A Transmigrator’s Privilege-Chapter 230

"Ughhh!"

"Sa, save me!"

The screams of terrified people echoed through the air. I quickly muttered the incantation.

"Shield of Protection."

Whoooosh.

A silver fortress unfolded grandly behind me.

A sparkling wall made of diamond-like crystal shielded the city and its people.

Countless fireballs crashed against the barrier, unable to break through, exploding in vain.

"We're... alive!"

"Yes, Your Grace!"

[ An atheist has been converted and made into a believer!]

[ An atheist has been converted and made into a believer!]

...While my vision was being filled with thrilling system messages, I successfully closed the distance with Nazril.

The Serpens traced a smooth arc through the air.

Swish!

The cigar that Nazril had been holding in his mouth was sliced off.

It was because he narrowly retreated just in time.

But my attack didn’t end there. I followed it up with a soft continuous strike, extending the blade of Serpens and hitting Nazril again.

Clang!

Instead of the sensation of cutting something, a clash of metal echoed back. Nazril's staff was blocking in front of his chest.

"Pfft."

Nazril spat out the half of the cigar he was holding.

That was the signal flare.

The Serpens, having returned to its sword form, swept across Nazril’s front.

Nazril twisted his body at an odd angle to dodge and then thrust his staff forward.

I avoided his strike and aimed another follow-up attack.

The exchange continued at a speed so fast that it was nearly impossible to see with the naked eye.

As the swords and staff collided, light and shadow scattered like afterimages. The clang of metal continually struck my eardrums.

In the intense battle, Nazril casually spoke.

"Not bad. I’ll give you that."

"....."

"No response? Too busy fighting to have a word...?"

Swish!

A long bloodline appeared on Nazril's left cheek, extending from the corner of his mouth.

It seemed like he flinched, feeling the sting, as his left eye twitched.

I scoffed.

"Do you really need a reply?"

".....Arrogant."

Nazril’s eyes glowed with a piercing light, as if provoked.

<What are you going to do if I get mad?>

I agree.

It was time to make Nazril’s gaze polite. I decided to start showing him the difference in power.

I opened my eyes that I had been squinting.

‘Come.’

Whoooosh!

I called forth my aura blades with my will, having cleared away the fireballs. The invisible blades filled the air, occupying Nazril’s sides and back. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Around him, light traced sharp straight lines and gentle curved trajectories.

"Tch!"

Nazril, who had been frantically dodging and defending against the swords attacking from all directions, could only focus on defense.

The battle, fought atop a narrow roof, was clearly more advantageous for the attacker.

Nazril’s body was being pushed back little by little.

"...This won’t do."

It was then that Nazril took off his bowler hat and turned it inside out.

"Come forth, my beloved pigeons!"

The bowler hat transformed into a magician’s hat and summoned black birds.

People screamed, recognizing the birds' identity.

"Th-they’re Shadow Beasts!"

A dozen or so shadow beasts swarmed around Nazril, guarding him and keeping my aura blades in check.

A standoff ensued, with both sides maintaining a balance of power.

At this point, Nazril bared his fangs and grinned.

It wasn’t an overwhelming attack, but a standoff, and that was enough for him to be pleased.

That’s when my necklace chimed.

<This guy has really long fangs? Is he a vampire?>

Agnes questioned Nazril’s species as she prepared to target his weakness.

"No."

I gave a short reply and called forth my divine power.

To break the deadlock, I decided to push forward with firepower.

"Divine Punishment!"

Crack!

Holy white light and powerful lightning surged into my seven aura blades all at once.

<Keek!>

The combination of lightning, divine light, and aura tore apart the shadow beasts in an instant.

Then, as Nazril was once again alone, the blades closed in from all sides.

"This...!"

Nazril, focusing on deflecting the aura blades, exposed his side to me.

I wouldn’t miss this opening. My personal sword, in its private form, swung wide and circled around, aiming for his back.

The sensation of slicing through his flesh reached my fingertips.

"Ugh..."

A strange noise that didn’t quite belong in a life-or-death battle brushed my eardrums.

That peculiar moan definitely came from Nazril’s mouth.

<What’s that?>

While Agnes doubted her hearing, Nazril, having defensively pulled back, seemed to justify himself.

"Ah, my back is a bit sensitive. I’d appreciate it if you’d be careful."

<What is this? Some kind of pervert?>

Agnes voiced her sharp retort, while I responded coldly.

"Got it."

"....You got it?"

"Mm."

I casually nodded at Nazril, who looked at me in confusion. Then, I added a line.

