My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?

Chapter 418: The White Armor

Anais’ fox tails coiled around Elias’ sword and his wrist. She didn’t want him to move his weapon out… Even though it was pointless — as Elias could use his hands to kill them all — she did everything she could.

“You two are failures, too,” Elias tilted his head, still holding onto his sword, and gazed at the two women with disappointment and somewhat boorish eyes. He expected more from the queens.

He added after clicking his tongue, “You two couldn’t have leveled up more, could you? Of course, you could, cheap women. All you had to do was to part your legs and become his woman. You couldn’t even do that.

Why? Because of your insignificant pride? You, women, can’t carry any pride. You are worthless without men. You exist for the men’s sake and for our strength and pleasure. You failures can only tremble before me, for you haven’t amused me at all.

You just riled me up… without any skills… Haha! Failures,” Elias Deathwill arched his head back, roaring with laughter.

After his last meeting with Mia Deathwill, his view somewhat changed, and he surely became even more despicable. He no longer held any respect for girls.

He has fallen that low.

Anais curved her lips into a smile, albeit barely, for strength kept leaving her body, “Words worthy of a cuck.”

Yumia ignored Elias and held onto Celia and Veronica, “Grandma will protect you two. Nothing bad will happen to you… I promise… So don’t tremble or cry… You two are strong girls.”

Celia and Veronica stared at Yumia with tears already staining their cheeks. They couldn’t stay brave or act as if everything would be fine. They clearly saw that Yumia and Anais were close to dying.

It hurt them. It hurt them so much.

And as Celia recalled her friend’s death and Bo’s tattered state, she cried even more. At the same time, Elias scoffed at Yumia’s words, questioning her what a failure such as hers could do.

He pressed more weight onto his sword, his weapon drawing more blood from the two girls. They screamed in pain as Elias’ sins drill started tearing through them from the inside.

“Grandma… Miss Anais…” Celia whispered weakly, unable to listen and see such a cruel and heartbreaking sight. She closed her eyes and hugged her plush toy, hoping that it would be a dream again.

And as she did, the memories flashed in her mind. Celia recalled the event when the dullahans had invaded the Deathwill Castle’s lands. Everyone fought for her sake, and her father even became dullahan for her sake.

Back then, Celia could only watch. It was similar today, yet Celia was not the same girl as before. She knew more stuff!

And as the understanding of her existence struck her heart, Celia’s plush toy, Kubo, shone with the white light.

Elias immediately shifted his attention to her, then the unknown power propelled him backward. His sword returned with him, for Anais no longer could keep her tails around him.

But as the fox girl lifted her eyes, the holy power slowly started healing and closing her wounds. In spite of that, Anais couldn’t take her eyes off Celia, for the little dullahan princess shone with the white light!

[You have awakened The Authority.]

[The power of the former dullahan king, Thanas, has been transferred to you from Purgatory.]

[Celia Deathwill Lv. 500 HP: ??? MP: ???]

“Ridiculous… but highly welcoming…” Anais whispered in a daze, and her sworn sister, Yumia, was in the same state, hovering her eyes on Celia.

The little girl stood on her two feet, her eyes clear without any fear, and confidence bloomed within those blue gems! She was also not alone, for the white horse hovered behind her.

He was Kubo, of course.

He was much taller than Celia, for he was a fully grown-up battle horse. He was Celia’s creation, and his existence was much different than others. He had his own consciousness as Celia had been living with her plush toy ever since she could remember.

They both shared the same dream, too.

Kubo leaned his majestic head down, his mane fluttering wildly, “My queen. We have one minute until your power fades away. You can’t hold it for too long because of your age.”

“Ok,” Celia replied, raising her hand high.

In an instant, the tall and royal horse turned into battle armor. He wrapped himself on Celia, equipping her from head to toe in the white armor. The royal emblem of dullahan and Deathwill had written itself on her chest.

In the blink of an eye, Celia stood like a small knight. But as her armor stood out, she was the little queen instead!

“I will kick the gangster from our home!” the dullahan queen declared. She charged forward against Elias Deathwill, who felt like life was pulling a prank on him. He could tolerate the werewolf successor with level three hundred.

But four years old kid with level five hundred, the highest level in the Avander World?!

Elias gritted his teeth, ready to face the dullahan girl. Even if her level was higher, the gap was only that of eighty levels. He could deal with her! She also lacked experience, didn’t she?

BANG!

But Elias surely underestimated Celia’s speed and strength. First, it was her speed, for Celia had slammed her kick straight into Elias before he could’ve reacted! And then, her strength, for Elias felt like two precious things burst in his pants.

[You have lost your balls.]

[You have lost your ability to reproduce.]

[You will never get hard.]

Ding!

[You can change your gender! Do you want to?]

Elias hadn’t seen those messages yet, for Celia’s kick sent him to the sky. Her amazing power made him slam into the sky, then the realm kicked him away.

The little princess kicked the gangster out of her castle!

No! She was the queen right now!

And with that, Elias’ dogs ran away from the realm, no longer pressuring other forces. The sudden raid wasn’t exactly a failure, for Elias had managed to snatch Erin and turn her into his sheath.

However, when he saw those messages about Celia’s kick, his eyes burst with hatred, and he howled like a madman in his hidden cave.

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