My Villains, Chapter 256
, 50. Mayhem (10)
“Queueuh.”
Renka, who blew the head of Baron Innomen, the king’s rider, famous for his nickname ‘Steel Hoof’, exhaled a hot breath. It was a breath of pleasure unsuitable for a scene of intense battle.
The pain of melting my body in the acid was pushed away by the heat that filled my brain and chest. This is because the battle continued and the power of ‘Ecstasy’ gave her an inescapable pleasure.
Such addictive pleasures are often accompanied by destruction of the body, but ecstasy was not.
The pulsating heart spread pleasure throughout the body and at the same time regenerated the wound. The arrow stuck in the armpit was pushed by the filling flesh and fell to the floor, and the melted skin, emitting white smoke, wriggled and regained its original shape.
“Kill-!”
“Avenge the baron/”
In front of the soldiers who attacked in anger, Lenka turned her head and trembled all over.
“flaw.”
The eyes that had been half-opened returned to focus and once again emitted a black glare. The soldiers, whose reason and instincts were paralyzed by the rage of losing their master, did not feel it even while the intimidation of the beast was covering the surroundings.
Wedge love!
Several arrows flew at her, but half of them fell to the floor in black and white trails drawn by the two blades, and the rest bounced off the plate armor glistening with blood and acid.
“Shut up, savage-!”
The soldier who ran to the front and bravely stretched out his spear was decapitated as soon as the shouting was over. The two that followed were cut into pieces vertically and horizontally, respectively. The soldier who was aiming for Lenka’s back and wielding an ax collapsed with his head turned around in an instant by his outstretched hind legs.
As she reaped her kick, she spun around and swept everywhere with her two blades.
Awesome!
The soldiers came to a halt at the fierce momentum. However, the storm-like dance abruptly increased in length, shallowly skimming the eyes or the neck and the lower abdomen.
A helmet with a nose pad and chain armor with iron plates blocked the blade, but it was not enough. The excellent sword and powerful power split the metal with sparks.
Soldiers screamed blindly, fell backwards clutching their necks, or fell forward spilling their entrails.
“stop-!”
A gigantic man comparable to an ogre appeared with an angry shout.
“Young warrior, this is not true anger. It’s not even the mother allowed it. They are just drunk with blood!”
Turning to Utequai at the familiar language of the grassland, Lenka smiled brightly, showing her fangs.
“Keehee.”
“this.”
The berserker in ecstasy lifted his feet.
Huuuung –
Magic gathers the wind.
A gray wind blew through her waist and her thighs and knees. By the time the stream passed the calves, Lenca stamped her feet with the sound of ‘kiyap!’
Quaang!
The ground shook as if it had been an earthquake, and a shock wave exploded at the same time. Twenty or so soldiers fell backwards instead of rushing forward, and the arrows that flew toward her were swept away by the shock wave.
“…this is.”
It was the ‘foot cloud’ that was passed down like a legend in the grasslands of the far west.
Utequai had to face Lenka’s charge with his eyes wide open in astonishment.
“Residence!”
She was shot off the ground, her whole body wrapped in gray wind, her eyes emitting black glare. It looked exactly like the shape Utequai had always imagined…
“No.”
The eyes, which had been dyed in complex tones, soon calmed down.
Questions about Lenka’s identity filled Utequai’s mind, but it only lasted for a moment. There was no need to question.
He was qualified to ask direct questions about the questions he had.
Utequai inhaled.
“Athar Marta—!
”
A loud roar that tore through the night sky followed.
The capricious mother who embraced the earth heard the cry. And she gave strength to her great warrior.
Utequai’s eyes glowed black.
Blinking slowly, the artist glanced around.
The world was black, white, and red because the blood was concentrated in the head and eyes. It was a sight very familiar to him.
Meanwhile, everywhere was noisy like a market trough.
“Let’s eat!”
“Wow-!”
The two berserkers roared like beasts, brandishing their swords and hammer maces with the energy to destroy the world.
The soldiers did not dare to approach, lest they be caught up in the storm, and only those who noticed the inferiority of one of the two berserkers moved busily.
