This is Not How You Use a Villainess Sir

Chapter 28: “My Lord, That’s Not How You Use a Bad Woman” Chapter 28

“Hmm…”

Seeing Shanoa’s response, Chu Yan took out another corpse bomb, finding a good spot to clear the area.

But just as the chain explosion began to spread, it hadn’t affected much when a jet of water shot from the water spout broke the chain magic of the bombs.

The Siren was watching Chu Yan’s every move!

“I’ll do it.”

Xia Nuoya raised her arm, the sword hilt in her palm, the blade constructed of magic power fading, the dimming magical photons turning dark.

In this corruption-like change of magic, the blade turned into a pitch-black edge, its profound darkness hard to gaze upon, absorbing and devouring the surrounding light.

Two magic circles, one large and one small, quickly emerged; the smaller in front of Xia Nuoya, the larger above the coastal sky.

The knight thrust her sword into the small magic circle before her, and in the coastal sky not far away, a vast energy swirled out from the suspended magic circle.

The frenzied breath of the magical beasts was deterred by this fluctuation, even the Sirens stopped, looking up at the surging magical might in the sky.

Almost in an instant, a massive black sword tip plunged from the magic circle.

The coast was pierced with a huge pit, seawater backflowed, and the scattered remains of magical beasts filled it.

Blood seeped from the corner of the Siren’s mouth, but the sea beneath her ceaselessly healed her wounds.

Chu Yan, witnessing the strike, was shaken. Such large-scale strategic magic normally requires an A-class magician to chant for a long time.

But Xia Nuoya almost skipped the chanting step; she only needed to slash and thrust at the small magic circle before her, and the large magic circle would deliver the corresponding strike, effectively releasing strategic-level magic continuously.

But she alone was not enough; the Siren’s recovery was too fast, and after taking a sword hit, she would unfold a water shield for defense.

It seems that several forbidden ones must come forward, using their output to forcefully end it.

“Prepare to mount, we’ll take this creature to the outpost!”

Chu Yan urged, but Xia Nuoya was still dazed, having just seen the figure of her deceased mother among the magical beasts.

She knew it was an illusion, very clear it was a mental delusion induced by the Siren’s song, but… those memories, those thoughts, uncontrollably crowded in her mind.

“Xia Nuoya, are you alright?”

Another call, and the knight came back to her senses, the brilliance in her beautiful eyes gathering back a little.

Chu Yan’s face occupied her vision, his heroic yet delicate features showing a worried expression, unusually tense due to the situation.

“I’m fine, just lost in thought…”

“Is it the magic that’s consuming a lot?”

“A bit, but don’t worry.”

After mounting together, the 【Lightness Spell】 was cast on the horses, leading the elite magical beasts behind them, thundering towards the outpost.

Honestly, a Siren that even Xia Nuoya couldn’t handle, the forces at the outpost might not be sufficient.

But, at such times, one must believe in the power of justice, just as predecessors liked to leave messes for the next generation, euphemistically called “believing in the wisdom of future generations.”

At such times, one only needs to believe in light and justice.

However, Chu Yan’s route for drawing the monster’s attention took a slight detour.

He had to avoid Elysium City, as magical beasts naturally seek the aura of living beings. They must be pulled a bit further away, otherwise, they might head straight for Elysium City without a second thought.

Just running a distance, Chu Yan suddenly felt a blur in his vision, the environmental hue of the world darkened, as if a filter had been changed.

It was the moon in the sky!

Previously, only the edge was tinged red, but just now, unbeknownst to him, the crimson blood color had completely soaked the moonlight.

In his embrace, Shanoa displayed no particular reaction, only the profound magic around her became more distinctly pervasive.

For Chu Yan, it was the first time witnessing the form of forbidden magic so directly.

“Good thing we ran fast. If we had let you continue to contend with the Sirens, we might have been at a disadvantage. Now, we prioritize evasion.”

“People ahead!”

Shanoa’s voice was alert.

A kilometer ahead, several figures stood as if they were waiting on purpose.

Without announcing themselves, the leading nobleman crushed an ice crystal sphere.

Instantly, a snowstorm descended!

A curtain of ice unfurled a sturdy barrier, blocking the road behind them.

Chu Yan frowned, turning to glance at the pursuing Sirens, and said with doubt and difficulty:

“Are these helpers summoned by the Dead Sea nobility? This magic power… it still carries the aura of the Dragonkin.”

Chapter 27: Are You Also a Dragon?

This was beyond Chu Yan’s comprehension.

It was expected that the Dead Sea nobility would seize the opportunity to cause trouble, but they had managed to enlist another Dragonkin, and an outsider at that.

Chu Yan looked at one of the old men, whose features bore a striking resemblance to Pigo’s pig, except his body was very thin and hunched.

