Chapter 247
Chapter 247
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Translator: Vine
Chapter: 247
Chapter Title: Harlot (3)
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The overwhelming pressure made Sla's face harden in an instant.
For a fleeting moment, she was overwhelmed by the aura emanating from Demian Haksen.
She, Sla—known as the Colossal Evil—felt threatened by a mere fledgling who hadn't even lived thirty years.
Crack.
Unknowingly, strength surged into her fist. Her pride as the Colossal Evil wavered.
"Impressive, but..."
Sla concentrated black mana on her wound. It bubbled and boiled, regenerating perfectly.
Her limp arm regained its strength. Sla flexed her fist and spoke.
"If the connection is severed, I just reconnect it."
It was the first time her immortal body had been destroyed. Shocking, but nothing changed.
The mana circuits in her immortal body were incredibly complex. To sever them, even Demian Haksen would need to focus.
In other words, it wasn't a technique he could use easily.
"I'll make you regret laying a hand on this woman's body."
"Don't worry. I don't think of you as a woman at all."
Sla let out an involuntary chuckle. She then charged at Demian Haksen.
She reached him in the blink of an eye. She thrust her fist to crush his jaw. It tore through the air with a roar.
At that moment, Demian Haksen ducked his head. Simultaneously, he swung his sword, slicing off Sla's forearm.
The blade severed Sla's forearm, cutting through the mana circuit along with it, preventing regeneration.
Sla stared at her now-empty arm in disbelief.
"How...!"
Severing the mana circuit this easily? It was impossible. How could he do something even she couldn't...?
"I told you I found it."
With those words, Demian Haksen began to move.
There was no time to reattach the severed forearm. Sla concentrated flesh on her stump. A new arm sprouted from the severed section.
"Don't come any closer!"
Sla thrust her fist. Demian Haksen twisted his body, dodging the attack.
Her fist sliced through empty air. The air exploded, sending shockwaves scattering in all directions.
Sla attacked Demian Haksen again.
Each swing of her fist produced explosive booms. The building and ground shook.
But none of her attacks landed on Demian Haksen.
Demian Haksen dodged every one of Sla's strikes. At the same time, he swung his sword, carving into her body.
Her forearm was severed multiple times. Once, her entire shoulder was lopped off.
The slightest lapse in attention cost her a knee. She nearly lost her waist once too.
"No, this can't be!"
The parts severed by Demian Haksen didn't regenerate. Forced to 'regenerate' her body, Sla had no choice.
Sla's flesh wasn't infinite. Each time Demian Haksen cut her, she consumed more of it.
If this continued, she would be at a disadvantage. Sla had to resort to her final measure.
"Demian Haksen! This is your last warning!"
Sla shouted as she attacked Demian Haksen.
"From now on, I'm going to get extremely ugly. I never let anyone who sees this form live! So drop your weapon and surrender!"
Demian Haksen responded to her warning with a sneer.
"What bullshit."
"...I figured you'd say that."
Sla muttered regretfully.
Soon after, Sla released her final seal. Black mana rampaged from deep within her body.
* * *
Black mages of the Frenzy Sect could manipulate human flesh like clay.
That was why all black mages of the Frenzy Sect had monstrous appearances.
But Sla insisted on a human form. She was convinced it was the path to ultimate power.
Humans dominated this world. And among them, the strongest were Master Class.
To grow stronger, one must study and emulate humans—Master Class warriors.
Sla's body was crafted by researching over a hundred Master Class individuals and more than a thousand with special bloodlines.
How to move faster. How to unleash destructive power that crushes everything.
Decades of relentless contemplation birthed Sla's body.
Yet Sla suppressed the body she had so painstakingly created.
The reason was simple. It was too ugly.
Countless values existed under the heavens, but beauty reigned supreme.
Everyone desired a beautiful partner. The beautiful were respected simply for their looks.
Even as a member of the Frenzy Sect, Sla had always pursued beauty.
Now, she abandoned it. To kill Demian Haksen, she restructured her body.
Sla's body began to swell, monstrously huge muscles bulging on her limbs.
Her spine protruded. Jagged spikes erupted from her back.
- I really didn't want to show anyone this form.
It wasn't just her appearance that changed. Even her voice thickened like a man's.
"......"
Shocked, perhaps, Demian Haksen said nothing.
