Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach had trouble following Mursoth's movements, and his head only started turning a second after the underworlder appeared next to Soara. But Soara was already looking Mursoth in the eyes when he reappeared right beside her. It was like she knew where he was going to show up before he did.

Mursoth was a little surprised to so suddenly lock eyes with Soara since it meant she had anticipated or reacted to his movements. But that didn't stop him from attacking. His arms that had been crossed began moving to unleash a double-layered slash with both daggers by extending them to the sides to create a T with his body.

However, before he could extend his arms so that his blades reached Soara's neck, a silvery shield appeared in front of him, blocking his daggers. He glanced upward and saw an angelic face lit up by a halo glare back at him.

Sparks flew as the daggers collided with the shield. More sparks rained down when Mursoth hurriedly raised his daggers to block the descending sword. Before he had time to be surprised at the weight behind it, it was like another blow hit his crossed daggers. The unmoving sword had somehow crashed into his weapons with more force than the first time.

It caught Mursoth by surprise, and his arms buckled. He had to give up his defense. But it had bought him enough time to slip backward and escape the tip of Yanael's sword. He glared at Yanael, who had gotten in the way of him executing the black-haired maid.

He had to admit that he had been a little quick to dismiss the angel. She wasn't as weak as she looked. Her clothes hid muscles that proved her hard work.

Mursoth's skin darkened, black smoke trickled out of the corner of his eyes, and the blades of his daggers were dyed black. He was going to put some effort into getting rid of the annoying surface dwellers who could still appreciate human beauty. It was also part of his mission to get rid of or recruit Zach. But that was secondary.

Mursoth darted forward again, appearing on one side of Soara. As soon as Yanael stepped between them to block his attack, he flashed to Soara's other side and quickly sliced through the air with a black, soundless dagger.

Yanael reached around and blocked Mursoth's feint with her sword. She was in a bad position and in a bad spot. Mursoth reappeared behind Soara. Yanael was on the other side still in a lunge and in no position to protect Soara again.

Mursoth didn't quite understand it. The only one out of the trio he was facing who had triggered his senses was Soara. Why was the angel going to such lengths to protect her? She even hugged her with her shield arm to block Mursoth's backstab.

Mursoth frowned and knelt to try and sever the tendons in Soara's legs despite the airy maid dress in his way. If Yanael lowered her arm to defend, he could just use his other dagger to hit Soara's back again. If Yanael didn't defend, Soara would lose her ability to stand.

Mursoth had forced them into a corner with his rapid attacks and feints. He should be able to land a blow now.

But there was that nagging question at the back of his hand.

Even when she was doing all she could to counter Mursoth's attacks, Yanael still didn't trigger his senses.

However, Mursoth's doubts weren't enough to stop his attack. His dagger was about to touch the fabric of Soara's dress. After that, it would take less than a second to reach the soft skin of the back of her knees.

Maybe he had been wrong. Maybe his senses had fooled him because he recognized Soara's beauty despite being an underworlder and his underworlder instincts didn't like that.

Mursoth dismissed his doubts.

That was a mistake.

The moment his blade touched the fabric of Soara's maid dress, a pale hand hit his wrist like a lightning strike. It almost knocked the dagger out of his hand, despite him using underworld energy to reinforce himself, his dagger, and his grip on the dagger. His wrist was numb, and his hand felt limp.

Mursoth's attack had been thwarted. Instinctively, he bounced backward.

He had not been wrong about Soara. That strike had almost been too fast for him to see. He would only be able to react to it if he was ready for it. That was when his body and senses were strengthened by underworld energy.

Mursoth held his daggers in front of him and looked at Soara warily. But she wasn't looking at him. She looked at her hand. She clicked her tongue in disappointment.

She was truly weak.

She slowly turned her gaze toward Mursoth. She couldn't even finish a maggot like that in one strike.

Under the weight of Soara's gaze, Mursoth couldn't help but be pushed backward deeper into the sewers.

Zach glanced at Yanael. This wasn't how they had planned it. But since Soara was stronger and scarier than they thought she would be, they might as well use it to their advantage. Zach and Yanael took to either side of Soara, blocking the sewer as best as they could.

Soara understood the plan and walked forward while clenching her fist. Her back was always straight. She was taller than Mursoth.

But when she walked toward him, Mursoth felt like she towered over him. No…It wasn't the black-haired maid that towered over him.

Behind her, he could faintly see a robed figure. It was faceless. Featureless. Mursoth couldn't even tell if the robe was a robe or if it was just shadows wrapped around something like a creature.

It was Death.

Mursoth had made a mistake. He glanced to either side of Soara. The sewers weren't so narrow that he wouldn't be able to squeeze past her, Zach, Yanael, and the walls. But Soara wouldn't let him pass. neither would Yanael.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

His only option was the weak human master who had already taken several hits from having his barriers broken. Mursoth's best hope for a strategic retreat was the opening between Zach and the sewer wall.

He didn't want to admit defeat. He didn't think he would lose. But there was no need to take a risk. He could come back in a minute with the tsunami of underworld energy.

Black smoke covered Mursoth like steam. His legs bent as he stopped backing away.

He dashed forward at maximum speed. He dashed straight ahead with his daggers aimed at Soara.