You think you're worthy of saving the world?

But her identity was still recognizable; Cynthia knelt beside her, continuously casting healing spells.

"Oh dear, I didn't expect there to be elves on the carriage besides children... How could there be such a mistake?"

In the darkness of night, stood a woman draped in a black robe.

His face was obscured by his hood, but his body emanated a dense aura of magic.

Yuri glared at her, her eyes practically spitting fire, but she kept adjusting her breathing and managed to calm herself down.

"I actually ran into two elves! What a stroke of luck tonight... Hehehe, I'm so sorry, I accidentally ruined your pretty face?"

The woman in black robes did not stop Cynthia from treating Tia, but instead stood ten meters away, watching them with a cruel gaze.

When she saw Yuri rushing towards her, she revealed an expression of undisguised disgust.

"How come there are still some? I thought I had already killed all the men and children. I don't need the men."

Upon hearing this, Cynthia turned around in surprise: "Lord Yuri...!?"

The black-haired boy rushed in front of the two elves, drew the "Azure Queen," and shouted without turning his head, "Cynthia, you run first! Go to Valpugis, I'll bring Tia over to meet you soon!"

Yuri didn't care that the witch heard his destination; on the contrary, he said it on purpose to observe her reaction.

The woman in the black robe raised an eyebrow: "Kid... how did you know..."

Halfway through her question, Yuri, disregarding all martial ethics, suddenly lunged forward like a whirlwind.

Divine energy surged and enveloped his body. Yuri swung his engine sword with all his might, preparing to strike the black-robed woman who had not yet reacted.

However, she simply raised a finger, and black flames shot out from the fingertip, forcing Yuri, who hadn't even gotten close yet, to retreat several steps.

"........."

Yuri noticed that after he used "Azure Queen" to block the black flame missile, the surging energy attached to the sword disappeared.

This is……

The black-haired boy straightened his stance and shouted behind him, "Cynthia, why aren't you running away yet?"

"No! I can't run away! I can't abandon Tia!" Cynthia's voice was choked with sobs.

"Then come and help!"

"Sigh...but..."

The blue-haired elf looked at the black-haired boy, then looked down at Tia, who was on the verge of death but still alive. After a brief hesitation, she gripped her wooden staff and stood up.

"You actually injured Tia like this... I won't let you get away with this! I'll kill you!"

Cynthia's features were contorted with hatred. She raised her ash wood staff high, channeling all her spiritual power, preparing to unleash the strongest attack she could muster.

"Don't waste your spiritual energy! Don't get carried away! Give me a buff first!" Yuri's voice came from the front.

The black-haired boy gripped his sword with both hands, wary of the witch in black robes.

"Ah...yes! I'm sorry!"

Cynthia's greatest strength is that she listens to advice.

Another advantage is that she possesses spellcasting talent far exceeding her rank.

After all, 2000 years later, through arduous efforts, she eventually became the strongest priestess in the Elf Kingdom, second only to the "Sacred Tree".

As Cynthia raised her ash staff above her head, white stardust began to gather in the sky from the forests on either side of the road.

The surge of energy from the forest was forcibly conscripted, and blue-white arcs of electricity burst forth in the air, continuously flowing into the black-haired boy's body.

The witch stood with one hand on her hip, watching the two silently with an air of ease, without launching an attack.

As Yuri received the continuous flow of spiritual energy from Cynthia, he pondered how to combat the strange black flames.

In the blink of an eye, Yuri had already devised a battle plan.

can win!

By exploiting the information gap, even if the opponent is a witch wielding world-destroying power, I can still win! I can kill her!

Beneath the black hood, the woman's smug smile, in Yuri's cold golden eyes, was now a sign of impending death.

043 A tribute to the legendary heat-resistant king!

On a border trail late at night, a woman in a black robe broke the unbearable silence with one hand on her hip.

"You're going to Walpurgis? What are you going there for?"

Yuri did not respond, focusing intently on receiving the spiritual power and amplification spells that Cynthia continuously sent into him.