"That’s why I’m going to scratch it more."

I quickly resumed the battle, which had been momentarily halted.

Swishhh!

I spread the recovered aura blades wide again. The blades crackled with lightning as they honed in on Nazril’s back.

Nazril, once again, took off his bowler hat.

"Come forth!"

"That trick won’t work again."

I immediately expanded my range of perception and sent the aura blades into motion.

‘Devour him.’

Like the tail of a serpentine beast, my personal sword, elongated, swung wildly.

The shadow beasts were torn to shreds in an instant, as if their flesh had been completely ripped apart.

I wasn’t done yet.

One of my aura blades flew fiercely toward Nazril’s head.

Swish!

The hat, resembling a bird’s nest, was cleanly sliced off.

"How dare you damage my hat... ugh!"

Nazril, grinding his teeth, faltered as his posture collapsed.

My aura blade, having finished cleaning up the surroundings, struck Nazril’s back once more.

From then on, I relentlessly targeted his back.

Cut only the back, stab only the back, strike only the back.

My goal was solely his back, back, back!

‘Let’s see that back!’

Without realizing, I became fixated, my eyes gleaming.

<What the hell is this guy?>

"Wait, Agnes. I’ll show you soon."

As Nazril’s back filled with bloodlines, his movements slowed.

Now was the time.

Without missing a single gap, my two aura blades sank deep into his shoulders.

"Gah!"

Instead of crushing flesh and bone, I converted the piercing power into momentum.

The two aura blades impaled Nazril’s body and pinned him to a nearby clock tower.

Boom!

"Kkhhh!"

The blue blood that Nazril vomited splattered down four floors.

But I wasn’t finished. I sent the remaining five aura blades flying at him.

All seven blades, now charged with the energy of thunder, embedded themselves like spikes all over Nazril’s body.

"Keugh! The executor of Divine Punishment...!"

"....."

I didn’t respond to his call. Instead, I flicked my fingers.

Snap, the small sound triggered the fuses of the connected aura blades.

Boom!

A massive explosion engulfed Nazril and the clock tower. Sparks of electricity scattered in all directions.

Due to the combined destructive force, the clock tower ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) collapsed and a dust cloud rose thick into the air.

As the dust cloud slowly settled, the battlefield was eerily silent.

Everyone watching our battle swallowed dryly, staring at the dust cloud.

After a long silence, a deep voice finally broke the stillness.

"...Did we defeat him?"

"Father!"

"Ah, Your Majesty!"

<Hey, you clueless old man!>

Angry and resentful glares poured in from all directions at the old man who had spoken a forbidden word in battle.

I, while generating aura blades behind me, defended the old man.

"He’s ranked 175th in the demon hierarchy. This firepower isn’t enough."

Just as I was waiting for something to happen, a change occurred.

Wham!

From the dust cloud, shadow beasts soared into the sky, their chilling roars dominating the night.

<Keek!>

"Ugh."

"Yikes!"

"So many!"

The number of them was overwhelming, like a murder of crows. The faces of the people turned pale.

The shadow beasts didn’t attack the city or the people.

Instead, they split into two groups and formed a specific shape. Eventually, what they formed was...

<Wings?>

A huge pair of black wings stretched wide in the night sky.

"You said your back was weak."

Flap!

With a single flap of those wings, all the dust in the area was blown away.

Nazril appeared calmly.

Even amidst the fierce battle, the coat that had been clinging to his shoulders was now gone.

In fact, even his upper clothing had been removed, revealing thick, muscular skin.

The root of those monstrous wings connected directly to Nazril’s back. It became clear who Nazril truly was.

<Ayleth, could it be... he’s...>

I finished the thought.

"That’s right. He’s a fallen angel who committed a great sin."

The exact nature of his sin was something Nazril himself revealed during his introduction.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am Nazril. I was once a sacred being called Nazriel, but I was cast into hell for showing 108 humans the pleasures of life. It was an unjust and tragic event."

Nazril clutched his head in agony.

It was a tragic gesture, but to me, it seemed more like a low-budget actor’s melodrama.

The truth was this.

"He specifically targeted innocent people, getting them addicted to drugs and gambling. He even made their relatives co-sign their debts."

[‘The Creator’s Economy Manager’ trembles at the mention of co-signing.]

[‘The Word-Maker’ from Lanyen Church absolutely forbids co-signing.]

[‘The Scales of Souls’ nods as they declare that no co-signing is allowed in their eyes.]<Trash! Let's burn him, Ayleth!>

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