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AAAAAAAAAH!!
KYAHAHAHAHAHA!!
KYYYAAAAAAAH!!!
The corpse dolls Duncan, Shamus, Bathory, and the female warlocks let out screams as they descended towards the falling Human-at Chef.
Human-at Chef, who had been dominating his opponents, was montarily startled by the sudden turn of events. However, he quickly adapted to the situation and launched a counterattack. To him, this was hardly a crisis compared to his past experiences.
This is nothing
Human-at Chef channeled his ever-shifting emotions, unleashing massive blades in all directions.
The dense emotional blades, fueled by pure hatred and anger, flew towards Oliver under the sorcerers control, but Oliver skillfully countered them.
[Ptahs Assistant]
Oliver crafted chanical hands from magical energy and cloaked them with an emotional robe, forming multiple black hands that deftly intercepted the incoming blades.
The razor-sharp blades, capable of slicing through concrete buildings and even the earth itself, attempted to cut through Olivers obsidian hands. Just before being completely severed, Oliver interceded with the emotional blades and narrowly took control.
!!
Human-at Chef was stunned.
He had once relinquished control of his emotions, but it had been a half-hearted effort, made with the intention of capturing his target alive. However, this ti, he had unleashed them with full force, unconcerned about losing a limb in the process.
Yet, Oliver had wrested them away.
It was a profoundly startling turn of events.
Utilizing the emotions of others was a fundantal aspect of black magic, but the difficulty fluctuated exponentially based on the quality and quantity of the emotions and the willpower of the target.
It could be likened to water.
Water from a faucet was safe and convenient, but water from a tsunami or flood was not.
Therefore, Human-at Chef had rarely had his emotions stolen.
His inherent rage was imnse, stemming from being abandoned and betrayed by the world. The fools who had perished attempting to use his emotions against him over the centuries were testant to that fact.
But now, Oliver had taken them. His truly ignited fury.
So this guy is really!
As his uncertainty transford into certainty, Human-at Chef swung a French knife forged from blood with all his might, aiming to cleave everything in one fell swoop.
BOOOOOOM!!
An invisible slash shot forth, intent on slicing through everything in its path, reminiscent of the livestock that had betrayed him in the past.
Then, Bathorys disciples, the female warlocks, leaped forward and invoked blood magic, erecting a massive blood barrier.
Astoundingly, they thwarted Human-at Chefs attack.
Despite sustaining substantial damage and being cut in half, the barrier managed to dissipate the chefs slash.
Could their skill really be this high?
Human-at Chef was astonished by the astounding performance of the female warlocks when sothing broke through the shattered fragnts of blood and the plumting corpse dolls.
It was Duncan, the corpse doll.
BANG!!
Duncan, or more precisely, Fourth residing within Duncan, employed flesh-made Tonfas and pre-stored black suits, along with various disease-enhancing black magic, to enhance his physique to the utmost before striking towards Human-at Chefs face.
A trendous roar, akin to a building being demolished, reverberated through the air, producing three layers of shockwaves. Human-at Chef crashed to the ground, creating a massive crater as though struck by a teor.
Even amid this chaos, Human-at Chef, unscathed, seized Duncans arm. Yet, Fourth inside Duncan imdiately channeled all its stored energy into the captured arm and thrust it forward once more.
AAAAAAAGH!!
With Fourths final effort, the ground caved in once more and completely gave way. In the process, one of Duncans arms was utterly obliterated.
Third.
Oliver calmly called out, and the Third, following the Fourth, sprang into action.
It was the Third residing within Shamus.
Third employed beanstalks to ensnare Duncan and pull him back, then extracted a branch from his limbs and infused it with the full power of nature.
The branch voraciously absorbed the energy of nature and rapidly grew, shaping into a colossal pillar, as large as a building, under the sorcerers will.
Corpse doll-Shamus, bound this colossal pillar with beanstalks and brought it crashing down upon Human-at Chef.
BOOOOM!!!!
The pillar, colossal in both size and weight, collided with the basent floor, generating an enormous shockwave and a deep fissure, upheaving the floor and its surroundings.
The basent, weakened by these successive impacts, crumbled all at once, revealing access to the lowest level where imnse mana surged.
However, the undeterred Human-at Chef impaled the wooden pillar with both hands and rent it asunder.
But this was part of the plan.
