CHAPTER 241: [LILITH WANTS TO SLEEP] - SILVANUS’S PART (27)

"Silvanus, fall back!"

Cocona shouted when she saw Silvanus, yet he confronted Drake head-on instead of retreating. Even though she was now terribly weakened, she was ready to throw herself forward—after all, she couldn’t possibly allow Silvanus to die under Drake’s blade!

But just then, Silas suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her tightly in his arms, the two of them tumbling to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" Cocona roared, her whole face twisted with ferocity. If her arms still existed, she probably wouldn’t hesitate for even a second to rip out Drake’s long hair.

"Silvanus can handle it." Silas’s voice wasn’t loud but steady, carrying an unshakable certainty.

Cocona looked at him suspiciously, but whether she believed it or not, it was already too late—Drake had already lunged at Silvanus. His massive blade only began to shrink in size, perhaps because he felt there was no need to waste strength on dealing with an insect like Silvanus.

[No, clearly Drake wants to stop fighting!]

[He only struck Leonard because Leonard was entangling Silvanus!]

[My god, the drama is insane, keep fighting, keep fighting—ever since the first time I saw Silvanus, I knew he was destined to sit atop a harem of three thousand!]

[Lilith will handle everything, wait.]

[Hah, Lilith better not show up unless she wants Silvanus to tear her heart.]

[I think Silvanus is going to shred Drake first.]

[Hahaha, don’t joke.]

The truth was, Silvanus wasn’t joking.

Without waiting for Drake to close in, he lunged forward, his body like a phantom, his speed leaving behind only a faint afterimage.

On Drake’s face, already mottled with scales, appeared an expression of shock, as if a child searching for the figure of Silvanus.

Then, as though sensing something, Drake suddenly lifted his head.

Silvanus lightly landed on his back, the blazing fire unable to affect him immediately. The flames licked and lapped endlessly, yet not even the corner of his robe was singed.

Before anyone could react, Silvanus suddenly bent down, both hands gripping the skeletal wings sprouting from Drake’s back. Without a word, he began to pull with all his strength. Sorry, Drake, but I’m no Prophet. I won’t open your mind. I’m only Priest Silvanus.

"Graghhhhh!"

Drake’s roar at that moment no longer belonged to the realm of humans. Silvanus effortlessly tore the wings from him, his eyes half-lowered, his expression calm, tinged with pity—like a divine being guiding a lost soul.

Only those who saw knew just how merciless and terrifying his actions were!

The base of the wings, still dripping with flesh and blood, was ripped clean off and flung aside. Fresh blood gushed from the wounds like a spring, splattering several drops onto Silvanus’s beautiful face.

As for Drake, the pain had driven him past reason. Even in his madness, he no longer had the strength to strike back. Deprived of his wings, he howled in agony but made no move to attack Silvanus again, only letting himself collapse downward.

Silvanus lowered his eyes, then leapt down as well. Before Drake could hit the ground, he gently caught him.

[PRINCESS CARRY HAHAHA, finally the day has come, snapping pics like crazyyyyyyy!]

[If Drake could see the comments, I’d spam him with this scene until the day he dies hahahaha.]

Silvanus narrowed his eyes, one hand supporting Drake’s bleeding back, the other looping under his knees—holding him in a perfect princess carry.

Drake had always dragged the Prophet around like a paper doll; finally, Silvanus had the chance to return the favor.

Drake seemed a little dazed as he looked at Silvanus, but there was no time left for hesitation. By now, the three great serpents had already recovered after their earlier "submission," writhing restlessly as they raised their heads again.

They craned their necks as if to pierce the castle itself, then lowered them, their blood-red, bloodthirsty eyes locked on the group.

Drake furrowed his brow, growling low: "Put me down!"

The great blade clutched in his hand began to swell in size again, radiating a weight that defied imagination.

Of course, Silvanus had no intention of holding him forever. Drake was far too heavy, and on top of that, stiff as a board.

As soon as Silvanus set him down, the wound on Drake’s back flared with pain, making him hiss sharply. His face had grown pale from blood loss.

He glared at Silvanus, yet surprisingly, he didn’t lash out in madness at him.

Silvanus could only hope this wouldn’t add a +1 to Silas’s suspicions—though he wasn’t optimistic about that wish.

Drake forced himself upright, his blood-red eyes staring at the sky. Even if he had to die, he would be the first to fall!

He shot Silvanus a vexed glance before again charging toward the battlefield: "If I lose control, if I become a monster—you deal with me."

Even if he didn’t understand why he suddenly grew clear-headed in Silvanus’s presence, Drake entrusted Silvanus that right to end him.

Silvanus tilted his head slightly at those words, his face utterly expressionless.

Drake clenched his fists, veins bulging. For some reason, that emotionless look on Silvanus’s face filled him with hatred and irritation.

"You won’t die," Silvanus spoke slowly, as though stating an undeniable fact.

Drake found it laughable.

"Fire." At that moment, Silvanus spoke again.

The three serpents above had already opened their maws, diving down.

"Fire!" Silvanus’s voice hardened as he repeated, emerald eyes glinting with nothing but icy cold, as if they could never harbor emotion.

The enemy was closing in, still pulling against each other.

"Goddammit, fire, fire, fire—here’s your damn fire!"

Drake roared furiously, the hoarse, beastlike sound shaking the castle to its foundations. At the same time, black flames surged before Silvanus, spreading at impossible speed to consume him.

Silvanus was engulfed in the flames, his cloak billowing wildly from the heat and sheer force of the black fire.

Silvanus: "..." That bastard Drake was trying to burn him alive!

But Drake no longer cared. He turned away, planting his stance, both hands gripping his now-massive blade. His eyes gleamed with light, as though every pain he bore was a fleeting shadow. He—he would forever shine upon the battlefield. Even if he were to fall, he would be the first to fall in battle!

"Of course—you’ll all go down before me!"

Drake suddenly laughed with a guttural roar, stomping down with such force that the ground beneath him cracked open into a small crater, fractures spiderwebbing outward. His body shot forward like a bolt!

Yet, just as his blade was about to clash with the three giant serpents, their bodies were suddenly engulfed in a sea of fire.

They hadn’t expected this. Drake could even see the astonishment in their eyes before they writhed in agony, their vicious gazes locking down at the ground.

They opened their maws, snarling, fangs thrashing wildly through the air. They wanted to strike at the one who caused them pain—but they no longer had the chance.

Their entire bodies collapsed together, making the castle feel like it had sunk into a massive pit of writhing serpents.

At that moment, Drake and the others couldn’t help but turn their eyes toward Silvanus.

From the flames Drake had thrown him into, Silvanus emerged—yet within that inferno, all that remained was a single sunflower, burning ceaselessly in the black fire.

The pot suddenly shattered, exposing the roots inside. The sunflower withered rapidly, soon to become nothing more than ash.

The three serpents writhing in torment shared the same fate. They, too, began to crumble into dust—and this time, there would be no revival. Their hearts had already been reduced to ash.

"Silvanus..."

Silas murmured, his voice betraying no evident emotion.

"Goddammit, if you had this, why didn’t you use it earlier?! No—worse, you knew where their hearts were, and still let us run around like headless flies—was that fun for you, huh?!"

Across the way, Drake roared at Silvanus, his expression vicious and wrathful.