“Shoot! Don’t mind the ossa!”
A barrage of arrows followed Archer Cole’s shout. The baptism was focused on a woman with auburn hair flowing like a mane.
Because she was wearing plate armor, she ignored most of the arrows, but those that aimed at her face had to be pared or avoided. Even the magic tool Cole’s bow or Gidon’s heavy crossbow with a hoist sometimes tore through thick sheet metal.
Unintentionally, the hammer and mace were also aimed at the giant, but the arrow swerved every time the tattoo on his shoulder shone.
Thanks to an endless rain of arrows, the great warrior Utequai managed to equal even the exiled warrior Renka.
On the other side, the demon army and the human army were clashing.
“Fire for the owner of fire!”
The gigantic flame demon ‘Lasaldeha’ screamed in a grotesque voice.
Even the inhabitants of Middle-earth, who did not know the devil’s language, easily noticed that it signaled the start of a battle.
“Burn and pile up ashes!”
“Qwaaack—!”
Demons and monsters rushed into the ranks of the soldiers all at once. Seeing that scene, a female knight with a gorgeously decorated helmet and pauldron pulled the reins and looked back at the priests.
“Hymns! Sing the hymns!”
The priests, who seemed tired of Baron Shahenna’s shouts, quickly cleared their throats. The moment a low-pitched singing voice was about to resound –
“Shut your mouth-!”
The magic power of Lasaldeha attacked the priests. A cry somewhere between the curse and the spirit of the devil, containing the devil’s insidious will. It sparked a blazing fire.
Fire.
“Kkwuuuuuuuuu!”
“Aww Lord-!”
The servants of the God of Light screamed at the flames that started from their stomachs. An old priest summoned divine power to put out the flames, but the rest collapsed backwards, closing their eyes at the burning pain in their intestines.
“Oh dear.”
While Baron Shahenna panicked, LaSalle Deha let out a terrifying laugh and opened her mouth. The devil thrust a hand with sharp claws down my throat.
Charrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
What Lasaldeha pulled from her throat, which was burning with red fire, was a long, thick chain. A chain whip that spews flames while burning red.
While demons and monsters attacked the human ranks, Lasaldeha brandished a flaming chain at the rear of his army. The chain, which had been spinning around a few times on the five-stranded horn, extended like lightning and swept away the human soldiers.
Quaggagak!
“Quaaaaagh!”
The path of flame opened with a dusty explosion. When the soldiers saw their comrades cut into pieces or engulfed in flames, they retreated with trembling chins, and the demons of the flame system trembled and advanced with the grace of fire.
Watching the battle between the two berserkers and the battle between the two armies, the artist quietly scratched his chin.
“Hmm-”
A pleasant snort was heard for a while.
He moved his feet toward the demons. The battle between the two berserkers was also close, but Shaenna’s soldiers were collapsing in real time.
“Now,”
the artist, who corrected Hrunting, shoved his shoulder in reluctantly and dug in between the soldiers.
“Move it!”
All eyes were drawn to the roaring shout, but he only pushed back the foolish looking soldiers.
“You bastard-”
“What are you doing!”
Ignoring the angry voices, the artist stepped forward and kicked the ground at once. He jumped into the path of flame created by Lasaldeha.
“That crazy”
“Stop it!”
Several soldiers opened their eyes wide, but he had already disappeared into the flames.
“Quack!”
A scream echoed through the roaring flames. That grotesque and twisted voice was clearly from demons and monsters.
“Krhhh-”
Lee wheezing and peering into the flames. The flames could not cover the gaze of the demon, which had evolved one step through numerous predations.
The artist was dancing in the flames.
He stabbed a hellhound that was about to breathe flame, sucked blood while clutching the neck of the severed demon, and swung a sword that was nearly 2 meters long and cut three brimstone wolves apart.
Chiiyi –
While the artist performed the sword dance, the flames summoned by Lasalde Ha continued to burn him. The resistance granted by the dragon slayer’s seal pushed the flames away, but La Saldeja’s flames were not that strong.