"Why don't you speak?" the witch asked.

“A dying person doesn’t need to know so much,” Yuri replied.

"What an arrogant brat..."

The witch's forehead twitched slightly with annoyance, but she did not lash out.

She always remained calm and elegant when facing opponents much weaker than herself.

To date, the woman has killed countless knights and priests.

Against clergy, her magic, capable of burning away any remaining energy, is the natural enemy of the goddess's followers—

Idiot... Holy magic has no meaning for me, don't you even understand that?

Sensing the explosive rise within the boy's body due to the elven priest's enhancement, the witch curled her lips into a smile, finding it utterly ridiculous.

"What I hate most is a man who defies me. If you obediently let me kill you, I might give you a quick death."

"But you dared to draw your sword against me... Heh, don't worry, little brother, I won't let you die so easily," she threatened again.

Yuri scoffed dismissively.

For him, there was no distinction between "a quick death" and "a painful death".

There are only two possible outcomes: "death" or "life".

Seeing that Yuri ignored her threats for a long time, the woman in black robes became impatient and provoked her again.

"Kid, you don't think you can challenge me just because you have two people, do you?"

"You seem to have some misunderstanding, ma'am."

"...Auntie!?"

Under the bright moonlight, Yuri revealed a cold smile filled with murderous intent.

"You are the challenger!"

The black-haired rascal struck first.

He stomped his foot on the ground and charged straight at the witch.

The boy unleashed power and speed far exceeding his previous performance, dodging the dozen or so magical wind blades thrown by the witch.

"—"

In the blink of an eye, Yuri had already closed in on the witch, wielding the "Azure Queen" in her hand.

In the distance, Cynthia's heart was in her throat.

She knew very well that neither she nor Yuri were a match for the woman in the black robe in terms of combat strength alone.

But the elf was consumed by rage and hatred, determined to kill her at all costs, and not only that—

Cynthia seemed to sense a certain possibility from Yuri.

As the chief priestess of the Sacred Tree Kingdom 2000 years later, her intuition has always been very accurate.

Unlike a mage fighting a knight, the woman in black robes did not retreat and flee, but instead took the initiative to attack.

She kicked Yuri in the shoulder first.

The body enhanced by magic far surpasses that of a first-tier knight in both strength and speed.

"Well……!"

The boy winced in pain in his shoulder and groaned, but he did not retreat. Instead, he adjusted his stance and continued to slash at the witch.

A flash of silver light, as beautiful as moonlight.

The Azure Queen's blade was intercepted by some invisible barrier before it could even get close.

It is some kind of high-level defensive magic.

It was precisely because of this that she dared to use magic to strengthen her body and then engage in close combat with Yuri.

Hiss—!

The woman in the black robe spread her five fingers, her sharp nails brushing past Yuri's nose.

She seemed quite determined to personally destroy Yuri's face, which was even more beautiful than a woman's.

This arrogance gave Yuri the upper hand in close combat.

After fighting for more than half a minute, just as Yuri was gradually gaining the upper hand, black flames reappeared in the black-robed woman's palm.

She decided to end the game and seriously kill Yuri.

Yuri also knew that his chance to kill the witch had come.

The prophetic child, who was well-versed in the history of the Church of Heaven, realized the origin of this magic the first time he saw her use it.

The woman in the black robe is skilled in using magic that originated 500 years in the future.

Around the year 10500 of the Holy Calendar, the magicians' resistance movement was at its peak.

In order to fight against their fate, the magicians, who were suppressed by the church, began to develop magic specifically for the knights and priests of the papacy.

The magic used by the woman in the black robe was born in this context:

The surge is ignited through the principle of magical transformation.

The more the opponent tries to entangle themselves with divine energy, the more they will be burned horribly and endlessly by the flames—

A true "anti-holy special attack," a fifth-tier magic, "Calamity Fire."

Relying on the chaotic power that transcends time, the witch has already killed several high-ranking knights.

However, she did not know—