Phi-Fic Chapter 380: The Counterattack of the Dark Magician Pope and the Archbishops
Chapter 380: The Counterattack of the Dark Magician Pope and the Archbishops
The Dark Magician Organization suffered a crushing defeat in the previous battle, simply because the Magic Pope and the eight archbishops were in seclusion. Now that they have emerged, they are furious and determined to launch a frenzied revenge against the female generals.
A fierce battle erupted in a castle nestled in a desolate valley. Dark magicians unleashed a powerful hail of arrows, sending a dense cloud of black arrowheads hurling themselves at the female commanders. The commanders fought back fiercely, but this time the enemy's onslaught was too fierce. The four archbishops' longswords pinned Claire to the stone wall, while Alice was engulfed in a hail of arrows. Lina was besieged by the sword-wielding Pope and four other archbishops, each armed with a longsword!
In the fierce battle at the castle in the desolate valley, the dark magicians cast a powerful rain of arrows. Black arrowheads shot towards the female generals like a dark cloud. Although the female generals fought hard, the enemy's attack was too fierce.
The four archbishops' long swords thrust out with lightning speed, carrying a fierce momentum that seemed to tear Claire apart. Her eyes widened, gleaming with a glint of unwillingness and determination, a resistance to fate and a rage against the enemy. Blood flowed like a fountain along the blades of the long swords, staining the stone wall red and creating a horrifying scene.
Alice struggled desperately under the hail of arrows, her eyes filled with despair and agony. The black arrowheads, like dense raindrops, pierced her armor mercilessly and pierced her body. Each arrow's penetration brought a piercing pain, and her body trembled violently with agony, as if being gnawed by a thousand poisonous insects. She gritted her teeth and tried to wave her weapon to resist, but the arrow rain was like a tide, and her efforts were ultimately in vain.
As time passed, Alice's strength gradually drained away. Her breathing became rapid, and a mixture of sweat and blood streamed down her cheeks. Her steps became unsteady, and finally, her legs could no longer support her body, and she fell heavily to the ground. A dense swarm of arrow feathers surrounded her like a black mountain, tightly encircling her. Blood spread across the ground, forming a shocking pool, as if telling of her tragic fate.
Lina's battle was even more brutal. She was surrounded by the Pope, wielding a longsword, and four other archbishops, each armed with a longsword. Her situation was precarious. The Pope's sword shone with a strange light, and each swing was accompanied by a powerful surge of magical energy, as if threatening to tear the world apart. The light was like a venomous snake, sending chills down her spine.
The archbishops' long swords followed like shadows, striking Lina from all directions with lightning speed, impossible to defend against. Their attacks were like a torrential downpour, leaving Lina no chance to breathe. Lina struggled to dodge the flashing blades, her body scarred, but her eyes still gleamed with determination. She knew she could not retreat; she had to fight for justice.
Lina, besieged by the enemy, was left vulnerable, her body covered in hideous wounds. Blood soaked through her clothes, staining her body a crimson crimson. Her breathing became rapid and heavy, each gasp accompanied by a painful groan. But her eyes remained filled with unyielding determination, a dedication to justice and contempt for the enemy.
At the Pope's command, the four archbishops simultaneously thrust their swords like venomous snakes, piercing with deadly force. Lina let out a painful roar, like a wounded beast, filled with despair and unwillingness. The moment the sword pierced her body, intense pain surged through her heart like a tide, nearly causing her to faint. She gritted her teeth, mustering her last ounce of strength, glaring at the enemy before her, her eyes burning with the fire of unyielding determination.
The Pope slowly approached Lina and raised his longsword. The blade gleamed coldly in the sunlight, like the scythe of death, mercilessly illuminating Lina's pale face. Lina tried to struggle, but the longsword held her still, preventing her from moving. Her eyes revealed despair and helplessness, but even more so, resentment towards her enemy.
The Pope smiled a cruel smile, as ferocious as a demon. Then, he thrust his sword into Lina's throat.
Blood instantly gushed out of Lina's throat, like a red fountain, splashing onto the Pope's face. Her eyes gradually lost their luster, their once bright pupils becoming dim and lifeless. Her head drooped weakly, as if she had lost the support of life.
The Pope drew his sword, and Lina's body slid down the blade, falling heavily to the ground with a dull thud. Her body curled up in a pool of blood, like a withered flower, exuding a heartbreaking beauty.
Lina's face turned pale as paper, her lips lost their color and opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but only a faint gasp could come out. Her hands hung limply at her side, and her clenched fists loosened, as if they had lost all strength.
Her chest stopped rising and falling, her breathing gradually stopped, and her entire body became cold and stiff. The Pope watched all this with indifference, his eyes devoid of any pity, only confidence in his own strength and contempt for his enemies.
Lina's life vanished at that moment, her beauty and tenderness flowing along with her blood. Her end was so tragic that it made people sigh. And the Pope, the cruel murderer, still stood there, enjoying the joy of victory.
At this point, the three brave female generals fell in the castle. The dark magicians roared with triumph, believing that with this victory they could wreak havoc on the land once again. Little did they know, their spirit had already been deeply imprinted on the land. Their story would be passed down, and their bravery would inspire more people to stand up and fight evil to the bitter end.