“Huh.”
Even so, the artist twitched his lips and let out a laugh. The tough and hard skin, like that of reptiles, was burned and melted away and regenerated at the same time. The source of its vitality was the demon caught in its grasp and the monster cut into pieces by the sword.
“How dare you in my territory-!”
Lasaldeha roared and swung her chainsaw. Along with a roar of delight, thick sparks and black ash flew wildly.
As if the artist had expected it, he evaded the attack by taking three or four steps to the side. Then, he inserted the reddish hrunting between the chains and entangled them tightly.
“Are you trying to compete with me!”
Scarlet flames soared from Lasaldeha’s body, enraged. He said, ‘Go like a human!’ and pulled the chains. The chain, which was firmly engaged with Hrunting, tightened with a harsh metal sound, but –
Kagagak!
It didn’t even budge after that. A mere human was confronting Lasaldeha, who had the power of a giant.
La Saldeja, whose flames grew fiercer in shame! I grinded my teeth.
However, he had no intention of continuing this tug-of-war with a scream. Because he was not an ignorant Touma.
“Fire-burn!”
At that command, a flame burned in the artist’s stomach, but the thick blood swallowed it up in one breath.
The moment Lasaldeha was about to recite another incantation, a sonorous voice rang out.
“Adobit’sche (obey)—”
Along with him, magical powers raged from one side. The intense flow of magical power pulled all the flames from Lasalde Ha and her subordinates.
“Ahh!”
“damage!”
At one point, flames gathered in an instant and intense heat erupted, and Baron Shaenna’s soldiers hurriedly retreated. A girl appeared in the empty lot created like that.
A girl with rich blonde hair under a large cone hat…
“Ellen.”
According to the artist’s whisper, the girl who gathered the flames and wrapped them around her body was none other than Ellen.
He was dressed in a white shirt and leather pants, not suitable for the cold winter, but he was wearing a cloak woven from flames, so he didn’t feel the cold.
“…the Golden Purifier.”
“that’s right. The fire witch…
The wind of magic murmured in astonishment and extended the cloak. Ellen, who hung down the hem of her fiery cloak like a carpet, chanted the spell again with her blue eyes sparkling.
“Thulam (get fired)!”
Six or seven long frost awls sprouted from the tip of the gray-white wand and fired at the invaders from the salt world. While the demons and monsters fell one after another, Riyasu jumped in with white wings.
“A nasty spell—”
Lasaldeja gritted his teeth and tried to swing his weapon, but the chain whip was still clinging to the artist. The moment he thought of another method and pointed to the formula with his right hand,
he exclaimed
“Khh…?”
Something sharp dug deep into the nape of his neck.
Lasaldeha turned her head and noticed that a human who appeared out of nowhere was stabbing him with a knife.
“Grrrh!”
An angry growl. Scarlet flames burned fiercely from his body.
But the assassin, clad in a brown cloak with geometric patterns, was unfazed by the raging fire. Lasaldeha’s flames did not harm her, and she did not even feel the heat.
“idiot.”
Mungchi, a black-haired woman with a youthful look, muttered that and inserted a dagger into the devil’s eye. Then, using the tearing scream as the background sound, I pulled out the sword stuck in the guy’s neck and circled back.
“I’m going to burn them all!” The devil, who roared in anger, was dragged by a chain and thrashed! I fell asleep. It was because the artist, who had approached right in front of him, pulled the chain tightly around his arm.
Chi profit.
“Three ninety-nine
flames melted the armor and pierced the flesh, but the artist’s smile grew stronger.
“Where can I taste a high-level devil?”
“…O master of fire. As soon as the muttering was over, Hrunting, his dark red tongue flicking, pierced the center of Lasalle Deha’s chest.
“Kkoaaaaagh!”
While the devil screamed at the sensation of the snake burrowing, the artist wrapped a chain around his body. Then, he stretched out his left hand covered in black scales and grasped his
neck
.
It was the time it took for the giant demon, over 4 meters long, to lose its flame and blood and dry up like a mummy.
