"Get the f*ck away from my food supplies you damn bastard. I'm not going to eat those disgusting mice again..."
"..."
Hearing the reason behind saving him, Myne's mouth couldn't help but twist. If not for the fact that he needed Alban to deal with Demonic Velvet, he might have started to fight with Alban.
"This old geezer... is really helpless. No wonder his last wish before death is to have sex. A person like him is the live example of a frog in the well. With his ntal capability, he can only let his old brother do the work of operating his brain." Myne shook his head with disappointnt.
For a mont, he even beca emotional seeing Alban getting into rage mode after seeing Demonic Velvet beating him. But now, after knowing the real reason behind his rage, one part of Myne wished that Demonic Velvet would beat the shit out of Alban.
BOOM!
While Myne was praying for Alban's misfortune, Demonic Velvet, clearly in a bad mood after being disturbed, shot at Alban with astonishing speed that Myne's eyes could hardly follow.
What shocked him was that, whereas Alban was easily beaten with the sa attack before, this ti Alban effortlessly grabbed Demonic Velvet's fist with a wide grin on his face and sent her into the sky with a single kick on her stomach.
After kicking Demonic Velvet as if it were nothing, Alban, with crazy laughter, also followed her, surprisingly now he could fly for no apparent reason.
"What the f*ck?! How did this old geezer suddenly start flying? Myne swore under his breath, jaw slack as he witnessed the old geezer, Alban, defy gravity and take to the skies.
Did he unseal his sealed skills again after getting beaten like a crazy dog by Demonic Velvet? And he also looks quite young now. It seems like this old geezer is hiding more deeply than I thought. I have to find a way to get out of this place; otherwise, things will get more complicated as ti passes. But for now ti to enjoy a great show, Myne thought with a smirk.
He took out a rocking chair, a fluffy pillow, and a few snacks, sat down in the centre of the crater he was in, and started watching the epic battle unfolding in the sky.
"Hahaha, demon, why don't you laugh now? Didn't you want to kill ? Here I am, in front of you. Co and kill , but be warned, don't just die halfway through. It's not every day I unseal my 20% of full power.
Although I don't know how an anomaly like you entered here under my nose, but now is the ti to send you back to hell," Alban said, his voice transmitting into Demonic Velvet's mind through his magic, as he didn't want Myne to hear their conversation.
Then he suddenly appeared in front of her, punched her on her cheek, and sent her flying, just as she had done with him previously but obviously with more force.
Demonic Velvet, after receiving a solid punch from Alban, finally acknowledged the gravity of the situation and took matters seriously. She, who was flying backward, suddenly halted in midair and, after shaking her head a bit, she roared in fury and lunged towards Alban, a winged tempest of rage.
Alban, however, remained unfazed. A mocking grin stretched across his face as he stood stoic, a statue in the face of the oncoming storm.
Demonic Velvet, fueled by primal rage and the desire to extinguish this unexpected threat, aid her attack at his heart, hoping to crush it and end his defiance. The power he displayed was clearly not sothing he should have, and it could beco her biggest trouble if he escaped from her grasp.
Myne, perched in his makeshift armchair, watched with a mix of trepidation and morbid fascination, knowing that his own fate hung precariously in the balance of this demonic duel.
"Demonic Velvet's fantastical thoughts were wondrous, but reality had other plans. The sensation of her punch passing through Alban's chest, breaking his heart and destroying his life, did not manifest. Instead, her fist seed to collide with a wall of magma.
Initially, all the bones in her hand shattered into pieces, and in the next mont, the black flas surrounding Alban turned half of her arm, which was in direct contact, into ash.
No earth-shattering scream occurred, contrary to Myne's expectations as he watched the spectacle below. However, the entity inside Velvet's body, which had already transford her beyond recognition, observed the absence of her right hand with an ugly expression.
Demonic Velvet, after staring at her lost hand, was about to create distance from Alban. She finally realized that the thing escaped her grasp due to her carelessness and overconfidence, the downfall of 95% of villains. But it was clearly too late for realization. Alban, without giving her a chance, grabbed her neck at a speed people couldn't perceive his hand moving.
