Chapter 260
Butcher Demon
It was unpleasant.
No need to say why, just unpleasant. This butcherâs body was burning with fury. It was in total denial of the deed that had been done before its eyes. And myself as well.
ãEwâ¦â¦ã
Tiriel backs away, her face scrunched up.
ãIs thisâ¦â¦magic beast? So creepy.ã
Arshella exhaled with displeasure as well.
âWell, alrightâ¦â¦.â
Yasmin said, pointing at me.
âProtect your mother, Dominic. Kill that monster.â
With that mouth, she speaks the word mother.
Still, the monster that was Dominic turned to face me obediently.
ãLet me handle this.ã
Arshella ready her spear. I stopped her with my hand.
ãStay back.ã
ãButâã
ãI donât want you to get caught in my power.ã
She clicked her tongue in frustration and backed away reluctantly.
The place shook.
Dominique stepped forward and swung his arm in a big arc.
Arshella and the others jumped when they saw it.
I stayed in place and took the monsterâs blow head-on.
There were no claws on Dominicâs hands so the scratches didnât hurt or even itch. It was just a little push. Artshellaâs iron fist in the bath was much more painful.
Every the arm struck me, his scaly tongue lapped at my body. I was drenched in transparent mucus. It was something somewhat new to me, since I was the one who always do it to others.
I pinched and pulled out one of the tongues to sample it, and the monster screamed as blood spurted out.
Its movements are slow.
The only attack was to swing its arms around.
Weak.
I bet its bones and muscles are all messed up already. There is no power in his blows at all. Just big and gross. That is what Dominic was now.
Next he opened his mouth full of molars and bite me.
I didnât resist, I dared to give him my shoulder.
Blood spurted out from the bite of its creepy mouth and splattered all over the monsterâs face.
After seeing it, I snap my fingers.
Then the immune cells that had been rampaging outside rushed in.
They pounce on us, grab, push him down.
The monster that once had been Dominic was instantly devoured.
âEven I have things I donât want to eatâ¦.
It looks like there are a lot of abnormal prions and such mixed in. If I put that stuff in my mouth, Iâm sure Iâll get a bad stomach.
Dominick is becoming smaller and smaller, and the gliomas are getting fatter.
While I was watching such a merciful execution, the immune cells that had been stacked on top of each other exploded without warning.
Amidst the roar of the explosion that rumbled through the basement. Bits and pieces of flesh scattered about, making a wet, messy sound.
I looked around to see a long gun barrel pointing toward me, which had been undergoing repairs, billowing smoke.
It was the barrel of a self-propelled artillery gun, the Orison. Yasmin stood nearby. She was operating a small device in her hand and aiming directly at us.
I quickly reached into my bag and pulled out a butcherâs hammer.
Without thinking, I swung it.
Almost simultaneously, the gunâs barrel erupted in a flash, and my arm felt a strong jolt.
In this underground space, there is obviously nothing in the warhead that can explode. The empty warheads that had been struck back with a hammer ricocheted, crushing a tank in maintenance that was nearby. It was indeed a heavy artillery gun. Such power even without explosives.
âThe barrel of the Orison has barely moved since a few moments ago.
Itâs the one thatâs being deconstructed, so she canât adjust the aim too precisely. Yasmin is probably only firing as a threat.
I predicted that the next one would follow the exact same trajectory.
For the third time, the heavy cannon let out a booming sound.
I caught it on the third shot.
The hammer struck the warhead cleanly, and it struck the pitcher squarely in the face. Destroy the Orison cannon.
Caught in the flying debris and blast, Yasmin skidded on the floor.
âShitâ¦â¦!!â
She did not give up and operting something in her hand.
Then the heavy machine that had been sleeping next to me started to move.
âThis is a yellow crab. I remember it.
A long arm reached out and pinched me with a hydraulic pincher.
I wasnât sure how to cook it, but I wanted to make Yasmin feel despair as much as possible, so I activated
When I gripped the pincher, the yellow crabâs arm crumpled with a crackling sound.
With the same momentum, I threw the four-legged heavy machine off the ground with a single swing.
I twisted off its arm with force. The yellow crab slammed into the opposite wall with a violent crash.
Next, I deactivated and returned the iron arm in my hand to dust with
âBut the problem with this ability is that it can only be used once at a time.
There are other restrictions as well, such as the cooldown time required to use the same ability consecutively once, so the order in which each ability activates is extremely important. There is also a momentary gap when switching between abilities, so it takes some skill to master it in battle.
I remember Tiriel once showed me a technique of using multiple abilities at the same time. Itâs called . I want her to teach me next time.
Yasmin was lying on the floor, watching my destructive act with horror, then suddenly she quietly stood up. She patted the dust from her legs and stared at me fearlessly with an expressionless face.
Her demeanor suddenly changed. Is there some kind of a trick sheâs up to? I should be wary.
ââ-Whyâ
Yasmin opened her mouth. In alien language.
âWhy did Papameyan know where I was?â
It is a simple word, so I understood it.
Maybe she was asking Arshella and Tiriel behind me.
Yasmin seems to think she is being attacked by Papameyan. This is not good. Iâm the one who is in charge of this attack.
âPapameyan has nothing to do with this.â
Then I replied back in human language.
ââ¦â¦?â
Yasmin narrowed her eyes and looked at me questioningly.
âButcher speaking subhuman?â
As she said this, she pulled out the sword she carried at her waist.
