so timid that you dare not express your opinion?"
Heda, who was sitting in the stands holding a banner of encouragement, said: "......"
"I didn't! I have no opinion, don't slander me!"
Her sincere cry was particularly clear as everyone held their breath and listened attentively to the conversation. Even Joyce, who was sitting at the podium, heard it clearly. She burst out laughing and took over the microphone: "It seems that Edith's family does not agree with this statement."
Celeste's smile faltered.
Edith shrugged, tired of this level of verbal attack, and stepped back, looking up at the referee.
It's time to start.
The referee took a step back and put himself in a safe area where he would not be attacked: "Three, two, one——"
“The game begins!”
The moment the words fell, Celeste's body suddenly dispersed in a strange state. She was like a piece of dough that was torn apart, with each limb becoming an independent body, directly surrounding the entire half of the court.
Where she had originally stood, there was only an eyeless head left, as if covered by a layer of fog. It looked more like a painting than a real body.
The two eyes are scattered on both sides, one on each side, and move forward along the path of the head with other limbs.
"Oh my god! What kind of spell is this, Celeste!"
Number One's shocked expression didn't seem to be for explanatory effect, because even Joyce sat up straight and looked straight down.
Celeste, who was at the center of vision, seemed to enjoy this kind of gaze. Under his empty eyes, his green lips curled slightly and he continued to move forward step by step.
She was deliberately prolonging the torture.
It just so happened that she also wanted to have a good meeting with this guy who loved to inflict pain on others.
Edith squinted her eyes and looked around. The current situation basically eliminated the possibility of a detour. The strategy of protecting herself and delaying time was also unusable. Once a complete encirclement was formed, they would be defeated.
Then we can only face it head-on.
"Edith rushed out!"
Number One's voice hovered over the practice field, excited, "She omitted all means of self-protection and rushed directly to Celeste in the center!"
Both eyes turned from left to right at the same time, staring at Edith in the center. The next second, all the limbs swept towards the center like surging waves, leaving only a residual image there.
Edith instantly fell to her knees, with the tip of her wand pointing downwards. A golden halo spread out from her body, like a boulder falling from the waves, causing ripples that continued to spread outwards. The limbs that rushed up were too fast and were immediately attached to the halo.
Celeste gritted his teeth, and thick blue veins appeared on his neck and head. He used all his strength to try to free his body from control.
Edith felt her control loosen, and she used the force of the ground to stand up, opened her hands, and turned three times clockwise at an extremely fast speed.
Celeste, who was already trying his best to pull himself back, was thrown onto the protective shields around him by the combined force, causing a series of exclamations from the stands.
Five days ago, Celeste sprayed green goo onto the surface of the shield, causing horror in the stands.
Five days later, she herself shattered on the protective shield. After all, she was not as durable as the mucus. She stayed there for only a few seconds before sliding to the ground like a pile of weathered bones.
An eyeball was glued to Hedda, scanning her hair and eyes, and finally staring directly at the "Edith Must Win" sign in her hand. Hedda took a breath of cold air, feeling cold all over, silently lifted her skirt, stretched out her leg and kicked the eyeball!
“Buzz——”
The shield is solid and can resist most attacks, but it cannot dissipate the impact. Although Heda's kick did not shake the entire stadium, it was enough to cause the vibration to carry Celeste away.
The eyes showed an expression of disbelief.
It fell off the protective shield, leaving a thin line of blood. The blood line eventually broke and stuck back to the protective shield due to inertia, like a crack.
The eyeball fell quickly. Edith, who was far away, took aim and rushed over in three or two steps with the help of the wind. She jumped up with her right foot and stepped on the only flat ground in the pile of limbs - Celeste's head. She stretched out her left hand to keep her balance. She reached behind her with her right hand and pulled out the sword with the scabbard. A cold light flashed, and the sharp edge pointed vertically upward, letting the eyeball fall on the tip.
Penetrate instantly.
Blood gushed out, flowing down the blood groove of the sword, and the limbs that Edith stepped on as a footrest let out a painful howl. The soles of her feet quickly vibrated, and Edith lost her balance and fell backwards. She quickly stretched out vines to hook the top of the protective shield and pulled herself into the air.
At the same time, she swung the sword and wiped it on the leaves of the vine twice, wiped her hair, and put it back into the scabbard behind her.
