Saintess Of The Archon War

Chapter 11

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Saintess Of The Archon War by: Sheolle

Chapter 11

Under the glaring heat of the sun, the commotion grow louder and louder when both the first generation and second generation citizens of Alfheim saw the executioner's blade. The massive guillotine casted a shadow, that made the majority of the heroes here loss for words.

"What's going on?! What is that thing?!" Emma screamed in fear as she saw the massive executioner's blade.

"Isn't that a guillotine? France used that the behead people during French revolution!" The other high school boy named Arthur said in a horrified tone.

"Why are we really here?! Answer us!" Sage said in a restless and agitated voice.

The crew cut haired man intentionally dropped his sword and shield, and tried to grab Mikhail by his collar, but before he laid his hands on Mikhail, the crimson haired weapon master skillfully countered Sage, and slammed him to the ground.

"The second generation are quite feisty. They can't even comprehend true fear."

All of a sudden a strong pressure engulfed the village and pulled majority of the citizens of Alfheim to the ground. They felt that there was a strong invisible force that keeps on pulling them. The air became thin that it's makes for everyone gasped for air. Their breathing became hoarse and heavy. While a murderous bloodlust intertwined with the pressure Mikhail was releasing.

Mimosa was the only one on the second generation who was still on her feet, but still the pressure she felt made her staggered. While her fellow batch mates were already plummeted down on the ground. They were gasping on air like a fish out of water. Some has already starting crying while holding their chest.

The others from the first generation weren't spared as well by Mikhail's malevolent pressure that was intensified with his bloodlust. A smile graced my lips as I turned around the crimson haired weapon master who was now pissed off.

"Ara–ara~! Any more than this will knock all of them, Mikhail." I uttered as I stood up from my chair.

Mikhail was surprise that I wasn't affected by the pressure and intimidation he was emanating out from his annoyance.

"You're not affected?" Mikhail curiously asked.

By normal logic, only Adolf can withstand Mikhail's pressure. But the blonde battle axe wielder was also confuse as to why I was still able to hold my ground against the bloodlust and intimidation the weapon master have instigated.

They thought that a one star hero like me couldn't stand a chance to the real pressure a five star hero can emancipate.

"I have three words for you, status ailment negation." I chuckled as I started to walk towards the guy who has the potential to be a tank in this village. When I reached Sage, I crouch down to his level.

"You are no fun." Mikhail stated as he diminished his intimidation passive skill.

Everyone started to breath normally and the veil of the malicious and malevolent pressure vanished in the thin air.

"You really never fail to amuse us, saintess!" Adolf chuckled as he help out Alicia to stand up from getting slumped on the ground.

I was really lucky that my continuous torture of Rams –I mean continuous of training with my healing abilities gave birth to another skill. [Celestial Vestige] a reactive status ailments negation skill that activates automatically when the user falls in a status ailments and negates it with absolute precision. It can also be casted on allies to nullify status ailments.