The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 19, but—

“That book! Attack that book!”

As the monster’s flesh was torn apart, the strange scripture appeared before everyone. Veer immediately seemed to discover something, excitedly issuing orders to the crowd.

For monsters born of this evil god’s power, no matter how strong their recovery ability, as long as the source of their corruption is destroyed, they will inevitably head towards annihilation.

This moment was the best opportunity.

The students, having calmed down, did not disappoint her expectations. Countless brilliant spells were simultaneously unleashed, pouring out like they were free towards the massive body of the monster.

But after the brief excitement, as the chaotic air currents and glimmering lights from the magic dissipated, Veer felt her body gradually grow cold.

It was useless.

Even with over a hundred magicians present, able to unleash a hundred spells at once.

But that scripture, compared to the monster’s gigantic body, was still too small a target.

Moreover, it wasn’t just small; if it were merely small, under the overwhelming magical bombardment, it would eventually be hit.

Yet that scripture seemed to possess its own consciousness, continuously shifting within the monster’s massive flesh, evading the magical attacks.

“There’s something wrong, something is off.”

Clearly, it was a great situation where the monster was being forced into a corner, but Veer felt an unsettling sensation that made her delicate body tremble involuntarily.

This was her intuition.

And her intuition had always been very accurate.

Something ominous was definitely about to happen, or rather… had already happened.

“We can’t drag this out any longer!”

Veer slapped the railing of the high platform in front of her and gritted her teeth, asking the warriors who had already retreated to the side.

“Who among you still has the strength to rush up and destroy that scripture? I will arrange magical cover.”

As soon as her words fell, Veer felt dozens of incredulous gazes directed at her.

Rush up?

Look at how terrifying that monster is!

You want us to rush up?

To die?

And even with magical cover, who knows what kind of adverse effects rushing into that mass of flesh might cause?

What if we also got corrupted by the evil god and turned into burly brothers who only like men?

“This… sigh.”

Weier clenched her fist, gripping it so tightly that her knuckles turned slightly white.

She certainly understood the concerns of these people, but some things had to be done by someone. If she were not just a specialized mage, she would have probably rushed out by now.

Unfortunately, she was neither a warrior nor did she have the right to force others to their deaths.

So at times like this, she felt extremely powerless.

If only the president were here.

If the president were here, this monster would have probably been dealt with long ago!

“Help me up, I can still fight!”

Just as Weier’s thoughts were about to drift away, she suddenly heard someone shouting loudly, and hope blossomed in her eyes, like seeing a bright light in the deep darkness.

—Then she looked up and saw Ariel, wrapped up like a zongzi on the stretcher.

She was struggling incessantly, her expression fierce. Even though her hands were bound with bandages to the point she couldn’t hold a sword, it looked as if she wanted to get up and battle that monster for another three hundred rounds.

“No, Ariel.”

Liya leaned beside her, pressing her firmly down on the stretcher, tears welling in her eyes as she said:

“You’re already so badly injured; you can’t go again.”

“I can’t accept that!”

Ariel’s face was filled with rage: “The beauty is missing; she might still be out there. I have to save her.”

“She might just have retreated with another team, Ariel, you don’t need to worry.”

“Even so, I still want to kill that bald guy. I want to chop him into thousands and thousands of pieces, burn him to ashes, and scatter his ashes! How dare he call me flat-chested just now!”

Ariel’s eyes blazed with fury: “Am I really flat? Liya, do you think I’m flat? If I squeeze a bit, isn’t there something there? Rounding up, I have a B cup, right? How dare he open his eyes and lie like that?”

“……”

“Hey, Liya, say something!”

“……”

Weier silently withdrew her gaze.

There was no way she could let Ariel Bougard charge out at this moment.

Not only because of her injuries, but also because it was clear to anyone with eyes that she was the number one contributor to this hostage rescue operation.

The first to rush to the rooftop, the first to engage the enemy’s leader, and she had forced the enemy’s leader into a desperate situation.

By the time the elite members of the student council rushed up, the muscle-bound men on the upper floor had already been cleared out to a significant extent, and that so-called high priest was also in a severely injured state.

He was completely unlike a second-year student.

If it weren’t for that high priest suddenly transforming into a second form, this incident would have probably been over by now.

Although that hostage seemed to have disappeared somewhere.

But now is not the time to think about that.

“Sure enough, is my ability still not enough?”

That ominous feeling grew more real.

Malice, unknown in origin, licked at her body, making Veer feel nauseous to the point of nearly vomiting.

“If only a hero would descend.”

In this moment of helplessness, Veer fell back into her habitual daydreaming.

Just like the novels and storybooks she had read, at the critical moment of despair for everyone, a dashing hero would descend from the heavens, and then…

“All eyes on me—”

That’s right, just like that handsome guy who jumped off the dormitory building.

Huh?

Handsome guy?

Where did that handsome guy come from?

Veer looked up in surprise.

Swish—

At this moment, unable to help, the first-year students acting as stagehands at the back expertly moved the spotlight, focusing it like a spotlight on the figure that leaped down.

“I’m going to show off!”

Accompanied by an incredibly clear shout in the quiet night, the striking figure in the spotlight plummeted from the high building.

It fell towards the monstrous creature.

Just then, a spell pierced through the monster’s flesh, revealing the sacred text that had just moved.

Nowhere to escape!

Mu En laughed heartily, driving the sword in his hand deep into the sacred text.

The monster roared in madness, then wailed, countless bodies twisting grotesquely, yet unable to prevent death from arriving.

In that instant.

The cold wind howled, blowing through the man’s golden hair, which spread like the morning sun. His handsome face wore a smile, illuminated by a dazzling halo of light, and the smooth yet powerful muscle lines made one think of the exquisite sculptures from renowned artists displayed in the Imperial Exhibition Hall, perfect to the extreme.

“So handsome.”

Many girls, just beginning to awaken to love, were drawn in by the golden-haired man’s extraordinary looks, unable to suppress their little gasps.

Even Veer couldn’t help but lose herself, wondering if this was indeed the hero descending from the heavens?

……

Yet, in that brief silence, as if everyone’s gaze was drawn to this man, a first-year girl suddenly voiced a question with the innocence of a child.

So clear in the night.

“However—”

“Why isn’t he wearing clothes?”