Bab 330: I Am a Trickster

Verena's words caused the grinning ant elders' faces to twist into scowls.

"Overestimating oneself."

They replied like a choir before stretching out their hands to each summon Nihility Flail, their lineage weapon. Vast, dark-green demonic energy erupted alongside soaring rocks as the pitch-black flail was willed from their bloodline and descended into their hands.

Armed with it, their strength skyrocketed. Still, Verena didn't flinch.

Turning into dark-green beams, the six zenith ant elders shot toward Verena, hurling their flails at her unprotected eyes and neck. Not moving from an inch, she raised her golden sword.

"Ancestral Glory: Citadel of Dreams!"

She exclaimed and released a magenta fog from which rose three gargantuan citadels, each releasing a soothing, enchanting melody as if the choir of a celestial host descended from heaven's vault to enlighten the mortal world.