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Chapter 22: Vanguard

"Have you found it?"

"Yes, not far from here."

Decih in the air, the woman rubbed the tired-laden look, then her fingers moved as if controlling something. White sparkles began to gather in the palm, Aion soaked his hands in the light earlier and the white color became more concentrated. The head tightened even the eve's knuckles turned white, a flash of light turning into a golden mandala stick.

"Let's go, Pipe fox."

War; fighting, a word that shows the meaning of pain and loss. Things that should be avoided, but sometimes for a purpose, which according to the noble culprit such as peace, this must be done. Various words are used to purify its meaning. Still, no one was able to remove the red liquid matting. When the breath had gotten used to the scent of the corpse, the hands were covered in blood.

Dark devoured the existence of stars, removing the witty blips on the magenta canvas. Even the candra dimmed its rays, the typical cheerful atmosphere had vanished.

Repeatedly insert the child's hair behind the ear because these pink strands continue to interfere with the view. They darted; nimble; driving a mandala stick, Aion swooped in the sky following a blue fire fox that glided like a comet. Their journey was not smooth, they had expected this. Monsters gathered near the empress, which was why the atmosphere became quiet again gripping. The creatures of Another World intercept but are easily dispelled. Body-wielding soot dress berbit along with the rhythmic motion of the empu—merapal spell, kink and menbidas.

Aion was still fixedly sitting on the top of the golden mandala despite the arms ceaselessly moving, launching a magic attack. While the Pipe fox had turned completely into a giant fire, engulfing them in a raging embers the cause of the charred gossam.

The nickname of the legend of the witch of time is not just a name, the magic power is extraordinary. Until the Pipe fox slid down when the retina caught the figure of a blonde youth standing haughty. His golden eyes circulated with a satisfied grin like winning the lottery. Vinschent D'Leviantha, that guy's completely broken. Aion raised his hand, hinting Pipe fox to go—exterminating the creature Another World— so as not to interfere when dealing with the mastermind of the problem.

"Orchis, help Pipe fox," Aion sizzled quietly and the ruby-eyed Automaton suddenly appeared. Unlike the Pipe fox, Orchis immediately nodded in understanding. Maybe this is why he is easily controlled to destroy. No matter who the master is, directly comply if it is under control.

A bright yellow light enveloped Aion's body. It floated. Until this woman imprinted perfectly on the ground while staring at the violent youth. Pink hair did not expect to meet his former—mantan— in this place. The land is all green with red, white, or yellow accents at some point. Aion—Apple Luchifen—view, diverting attention from the golden-eyed figure. Disappeared and appeared right in front. Instead of being scared or surprised, Vinschent grinned.

"Wah-wah, look who came .. beautiful lady? I'm flattered." A warm voice full of sarcastics ripped through the cold air.

Red lips tightly clenched, do not pronounce sentences like speechless. Aion was also reluctant to change her expression, cold. "It looks like you don't recognize me, no problem. But I hate ... You, you trickster!" Aion screeched, dismissing the dead atmosphere that was starting to creep.

The sound of crashing echoed, one of the bodies of the creatures of Another World fell near them, toppling one evergreen tree. Families do their job well, fishing for the sea does not like Vinschent. There were no smiles from the two creatures. They even threw cold, intense gazes at each other.

"The other guy who wants to stop me? You idiot! I've made it this far! Pretty soon I managed to take them down, arrogant man."

"You're just jealous, Vinschet!"

"Shut up! Know what you are?! Pure insincerity .. happy and calm, how great are you! Cheating without resulting in injury, even seeming unaware of deceiving each other. If I only knew one thing that should not be afraid of being in a different position to your life. People are endlessly telling me, 'how lucky you are', but I always feel like I'm tormented in hell! To me, the one who calls me lucky is actually the one who is luckier. What is the concept of being human?! I just want to live a normal life without this burden .. You guys, you guys, you are! Die!"

Indeed knowledge is everything but mental is still the ruler, otherwise deep understanding will actually be a dagger for the holder.

...-ooO-i...

"Akh!"

The fight was fierce, Aion repeatedly managed to be cornered. A pseudo-spear now sticks perfectly right in the witch's right chest, sparing inches from the vital organs. Blood mixed with air. The woman squirms, breaking away from the painful stab earlier.

"Thuk uhuk! Ugh," Aion's unceasing blood coughed, blue eyes he blinked repeatedly to get rid of the blurry vision.