It was a beautiful long sword, but it immediately made a futuristic sound and glowed with pale-blue light.
âI know that one. Itâs a Bertenan, right?â
It looked just like the sword I gave Titania.
ââ¦â¦ You can speak subhuman and you know this sword. What a knowledgeable butcher. It is one of the rarest of the weapons we have created, you know?â
âI know itâs very sharp, but a weak woman like you canât beat me with it.â
âNot that Iâm going to fight you with this sword, haââ!!â
Yasmin threw Beltenan high into the air.
A figure falling from the ceiling catches it in mid-air, and with the momentum of its fall, strikes at me.
ãDonât get distracted!!ã
The blade is caught by Arshella, who leaped in and took it with her Lexel. A dangerous vibrating sound reached my ear.
As she pushed him back, he fluttered. The figure that had attacked her from the ceiling flipped and landed in mid-air.
âI see. So this is the reason for Yasminâs insistence.
âGarnier.â
I mouthed the manâs name and dragged my hammer forward.
Garnier says nothing and holds the Beltenan up to his right eye.
âStrike that butcher and dragonkin down, Gilles Garnier! Do not forget the debt of you owe me for saving your life!!â
At Yasminâs command, Garnier moved.
Almost immediately, several Ripley rose from the shadows of the hangar. They were unmanned types.
ãTyriel!!ãArshella quickly spread her wings and jumped up.
ãEii!!ãThe owl on Tirielâs shoulder fly off, and her staff rang.
Instantly, a wall of ivy sprang up in front of Tiriel, obstructing Ripleyâs bullet.
Arshella took advantage and counter it from above.
While the two of them are dealing with Ripley, the fight between me and Garnier was heating up.
As expected, my hammer is slow and canât catch the swift Garnier.
On the other hand, he was also cautious of the destructive power of this iron mass and was unable to close the distance for long. He already experienced the strength and sharpness of my claws when he tried to jump into my range for close combat.
Garnier stays put. He kept messing with me with a move that reminded me of a feline.
He repeatedly checked me with the sharp Bertenan, aiming at my fingers that holding the hammer or at my legs, which are not protected by the apron, looking for an opening to strike a killing blow.
Bertenanâs sharp edges grazed my arms, legs, and shoulders, causing me to lose blood.
It was like a game of chess, we anticipated the opponentâs next moves. Garnierâs attack was exceptional. In between such actions, I clearly saw that he was trying to read every move I made.
I was also observing Garnierâs body movements, searching for a strategy to corner him.
However.
It is very frustrating, but I must admit that he is probably going to conclude his analysis first. My intuition tells me that if I continue as I am, I will eventually be fatally wounded.
âThere is no mercy.
There is no such thing as fair play in a fight to the death!!
I put the hammer in one hand and put my free hand into the bag.
A brand new butcher knife was pulled out of the bag. I brought a spare.
At such a sight that defied the laws of physics, Garnierâs almost inorganic eyes tensed.
âIt was a move that crushed the chess board.
With the knife in my left hand, I swung a large cleave at his feet.
Almost reflexively, Garnier jumped and dodge.
At that point, I already let go of the knife and pivoted my body.
With both hands, I swing the hammer in a huge arc.
With the momentum of the rotation, I hit Garnier in the air with all my might.
This was a brilliant hit. Garnier guarded it with Bertenan, but in a hammer and sword fight, it is logical that the hammer will win. In a pure collision, the harder and heavier, the better.
The impact of the blow released by the butcherâs physical strength was so great that the sword was unable to withstand it and exploded, leaving a sound like glass shattering.
Not content with just shattering the sword, the impact reaches Garnierâs body, sending him deep into the wreckage of the yellow crab.
As I roared in triumph, the crane that was already fragile from the yellow crabâs impact rattled and collapsed, landing on top of him.
Garnier was buried in a pile of rubble and went quiet.
Arshella and the others seemed to have won too, I saw Ripley cut in half, crushed by vines, covered in ice, and so on.
âHowâs this possibleâ¦â¦!? Butcher outperforms Garnier!!?â
Finally, the always nonchalant Yasminâs face became agitated.
I stood in front of her.
ââYou know, I really wanted to rape you to my heartâs content and then kill you. But I donât lust after you. You may look pretty on the outside, but inside you are rotten. Disgusting.â
This is true. This woman smells like sludge.
âWhat!? what are youâ¦!!â
Yasmin backs away, gritting her teeth.
âI am the beast of Gevaudan. Iâm here to devour your sins.â-â
Checkmate.
I reached out my arm to grab Yasmin by the throat.
But my arm flew off.
It was as if an invisible fierce animal had run past me and bit off my arm.
I instantly lost my balance and slumped down.
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A gunshot reverberated through the underground.
Hearing the sound in my ears, I held the section of my arm that was still bleeding and kept my balance.
I held my arm, which was throbbing with pain, and turned around.
There, a man with an eye patch was holding a gun in a kneeling position.
Guarding his sides are InoRyder and Vani.
The second shot hit me right between the eyes.
The momentum yanked the butcher bag off my head and sent my huge body tumbling to the floor.
âThe force of the blow was too great.
It was the heaviest gunshot Iâd ever been hit with. I almost lost consciousness for a moment.
There was nothing nearby to shield me.
I activated to harden my skin, but I wasnât sure if this would be enough to prevent the next shot.