Within the corpse doll Bathory, First was orchestrating a large-scale blood magic ritual, harnessing the copious amount of blood flooding into the basent. First extracted blood that had long been tad, using it as the core catalyst. Gathering the substantial quantity of blood coursing into the basent, a colossal stake took shape.
As soon as the stake reached completion, First circled around and descended upon the stakes head, amassing all the mana and emotions for a resounding strike.
[Punishnt]
With a resonant thud, the impacted area emitted ripples of sorcery, molecularly reassembling the massive volu of blood, consolidated by magic, into an imnse iron mass.
If anyone bore witness to this spectacle, they would deem it the end.
Even Human-at Chef, with his transcendent physique, would be naught but an ant crushed under a finger.
It appeared that Human-at Chef was destined to be crushed beneath the imnse mass.
Or so it seed.
KWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!
While trapped beneath the colossal iron mass and descending, Human-at Chef unleashed a scream that transcended humanity.
The scream was so deafening that it visibly tore through the air, and the already surging life force of Human-at Chef burgeoned exponentially, akin to a blooming flower.
He surpassed even a giant.
Demonstrating this life force, the building-sized iron mass ca to a halt.
It was Human-at Chef who halted it through sheer strength. And that wasnt the end of it.
CHAAAK!!!
Imdiately upon halting the iron mass, Human-at Chef erupted with emotion, projecting a massive blade outward.
However, instead of dispersing it in all directions, he directed it forwards, cleanly cleaving the iron mass in two and even attempting to continue the cut beyond.
CHANG!
Yet, it was bisected by a dagger wielded by Oliver.
Human-at Chef, now adorned with horns atop his head, scales covering his body, and dragon wings and tail, remained an enigma.
How could soone so emaciated, weakened by disease-inducing black magic, muster such strength?
But that wasnt the end.
[Black Javelin]
[Targeting]
[Strengthen]
[Heavily]
[Acceleration]
Oliver intoned multiple spells on his quarterstaff and hurled it straight ahead.
The quarterstaff, enveloped in a substantial surge of emotion, descended upon Human-at Chef, transforming into the shape of a javelin.
Human-at Chef, his arm covered in scales, attempted to block it with black magic.
Although he had previously thwarted Olivers assaults with his physical form, this ti, fortune favored a different outco.
PLOP!
Olivers quarterstaff pierced not only Human-at Chefs arm but also his body.
It marked a victory.
For in that final strike, Oliver had channeled the entirety of the absorbed essence from Human-at Chefs slash, combined with his emotions, mana, and life force.
The quarterstaff, drained of its energy, pierced through Human-at Chef before plumting to the depths of the sewer, breaking through the bottom and descending to the lowest layer where torrents of emotions flowed.
Barefoot and following closely, Oliver arrived at the lowest level of the sewer.
Im hungry.
As he reached the deepest recesses of the sewer, Oliver clutched his growling stomach and pondered his predicant.
It was unavoidable. It had been a long while since he had experienced such hunger, perhaps even longer than his days at the orphanage and the mine.
Now, it wasnt just hunger; it was becoming agonizing. Back in the orphanage and the mine, he had never endured such intense starvation.
No there were a few tis.
In the lowest part of the sewer, where emotions coursed like a river, Oliver ruminated.
Ordinarily, he would have been captivated by the spectacle before him, but as his hunger reached its zenith, even his usual curiosity waned.
There were two or three tis I was this hungry.
In the depths of Central Zone 1 of Galos, Oliver was lost in an untily reverie.
Two or three tis he had felt this ravenous.
During instances when he was falsely accused and punished in place of others, or when his fellow children pilfered his sustenance.
Back then, Oliver had been too feeble to protest.
On those days strangely, one of the other kids died How peculiar.
Oliver, who hadnt paid much heed to these mories, was taken aback as he recalled the past.
Wasnt it odd? It was a curious coincidence that whenever he starved, one of the other children would et their demise.
Im hungry.
Tortured by the gnawing hunger, akin to a relentless drill, Oliver snapped back to reality and peered ahead.
Overwheld by dire hunger, Oliver had unknowingly dropped to his knees and noticed the alarming frailty of his wrists.
His consciousness was fading, and his grip on reality was slipping away.
Perhaps for this very reason, he felt no particular emotion even as he witnessed Human-at Chef, with outspread dragon wings, soaring toward him.
The sole notion in his mind was to bring this to an abrupt end and consu anything edible.