"Lose down! You die! Ahaha!" a satisfied ripple sounded from Vinschent's lips. Transparent tentacles appeared, twisting around. One of them is debating the body of Semampai Aion. He was forced to pull the woman until blood again gushed, causing her to scream in pain. The wound that was still wet and throbbing violently, was again unsheathed by tentacles tipped as sharp as a sword.

Trying to resist, he gripped the tentacles of the attacker, trying to escape and the piercing got deepened. One tentacle pierced Aion's left shoulder. The woman screamed in anger. Aion's blue eyes gurgled, shining like comets dancing over the sun.

Aion had just bulldozed with the magic power of one of the tentacles that was at home immersed in her body. Smiling among the red color of his own blood, "Now it's my turn."

The golden mandala stick was back in his grasp. Thin red lips cast a spell by turning the mandala. Instantly a blade-like light struck, tearing deep at the pseudo tentacle of the Envy's owner. Vinschent did not stay silent, resisting the witch's attack. His level legs jumped up, pulled out a sword out of nowhere, then swooped down again to attack.

Failing that, this woman managed to break the consecutive slashes from the blonde. The milky-white hand stretched upwards, stopping Vinscent easily using time magic.

"My magic ... strong, Vinschent!" A light flickered once and then a thumping sound rang out loud. Followed by the rustling of rocks that collide with each other to create gravity. Dust particles close the vision.

Silent airs.

"What is this, where was your spirit? Just this is the ability of the one who destroyed the seven kingdoms? Shit!" the thin cherry lips are throbbing. There's no answer.

The bright yellow light again enveloped Aion's body. The wounds on his body were gone, leaving behind a bundle of blood and a black dress torn apart by the ambush of a wounded piercing sharp object. The body is back in shape by using duration-pulling magic.

Dust subsides, seeing Vischent looking down deep. Leaning on the sunken stone wall Aion's throw earlier. The sword in power broke off and disappeared into a sphere of light. Blood was on the corner of the young man's lips. Aion groaned in disdain staring at Visnchent.

"Goodbye, Vins---"

"Well! You, can't joke, can you?" Vinchent darted, disappeared from the front. Not even a moment to see, this young man was already behind Aion. Clutching her pink hair then pulling her back to slam her body.

Aion.

"Aakhs!" screechingly. The marble hand of the eve also gripped the pink strands, reducing the pain that whack the scalp. Then stomped the site once and a pointy ice-ice emerged from the ground, trying to unsheathe the body clad in black robes behind.

Vischent dragged the hair he was still clutching and threw it away. The woman slammed a few feet from him. The witch landed on her right foot. Shortly afterwards he grimaced, rubbing his excruciatingly agonized head. Satisfied rubbing the pink top of the milk, the woman jerks her hands forward. Barrier with hundreds of pointed blades on the inner side of the Vinschent enclosure. Aion again clasped the mandala stick, anticipating that the blond young man had escaped.

"You're like a donkey. Repeating the same mistake." Vinschent manipulated the rocks in front of him to protect against the impact of sharp pegs. However, it was not yet possible to comment that the witch had ripped off her black robe in response. It turned out that he fused time magic until the small pseudo-blade glide became unbelievably fast, invisible. Gesit Vinschent teleported to the top of the dome, grinning.

"Repeating the same mistake?" Aion. The air's sky eyes saw a long tear in Vinschent's robe. "Then, what is it?" said tengil. He changed his footing, the attacking horses turned defensive.

"Oh" he answered. The blond young man smiled wryly, his hands scratching his hair. "It's to cheer you up a little."

Seconds later Vinschet jumped towards Aion. His head was poking a little. As if ordered, a stone the size of an elephant shot towards the air.

Decih laden with the impression of sneering escaped from the lips of the witch. Aion's eye tail caught a huge rock streaking from the west. The air's eyebrows rose next door, staring at Vinschent lightly. The gold bar in the fingers moved quickly, the stone fell into small pieces. Debam roared boisterously when the debris hit the ground.

"Comforting you said?" A faint faintly discernible faintly in the eyes of the glittering sky, Aion smiled sinisterly.

