The Heavenly Martial Empress Returns: An OP Xianxia Returnee LitRPG Chapter 121: Belze’s Power

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“Before I pulverize you from the face of Elios, I’ll tell you my na, Demon!” roared the cultist. “My na is Ultimus, son of the Barbarians of the Volcanic North. I was raised on the sword and grew up with an axe. I was taught magic at ten and made sacrifices at twelve. I was born to beco what I am now, and I couldn’t be happier with what I’ve done! My god is supre, the king of all barbarians! Our guardian, protector, and father!”

“Well, if we’re doing introductions, I am Beelzebian Belzeeraskhasn Sataniankicha Herbellzuhbub, Queen of Curses, Thief Princess, Stealer of Hearts, and Cruel Mistress.” Belze smiled, her Demonic Aura wrapping around her body and shaping into a black dress and red-colored armor. “I was once one of the seven, but I am not telling which one~”

“Seven…?!” the cultist, who was well versed in things from the tower, gasped. “Hah, but you surely aren’t them anymore, huh? You’re weak… Much weaker than or my god!”

“Heh… I wonder…” Belze smiled, suddenly disappearing.

And appearing right above Ultimus, her small claws charged with cursed black and dark red flas as she swung them against him and slashed against his thick red skin.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“Agh?!”

Ultimus couldn’t believe it; her claws were able to harm his mighty skin, as tough as divine armor made of the highest-grade materials! He quickly twisted his body, his staff pointing at her as a spinning magic circle materialized, firing five crimson beams at her at almost point-blank.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The beams reached her, and as Belze was blown away by the explosions, half of her body disappeared, but her mask remained intact. The blood and the negative energies of the battlefield served as pri materials, easily helping her recover her body.

"Again with that trick! DIE!”

The cultist leader rushed towards Belze, only for her to suddenly explode into black fog and disappear, making him cough due to the sudden explosion.

“Cough, what the- Ah!”

However, he suddenly realized Belze was resting her head over his shoulders, caressing his chest with her little fingers, and slowly slicing through his skin with her claws.

“Aren’t you quite manly? You’re such a stud!” she giggled. “But I can sll it within you… You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Is it because of your religion? Wait! Don’t tell you’re in celibacy because you love your god too much? Hahaha!”

Hearing Belze’s words of mockery towards his religion, Ultimus grew furious, rapidly grabbing her with his huge hands and crushing her down into the ground with trendous force, followed by a barrage of fists enchanted with his magical powers.

“S-SHUT UP!”

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Each blow blew up a part of her body, constantly! Yet Belze continued laughing; her body parts that were torn apart rapidly turned into a black fog, continuously wrapping around Ultimus and covering him in weird black- and purple-colored runes—no, sothing much worse.

“Hahahaha! Keep trying! You’re so stupid, you don’t even know how to exorcize a demon! What are you even going to do?!”

“What?!”

As Ultimus was growing more and more confused, he gathered his divine powers into his fists, pulverizing Belze’s body once and for all.

BOOOM!!!

“That must have... Ah! What happened to my body?! Ugh…! Argh!”

Ultimus suddenly realized there were several red- and purple-colored stigmas covering his body, and the wounds she left on his skin were also not healing, no matter how many skills for healing or spells he used. And a deadly curse started sapping his energies.

“Pray tell, why do you think they call the Queen of Curses, Ultimus dear?”

“Ah!”

Ultimus eyes widened as he saw Belze completely fine, floating above him with her cheeky smile; there was barely a tiny crack in her blue mask. He would need much more than that to actually destroy it.

“TCH…!” Ultimus groaned, breaking his staff and suddenly swallowing the red orb attached to it, at the sa ti as all six of his hands were put into a prayer pose. “Oh God almighty, give your divine strength! {Divine Barbarian Physique}!”

RUMBLE!

Crimson lightning fell from the skies, hitting Ultimus entire body as Belze’s eyes widened, smiling maniacally and obsessively as the red orc’s entire body started to change.

He gained yet another pair of arms, giving him a total of eight giant arms, his size tripled, making him taller and stronger; and his divinity overflowed from his body, at the sa ti as his body resembled the Barbarian God more and more.

“AHAA! Admire the strength that my god has given !”

As he laughed, he rushed towards Belze, who quickly disappeared from the scene and appeared behind him, only for two pairs of arms to catch her sneaky attack and punch her face down.

BAAAM!

“Ouch, ouch… Hey, that hurt a bit.” Belze laughed as she found herself on the ground, below a huge crater. “Aren’t you a big, strong guy now? Hm?”

“As long as I activate this technique, any curses or status effects are weakened severely!” smiled Ultimus, showing his sharp teeth and long, pointy tusks. “You said you were the Queen of Curses and the Thief Princess, right? Such titles wouldn’t have been given to soone who had great physical power! You’re a bad match against , demon! You rely too much on your agility and curses for everything; it won’t do against !”

“Maybe…” Belze smiled, and suddenly, her mask began to turn purple. “Or maybe not? Who… knows?”

“Ugh?!”

RUMBLE!

Suddenly, from within Belze, Ultimus, for a few seconds, sensed a trendous power equal to that of a demon god, one of the Seven!

It was nothing but a small fragnt of this power, but that alone made him feel a cold shiver down his spine, making him hesitate for a second.

Belze’s mask didn’t fully turn dark purple, though; only a third of it remained that color, but still, it gave her trendous power.

“Let’s see what a “demon with no physical prowess” can do against a tiny little mortal that borrows the power of a young god, shall we?!”

FLASH!

Within a second, Belze appeared above Ultimus, her four arms growing giant claws imbued with deadly cursed flas, unleashing a barrage of slashing attacks that rapidly regenerated a storm of cursed fire.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“Nnnggh…!”

