My legendary class is Husband Of Deathwill Sisters?!

Schnee felt a boundless pressure on herself, which was conjured by many killing stares and their intent to take her life going at her. She turned into a cat form immediately, then ran her way to the shadows.

Figures in black robes dropped onto the ground after the deluge of their techniques splashed where Schnee had been before. Their joint techniques conjured a deep hole with scratches within and veins scattering in all directions.

Their goal was to take down Schnee, which was deeply connected to the person who was their number one target, so they turned around in search of her. One of them spotted the kitty running in the shadows.

However, before they rushed after her, the alluring voice stopped them.

And her voice was not the cause of their halt, but the words, "Oh, losers. Who said you can take the life of my prey? She has yet to see our orgy with Alexander, so no way you can kill her."

Luxuria laughed, standing still in one spot, her body drawing attention. Even female antagonists felt yearning toward her, but their mission and hatred — caused by the word ‘losers' and Luxuria clearly knowing their origins — allowed them to keep control of their feelings, their eyes not clouded by desires.

"Losers?" said the man whose status was just below Yasir and Yumi, one of the strongest antagonists, "Says the existence who needed to live in someone else's body for more than a hundred years.

You failed to pay rent, and you've attacked her. It makes you worse than a loser — garbage is what you are," the man hissed, lifting his bow. He pointed his arrow at Luxuria, then coated it in unique dark energy like a tornado around his weapon, then shot the arrow straight at Luxuria.

The mana behind the skill was lethal enough to wound level five hundred existence, and as the arrow's target was Luxuria's pretty face, she couldn't take the skill head-on. The man's level was also high as if he had gobbled up his continent's resources, for his level proudly stopped at two hundred and fifty.

It was too fast of progress, for no player was above two hundred.

Yet, Luxuria hadn't moved. It didn't seem like she would do anything as she stood with her curves on full display. At last, the arrow was just a few inches before her… And then, it bent, going in a different direction as though hurting Luxuria's beauty was a sin.

The man narrowed his eyes, and so did the others, feeling a bad prejudice about this kind of ability.

"Hehe~~" Luxuria grinned, then brushed her hair behind her ears, adding, "Losers like you will suffice as time killers. I can't wait for the battle on the other side to end."

The antagonists and Schnee reacted the same, thinking about their allies and Alex on the other side.

Who was here?

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"I hate her loud she is…" Blackburn Blade drawled without a hint of hate, for he was already used to the loud voice in his ear. That sound stemmed from the lady embracing him from behind in Stella's style, her eyes hollow and lips parted wide to continuously scream like a demon.

For the demon, she was.

Blackburn Blade lifted his eyes, finding a pleasant surprise as Ivonne appeared behind Alex and wrapped her arms around his neck, glowering at Blackburn Blade with palpable hatred.

She couldn't bear the sight of the person who had killed her. She wanted this man dead and him to die from her hands. That was impossible, and at most, Ivonne could be support — she knew it well.

"You also have a pretty demon, I see," Blackburn Blade laughed, then tilted his head away from his beloved demon's face, "She looks docile and familiar. Lucky you…" He turned his eyes to his demon, "And lucky me, for there are things louder than that girl."

Blackburn Blade drew out his black sword slowly, his eyes flashing with madness as those red slits widened, and the sound of his blade screeched like a different kind of demonic breed.

He whispered amidst those sounds akin to nails scratching the blackboard, "My sword, my preys' screams, the sound of flesh and blood being drawn, and people dropping dead… — that is louder than this bitch."

Ivonne and Alex trembled, for the ominous and grim aura heightened with the black sword drawn, and their bodies immediately exploded with their raw power to alleviate the pressure.

Alex instantly grasped his swords with all his arms. Ivonne raised her arms, ready to unleash her Asura techniques. The two of them blended into perfect harmony, their abundant mana joining together.

"There's absolutely no reason for you to talk with this guy… His aura is even more repulsive than before, so he must've had a fair share of killing in Paradise… He's a psychopath and madman… No redemption at all in him," Ivonne knocked all possible thoughts of communication with Blackburn Blade off Alex's head.

Alex nodded and prepared for a clash, "I still want to know why he is here… He has been waiting for an opening to run away from Paradise? Has he become too strong here? I want to ask many questions… But that's just a curiosity…

My heart… really wants to kill this guy… It feels like this is a purpose of my life, similarly to the divine races," Alex chuckled, his eyes fixed on Blackburn Blade.

That man had been saying a lot of stuff, but those were pointless as they were pretty much his weird ideology and complaints about his demon.

Ivonne quickly added, "He's like a ball of negativity, and he uses that against his enemies… The first clash with him might be the hardest for you because of it…"

"I will do my best," Alex replied quickly before charging forward. He took it slow, preparing his skills for the later stages of the battle.

But as Blackburn Blade drew a slash, and he easily hit Alex's torso, Alex knew his plan was stupid. He didn't want to use everything from the start…

"Ultimate Skill…"

[You have lost your Asura Arm.]

[Winged Divine Totem has been created.]

But it seemed like Blackburn Blade would quickly force Alex to reveal his cards.