“Are you a survivor from the Pigo family?”

“I am his father! You killed my son!”

Old Pigo shouted angrily.

The word “survivor” from Chu Yan’s mouth deeply wounded Old Pigo’s heart, reminding him of his tragically deceased family members.

Chu Yan had no intention of defending himself; his gaze settled on the three most threatening individuals.

One was a male taboo wielder, his sword-holding arm emanating a loathsome, repulsive aura of slaughter, presumably the “Noble Taboo Wielder” mentioned by Janet and the others.

Another was a Black Ice Dragonkin, dressed in fine, proper attire, his noble lineage apparent at a glance, his scornful and proud demeanor ingrained in his bones, which even his noble, elegant manners could not conceal.

And standing beside the Black Ice Dragonkin was a middle-aged butler of considerable strength. Despite his white hair and beard, his robust physique was palpable, even through his suit, exuding an oppressive power.

“I thought the Dead Sea nobility would at most bring in some old man from the Dragon Flame family to deal with me. How did they even find a Black Ice Dragonkin?

The nature of this matter has suddenly shifted from an internal family struggle to colluding with external rebels!”

Connie took off his glasses from the bridge of his nose, casually wiping them, showing no anxiety about the impending battle. He chuckled and said:

“You’re thinking too much. The fact that you’re undergoing a family trial in such a broken place is already a sign of being looked down upon by the Dragon Flame family. If I take you down, I might even be doing those people a favor.

Moreover, as long as your death is silent, it will be deemed an accident.”

Chu Yan nodded in agreement, listening very seriously, and remarked with a sigh:

“Just like the people of the Pigo family, all died by suicide?”

“Damn it!”

Old Pige’s mind heated up in an instant, and he turned red with rage. He tried to lunge forward with his aging body, but was blocked by the Sword Lunatic Enforcer.

It was a provocation tactic. If Old Pige took a few more steps forward, they might not be able to save the old man from the Dragonborn’s fire magic.

The butler reminded his master without changing his expression:

“Young Master Connie, the other side is stalling for time, buying that female Enforcer a chance to recover.”

Chu Yan was secretly astonished, not expecting to be seen through so quickly.

He was indeed buying time for Xia Noya; she had just clashed with the Siren, and with the full descent of the Red Moon, it was crucial to minimize her use of the forbidden powers.

Chu Yan gently squeezed Xia Noya’s hand to steady her first, then launched a verbal taunt at the Dragonborn:

“I’m quite curious to know what reason could possibly compel a Black Ice Dragonborn to serve the Pige family. Do you hold such reverence for an old hound raised by my Dragonflame clan?”

“Petty tricks, trying to anger me? You enjoy showing off your cleverness so much, when you’re close to death, I’ll design to give you an answer!”

Connie waved his hand to give the order, and his butler along with the Sword Lunatic Enforcer Sworde charged out.

“Lady Knight, I hope your swordsmanship will be an eye-opener for me, not a cause for laughter!”

Sword cries continuously emanated from Sworde’s sword-wielding arm, those were the swordsmen he had defeated, now part of his strength.

A series of sword lights flickered into existence, each accompanied by a ghostly aid.

Chu Yan turned his horse around, charging with Xia Noya into the horde of demons.

Demons aren’t picky eaters; as long as the Black Ice Dragonborn wanted to kill him, they would have to endure the Siren’s assault.

“Xia Noya, I’ll create an opportunity for you. Use your powers sparingly, but when you do, strike to kill.”

“Mm…”

Xia Noya’s response was hesitant, her attention scattered, occasionally looking around aimlessly, searching for something.

A massive water tornado obscured the sky, and the demons below it howled excitedly, their fangs fully bared.

A man and a woman rode their horses through the dense swarm of demons. The horses, spooked, were almost running on pure survival instinct, and the demons’ attacks grazed the two riders, fortunately only causing minor injuries.

The old butler and Sword Lunatic Sworde chased after them, Sworde’s sword light slaughtering all around, completely disregarding his own exhaustion, his sanity seemingly slipping—Enforcers should not overuse their power.

“Xia Noya, now’s the time, go for his waist!”

Before he spoke, Chu Yan threw a corpse bomb, and the bodies of the demons Sworde had slain began to explode in a chain reaction, blasting his body half into the air, but only causing minor injuries.

Xia Noya snapped back to reality, her magic sword stabbing into a small magic circle beside her, and a corresponding circle appeared behind Sworde, a black magic blade piercing through his body.

“This… this isn’t swordsmanship at all!”

Sword roared in anger, and just as his actions were interrupted, a small tornado controlled by the Siren formed, twisting his head off like a meat grinder.

But his mangled body, as if conscious, still swung its sword blade, craving the souls of the slain through its killing.

—Was this a complete loss of control, being dominated by the forbidden powers he had touched?