He then tossed her up and delivered a powerful kick to her waist with all his strength.
Like a cannonball, Demonic Velvet shot from the force of the kick and crashed into the garden near the cabin, creating a crater 5 ters deep. Alban, having learned from observing others' mistakes, didn't succumb to overconfidence. He flowed toward the location where Demonic Velvet had crashed and landed right beside her with an indifferent expression.
"Cough... cough... Hahaha, Shrekkk! Vuh-roth Ah! 𐤀⚕ᚠᚖ𐤀 Vuh-roth Ah! Shrekkk!"
As the dust settled and Demonic Velvet saw Alban calmly standing beside her, she coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood before starting to laugh creepily and speaking nonsense in her demonic language.
Alban listened to her nonsensical ramblings calmly for a few seconds. Realizing that she wasn't going to provide any useful information in her anger, he sighed a bit and spoke, concentrating all his strength in his right fist.
"It doesn't matter whether we could save this girl or not, but you will also not be going back to hell without paying the price for ruining my fun. I will make sure to suck every last drop of your usefulness before destroying your soul," Alban declared with a sinister smile, his eyes turning red for a second before they beco normal.
As Alban spoke, the black flas swirling around him coalesced into a head-sized orb of dark energy, crackling with power. It nestled within his fist, transforming it into a vortex of swirling darkness.
"Now rest for a while; we will et soon and have an in-depth conversation without any disturbances..."
"BOOM!"
After speaking, Alban unleashed his final attack, the black sphere slamming into Demonic Velvet's face with devastating force. Half of her lower face dissolved in the fiery impact, leaving a gaping, smoking wound.
If not for the fact that she was currently in a process state, her body working on a different biology system compared to normal and quite similar to the undead, she might have faced instant death from this attack.
"Thud!"
"Hooo... Finally over. Because of this idiot, I had to undo my first seal. Now it will take a month to set it back. Sigh, what a ss. And here I was planning to have so fun with this new girl, but it seems like she'll have to wait for an extra month to beco my pet," Alban muttered regretfully while looking at Demonic Velvet's deford body and shaking his head.
Exhausted from expending too much energy, he decided to take a small break and sat down on the ground, taking deep breaths.
But at this mont, Myne, who had been secretly paying attention to the battle, joyfully ran over. Not wanting Alban to beco suspicious of his skills, Myne removed the Ultra Regeneration skill again, beat himself with a stone to create several wounds on his body, especially on his face, and approached Alban with a heavy heart.
This way, Alban wouldn't question how he could heal so quickly after receiving such a heavy beating from Demonic Velvet. Although the trick is very childish but he really does not dare to break his bones and cut so parts of his body with a knife by himself.
"Brat, so you are still alive?" Alban sneered. "I thought you were going to play dead for a few more minutes, and I had to personally co to get you out of that hole.
But it seems like you are more tenacious than I expected." Alban slowly moved his head while speaking, observing Myne approaching with small suspicious wounds on his face and body, dragging a leg like a la man with the support of a wooden rod.
"Hahaha, only in your dreams, Old Geezer. You couldn't get rid of so soon. I still want to get out of this hellhole and achieve my dream of tasting won of every race. I won't die so easily," Myne said with tears in his eyes, forcing a smile on his face as he continued to drag his fake injured leg.
Alban, who had initially planned to taunt Myne and dissuade him from leaving town upon hearing about his dream, paused for a second as if recalling a flashback. It was only when Myne stood just one ter away from him that Alban ca back to his senses and sighed heavily.
"I hope you can achieve your dream if it's genuinely your lifelong goal. Just don't abandon it halfway for so stupid reason; otherwise, you'll regret it very much in your old age," Alban said emotionally, confusing Myne. Before Myne could ask anything, to his horror, Alban suddenly conjured a blue fireball on his palm and threw it at him without any apparent reason.
Myne caught off guard and far too close to dodge, could only watch in horror as the blue inferno engulfed his entire body in the blink of an eye.
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