98 Art. 97. "The Words carved"




 What was floating in the Demon Monkey's chest was undeniable pleasure.

 The power that crawled out from the depths of his body was unstoppable, and his limbs were overflowing with semen that threatened to tear his body apart. An unprecedented sense of elation and versatility covered his entire body, and he was no longer a Hexenbiest.

 But there is also a sense of emptiness.

 With just a little waving of the end of the power that he still has, the prey in front of him quickly disperse their bodies. With a flick of the fingertips, the flesh and blood pops, and with a restraining hand, the bones shatter and they die.

 The existence of such innocent, so innocent prey was simultaneously pleasurable and frustrating at the same time.

 But the prey in front of him was different.

 The silver-haired swordsman deflected his power when he wielded it, and instead of running away, he tried to confront it with what little power he had. This is the true joy of the hunt. Hunting is a pleasure when it is accomplished because it is challenging. You can't bring this thing down just by wielding your power. That pleasure was there for sure.

 So why don't you use your paws?

 The back of the demon monkey's hand slammed into the street and the fragments scattered across the battlefield. If touched by a human or an elf, it would be enough to chip away the flesh.

 As a matter of course, the silver-haired swordsman intercepted the fragments. As soon as he swung his sword at a large fragment, the space in front of him was swept away. The power to cut down the space with each fragment, as if it were just breathing.

 However, the moment the long sword was swung, as if aiming for the gap, the powerful arm reaved the battlefield. This is the first time I've ever seen such a thing.

 --Giiii, nn!

 You'll find that something hard touched the tip of the demon monkey's hand. I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea. Perhaps he was trying to counterattack at the same time he was fending off the attack. But there was no wound.

 The enemy could no longer even hurt us. They know that.

 But it scrambles. It continues to struggle. I can't even imagine how he could have handled my attack with his thin sword. But the reality is that the swordsman in front of you is standing right in front of you, out of breath.

 That's fine. That's how it is with prey. They will flail their limbs and try to stay alive until their last breath.

 After several battles, its maniacal face contorts and a screeching ape echoes from its belly. As if to show his pleasure and to signal the end of the hunt.

 It's been a good time, no doubt. But it's over now.

 Human stamina is a dime a dozen. I'm rather proud of myself.

 His arms, which had tried to fight back every time he had dealt a blow earlier, were no longer up to the task. His freshness as a prey has obviously diminished.

 So, let's finish with the next one. A stiff power resides in the fingertips of the demon monkey. It's enough to make the air shake with its power.

 There's a certain amount of courtesy you owe your prey for entertaining you. Even this demon monkey, who doesn't have much intelligence, has an instinctive awareness of this.

 If so, let's cut out its heart with just one blow so that it doesn't suffer in vain.

 I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.


 I'm not sure what to say.


 His silver hair swayed. The clasp was torn off and the longer hair stuck to her cheek. I'm not sure what to make of that.

 Rather, she could no longer do anything more than that.

 Kalia's whole body was groaning from every part of her body, and she could no longer even point her blade in return. She barely managed to handle the heavy arm and survived. Forcing her legs to leap, she returned the blow with a painful wrist injury. The only thing he could do was to try to prolong his life.

 --Well, I'll be d*mned. I don't even have enough in my pocket.

 Kalia's silver eyes twinkled. Her beloved sword was beginning to chip, and instead of hurting the demon monkey, it was hurting the muscles in her hand that had attacked it.

 The path to victory was nowhere in sight. My breath is ragged and my teeth are shaking dully as I try to stifle it.

 I don't want to lose. I don't want to look like that. The only thing that came to Kalia's mind now was such a stubborn feeling. The corners of her eyes were filled with something akin to tears.

 I don't want to talk about the bitterness of defeat, my pride will not allow me to be defeated by a hexenbiest. There is that, too. But more than that, Kalia knew one thing well.

 --I have only this one thing in my life.

 If you ask her to name one thing in her life that she is proud of, she will certainly mention her swordplay. This was her undeniable pride and the other half of her life.

 Therefore, I think. If I'm beaten down here, if I'm defeated here, he, Lugis, will be disappointed in me. He'll give up on me.

 Oh, I don't want that. That's just too much to bear.

