Magical User Aozaki Aoko Case Files Chapter 183

The two sides moved almost simultaneously—

Aoko’s magic bullet, like a speeding truck, slammed into Frolov’s long blade, a huge dull clang of metal echoing through the corridor.

Frolov, dressed as a knight, held the long blade with both hands, but his weight was insufficient to withstand Aoko’s attack, sending him flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall next to the elevator entrance, creating a dent in the wall.

He gritted his teeth, quickly stood up from the ground, and raised his weapon vigilantly, only to find that the red-haired woman was no longer in her previous position.

She transformed into a wisp of smoke, suddenly appearing beside Frolov. Under the combined effects of reinforcement magic, magic net spells, and the recoil generated by Aoko using the magic bullet array, she delivered a flying kick that precisely landed on Frolov’s waist.

If there were other gentlemen present, they would undoubtedly feel phantom pain seeing Aoko’s kick… Unfortunately, only Frolov, who bore the attack, knew how painful that blow was, and he himself had already flown out, crashing through an empty guest room.

However, the characteristic of Dead Apostles is their ability to disregard the weaknesses common to normal life. They can immediately launch a counterattack while enduring immense pain.

Ice shards, like raindrops, flew through the wall and the broken door towards Aoko, but she neither dodged nor avoided them. These attacks, like armor-piercing shells, seemed to encounter a thin illusion, leaving no trace on Aoko’s body.

“Fifth Magic, Vampire Kid.”

Aoko didn’t care if the other party understood, just spoke lines full of an eccentric vibe to herself.

She shattered the broken wall and door, walking straight into the room Frolov had just flown into to continue pursuing the enemy. As Aoko walked, she cast an interesting spell on herself.

This spell was the rarest of all the spells she had acquired, or generally speaking, not a spell that “human” mages could learn. It was a 3rd-level Abjuration spell created by Phaerimm, called Reverse Explosion.

She didn’t know how high a level Frolov’s orange-yellow flame attack was considered, but she could bypass damage with Seeking Galaxy anyway. It was a good idea to test a spell she hadn’t used much on this guy.

Upon realizing that his ice shard attack had no effect, Frolov immediately and calmly proceeded to his next action.

He speculated that the woman’s disregard for his attacks was likely due to some grand spatial manipulation magic or Mystic Code, but when he first used his orange-yellow flames, the woman moved quickly to the side wall to avoid his attack and counterattacked. This might mean she couldn’t completely withstand the high-temperature collateral damage from the flames.

So Frolov extended his palm again, and flames roared towards Aoko, but the already cast Reverse Explosion was incredibly effective. The moment these flames approached Aoko, their direction was reversed, flying back towards their owner.

Frolov’s eyes widened. He didn’t understand why his flames were reflected, but he immediately crossed his arms in front of him to defend.

With an explosion, a window on the third floor of the hotel shattered, and a figure engulfed in flames flew out, falling to the ground.

The surveillance devices in the third-floor corridor had long been broken, and Ciel, Touko, and Arcueid couldn’t always stay in their rooms waiting for Aoko to handle everything.

Touko opened her small suitcase from earlier and let out the fat cat that was licking its paws, giving it some instructions. This furry fat cat made of shadows slipped out through the door crack with a “shhh-lurp” sound, beginning to clear out the remaining familiars and ghouls in the hotel.

“Hey, Touko, can you give me one of these cat familiars?” Arcueid leaned close to Touko and asked in a slightly seductive voice, “As long as it’s a material found on Earth, I can make anything! Won’t you consider it? I can even trade you cute succubi!”

“This is a Third Magic Mystic Code; it can’t be mass-produced yet,” Touko said helplessly. “If my technology has a breakthrough in the future… I can sell you one.”

Ciel didn’t say anything. While Touko and Arcueid were chatting, she went to the restroom and changed into her combat attire.

She was now wearing a tight-fitting suit with a small skirt, somewhat similar to Mash’s armor, and holding a Mystic Code that looked like a strange rifle, likely one of the forms of the Seventh Scripture.

After greeting Touko and the others, Ciel left the top-floor suite and began clearing out the remaining enemies.

—Divider—

Frolov Arkangel was a beast.

This didn’t mean he was on all fours, hunting prey with fangs and claws, devouring raw flesh and blood (though he might have hunted that way). It meant he was like an ordinary Dead, replenishing blood from surrounding humans when insufficient.

He disregarded social rules, completely ignoring the framework established by human civilization—acting wantonly.

Driven by his wild intuition, he scattered the heat in his blood, igniting the surrounding environment.

Ordinary humans near the hotel were instantly incinerated and preyed upon, turning into smoldering ghouls.

Touko and the others had eliminated most of the familiars and ghouls in the building, but due to the large number of guests, many ghouls transformed from guests spread outwards, attacking passersby near the hotel, and these passersby in turn transformed into new Dead and ghouls.

“Ah, ahhh! Ah!—”

Due to continuous blows and the consumption of blood to generate flames, the soul-deep cold within Frolov Arkangel was tormenting him uncontrollably. He howled in pain, craving warm blood to soothe his coldness.

The Dead Apostle Ancestor grabbed an innocent female passerby, bit her neck, and gulped down her blood, satisfying his thirst.

Screams echoed through the bustling downtown area where the hotel was located. People scattered and fled, avoiding the flames and the hunters within the flames—the Dead.

Humans, to Frolov, were no different from livestock, and the blood of livestock could only temporarily alleviate his pain.

He desired nobler blood, blood that could better soothe his cold, suffering soul. He wanted the heart of that True Ancestor Princess to heal the backlash caused by his Principle.

“This prosperity and brilliance are meaningless to me…” Frolov stretched out his hand in a daze, looking at Aoko floating in the sky.

Aoko looked at the tragic scene before her, her expression solemn. She had to admit she underestimated the efficiency of this “immature Ancestor” in causing destruction.

Frolov Arkangel still understood that the opponent before him was not someone who could be dealt with merely by flames released from burning blood.

He decided to unleash his Principle (Blood Seal) and go all out.