Why must the devil be Defeated?

Chapter 343: 342 'You can't do it, Princess.

Chapter 343: 342 ‘You can’t do it, Princess.

“Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom—!”

Skyward, a rain of light, born from countless tiny meteors, continued to pour down relentlessly upon Cappelen.

However, as time elapsed, the scale and power of the descending Rain of Light increased significantly, resembling artillery fire scouring the ground, triggering more and more violent explosions.

Shane no longer showed any mercy and maximized the power of his Flying Star in an attempt to halt the steps of the Empire Princess.

But perhaps because Flying Star was after all but a Basic Magic and not particularly lethal, the Rain of Light from the sky never managed to harm Cappelen, allowing her to successfully breach Shane’s defenses and approach him.

“Divert!”

Having advanced to Shane’s proximity, Cappelen chanted a brief spell again, altering the effect of the imitation Holy Sword.

As the light from the imitation Holy Sword shifted, the protective glow of Damage Reduction around Cappelen was replaced by a brilliance that converted into sheer power, her aura escalating considerably.

“This time it’s a level upgrade, isn’t it?”

Shane saw through it at a glance and promptly readied the Holy Sword.

“Clang!”

Cappelen’s imitation Holy Sword transformed into a flash of light slashing down, striking Shane’s Holy Sword and sending sparks flying once again.

However, different from the last attack, the strength and intensity of this assault were significantly greater.

Involuntarily, Shane took a half step back, giving Cappelen the chance to press her advantage unrelentingly.

“Shoosh! Shoosh! Shoosh! Shoosh…!”

Amidst the sound of cleaving air, Cappelen wielded the imitation Holy Sword with formidable calmness, drawing streak after streak of sword light, enveloping Shane in swift flashes aimed for his entire body.

Shane saw countless sword lights coming at him, and he could not help but feel a chill at the formidable offensive of Cappelen.

Cappelen’s slashing was remarkably swift and decisive, devoid of fancy flourishes or convoluted paths— it was a sword skill that pursued efficiency in killing the enemy, fundamentally different from ordinary swordsmanship.

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