"Kwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"
The Out Cry launched with the help of the black suit shook the entire laboratory with its imnse power, attacking Bathory.
Even the threatening blood magic was torn apart like a piece of paper in the face of this transcendent power, and Bathory was swept away by it, flying to the other side.
Bang! Crash!
Bang bang!
Rumble! Bang!
Countless walls shattered, and thick dust filled the surroundings.
Oliver should have been worried about the lab collapsing due to the trendous power, but he didn't care about such things.
Because Bathory was still alive.
Blood gushed from the seemingly empty ruins of the laboratory, solidifying into a human shape.
"That hurt quite a bit."
"You shouldn't just feel pain… Is there any chance we can reconcile now?"
Oliver asked sincerely.
Despite enhancing the black suit by combining artificial soul, emotions, Life-force, and mana, he had no confidence in his fight against Bathory.
It may sound selfish, but Oliver wanted to reconcile if he could.
"You can't ask for reconciliation after hitting a woman like that, Dave."
"I'm sorry. If I hadn't hit you, I would have died… What did you say?"
"It seems that's your na, right? Dave?"
Oliver silently admitted it was the correct answer since it was too late to hide it now.
"…You can read minds, after all."
"No, but with experience, your reasoning skills can improve. Landa, a warlock who can use magic, unique armor woven tightly with emotions and Life-force, a quarterstaff, a peculiar way of talking that irritates people… I realized it too late, actually."
"? I'm sorry, but you talk as if you know ?"
"I do know you. Your reputation is spreading on this side of the world."
Oliver cocked his head, seemingly unable to comprehend. Because he really couldn't understand.
Bathory seed to have read his thoughts and kindly answered.
"You killed three of the Human-at Chef's henchn and four of his disciples, didn't you?"
"Ah… That wasn't my intention. And I captured one without killing."
Oliver spoke confidently without any lies.
While it was true he killed Human-at Chef's disciples, it was never his intention. It was an unavoidable incident that occurred during his work.
Also, he only captured the last disciple, Venium, without killing him and handed him over to Pinkman.
"Whether you intended it or not, Human-at Chef doesn't care about that. What's important is that you dared to challenge him."
"….Is that so?"
"Then it's rather surprising. Why does he still let you live? He doesn't let those who underestimate him go…"
Usually, Oliver would have said sothing like, "I don't know" or "I'm not sure," but this ti, he stared intently at Bathory with a subtle narrowing of his eyebrows.
As if there was sothing strange and curious.
The highly skilled warlock Bathory noticed the subtle change in Oliver.
"It's rude to stare at a woman's face like that."
"Ah… I'm sorry. It's strange."
"You're even disrespectful. Saying a woman's face is strange."
"No, I didn't an it like that. You're beautiful, Lady Bathory."
In the midst of this, Oliver spoke as he had learned from the employees of the Angels House.
Always complint a woman's appearance whether she is actually pretty or not.
"Oh, thank you."
"But your emotions are strange."
"Emotions?"
"Yes, when you talk about Mr. Human-at Chef, there is a very complex and subtle change in your emotions."
Bathory stiffens her expression in silence. Regardless, Oliver continued to describe, as if he were a somlier evaluating wine.
"When you ntion Mr. Human-at Chef, Lady Bathory, you emit trendous hatred."
Bathory's eyes narrowed and stared at Oliver nacingly, but Oliver, already absorbed in analyzing emotions, continued speaking.
"However, unlike general hatred, it's not hot but rather cold. It seems like it's been a long ti, and your resentnt appears to be deep."
"…Okay, that's enough."
"What's interesting and incomprehensible is…."
"Enough."
"…On one side of hatred, there's also longing and affection."
Fascinated by the unique emotions, Oliver ignored Bathory's words and finished speaking.
Bathory's face contorted with overwhelming sha and anger as if a hidden secret was revealed, and the target of her anger was none other than Oliver.
"…So, you and Mr. Human-at Chef are not rely enemies."
"Can't you understand when I tell you to stop?"
For the first ti, Bathory showed emotional turbulence.
Her facial muscles tensed, and her giant fangs grew.
"I apologize. I was just curious because even when your followers died, you didn't waver, but your emotions were different when talking about Mr. Human-at Chef… By the way, your followers sincerely believed in you and had affection for you."
Oliver recalled a female warlock who tried to protect Bathory while trembling in fear.
Even with all her limbs burned except for one arm, she was more concerned about Bathory than herself.
"So, what do you want to do?"
"Um, there's nothing in particular. I just wanted to ntion it. I thought you should know."
