When A Mage Revolts

Chapter 129: Michelle's Death (Part 1)

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Michelle turned back and glanced at the pursuers behind the carriage.

Cleaners are always the fastest. It was only about ten minutes since she pushed Benjamin out of the carriage and rolled down the hillside. These people followed him like hyenas hunting for prey. Michelle turned around and could already see a group of people on the mountain road in the distance, looming in the dust.

But... at least they caught up.

With this thought in mind, Michelle sat at the front of the car, took out a white handkerchief, and began to wipe off the makeup on her face.

Freckles and other things can be erased with a few more swipes. As for the glued eyelids, she had no choice but to tear them open without any convenient tools. She can't feel pain now, so it doesn't matter.

After rubbing her eyelids open, she blinked several times to make sure her eyelids were not torn or torn, then she took out the knocked out front teeth from her pocket and reinstalled them.

Her hair was dyed red and cut short... She had no choice but to let it hang weakly on the side of her face like withered grass dried by the sun in autumn.

After doing all this, she touched her face again with her hands to make sure that she didn't miss any piece.

"It's indeed a bit troublesome..." While doing this, she couldn't help but said to herself.

Why does she need to do this

In the face of a formidable enemy, maybe she should be more nervous instead of posing with her face. After all, she is not a person who loves beauty, but in this situation, she still hopes that she can face her old friend as she is.

After all, this meeting was a difficult new step even for her who had experienced many hardships.

But she didn't feel nervous.

-She couldn't feel anything for a long time.

Looking back, the Cleaners were one step closer to her, and Michelle could even see their general appearance clearly. Because of this, she saw that the pursuer at the head was not a knight, but the familiar face in red.

Aquiline nose, deep eye sockets, unpredictable emotions and anger hidden in the solidified wrinkles.

…Bishop.

After taking another closer look, Michelle suddenly felt a little disappointed.

Are these the only people

Two teams of purgers, plus the bishop of St. Peter's Basilica, are these the only pursuers sent by the church? Michelle didn't understand why the church only paid so little attention to Benjamin Reese, who showed such terrifying strength on the day of his burning.

They will pay for their slight. She couldn't help but think.

But... it wasn't time for her to sit back and relax.

After estimating the distance between the Cleaner and her, Michelle thought about it. Suddenly, she held her left arm with her right hand, pulled hard, and pulled off her left forearm.

She took her left arm in her hand and looked at it indifferently. Then, she turned around and threw her left arm hard towards the oncoming group of pursuers behind her.

Under the dazzling sunlight of the afternoon, the shape of his left arm suddenly blurred, and exploded, turning into a piece of dirty blood exuding a strange aura.

Under the influence of a huge and gloomy spiritual force, the dirty blood scattered in the air suddenly condensed together and came to the heads of the cleaners, and a brown rain with a foul odor began to fall.

Seeing this, the purgeers could only rein in their horses and stop.

The bishop looked at the rain of blood coming towards him and recited a few spells. I saw a barrier emitting golden light blocking everyone's heads. The blood rain hit the barrier, making a crackling sound like fried beans, and the holy light on the barrier flickered on and off.

But in the end, the rain of blood was blocked.

Seeing this, Michelle nodded with satisfaction. She turned back, waved the riding crop with her remaining right hand, and continued to drive the carriage down the mountain road.

The time his left arm delayed her arrival should be enough for her to lure the pursuers further away.

If she could, she didn't want to waste so much effort, but the place just now was still too close to the hillside where Benjamin rolled down. If the cleaners caught up and didn't find Benjamin on the carriage, they would definitely start a search nearby.

They'll find the boy.

Michelle was familiar with the terrain in this area. The hillside that Benjamin rolled down was not high, but there was a hole at the bottom of the hillside. If Benjamin could roll all the way down the cave, he should be able to roll quite far away. Don't be too lucky and you won't be thrown to death.

But she couldn't take any chances.

The church is very cautious in doing things. She must lead the purgeers farther away and give more misleading information to possibly save Benjamin Reese's life.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, the success rate of the entire plan is only 10/10. If the scene of Benjamin being pushed off the carriage and rolling down the hillside was seen, if these lackeys of the church did not follow her spiritual power... Even if there was a slight mistake, Benjamin Reese, the man with magic beyond imagination The talented noble boy will die in this place today.

But she did it anyway.

Maybe she was used to walking on a tightrope. Thinking that this plan had a one-tenth success rate, she felt that she was sure of victory, so she dived in without bothering to worry about other things.

