2-32 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

### Volume 2 Chapter 32: Taste My Icy Iron Elbow! (Double Update) Author: Han Tang Returns Updated: 2025/5/13 22:30:01 Word Count: 4031 "You arrogant little brats think you can thwart our noble cause?" The zealot sneered in a rough voice. "We have shed our frail human shells, awoken from the slumber of ignorance to serve the boundless wisdom and skills of truth and Eurnes." "What do you mere ants know of our great endeavors?" "Still spouting gibberish," Wenny retorted, "if you're sick, get treated. I know some people at the church hospital and can help you book an appointment." "So why is it always Carrilim Academy? You guys keep targeting this place like there's a gold mine under it?" he further mocked. "You foolish mortals fail to comprehend our journey. Ignorance and weakness aren't sins, but resisting us, resisting truth, certainly is," the zealot sharpened his words like blades. "The Supreme Deity will be reborn one day and will descend to purify this sullied world. My master, Eurnes, is the sole candidate." "When Order completely collapses, the one true Supreme Deity shall awaken and reemerge, to grovel before the advent and divine retribution of my master, Eurnes. You could have continued to scrape by in the new world my master creates, as she is merciful." "Yet, you choose to stand against us, against my master. No one can save you now; defying the impending Supreme Deity will lead your fate to be incinerated by truth," the zealot proclaimed calmly. "Who knew you, an ugly creature, have the potential to become a bard? What's with the endless monologue?" Wenny couldn't understand what the zealot was raving about. Truth, Supreme Deity—none of it resonated with him. The game's setting mostly covered basics and lacked thorough world-building. After all, people played the game for the thrilling encounters with charming heroines, not to delve into heavy lore. Moreover, Wenny hadn’t even read the game's settings fully, so he had no idea what this creature was spouting. He dismissed it as nonsense. After losing their humanity and becoming demon-god lackeys, they weren't right in the head anyway. Who in their sane mind would pledge to the demon gods? Aesphyra remained silent after hearing the zealot's convoluted rambling. "Carrilim Academy holds things it shouldn't control, things that obstruct 'truth', the birth of the Supreme Deity," the zealot clenched his fist. "You persist thanks to that accursed object. Without it, your obsolete species would have been cast into endless dimensional storms to perish." "That thing impedes the world's evolution and our plans. Anything static must be erased!" "Resistance is futile; in a world governed by the Supreme Deity, there’s no place for you!" The zealot's writhing tendrils abruptly extended towards the two. **Alchemical Touch** The speed left Wenny no chance to dodge. Aesphyra elegantly slipped on a pair of disposable gloves, gracefully nudging Wenny aside as she spun through the air, narrowly evading the tentacles. "Crack!" The tendrils struck the ground where they had stood, creating a gaping crater. What the heck is this?! Wenny was dumbfounded. Poison? Magic? Poison or magic—either way, if that had hit him, he’d likely be done for. His **Barrier** wouldn't withstand non-physical attacks like that. The zealot wasn't stopping. Seeing both evade, the zealot wrapped his tentacles around pillars nearby, pulling himself towards Wenny like a massive, coiled slingshot. It was glaringly evident that Wenny was the easiest target, thus he became the zealot's primary focus. "You seriously think I'm easy prey, huh?" Wenny fumed, realizing the zealot targeted him twice. He cursed back. Who was Wenny if not someone whose mouth was quick when his fists lagged a little? "You hideous abomination. I'm surprised you didn’t melt into pure demonic gold. See if I don't max out your medical card today!" His mouth ran faster than his brain when the zealot lunged at him. Initially, he thought of dodging but doubted he could outrun it. He then considered meeting the attack head-on. Before making a decision, the zealot's grotesque visage was suddenly upon him. Ah, scared silly! In that split second, a petite, silver figure swept through the air, her sword wreathed in red flames slicing into the zealot's waist, sending him careening off course to crash ten meters away. "In a life-and-death battlefield, any decision beats indecision," Aesphyra said as she struck down the zealot, landing gracefully beside Wenny with her sword poised behind her. "Obviously! Of course, I know that!" Though cold sweat was drenching Wenny’s forehead, he attempted to maintain his bravado. Unwavering obstinance now seemed to be his passive trait. "Ahem, thanks again for saving me," Wenny coughed to mask his embarrassment. "Three times," Aesphyra reminded him, holding up three fingers. "Huh? What three times?" Wenny was puzzled. "Tonight, I’ve saved you three times," she replied with a playful arch of her brow. "But that only happened twice!" Wenny protested. "Oh? Didn’t think that statue breaking at the banquet was your doing, did you?" she mused with a wry smile. “Okay, okay, I suspected you were watching me all evening and even followed me here,” Wenny acknowledged, raising an eyebrow. “Aren't you grateful now that I was cautious and followed you? Otherwise, you might have already met the goddess," she