Chapter 130 : We Still Don’t Know What She Said That Night

“What…”

The knights surrounding Milly had thought she was defenseless. They just had to cut off her wings to prevent her from escaping, and then they could take her back to the Church.

But the change was too sudden. The tendril that shot out from her palm instantly pierced the nearest knight. His helmet hid his expression, but it was not hard to imagine the disbelief on his face, the despair in his eyes.

“Impossible, I…”

Before he could finish, his body suddenly swelled, as if the tendril inside him was expanding. In a blink, his body grew to a grotesque size, like an overinflated balloon.

The other knights backed away, staring at their spherical comrade. The next moment, his body exploded, a rain of blood and gore.

Milly stared blankly. The tendril brought a storm of blood. The nearby knights instinctively tried to retreat, but they were pierced and exploded just like the first one.

“Mon… monster!”

“Retreat! Retreat!”

By the time they realized they had to run, it was too late.

The tendril was much faster than them. It pierced several of them at once, like a skewer. Milly could only sit and watch as they exploded into a rain of blood.

“A bit… too much.”

The tendril from her palm was smaller than Stacy’s. She tried to summon another, but she could only summon one.

The slaughter had left her stunned. It was as if she had unlocked a special ability in a game. The knights were helpless before the tendril, instantly killed.

When she came to, the air was thick with the smell of blood. The knights were gone, leaving only a sea of red and a few pieces of flesh.

From the moment the tendril appeared, it had only taken a few dozen seconds to slaughter them all. After dealing with them, the tendril returned to her, affectionately rubbing against her head, as if asking for praise.

Unlike Stacy’s, she could feel that this tendril had its own consciousness, and she could control it.

She aimed at the transparent barrier above her. She hadn’t noticed it when she attacked the guards on the wall. It must have been activated after the alarm sounded.

She had almost gotten herself killed.

The tendril easily pierced the barrier. As for the archers who had shot at her, they were too far away. If she went after them, she might run into more trouble.

She wasn’t in good condition. She had to leave, before more trouble came.

She pushed herself up, but her legs gave out.

What was happening?

She looked at the tendril. It had shrunk. It seemed her remaining magic was not enough to sustain it.

She retracted it. Her body felt a little better. The consumption was greater than she had expected. It had only been half a minute, but her remaining magic was almost gone.

And her healing ability was also affected. She tried to spread her wings. The arrow wound throbbed with a tearing pain. She could probably force one more flight.

She had to leave. In the darkness, someone was still watching her. If they appeared now, she only had one last resort.

She quickly stimulated the acupoints on her right arm. If someone came now, she still had a way to defend herself.

Where did this one come from?

She dodged a sword thrust. Before he could strike again, she punched him in the chest. He flew backward, crashing into the city wall.

The old knight couldn’t believe it. He had hidden his presence, dodged the lightning, the tendril. He had thought her magic was gone.

He had thought it was his chance. He had already imagined his future life, a life of luxury, of endless ale.

Now, with a single punch, all his fantasies were shattered.

Seeing the motionless old knight, Milly frowned. More and more accidents. She had to leave, now. She could feel something approaching.

She had played it too close.

She spread her wings, and with a grunt of pain, took off. Just as she was about to fly over the city wall, she felt several balls of heat approaching.

She flapped her wings, trying to gain altitude. She looked back. Several huge fireballs. They missed her, but exploded below her.

The shockwave sent her tumbling. She fell like a broken kite.

The world spun. She vaguely realized she was outside the city wall, by the moat. The sound of her left arm breaking.

“Cough…”

She coughed up blood. She pushed herself up. Her wings were badly damaged, and her left leg was in agony.

Before anyone appeared on the wall, she dragged her injured leg into the forest outside the city.

The consequences of her recklessness were more severe than she had imagined.

As her figure disappeared into the forest, a few dark figures appeared on the wall.

As he spoke, no one moved. The man who had launched the fireballs looked at his comrades. They were frozen, as if controlled.

The night wind suddenly stopped.

A thin silver thread flashed before his eyes. The next moment, the world turned upside down. He saw his own body, but his head was gone.

In his fading vision, he saw his comrades turn and walk back into the city, a thin silver thread on each of their necks, gleaming in the moonlight.

The night wind howled, ruffling a few strands of silver hair. Stacy sat alone on the edge of the clock tower, the night wind lifting the hem of her dress, revealing the perfect curve of her black-stockinged legs. In the moonlight, they gleamed like mother-of-pearl, a deliberate trap.

A few thin silver threads, invisible to the naked eye, were wrapped around her fingers. Where the other end was, who knew.

When the small white figure had completely disappeared into the forest, she slowly looked away.

Sensing that Little Milly was in danger, Stacy had teleported to the clock tower. A moment ago, the little one had been sitting in the same spot.

“Why doesn’t she ever learn?”

If she hadn’t come, the little one would have been captured by those who came after.

The night wind carried away her sigh. She suddenly heard a familiar echo.

“Was it worth it?”

“She said she would never forgive you, no matter what you do.”

Hearing Lillian’s voice, Stacy didn’t answer at first. She just opened her hand, feeling the night wind pass through her fingers.

Her lips moved. She seemed to say something, but the night wind carried her words away, tearing them apart, and with them, Lillian’s voice, which faded without an echo.