Celeste used this time to stand up completely.
Her limbs reassembled in a short time. With great difficulty, they were put back together. She covered her eyes with her left hand, and bright red blood continued to seep out from between her fingers, dripping onto her clothes like a blooming flower.
It's a pity that the flower bloomed so beautifully only because it sucked her blood.
“Ahhhhhhh!” Celeste knelt on the ground angrily, let go of his hand, and stared at Edith with his only remaining right eye: “Bastard, pariah, how dare you step on my head——”
"I'm going to kill you!"
Edith stretched out her arm, narrowed one eye, and aimed at Celeste's left shoulder, which had not yet fully healed. Without moving her arm, she lightly shook her wrist, and bright red sparks burst out from the tip of the wand. The gap that was almost invisible to the naked eye was instantly broken open, and Celeste's left arm, which had just been removed from his eye, fell to pieces like a wooden doll.
Celeste, who had just supported himself with both hands, lost his balance in an instant and fell to the left side in the mud.
Her red hair was mixed with the mud and fell down when she raised her head, looking very miserable.
"Celeste is completely at a disadvantage!"
Number One shouted passionately again, "It's hard to imagine that the situation has changed so drastically in just a few minutes! At the moment, Edith, who is good at 'breaking a deadlock', is still slightly better than Celeste, who is good at 'creating a deadlock' - God knows how the siege was broken just now!"
Edith let go of the vines and used the wind to drag herself down from the top. The magic power consumed by hanging on the top was too alarming, so the next battle could only return to the ground.
The hem of her robe was caught by the thorns of the vines, allowing Edith to see her eyeballs that had just been stuck to the protective shield. She frowned, reached out to grab the hem that was in the way, and tore it apart with a sizzling sound.
The torn pieces of cloth floated forward with the wind that had just brought them down, and finally wrapped around Celeste's face.
Celeste pulled the cloth off his face.
“…Okay.” She suddenly laughed out loud, “Hahahahaha, haha, great!”
Thick black smoke suddenly came out of her right hand, which was tightly clenched in the cloth, along with a crackling sound, and a pungent smell spread throughout the venue.
Edith's spirit tensed instantly.
Here it comes.
Sure enough, the next second, a steady stream of green slime gushed out of Celeste's hands, and the piece of cloth was completely devoured in less than two seconds. Celeste stood up in an extremely weird twisted posture, making a crackling sound like a puppet, and stood up while Edith was watching.
Celeste raised his head, continued laughing, and slowly opened his eyes.
Edith held her breath.
The empty eyeball and broken arm now reappeared, but in the form of slime instead of the original human form.
...What the hell is Celeste!
"Great... I thought I could kill you in a completely different way." She murmured, "I know you want to force me to use this, so that I can find a loophole to save your civilian friend..."
"... Ha, two lowly species."
High up, on the podium.
Number One was so frightened by this sudden change that he lost his voice. It was not his fault, as he was indeed traumatized by the last time Celeste used slime.
Normal spells either brought life or death, but he had never seen something like this that was incurable and tortured people.
"...Things seem to have taken a turn for the better." Seeing that Joyce did not make any other moves, No. 1 could only bite the bullet and continue to attack. "Edith's attack was not fatal. Celeste managed to stand up and used the spell that caused serious injuries last time."
"But according to Celeste herself, the last time she used the spell was purely coincidental and cannot be replicated. She also doesn't know the principle behind it." Joyce suddenly interrupted, with no emotion in his tone. "Now it seems that this is not the case."
"Celest is very familiar with the spell."
After she finished her two unclear sentences, she hung up the phone. Number One looked like he wanted to die, and tried to smooth things over, "Does that mean Edith is in a very dangerous situation now? After all, compared to the clone attack just now, this attack is even more unstoppable."
"Celeste has created another dead end. Judging from the previous matches, any attack and defense will be swallowed by this slime. The best thing for Edith now is to hide until the end of the 30-minute match—"
"Let's turn our attention to Edith now. Edith - rushed forward?"
Number One's voice was distorted and out of tune. In his long tail tone, Edith did not dodge but rushed forward, threw the wand back into her pocket, reached behind her again, grabbed the gauntlet, and used all her strength -
"bass--"
This time, what was pulled out was the sword itself, but it did not have the cold glow that it had just had with the scabbard.
It was a sword covered with rust.
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