He tried to save the fallen girls, but they came after him instead.

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"If you want to do it, do it quickly."

“Oh, don’t worry, good things come to those who wait. I’m thinking about how to cut off your head completely so that it would be more suitable for display in the cathedral.” Catherine shook her head, banishing the memories that were bothering her from her mind.

"I have only one request: let Shirakawa go and let him live his life."

"A mere witch dares to negotiate with me? Hahaha, but I promise you, as long as you die, I don't care whether he lives or dies. Just let him live or die on his own."

“Okay, now that you’ve agreed, I can rest easy…” Cecilia sighed, head down.

Catherine did not answer.

?

Cecilia looked up and saw Catherine gazing in one direction.

Cecilia followed her gaze and saw only a red-clad Shirakawa.

The red blood beneath the skin was visible, and each breath carried a white mist.

The bruises and swelling on his wrists were washed away by the turbulent blood.

Cecilia's eyes widened in terror...

Shirakawa, did Shirakawa use that?

That gift pack is only used when he needs to escape in dangerous situations?

While pushing the body to its limits can unleash human potential, the side effect is exhaustion, collapse, and inability to rise again.

The damage suffered during this period was also returned many times over due to the body being overloaded.

In other words, this form can only be used to give him a brief moment of respite when he's being beaten to a pulp by Yoshioka, allowing him to escape at top speed.

If he were to fight someone in this form...

It's 100% certain that you will die.

As a result, he is now...

"Shirakawa, don't come any closer!" Cecilia shouted to stop him.

Catherine also noticed the change in Shirakawa's body. She didn't have time to think about how to make the cut look good, so she quickly swung her holy sword.

Ding!

The holy sword in his hand was kicked away by Shirakawa in an instant, and it was embedded heavily in the wall.

So fast!

"Inside." Shirakawa's eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily.

He looked at Caitlin and clenched his fist.

"Round two, now begins."

205. The Finale of the Battle

"How could this be?" Catherine was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

How did this good-for-nothing Shirakawa suddenly become so strong?

Shirakawa felt his blood boiling, his heart pounding, and his entire body operating at a high capacity.

Shirakawa, of course, gave Catherine no chance to breathe. He clenched his fist and aimed directly at Catherine's abdomen.

This attack sent Catherine flying, crashing heavily against the wall.

"Shirakawa, stop fighting. You don't need to go this far," Cecilia pleaded. "You'll die!"

This punch was powerful, but if the force was used excessively this time, Shirakawa would suffer a fracture, or even lose all sensation in his arm.

"Please, Shirakawa, it's not too late to stop now."

"It's too late, Cecilia." Shirakawa stopped thinking about the consequences at this point.

He just wanted to kill this arrogant and self-important woman; all he wanted was to protect this poor succubus.

"How pathetic, Shirakawa." Catherine clutched her lower abdomen, stood up against the wall, and pulled the sword out of the wall.

"You're willing to give your life for a shameless witch. It seems you've been completely bewitched by her." Catherine assumed a fighting stance, and the small bruise on her abdomen began to heal visibly.

This is also one of the abilities of her nun's robes—the ability to quickly heal wounds.

"Yes, that's right, I was completely captivated. Who doesn't like a white-haired, big-breasted mature woman?" Shirakawa made no attempt to hide it.

Whether it's her smooth and beautiful skin or his red eyes and white hair, they're both in Shirakawa's favored side. If she hadn't appeared as a god, perhaps Shirakawa could have really become her favorite.

"Her beauty is also a facade. You must have seen her true face, which is nothing more than an insignificant little scarlet spider."

"It's better than you, isn't it?" Shirakawa pointed at Catherine, who was dressed in a revealing outfit that resembled a saint's dress, and mocked her. "Dressed so provocatively, you still call others witches who have fallen. I think you're just a lewd nun who likes to seduce men."

"How dare you insult my Saint Cloth!" Shirakawa's words ignited Catherine's fury. He had desecrated her faith. Catherine gripped her holy sword and charged directly at Shirakawa.

A high-level sweeping strike aimed at Shirakawa's neck.

Shirakawa crouched down to dodge the attack. The sword was so fast that Shirakawa could feel the wind around the blade.

It seems Catherine isn't holding back either.

Enraged, Catherine launched a series of attacks, her broad holy sword even forming a shield from the afterimages of her rapid movements.

The relentless attacks overwhelmed Shirakawa, forcing him to retreat repeatedly and making it impossible for him to get close to Catherine.

"Go to hell, Shirakawa." Catherine laughed maniacally, nothing could stop her path of revenge.

Unexpectedly, Shirakawa suddenly stepped forward, and the holy sword struck him directly in the chest with a dull thud.

It was clearly the sound of the furcula, which protects the chest cavity, cracking.

The adrenaline surged through Shirakawa's brain, making him unable to feel pain.

He seized the opportunity to kick Catherine's knee hard with a low sweeping kick.

Catherine winced in pain, her legs bending slightly.

Although her clothes could protect her, Shirakawa's attack power had almost surpassed the range of humans.

Taking advantage of Catherine's momentary lapse in concentration, Shirakawa's fists rained down upon her.

Every punch was delivered with all of Shirakawa's might.

Now it's Catherine's turn to be beaten and forced to retreat.

The recovery was not keeping pace with the damage, and large bruises began to appear on Catherine's body.

Shirakawa knew this was his last chance to completely defeat her.

"Miike, Matsushima, stop him!" Catherine roared.

The two, their pretty faces brimming with collagen, were activated and stood up unsteadily. Matsushima raised the revolver from his waist and mechanically loaded it.

"Shirakawa, watch out behind you!" Cecilia shouted.

Shirakawa did not answer; he had no time to pay attention to Matsushima behind him.

This opportunity to completely suppress Catherine was found by Shirakawa at the terrible cost of a shattered sternum.

Not to be missed.

Matsushima slowly raised his revolver and aimed it at the back of Shirakawa's head.

Her wrist trembled slightly, showing that her consciousness was fighting against Catherine's control.

"Shoot, Matsushima!" Catherine yelled.

"Shut up." Shirakawa punched Catherine in the mouth.

Cecilia struggled to her feet, wanting to shield Shirakawa from the bullet.

Such firearms would not cause too much damage to the body of a deity.

But she couldn't do it. The wounds Catherine had caused were still bleeding, and her body and limbs were getting colder and colder, becoming more and more uncontrollable and unresponsive.

Even the spider legs behind it could only helplessly hook onto the ground.

Is this... what death feels like...?

Cecilia was powerless and could only watch as Matsushima aimed at Shirakawa's head.

boom!

Gunshots rang out in the small dungeon.

The muzzle flash illuminated the entire room.

Uh! Ah!

Shirakawa groaned.

He was shot in the shoulder; the bullet pierced his left shoulder and embedded itself in the wall in front of Shirakawa.

Catherine was still wondering why Matsushima, who had clearly aimed for Shirakawa's head, had hit Shirakawa's shoulder instead.

Until she saw Miike pressing Matsushima's wrist down.

A few wisps of white smoke were still coming out of the gun barrel.