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Chapter 746 When Your Final Solution is Still a Fistful of Punches

Chapter 746 When your final solution is still a brutal, hand-to-hand fight

Watching the demon Iliana teleporting back and forth through the portal, Gwen asked curiously, "Is she really unable to get out?"

"No, actually she could, if she were smart enough, but she's not like a devil, more like a demon, controlled by her own anger. So... I think even if she realized she could escape, it would take her a long time."

Peter glanced at Iliana, who was sitting cross-legged to the side, waiting for her to finish casting the spell. Gwen asked curiously, "Who is this girl? I've never seen her before."

That's a good question, the good thing being that Peter didn't know how to answer it for a moment. He thought for a moment and gave a polite, standard answer: "This girl is a mutant, a student at Xavier's School of Geniuses, and also happens to be a sorceress. She was kidnapped by a demon when she was a child and brought to this place, where she survived for several years and learned dark magic. I'm fairly familiar with Strange's side, you know."

There wasn't a single lie, but Gwen probably couldn't have guessed that what she had spent years learning magic and surviving had only taken a year in the real world.

Gwen actually wanted to answer "No, I don't know," but then thought better of it and waited with Peter for Iliana to finish her meditation. After she finished the ritual and stood up, she looked around and saw the two portals that were very close together.

"...If you don't untie it..."

"You've completed the spell?"

"Of course, I'm fully equipped with magic. Release her, I want to fight her!"

Looking at the swaggering Iliana, Peter was a little confused. So, your spellcasting is just about giving yourself a bunch of buffs and then going into melee? Have you been corrupted by Strange? Is this some serious mage?

"I... never mind, I don't want to try to persuade you anymore. I'm still counting on you to take us back."

As Peter spoke, he deactivated the portal to the slingshot. The Dark Daughter, who had been rushing forward for a long time, instinctively continued to charge forward, only to be met by Iliana, who was poised to attack. Iliana, wielding a greatsword, slapped her demonized self away with a single blow, then waved to Peter to indicate that she was alright before teleporting away.

Gwen looked around, watching Peter take the bloodstone pendant off: "Wait, so we're just... done with this?"

"I guess so. If she really needs our help, she'll call us." Peter then looked at Gwen: "The real problem is that without her, we can't get back at all. We'll just have to wait here for the outcome."

"Phew... So you deal with this kind of thing every day?"

"It's not that I deal with this kind of thing every day, but... sometimes it is."

Gwen looked around and then suddenly remarked, "This place is pretty cool. If only... there weren't so many evil enemies and strange things. That girl is pretty cool too, so short, yet she can wield such a big sword."

"You absolutely mustn't say she's short in front of her; she's very sensitive about it."

Gwen nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course, I know. But it would be even cooler if that girl wasn't wearing pajamas."

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This place is definitely cool, and Iliana thinks so too. The reason she hasn't modified the landscape of Hell's Borderlands is not only because she doesn't have time, but also largely because it looks cool.

Similarly, she created such a tall and mighty demon image for herself because it was cool.

"I kind of regret making you so tall. You're more than a head taller than me, it's really annoying to look at, especially seeing a face that's almost as tall as mine, it's even more annoying." Iliana was covered in a magical shield, blocking the Dark Daughter's sword strike, and then she swung her own sword at it: "Speaking of which, this sword of mine is half of my soul, but you only have half a soul left, so what is your sword?"

"You abandoned me!"

"Abandon? That's not the right word. I just—need a lure to attract Velasco!"

Iliana withstood the Dark Daughter's sword strike: "I have no problem with you. I personally created your demon form. Although fighting you was unpleasant, I have to say this look is... Thai hot!"

Iliana, shouting something, sent the Dark Daughter flying. The Dark Daughter was momentarily speechless. As Iliana's half-soul for many years, she naturally knew that what Iliana said was true.

Although those years on the frontier were truly a struggle for survival, and although most of those who helped her were no longer around, she could not say she hated that time and those memories.

Iliana Rasputin's only hatred and loathing from beginning to end was Velasco, nothing more.

But that was not something Iliana wanted to give up. Even if her soul was torn apart, these things were still preserved deep in her memory. And that is why, in this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to lure out or even destroy Velasco, Iliana was willing to risk her soul being torn apart or even disintegrated to make an attempt.

"So, if you're going to spout nonsense about abandonment and betrayal, then get lost! That stuff has nothing to do with you! To put it bluntly, you're just an accidental product, not someone I despise."

"No one hates themselves to the point of complete self-contradiction!"

While shouting words she herself might not even understand, Iliana knocked the giant sword out of the opponent's hand, and then the giant sword, whose composition was unknown, dissipated.

"Of course, there's also the issue of soul imbalance—that definitely needs to be addressed. Although this place is very cool, it's really not suitable for sleeping or anything like that."

As Iliana spoke, she threw the Soul Greatsword in her hand. As soon as she finished speaking, the Soul Greatsword pierced the Demon Daughter's chest. However, she did not die or perish. Instead, she twisted along with the magic itself and then turned into two bloodstones along with the Soul Greatsword.

This was the spell Iliana had prepared. Since Velasco could tear half of his soul apart and turn it into a Bloodstone, there was no reason why I couldn't create another Bloodstone using half of my own soul.

"The only problem, or rather the difference, is which bloodstone will be used to repair the soul. That's all."

Iliana breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the two bloodstones, stretched, and finally could sleep normally.

"Wait, what time is it?"

(End of this chapter)