The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 156: Chapter 152: Hilda’s Struggles

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Chapter 152: Hilda’s Struggles ----- Without realizing it, Hilda was dragged into the middle of nowhere, alongside an asshole. After having finally broken through her personal quest and managed to become Hephaestus's true incarnation, she thought she could have an easy life ahead. She only had to complete this dungeon floating in the skies and kill whatever was in there. She didn’t have to worry that much either; she would have many allies to help her. However, things ended up going wrong; they were all forcefully separated by a mysterious demon, and now she was locked with Heckert, fighting against an impossibly strong centaur-like demon covered in crimson armor. “Gahahaha! You two are way too weak! Come on, humans! Just tell me where that damn blonde girl from before is, and I’ll let you die swiftly and painlessly!” It was over five meters in height, covered with crimson armor from head to toe, and... well, maybe from neck to toe, because he lacked a head. Instead, he carried it on his left arm. He also had a second pair of arms, and all three of his other arms wore different weapons. A black morning star, a purple axe, and a red sword. All of these weapons were overflowing with demon energy, and so was his armor! Hilda, someone who made equipment, couldn’t help but find them incredibly amusing to analyze and was fascinated by their power and how they were made. However, because she was the demon’s prey, she didn’t really have an opportunity to talk things out and let him show her his equipment. “Hahh, this is fucking impossible!” Heckert gasped for air. His entire body was already covered in countless wounds; his natural self-regeneration skills were not working, and his wounds were contaminated with demonic energy, a poison to humans. He had been furiously fighting for survival alongside Hilda, but things seemed hopeless. The Death Apostle in front of them was nobody else but Agares, the Apostle of Death that Henrietta and her guild had defeated before Astaroth appeared. He had been summoned at the same time as Bael and was defeated almost at the same time too. However, he was now being given a second chance! “I want to find that damn blonde! Where is she?!” And the thing he wanted to do the most was to have a rematch with Henrietta and utterly crush her with his new strength through this improved, stronger vessel. “You mean Henrietta?! I have no idea where she is!” Hilda muttered. Her wounded body was overflowing with her Forging Flames, which cauterized her wounds and stopped the bleeding while purifying most of the demonic energy infecting her. “RAAAH!” She quickly stepped forward, seeing an opening from Agares, who was too fixated on finding Henrietta and having a rematch with her to fix his wounded pride. “{Hephaestus Divine Hammer}!” Her hammer suddenly absorbed her blazing aura, growing ten times as large, to a gigantic size, and descending upon Agares at full speed! CRASH!!! The explosion of flames was utterly devastating, as Hilda put in all the strength she could and a sizable amount of her large Mana pool. “Hehe, you’re not bad... But you can’t keep thinking you’re as strong as a Warrior, Blacksmith.” However, Agares was unscathed, his weapons blocking Hilda’s strongest blow; the flames covered his body, but his armor protected him. “H-Huh?!” Hilda was taken aback, only to feel Agares’ tremendous pressure rushing over her entire body, forcing her to fall to her knees! “Urgh…! Fuck!” “You’re strong, but not enough,” Agares said. “You’re not like that woman, who had the power of a Celestial with her and therefore was able to defeat me by using my weakness against me. Well, at least, unlike him, you have courage.” Suddenly, Hilda noticed Heckert started flying away as fast as he could the moment she attacked, gritting his teeth without even looking back! “Heckert, you bastard!” Hilda felt completely taken aback by his cowardly act; even if he was a prick, she at least thought he was someone with courage and honor.