Snorting, Vinschet who was still in his fall moved beside Aion in an instant, ready to attack. The mandala moved horizontally just as Vinschent appeared next to the woman in the black dress. A moment later the blue tendrils poked out from Aion's nape and immediately ensnared Vinschent's body, but the sickle arch had not yet slipped from the face. After allowing his body to be entangled in Aion's water tendrils, the blond youth stared at the blackened sky. The sound of thunder was heard. The lightning struck his body and sent high voltage electricity to Aion who was controlling the water. Vinschent's? It's okay, it can't be affected by its own magic.

"Damn!" aion saran. He immediately twitched backwards a split second before the lightning struck, lucky he had the magic of time. Teleportation; dispell ability; lightning element, Aion arranges every power of the black cloak in the mind. Enough of the fooling around.

Flicked a finger, letting an ice spear sprout from the ground.

"I'm getting tired of this boy's toys" the young man sizzled coldly. He punched the blade of ice thorns that appeared in front of him into pieces. "Come, miss. Why are you relaxing? Lack of motivation, huh?!"

The red aura began to glow around Envy's shrouded body. Little by little on the ground started to burn. Turning into ashes. Dry land is a sign that the temperature is being driven up. Hell is here, thanks for the 7 Deadly Sins he held. Aion floated away, showing a faint grin. The mandala stick changed thin steel ropes, intent on trapping the young man with a simple tactic. The enemy began to underestimate, definitely much more careless.

The first steel has been stretched and Vinschent certainly did not see it.

Bara was brutally sprayed, the witch just jumped in and out. Open nature with solid trees, profitable for shelter. The fire bullet almost hit Aion's slender body if only the woman didn't drop and roll. The tree behind was charred for a moment, leaving a cloud of smoke.

"Stop dodging! You wimps!" vinschent jolt was angry, again spitting fire to a number of times.

This woman grinned widely. The convoluted then moved the fingers, making the steel ropes that had been installed react, "Let's look down."

Vinschent was shocked, in disbelief at what he saw. It turned out that Aion was luring him into a double-cross pattern. The silver tendrils formed a pattern that the woman had planned from the beginning, Vinschent and Aion were right in the middle. Steel rope surrounded them, stretched slickly.

"Since when--"

Aion widens her smile. A moment later high voltage electricity flowed on the steel rope earlier, stinging Vinschent until a scorched smell was smelled. This time, the lightning strike was not his.

Gritting his teeth, it was clear that emotions were burning in the soul. But he had already started to weaken, using a lot of magic and was hit by a sort of attack just now--

"Quod anima, quae mortua est. The surge!" Vischent whipped, raising his head. Monsters of various shapes emerged from the air, enveloped in a pitch-black aura and a hollow gaze. The blond young man smirked with a sneering impression, "Try if you can beat them!"

Aion snapped at the feet, at the same time a dazzling white light and brought them back to the afterlife. Quickly in seconds, without a fight.

"W-what are you doing?!"

"Make them die faster. I told you, my magic is stronger."

The fear of really restraining Vinschent, he did not believe the sight before his eyes. So easily this woman obliterated the creature she called. Moreover, his body was intact, no matter how many times the young man attacked.

There will be no fight this time. There won't be any more.

Rebelling, trying to free themselves. However, it was instead tormented by electric shocks from the thin tendrils of the steel cage. His body convulsed, then began to limp tightly coiled in the steel rope. No, Vinschent didn't faint. Obviously, both golden lenses are open even though I sayu. Unexpected .... his eyes darkened.

"Need help?"

"L-yes, i-akkkhh!" Samar saw the ribs and back of the young man broken, sticking up to torn organs in order. Showing the protective bone that has been split rough, of course blood does not escape visible. Even if you were in close proximity, you could smell the fishy scent of rust wafting out mercilessly. A huge claw broke through his body. Spewing out a lot of red liquid. Vinschent's mouth opened, but only a raucous tone sounded terrifying.

Aion was speechless, staring at the body in front twitching and slowly suffocating. He believes the young man is dead. What the fuck is that ....

"I used your soul to strengthen Leviathan, how?"

Aion stared in disbelief at the fiery red-eyed figure that emerged from the dim. He stared ferociously, clenching firmly at the side of the body, concentrating in anger at each of the fingers. It is indeed futile to ask the devil for help, they only offer false happiness in ruin.

"Lucifer."

Six motley wings flapped, making the wind roar wildly, smashing around like a typhoon. Oddity airs out, the blood-drenched obsidian black claws raised. The instant roar of lightning crazed like a death welcome.

"Sadly drama, isn't it .. witch?!"