[Black Sun]
Right as Human-at Chef was on the verge of snaring Oliver with his dragon claw, Oliver began an incantation, slightly faster than before.
He employed a technique called Lun, once utilized by the son of an Angel and reinterpreted through black magic.
A voracious little fla () materialized between Olivers palms and erupted, engulfing the abundant emotions around it, forming a flawless sphere.
The speed was so extraordinary that Human-at Chef, attempting to seize Oliver, was forcibly pushed back by the overwhelming physical force and fire power, without even making contact. There stood Human-at Chef, who had hitherto been impervious to all attacks, now ablaze. His transcendent body was consud by fire.
!!
Human-at Chef displayed profound emotional turmoil in the face of the black suns fiery onslaught from beneath.
However, instead of retreating, he extended his hand into the black sun, stubbornly endeavoring to capture Oliver.
As a consequence of this stubbornness, not only his skin but also the subcutaneous tissue and muscles beneath it ignited, yet his hand inched ever closer to Oliver.
Yet Oliver remained utterly indifferent.
The black sun, expanding in size, devoured even more of the surging emotions surrounding it, growing in magnitude and burning Human-at Chef with greater intensity.
!!!!!
For the first ti, Oliver witnessed sothing.
Human-at Chef, displaying more than just surprisean emotion.
His invincible body, which had withstood every attack without harm, was being consud down to the bone.
I am!
Human-at Chef uttered words as he confronted the black sun head-on.
However, Oliver, increasingly overwheld by hunger, paid no heed to the chefs words. His sole focus was on continuously expanding the size of the sun to burn Human-at Chef and bring an end to it all swiftly, so he could eat anything, sothing.
Big
KAAAAAAAAAH!!!
Just as Oliver was on the verge of causing the black sun, brimming with an imnse surge of emotions, to explode and obliterate everything around, Human-at Chef let out a deafening scream.
Whether it was due to hunger or so other reason, Human-at Chefs arm underwent a reptilian transformation and enlarged drastically, enabling him to crush the sun in that state.
Surprisingly, just before the explosion, the sun collapsed and vanished, its magical formula disintegrating.
Even Oliver, usually unflappable in any circumstance, found himself montarily struck speechless by the unfolding spectacle. He had never imagined it would co to this.
As Oliver stood in stunned silence, Human-at Chef advanced towards him.
His recovery rate was as impressive as his defense; most of his charred body had already regenerated.
Dont underestimate I havent just lived For hundreds of years, without any blessing I havent just lived!
Human-at Chefs defiant declaration seed to carry a certain pride, but Oliver, overwheld by extre hunger, simply knelt without offering any response.
His hunger was just too overpowering.
anwhile, the children, attempting to rescue Oliver, rushed at Human-at Chef. Already drained of considerable energy, they were swiftly subdued by Chefs slashes and claws.
During this chaos, Human-at Chefs gaze fixed upon Bathory, her limbs severed one by one. Approaching what remained of her body, he muttered to himself.
I am
Shhhhhhhh
As Human-at Chef was about to utter sothing, an incongruous sound reached his ears. It was the sound of life force being siphoned away.
Turning towards the source, Human-at Chef saw Oliver, still on his knees, drawing in his life force.
Even for Human-at Chef, who had preyed upon people, this technique was unprecedented.
However, consud by intense aggression, haunted by the lifeless body of his forr lover, and affronted by the theft of his life force, Human-at Chef was too engulfed in fury to be intrigued by Olivers technique.
He seized Oliver, who was absorbing his life force, by the throat with his hand.
Undeniably, Oliver was a formidable adversary.
Much like when he first encountered him in the basent. The kind of adversary that could stir up trouble if consud.
What was it about him that could evoke such emotions in Chef, who had desperately clung to life for hundreds of years?
Could it truly be what the witch had alluded to? But it mattered not. In the end, he would be devoured by him, his sister, and beco nourishnt.
With this thought in mind, Human-at Chef endeavored to crush the detestable mouth before him. Yet, at that very mont, he experienced a searing pain.
Instinctively releasing his grip, Human-at Chef examined his palm.
There were bite marks. Clear bite marks.
Silently, Human-at Chef gazed ahead, and before him stood Oliver, emaciated.
Oliver, audibly chewing on sothing.
With half-closed eyes, he uttered, Im hungry
(To be Continued)
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