Enraged by his stare, Sla exploded.
- Stop staring at me like that? It makes me want to kill you right now!
Her roar made the entire building reverberate.
Suddenly, Demian Haksen did something strange.
He withdrew all his mana. The resonance vanished instantly. The Aurablade enveloping his longsword disappeared completely.
- What the hell are you doing?
Sla scowled and said.
- It won't help anyway. I won't let you live, no matter what.
Having shown this form, Sla had no intention of sparing Demian Haksen. That was why she gave the final warning.
"Now I can see it."
Demian Haksen lowered his longsword as he spoke.
"Now I can cut it down."
- Cut what exactly...?
Suddenly, an eerie pressure emanated from Demian Haksen.
At first, she thought she imagined it. But the pressure grew stronger with time.
A defenseless body.
A defenseless stance.
Yet Sla instinctively stepped back. Primal fear gripped her.
-Crack.
But Sla ignored her instincts. For one reason only.
She couldn't let anyone who saw this hideous form live. She had to kill him here and erase all traces.
Sla clenched her fist. Her forearm writhed and swelled, doubling in size.
- Demian Haksen, sorry it has to end like this.
"Too much talk. Just come at me."
Sla thrust her swollen fist. The air was blasted away, whipping Demian Haksen's hair and clothes.
Demian Haksen swung his dangling sword. Blade met fist.
A smile crept across Sla's lips. A sword without even an Aurablade against her full-powered punch.
The winner was obvious. Soon, Demian Haksen would be crushed, longsword and all...
The next instant, Sla's fist split open. Demian Haksen's longsword sliced through her fist and forearm, advancing onward.
-...Huh?
As Sla faltered in shock.
Demian Haksen's sword cleaved through her torso entirely.
* * *
To reach Master Class, one needed a 'realm.'
But during his Death Knight days, Demian Haksen had ascended to Master Class without a unique realm of his own.
Perhaps because he could mimic other Master Class realms.
Or because he was Dorgo's slave—Demian himself didn't know the exact reason.
What was certain was that he had reached Master Class without a unique realm and only later obtained his own.
Sword God.
The realm Demian forged by unifying all the realms he had mimicked.
Demian created the Sword God for one purpose: to kill someone he absolutely had to eliminate.
Dorgo.
A lich stores their soul in a vessel called a Life Vessel.
As long as the Life Vessel existed, the lich was immortal. Even if their body was reduced to dust, they would revive.
The problem was that Demian, under Dorgo's control, had no way to find the Life Vessel.
Thus, Demian created the Sword God. To kill Dorgo without finding the Life Vessel.
Cut.
Anything. Any form. Any location.
The Sword God was born from a single-minded resolve to sever Dorgo's soul.
But the Sword God was a realm created as a Death Knight. He couldn't fully manifest it with mana instead of black mana.
That was why Demian kept shaving away Sla's flesh.
He stripped away the layers covering her soul to ensure he could sever it cleanly.
The result was now before him.
Demian sheathed Yeomyeong. Sla was still alive, but it was only a matter of time.
"Ah, aaah..."
Black mana began erupting from her severed body. Her soul's destruction was releasing it.
"This... this can't be... it can't..."
Black mana poured out alongside her life force. Sla's body shrank rapidly.
Not content with shrinking, her skin wrinkled. In mere seconds, Sla transformed into an old crone.
"Stop... stop...! I can't accept being this ugly... I can't!"
Sla clutched her body, screaming.
"P-please, I beg you. K-kill me. So I don't have to see... this... please...!"
Sla tried to approach Demian. But with her soul destroyed, she couldn't control her body properly.
"Please...!"
Sla crawled across the floor using her arms. She reached Demian Haksen's feet.
"Kill me...!"
Demian opened his subspace. He pulled out a single spear.
It was the spear once used by Blanca Roshe. Before rushing here, Demian had grabbed it.
Not for combat. It had another purpose.
Demian thrust the spearhead into the ground before Sla. Her face reflected on its smooth surface.
"Aaah! Kyaaah!"
Sla clawed at her face, screaming.
"This isn't it! This isn't my face! Aaah! Kyaaah!"
Sla's wail pierced the heavens.
With that, Sla's soul was utterly destroyed. The light faded from her eyes.
Her body froze solid like a statue.