cooed. "Tch." He had no rebuttal for that, merely clicking his tongue and glaring at the zealot. “And you still dare make a move?” Wenny flipped a middle finger at the zealot, the ring on it pulsing with electric light. “Have a taste of your medicine!” As he finished, ominous thunderclouds formed above the zealot before a lightning bolt crashed onto its head. "Does it hurt? Does it hurt? What? You don't want it anymore? Hahaha!" Wenny laughed heartily, hands on his hips. "Now you see how powerful this young master is, don't you?" After the thunder strike, a menacing crack formed in the ground where the zealot now stood. Smoky and motionless at first, the zealot eventually regained mobility, slightly flexing his muscles even as thick, electric-laden liquid dripped from his body. "What the heck?" Wenny's eyes widened. "Is this guy immune to electricity? Why didn't the magic work?" "The zealot, as a distinguished follower of the Alchemical Demon God Eurnes, possesses many of Eurnes' attributes, including the trait of Alchemical Blood," Aesphyra explained, reciting the zealot's characteristics as if from a script. "Alchemical Blood? What's that?" Wenny was clueless. "This trait grants Eurnes' followers some elemental resistances. It's like they carry potions that absorb various elemental attacks. This particular zealot happens to have absorbed resistance to lightning elements. That's why your enchanted lightning ring attack was ineffective," Aesphyra elaborated. "See the liquid dripping from him that looks like medicine? That’s his 'blood.' The zealot's body contains several types of such 'blood,' each resisting a different element." "Using potions as blood? That's hardcore!" Wenny remarked incredulously. "That's Alchemical Blood for you. Why do you think zealots are so hard to deal with?" Aesphyra countered with a question. "Tsk, elemental-absorbing potions are worth a fortune. I wonder how much these zealots would sell for," Wenny quipped. "That's impossible. The potions lose effect once outside their body, so theoretically, selling them is out of the question," Aesphyra said, arching a brow. "So, does that mean they have something like 'overall magic resistance'?" Wenny asked. "Not quite. Their blood, while absorbing some elemental magic, isn't limitless. Once that type of blood is depleted, they lose resistance to that element. Plus, they only have resistance to certain elements, not all," Aesphyra clarified. She added, "Only one family on the continent of Tyrilis truly possesses magic resistance, but if that bloodline decays, it becomes meaningless." She shot a significant glance at Wenny, who pressed his lips together silently. The zealot, now unfrozen, shook his powerful arms, electricity dancing across his claws. "So it's a lightning element zealot," Aesphyra deduced. "No wonder he has that resistance." "You brat, I'll tear you apart!" The zealot roared, his ashen hair billowing as his claws clashed, sending a bolt of lightning streaking towards Wenny. Red lotus flames ignited on Aesphyra's sacred sword, shattering the zealot's lightning with magic. The sword stood firm as intense heat radiated forth. **Scarlet Path** The ground melted, a carpet of red lotus fire surged towards the zealot. The zealot anchored his tendrils into pillars and lifted himself, dodging the flames while launching his body like a projectile, thunder resounding as lightning streaked across the sky. This move again. Wenny brandished his spear, gripping its tail, and swung the frosted blade towards the zealot. **Frosty Full Moon Slash** The icy blue laser traced its path, leaving a trail of frosted thorns, erecting a sturdy ice wall that shielded him and Aesphyra. When the zealot's massive claws hammered upon the ice wall, it proved surprisingly resilient. Elements like ice, water, and earth boast exceptional defensive properties. Shields or walls forged from these elements offer strong protection, though water and earth lack offensive power, unlike the aggressive nature of ice. Hence, individuals with a high affinity for ice—a balance of offense and defense—are rare. Thanks to the ice's formidable defense, coupled with the high-level magic of Frosty Fang, the zealot's charging blow shattered Wenny's Ice Skin spell but couldn't break through the Frosty Full Moon Slash's ice wall. But if one blow fails, try two. The muscular, towering zealot, with lightning arcing between his large hands, repeatedly struck the ice wall. In seconds, he landed over ten thunderous blows on the barrier, which, strained beyond limits, finally shattered with a forceful chop. However, as he breached the wall, seeking to glimpse beyond, two figures awaited: An elegant silver-haired maiden swinging a flame-clad sacred sword at his head from above and an armored man, encased in frost, charging from below. The zealot found no room to dodge or counter. In breaching the wall, he remained blind to actions behind it, whereas his adversaries knew his every move. Exploiting this blind spot, the pair coordinated an ambush. A top-down fiery slash crashed against his head, while an iron-clad, frost-armored charge smashed into his torso. **Flame Slash Sword** **Ice Skin Technique** A cheeky blue-haired youth taunted amidst the chaos, "Elbow you, foolish zealot!" "Taste my Icy Iron Elbow!" "Boom!" The zealot flew back like a cut kite, limbs scraping the ground, leaving deep grooves before halting several meters back.