Oliver spoke honestly, but the response was not good.
Bathory's expression, which always had composure and a smile, showed displeasure and anger.
"Did I make a mistake?"
Oliver asked to apologize, but Bathory didn't listen. She didn't seem to want to talk to Oliver anymore.
"Let's wrap this up since I know your skills roughly. It's not fun."
Bathory summoned mana in one hand and touched the broken debris.
A vast amount of mana spread through the building debris in an instant, manipulating the molecular structure. Cent spears aid at Oliver sprung up from all sides.
With Gaia School's Earth magic, it boasted overwhelming physical strength.
Oliver quickly moved and shattered the stone spears before they could crush him, advancing forward.
Of course, it wasn't just about shattering them.
The broken stone spears received a new spell from Oliver and flew towards Bathory, penetrating her.
"Kuk…!"
"I've slightly inserted the black suit into the spear tip."
Unexpectedly hurt, Bathory looked at Oliver as he quickly closed the distance between them.
Perhaps feeling burdened by Oliver's approach, Bathory absorbed the blood around her into one arm, gathered strength, and swung it towards Oliver.
[Reremouse]
From Bathory's arm, a massive amount of blood infused with murderous intent and mana transford into bat-shaped blades, striking Oliver and leaving horrible puncture wounds on the walls, ceiling, and floor.
The power was so strong that the black suit reinforced with an artificial soul was slightly torn.
"Um."
As soon as the opening appeared, the blood tentacles sharply stabbed at Oliver, who quickly blocked them with his quarterstaff.
Thanks to his defense, he avoided a critical hit, but Oliver was pushed back considerably.
With a loud crash, Oliver was slamd against the wall by the blood tentacles. However, that wasn't the end.
The cent still under Bathory's control sucked Oliver in like a swamp and tried to interfere with his suit using mana.
But it didn't go as smoothly as expected.
"Amazing technique. There's no corrosion at all."
Oliver replied while only his upper body was exposed, "Thank you for the complint."
"It's a sha. If you had t a bit later, you might have been stronger… But on the other hand, it ans you're not my match yet."
As Bathory said this, she hardened the chunk of cent that held Oliver like steel and began another spell.
Oliver raised his head, sensing ominous movent above him, and saw a mass of murderous intent and mana gathering beyond the ceiling.
The murderous intent and mana, entwined like a mud clump, began to rotate roughly, gradually concentrating their power into one point.
Like a drill or a typhoon…
"Um, that looks really dangerous…"
[Impalent]
Bathory perford a casting motion, moving her hand from top to bottom.
A massive blood stake, large enough for several people, broke through the ceiling and fell right above Oliver's head.
It was a power that couldn't be blocked even with the black suit enhanced with an artificial soul.
He could feel Bathory's anger.
—————Kuuuung!!
With a massive roar, the giant blood stake fell from above, piercing everything below.
If the attack had landed, Oliver would have surely died. If it had landed, that is.
‘I'm alive.'
Instead of shaking off the chunk of cent that held him, Oliver interfered with its mana and entered it.
It was difficult to steal the power back due to Bathory's magical control and systematic spells, but sohow, he succeeded.
It felt like a close call.
If he had failed, he would have been helplessly hit by the previous attack.
Oliver tried to escape to a safe place.
"Not so fast."
Bathory, who noticed Oliver's presence, launched blood blades at him.
Even though Oliver had increased the strength of the cent using magic, Bathory's blades cut through the cent pile like slicing cheese and pulled Oliver out.
"How dare you think you can run away from ?!!"
Bathory quickly closed the distance, equipping herself with wings made of blood on her back.
When Oliver counterattacked by swinging his quarterstaff, she created distance with impressive maneuverability and attacked Oliver again with bat-shaped blades.
Cala la la la crack——!!!
With a loud crackling sound, the storm of blades that rushed in at close range tore through the black suit, leaving wounds on Oliver.
Blood naturally flowed from the wounds, and so of it was absorbed by the blood blades, which carried it back to their master.
"Let's have a taste, shall we?"
Bathory, intending to taste Oliver's blood, reached out her hand as Oliver cast a spell.
[Bloodfire]
The mont Bathory tried to consu Oliver's blood, the blood exploded, and a sticky fla burst forth, clinging to Bathory's face and starting to burn her.
"Kyaaaaaaah!!!!"
Bathory scread in surprise and panic, clearly not expecting this.
The effect was better than expected.
‘Ah… since blood is part of one's body, it might make sense that it causes more pain than other attacks.'