Ultimus gritted his teeth as he resisted the imnse attack with sheer physical prowess, rapidly swinging all of his arms against Belze, unleashing a barrage of blazing fists of his own against her storm of slashing claws.

CLASH! CLASH! CLASH! CLASH!

Belze’s claws quickly shattered into pieces; Ultimus physical power was simply superior to her in everything. Yet her claws recovered almost instantly again, as she pushed her small body towards his chest and pierced the sides of his torso with them, as deep as she could.

CLAAASH!

“I got you~”

Belze smiled, licking his pectorals lasciviously.

“Ugh?! What are you doing?!”

Ultimus couldn’t help but blush a little, but that didn’t overwhelm him from his anger and hatred, quickly punching Belze down into the ground again.

BAAM! BAAM! BAAAM!!!

As he saw her falling down, he glared at his wounds; her claws had managed to reach his ribs, which were now in extre pain. He was gasping for air, feeling more weakened than ever before.

“T-The protection… she pierced through it?!” he muttered. “Wait, the wounds are not healing either?!”

The power of the Divine Barbarian Physique granted Ultimus the ultimate physical power he could achieve by letting his developing divinity blossom temporarily. However, there was a fatal flaw in this divine technique.

Similarly to an armor, it only covered his body; his insides remained weak and susceptible to the poison and curses that Belze had injected inside of him, which were further enhanced by the Ki that Bing Xue gifted to her.

“Do you like it? Master taught a lot of things while we were in the library, you know?” Belze laughed as she rested over the crater. “She showed the amazing techniques from her world… Cursed Ki Arts, Poison Ki Arts, and more… I’ve combined these techniques I learned from the scrolls she gifted to and created sothing truly devious! Fuahahaha! HAHAHAHAH!”

BA DUM!

BA DUM!

BA DUM!

“Ugh?!”

Ultimus touched his chest, feeling his heart begin to beat faster and faster; his entire body was beginning to accelerate—his blood flow, his energy consumption, everything!

“I might not be as strong as you to be able to fight you head-on, yeah. But I’ll poison and curse you to death!”

Belze continued to laugh as a third of her mask started falling off into tiny pieces. Her powers in the mortal world were beginning to weaken too.

“To think I had to use the fragnt of the Primordial Sin I had to pierce through that physique, but it was well worth the effort,” Belze thought. “Well, as long as I can serve the master well, I am sure she will reward even more later… She’s that type of person after all~”

“This power of yours is definitely connected to your lifeforce or sothing, isn’t it?!” roared Ultimus. “So if I shatter that damn mask of yours, then you’ll surely die, and I’ll heal myself!”

The eight-ard orc rushed down towards Belze without even letting her tell him that it didn’t work like that. His blazing body resembling a descending teor, his eight fists rushing down towards her.

“{Demon Magic}: {Cursed Chains}!”

FLUOSH!

Belze quickly leaped away, conjuring black-colored chains from the ground and wrapping them around the giant orc; it only lasted a second, as he easily freed himself from them!

Crack, crack…!

CRASH!

“RAAAH!”

His fists reached her as Belze moved downward, evading a deadly blow into her mask and then rapidly heel-sweeping his legs with trendous magical force, making him trip.

BAAAM!

“What?!”

Ultimus was shocked to realize her power was still enough to push him down, attributing it mostly to the curse weakening him.

“YOU DAMN…!”

With a furious roar, his Aura exploded into hundreds of gigantic, blazing fists, rushing towards Belze all at once. She smiled maniacally, realizing she could no longer escape, and shapeshifted her body into hundreds of demonic claws, clashing against the fists.

“You keep struggling even now?! Just die already, demon!”

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

“If I die now, I’ll die gloriously!” she laughed. “Screw you, fucker!”

RUMBLE!

The ground around them continued shaking as Belze’s body began to burn and turn to ashes, slowly reaching her blue-colored mask.

“Who knows how long it’ll take for the mask to regenerate… dammit.” Belze sighed. “Well, I had my fun~ You should do the rest, brat…”

The flas engulfed Belze entirely as her blue mask shattered into pieces and her presence fully disappeared, leaving only tiny blue fragnts behind.

“Ahahaha! I stand supre- AGH!”

However, to his dismay, Ultimus realized that killing Belze wouldn’t really take away what she left on him, as he fell to his knees, feeling even worse than before.

The more force and power he used, the stronger the poison and curses would beco as they reacted and spread across his body based on the energy output of his body!

“Ugh, dammit! I need to find an Elixir and-”

“Well, well, well.”

“Huh?!”

Ultimus eyes widened as he heard the voice of soone she recognized quite instantly!

Soone who hated him to the guts, soone who wanted him dead all along.

And soone he certainly would prefer not to et in his current condition!

“Mursha?!”

A tall orc warrioress with short red hair glared down at the orc man, who was on his knees. In her hand was the head of Obsidian, and in the other was a huge, cursed axe.

“Here, I brought you your husband. Sorry if I treated him a bit too roughly.”

She threw the head of the bastard she killed before into Ultimus' face, splattering the head’s saliva and blood into his eyes.

“Obsidian?! You… How… dare you throw the head of my retainer in front of my face?!”

“Stand up.”

“Hah?”

“Stand up and fight, or do you want to cleave your head off while you’re all miserable on the floor?”

Ultimus started growing more and more furious, his aura growing to its limits and overflowing with divinity.

RUMBLE!

“When will you stop being so disrespectful, YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL BRAT?!”

Like a ferocious beast, he jumped towards Mursha as the orc warrioress received his charge with her axe and her shadows.

“I’m going to end this, once and for all.”

CLAAASH!

“This cycle of hatred… it ends NOW!”

“MURSHAAAA!”

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