Thinking of this, Michelle couldn't help but let out a few self-deprecating sneers.

This is probably why she got to this point.

A few months ago, when she kidnapped Benjamin as Grant Reese, she probably never would have imagined that after just a few months, she would go to great lengths just to save that boy's life. .

Are you willing

Of course not willingly.

… does it worth

Not only is it worth it, it’s a huge profit.

From the moment she turned around in the relics of "Soul Flame" and saw her body lying in a pool of blood, she figured this out - as long as it was something that could make the church feel uncomfortable, as long as there was a little bit that could lead to the church's destruction Even if it was a small possibility, she would do anything to be the first straw on the camel's back.

This is her obsession and the curse she carries throughout her life.

Even though the result was unsatisfactory, she still didn't feel the slightest regret. She does not regret becoming a mage and fighting against the church. This is what she must do. Although she hated words like "destiny" and thought they were depressing words that the church loved to say, she had to admit that this was her fate and she couldn't deny it.

Nor does she regret pursuing the legacy of Soul Flame. She just didn't expect that the senior mage had such a weird personality and set up all kinds of strange tests in the relics. She was unprepared and managed to get through two levels, but died on the third level.

However, if she does not pass those tests and obtain the inheritance, subverting the church with her mediocre mage talent is just a wishful thinking.

Who could she blame

She doesn't believe in the church's rhetoric about God, so she won't blame all this on those unfounded "divine wills". She can only blame herself. She is not talented enough, she is not smart enough, and she is not strong enough. Therefore, after becoming a mage, she could only watch herself embark on such a path, and then watch herself fall down.

Talent... what an elusive thing.

People who don't have it pursue it desperately, but people who have it never know how to cherish it.

Just like Benjamin Reese, he never realized what a precious treasure what happened to him.

She hated that boy.

Ever since the noble summoned the water ball in front of her, Michelle felt that her knowledge of magic had been completely subverted every time. After listening to Annie recite a spell, she learned the water polo technique; in just a few months, she was able to summon a water polo that was half the size of the royal capital... This kind of growth rate cannot even be described by the word "monster". .

Michelle was filled with hatred.

She hated, why didn't she have this talent? Even half of her talent is enough for her to reach a higher level of magic. Maybe... maybe the church has been bulldozed by her.

It's a pity that, aside from the aura that the church gave her because of the unknown, she is just a mediocre mage.

She is so mediocre that even if she tries her best, she can only become a stepping stone for those "geniuses" to climb up.

Just like she is doing now.

How could she not hate Benjamin Reese? She began to regret why she pushed the boy down with her hands instead of kicking him down.

I hope that kid can cause more trouble for the church in the future.

Thinking this, Michelle turned back and glanced at the pursuers behind.

After being hindered by Michelle's "left arm" for a while, they quickly chased after him again, getting closer and closer. At this moment, they have almost reached the limit distance at which they can launch an attack. More than thirty Cleansers had also raised their swords, and the surrounding holy light began to respond to their call and tended to gather.

Seeing this, Michelle nodded thoughtfully.

This distance is almost there.

She had already led these people quite far away, and there was no point in leading them further. She couldn't continue to stay in this carriage, otherwise the giant sword of holy light would strike, and she didn't know what would happen to her in her current state.

So, after giving the horse a final hard whip, Michel jumped out of the carriage. She rolled a few times on the ground, stood upright, and quickly stopped in front of the purifier and the bishop.

Just like that, the carriage ran away at a faster speed behind her.

However, the pursuer reined in her horse and stopped chasing.

Several cleaners looked anxiously at the carriage that was gradually retreating, as if they thought the person they were looking for was in the carriage and wanted to chase him immediately. But the bishop stretched out his hand and made a signal, forcing them to stop.

In fact, if they were not behind the bishop, they might still be able to see the unprecedented surprised expression on the bishop's face at this moment.

"K-Christine?"

The bishop's mouth was slightly open in astonishment, and his eyebrows that seemed to have been nailed were raised, squeezing out the slightly trembling wrinkles on his forehead. He looked at Michelle, who was standing not far in front of him, with a shocked and dazed look, and when he spoke, his usual calm voice was gone.

Michelle looked at him with a lukewarm smile.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again on such an occasion." She rolled up her empty sleeve on the left, straightened her back, and said in her most skilled, indifferent and somewhat sarcastic tone, "My dearest 's... uncle."