Considering that the best way to counter fire magic is with fire magic, it wasn't strange at all.
"How ironic…"
Oliver said as he sared his own blood on the tip of his quarterstaff and thrust it deep into Bathory's abdon.
The quarterstaff penetrated her stomach, and Oliver triggered an explosion.
[Blood Bomb]
The bloody explosion tore Bathory's body into pieces.
Her murderous intent scattered everywhere, silenced along with the Bloodfire.
"It's not over yet…"
Oliver noticed the blood gripping his ankle.
Intense anger, resentnt, and hatred towards Oliver were evident in the blood.
He tried to escape, but it wasn't easy. Oliver looked up.
"Ah…"
The stake that had been lodged in the ground had risen again and was shot toward Oliver.
Oliver blocked it with his quarterstaff, but the blood spear was relentless, using its mass to pin Oliver to the floor and send him crashing down another level.
Bang!
As Oliver lost his balance during the fall, his back hit the floor.
It was as if an ant had been crushed under a human finger. Then, extra blood flowed from the spear, entangling around a human figure. It was Bathory.
"I acknowledge you. You're the second most annoying man I've t in my three hundred years."
"…Is the first one Mr. Human-at Chef?"
Despite the urgent situation, Oliver asked.
Whether it was the right answer or not, Bathory twisted her face nacingly and raised her spear to stab Oliver.
Oliver blocked it once again with his quarterstaff, but it was futile.
As the spear tip was blocked, Bathory swiftly kicked Oliver's face and torso, trampled him, and then scread in rage as she swung her fists and claws.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh———!!!"
Bathory's emotion-filled attack was powerful, and the already weakened Black Suit began to break.
Unable to withstand the impact of the beating, the floor collapsed once more.
Bang——!!
"I need to see your emotions stained with fear, humiliation, and hatred."
Bathory, fueled by vengeance, abandoned her spear and covered her entire body in blood to enhance her physical strength before attacking Oliver again.
The impact caused the floor to collapse again.
Bang———!!!
Even so, Bathory didn't stop attacking, and the floor couldn't withstand the impact and collapsed. It continued like this.
Bang———!!!!
Bang————!!!!
Bang—————!!!!
Eventually, Oliver and Bathory found themselves back on the lowest floor where they first t.
"Haa… Haa… Haa…"
Bathory was out of breath from hitting Oliver, and of course, he was not in good shape either.
Desperately protecting his face, the leather mask remained intact, but he had lost his quarterstaff during the fall, his Black Suit was half-destroyed, his vision blurry from the impact, and his body was bruised and injured all over.
Bathory grabbed Oliver's neck and lifted him up.
"How does it feel?"
"…It hurts."
Oliver replied calmly. It was not an exaggeration, but the truth.
Bathory didn't like Oliver's attitude.
She couldn't tolerate him, not even begging for his life or showing fear despite being a re novice Warlock.
She wanted to pay him back, beyond just winning or losing. She wanted him to feel the anger, hatred, and humiliation she was feeling.
"Hey, do you know what else I gain from blood other than power, talent, and strength?"
"Uh… knowledge and information of the person?"
"More precisely, their mories… From now on, I'll suck every last drop of your blood and kill everyone you hold dear. Painfully. As a tribute to your poker face."
"…There's no one like that?"
"No family, lover, or friends?"
Oliver remained indifferent.
He was an orphan and had no lover. As for friends…
"…You have one?"
Even in the face of death, Oliver's emotions wavered ever so slightly.
It was because he did have a friend. That friend was Kent.
Bathory sensed imnse pleasure from Oliver's reaction and showed him a malicious smile.
"I don't know who that person is, but I'll find that person. I'll kill that person’s loved ones one by one, kindly tell that person it's all your fault, and then I'll cut off that person’s limbs and—"
—Schk.
Oliver swiftly raised his hand.
Along with that, Bathory's arm holding him fell off, and Oliver's legs, which had been suspended in mid-air, landed on the ground.
In the cold silence, Bathory slowly looked at Oliver's fingertips with a surreal gaze.
He was holding a knife made of emotions in his hand.
"……."
"……."
The atmosphere was filled with an eerie silence as Bathory tentatively retreated, overwheld by the instinctual terror of confronting a being more powerful than her. And in that mont…
Schk. Schk. Schk.
Sharp and concise sounds echoed as an arm and two legs floated in the air.
Bathory, having lost her limbs, fell to the floor.
Looking down at her, Oliver asked.
"After cutting off the limbs… what was next?"
(To be Continued)
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