The Wicked Saintess Who Transmigrated into the Book Will Never Reveal Her Secret Identity

Chapter 51 : Sever!

Sever!==========================

The director forced a calm smile. "Hero, this wall not only suppresses magic, but it's also incredibly strong. You can't break out of it."

"Oh?"

Lyle narrowed his eyes. He was very angry now.

He'd never had a favorable impression of these people to begin with. At least eighty percent of the deaths among the poor in the city were related to them.

And now, they even dared to lay hands on someone close to him?

Ever since he'd learned of his teacher's death again, even though Lyle kept reminding himself that the root cause of all this was that false god,

he still couldn't help but be filled with murderous intent toward the members of the association who served the false god.

Moreover, after that incident, he had sworn to protect Jiang Cheng at all costs.

The people before him had simultaneously triggered two of Lyle's reverse scales.

He could hardly imagine—if not for the Stone Sword's special ability allowing him to teleport over—would Jiang Cheng really have died at their hands?

Whenever he thought of this, a violent killing intent surged in his heart, wholly unlike his usual style.

"Hero, if you put down your sword, we'll let you go. We have no intention of fighting you; we only wish to kill the Saintess."

"You're not getting out of here, trust me. Just put down your sword," the director continued to plead.

"Whether I can get out or not, I'll know once I try."

Lyle grew impatient and directly cut him off.

Gripping the Stone Sword tightly, Lyle raised his hand. The slender long sword now possessed the imposing presence of a heavy blade in his grasp.

"Sever!" he roared. Muscles tensed, Lyle swung the sword powerfully at the wall.

Such force that the air split with a series of sonic booms.

"Boom!"

Under Lyle's martial prowess, the sword struck straight and true, crashing into the wall.

The next second, the thick, metallic wall shattered and collapsed on the spot.

Through the dust and debris, Lyle's figure appeared before the laboratory crowd, holding Jiang Cheng in his arms with his sword in hand.

"A hero's body has never been one that relies solely on magic to fight."

"How could this be?"

The director, still in the laboratory, slid from his stool in terror at the spectacle before him.

"This was the superalloy gifted to us by the Lord himself, the crystallization of wisdom in this world—how could..."

"The crystallization of your wisdom, huh."

Lyle sneered. "Take it with you—go to hell!"

"No! You can't kill me—I'm the Lord's favorite subordinate! Kill me and he will be enraged—he will take revenge on you!"

The director scrambled backwards on the floor, terror-stricken as Lyle closed in on him.

"Oh~ The Lord will be angry, huh~"

Lyle laughed.

"Right! Put down the sword, let's talk this out. It's not a big deal, just a woman after all—"

"Pft!"

Before he could finish, the Stone Sword's tip pierced the director's heart.

"In that case, go see your Lord. Let me see how angry he can really get—for the loss of just one subordinate."

"You... you really dare..."

Blood gushes from his mouth as the director stared wide-eyed, incredulous.

"The Lord will judge you..."

"I'll judge your Lord!"

Lyle cut off the director's dying words, his tone icy.

Yet, in his eyes—contradicting his cold expression—roared an intense flame.

"Sever!"

He coldly swept his gaze across the laboratory. Holy light cascaded down the Stone Sword, igniting an overwhelming sacred fire.

Lyle swung fiercely, unleashing a blazing, fire-infused slash.

The sheer power and heat instantly incinerated the entire laboratory, including those unable to escape in time.

"Cough, cough,"

Jiang Cheng coughed a couple of times, groggily waking up.

With the director gone and his divine art no longer in effect, Jiang Cheng's wounds rapidly vanished and healed.

And while Jiang Cheng's unconsciousness didn't stem from her injuries, but rather from psychological trauma,

Lyle's arrival had helped her recovery greatly.

"Lyle?"

She opened her eyes slightly, seeing the figure before her.

"So you really came... thank you,"

Jiang Cheng said absentmindedly, still a bit dazed.

Lying in Lyle's arms was surprisingly warm, Jiang Cheng thought through the haze.

Being held like this, an endless sense of security welled up from deep within her, greatly easing her mental state.

What she didn't notice was that when Lyle heard her words, he paused.

This was the first time Jiang Cheng had ever thanked him, and even the first time in his memory that she'd spoken to him in such a gentle tone.

In this weakened state, Jiang Cheng was no longer so aggressive, appearing far more fragile.

"Hoo."

Lyle let out a long breath. That single thank-you seemed to ease much of the resentment pent up in his heart.

Shaking her head, Jiang Cheng slowly regained her senses and looked at Lyle.

"Lyle, how did you get in here? That metal wall suppressed magic—teleportation shouldn't have worked."

Jiang Cheng, who always liked devising anti-magic tactics, was—ironically—undone by anti-magic measures herself.

That natural sense of powerlessness that spellcasters felt when facing anti-magic materials was truly terrifying.

"The Stone Sword,"

Lyle answered. "The Stone Sword has a special power."

Jiang Cheng tilted her head. How did she not know? She'd examined it countless times.

Not only did she know all the Stone Sword's abilities, she even knew what color underwear Lyle preferred.

"Mm. I discovered it the day I decided to protect you—"

"I can select you as my protection target. As long as you summon me or suffer severe harm, I'll teleport to your side."

Where did this ability come from? Jiang Cheng was puzzled. She'd never heard the Stone Sword could do this.

Even though it was called both the Hero's Sword and sometimes the Guardian's Sword, after all.

But on closer reflection, Jiang Cheng understood. In the story, Lyle had always selflessly wanted to protect everyone, never once showing favoritism.

Without the intense desire to solely protect one person, that ability naturally would not awaken.

Still, the troublesome author hadn't even included this in the setting notes—a serious warning for Jiang Cheng. Thıs content belongs to novel•fire.net

It seemed the information she knew, while not wrong, might still be incomplete. She'd have to be more careful in the future.

For instance, this laboratory—she had no idea about its traps or ambushes,

since in the original story, Lyle had never fully fallen out with the association's followers, let alone fought them.

So a secret room designed to imprison others like this never came up in Jiang Cheng's knowledge.

Thinking of this, Jiang Cheng furrowed her brow. She hadn't expected that divine art's rank to be so high,

not just countering other identities the system bestowed, but even triggering injuries from before her transmigration.

Is this what a god is... The thought that she'd be facing Him directly soon made her both nervous and excited...

It reminded her of those events from her previous life—sins truly beyond forgiveness.