 Again, the flame of will gleams in Kalia's silver eyes. Then I have no choice but to kick the demon monkey in the face and defeat it. That's the only way I can move forward.



 There was once a situation similar to this. When I was about to be defeated by a boar-shaped demonic beast in a forest of giant trees. That time, we defeated the beast on the advice of Rougis.

 But Rougis is not here now. That can no longer be overruled.

 Then let's see what Rougis would say. Observe the hexenbiest, determine its habits and pierce its weaknesses.

 I understand the futility of attacking the extremities. That big mouth in its belly is too vicious to be a weakness. Then where? Where do I cut it off so I can kill it?

 Suddenly, a reflexive thought pops into my brain. And then, unconsciously, Kalia's cheeks shook. Somehow, she had gone crazy. The thought that popped into her mind was so stupid, and it sounded like something he would say.

 Well, I'll take my chances. Well, it's not so bad if you consider his words. I don't even know if that's the right answer, but it's so difficult.

 The demon monkey's savage voice echoed through the air, and I could feel the strength in his huge, raised arms. His silver eyes flickered.

 You only have one chance now. I'm going to use all the strength I have left in my body and give it to you. If that doesn't work, I don't care. I'll just kill him with that one blow.

 Yeah, and he said he could do it, didn't he?

 --You can do it. Of course you can. You don't even have to think about it.

 --Why do you say that, just because you think you know something doesn't make it so.

 The shadow of your mighty arm is a blur. It's coming to tear the sky and smash the earth, leaving no sound in its wake.

 Kalia didn't look away for a second. She knew that in the blink of an eye, this encounter would be over. In the end, it was either you or your enemy.

 I wondered about that. But there was no time to delve into that until now.

 This demon monkey, even when he roars his monkey scream around, even when he swallows a barrel of wine, he uses his wide open mouth. It didn't matter if it was a piece of wood or a rock, its big mouth swallowed it. His fangs were always moving, and it seemed as if his body was moving around his mouth.

 So why does its original mouth still exist, and why does it still have its face? I don't know the reason. But there was one thing that Kalia was sure of.

 This demon monkey is about to undergo an unmistakable transformation into a demon.

 Its limbs are getting stronger, and the big mouth on its belly is getting more vicious. But only its original face is the same as that of an ordinary great ape. Not a demon, just a beast itself.

 If that's the case, I wondered if the limbs and belly it had transformed into a demon, and the fact that it stood on two legs, were all to protect the weakness that still remained in its body.

 But even if that were the case, the road to that point was steep. At any rate, the body of the demon monkey that stood up on two legs far exceeded the height of a human, and the way to get there was hindered by the steel limbs and the large mouth of the belly with fangs. The only time you can get close to it is for a moment when it swings its mighty arm down.

 It's not something a human can reach. And it's not something that can be reached one-on-one.

 The bottom of his palm, filled with strength and destruction, closes in on Kalia's body. It's no longer a deadly weapon that means death to touch it. If you try to deflect it with your long sword, you will be repelled, and if you try to block it, you will be broken.

 Jumping backwards or rolling to the left or right would be futile. It's just a matter of getting hit by the rubble and being killed.

 Then there was only one way.

 Kalia's legs plunged with all her might. She didn't miss the fact that her mighty arms were swinging wider than ever. Shaking her silver hair, her small frame forced her way into the demon monkey's pocket.

 After the attack, it was too late. You should aim for the moment when he swung his palm down, right after his powerful arm swung. During the time when his face is naturally lowered.

 The very existence of Kalia is now teetering on the edge of death. In this instant, the world will know if he lives or dies.

 One wrong step and you die. Karia knew that whether it was a moment too soon or too late, she would be cut to pieces by the fangs in her stomach.

 The demon monkey's face was brought closer to the earth with the bottom of his palm. The demon monkey's face moved closer to the earth with its palm. Kalia was no longer afraid. She just remembered one word.

 --I have proof.

 A flash of light in the demon monkey's chest.

 A silver flash of light scratched a line from the demon monkey's bosom to its mouth. Just a blink of an eye. No one gasped, no one said a word.

 --Because you're Kalia Vadnick.

 A moment later. A silver sword sprouted from the demon monkey's mouth and a great deal of blood sprayed onto the battlefield.