I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 634: Escape from the Bloodhounds?

Lowering his greatsword to his side, the Jungle Lord looked around him; he was surrounded by six individual masked men.

If Lillian were here, she would’ve recognised them to be none other than Damien’s elite bodyguards, the Bloodhounds.

Just earlier, they were given the orders by Damien to scout out the cause of the massive ruckus. Usually, such orders would’ve been given to other mages belonging to the Darkhound family, but due to Damien’s current ill state, they were the closest ones nearby.

Staring at the Wendigo and glancing at the Salesman, Bloodhound ’#3’ scratched the side of his head.

"What the hell? How did monsters get in here? Was there an outbreak nearby?" He asked his colleague beside him, as though he knew the answer.

Bloodhound ’#4’ shrugged, "Maybe it was from a Gatebearer. Naturally occurring gates can’t spawn in the Underworld—"

"Ugh, so what if it’s a monster? Let’s just kill the thing and get back!" Bloodhound ’#5’ shouted, "That damn brat dragged me out of my bed for this! Doesn’t he know those older than him have less energy!?"

As they began to talk amongst themselves, ignoring the Jungle Lord and the humongous corpse beside them, the Wendigo began to look for a way out.

With his instincts, he sensed the individuals around him weren’t simple in the least. And by how they carried themselves, they made the Jungle Lord incredibly wary of them.

He needed to be careful.

As Bloodhound ’#6’ was about to make a comment about his colleague’s snoring, he quickly reacted to a—

CLANG!

—Downward strike from the Jungle Lord.

The strength and speed of the crowned Wendigo left the Bloodhound surprised, but not stunned. Even when his muscles felt like they were screaming under the pressure, he wasn’t that much impressed.

"Riled up already? Good, good! Give us something good to stay awake on!"

With a spin to the right, the Bloodhound slipped underneath the greatsword before immediately counterattacking.

The Jungle Lord dodged narrowly, but was instantly attacked from behind; a deep slash stretched diagonally across his back.

What followed was another battle that the Jungle Lord hadn’t expected to happen.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Parrying their blows, while also having to endure some, the Jungle Lord analysed their strengths. Thus far, none of them displayed any abilities, relying only on their physical prowess, numbers, and skill to fight.

Individually, they were definitelyphysically weaker in comparison to the Jungle Lord.

However, that wasn’t where their true strengths lay.

Each Bloodhound had lived for many years and thus had accumulated years’ worth of knowledge. And considering they had once belonged to the infamous mercenary group Jacksmeare, it was safe to say their experience was richer than most fighters.

One of the Bloodhounds raised his sword, imbuing it with a fearsome amount of mana that made even the Jungle Lord anxious.

"[Rippling Division]!"

CLANG...!

Having raised his greatsword to block the strike, the Jungle Lord suddenly became confused by the force of the attack; the strength behind it was much weaker compared to previous attacks.

Had the attacker somehow messed up their technique?

With the urge to immediately counterattack, the Jungle Lord raised his greatsword over his head.

But then, his instincts screamed inside his mind.

Danger!

Instantly stopping his attack, the Jungle Lord leapt back, but then...

A faint red line split down the middle of his entire body.

In the next moment, the Jungle Lord collapsed to his knees, his head and flesh slowly splitting apart as a ripple effect burrowed into his mind.

He gave a beastly groan.

When the Jungle Lord was about to put himself back together, the five other Bloodhounds had already jumped in to finish him off.

Strength and speed weren’t the only things that decided the result of a battle, but also experience, skill, and teamwork.

Granted, after his battle with the Salesman, the Jungle Lord was moderately low on mana; about half of his overall reserve.

But that still didn’t excuse the fact that he wasn’t able to protect his vital organs.

With his heart now completely crushed, the Bloodhounds released the tension in their shoulders before taking a look around. Half of them inspected the Salesman’s corpses, while the other inspected the Jungle Lord’s body, which had been dismembered.

As they continued to inspect his corpses, some began to shift their attention elsewhere.

"Well, look at this beauty!"

Specifically, towards the Jungle Lord’s greatsword.

Hauling the black greatsword up with both hands, all six Bloodhounds came over to check it out, finding the quality of the weapon to be superb.

"Look at these inscriptions, you all. Aren’t these enchantments made by humans?"

"They are... And very detailed ones at that. Does this weapon not have any Enchantment Flaws? How did a monster get his hands on such a thing?"

As all six continued to discuss how the crowned Wendigo could’ve gotten his hands on the Regular Greatsword, one of them happened to ask a question that caused them all to stiffen:

"Which one of you got the kill notification for that thing?"

"Not me."

"Not me either."

"Same here."

Slowly realising that none of them got the kill message, they turned around, finding the Jungle Lord’s body to be shaking violently - jolting like it was being shocked with high voltages.

Immediately brandishing their swords, they charged in, but were instantly forced back as an explosion of vines erupted from deep within the Jungle Lord.

"Crap! What the hell is this!?"

"They’re vines! Stay back, they might be poisonous!"

Managing to avoid being struck by one, they watched as the Jungle Lord underwent a shocking transformation.

The injuries that he sustained were completely covered over with vines, the limbs he had lost were regrown as vines, and his muscles grew larger and more prominent.

With his lower half rooted into the ground, the Jungle Lord rose up into the air, his shadows casting over the six Bloodhounds, who widened their eyes in shock.

’It revived!?’ They all thought simultaneously.

Before they could even move—

BAM!

"Ugh...!"

—The Jungle Lord had already struck the one holding his greatsword - swiftly retrieving his weapon - before instantly shooting up into the sky.

His lower half grew at an exorbitant rate as he grew taller and taller.

The Bloodhounds below watched this happen with confusion in their eyes.

What was the monster doing? Was it about to unleash some kind of attack from above?

...

That was when they realised that wasn’t the case.

"Something’s up there!" One of them pointed.

Hovering high above the sky, a hundred metres away from the ground, a figure could be made out - floating above the Jungle Lord, who climbed higher and higher into the sky.

They wore a dark midnight blue robe that was visibly damaged and stained with blood; they wore a mysterious mask that constantly changed appearance in their eyes; and they wore a pair of black gauntlets that were partially covered in blood.

This person was none other than Lillian.

The Bloodhounds then watched as the figure stretched out their right hand to the Jungle Lord, their palm open.

One of the Bloodhounds, who had an item to greatly improve their sense of hearing, listened to see if he could hear anything.

And that was when he heard:

"Return..."

To their surprise, the Wendigo they had just fought suddenly glowed and disappeared - transforming into a reflective glass shard that was now held in the mysterious figure’s hand.

The mystical person turned to look at them for a brief second before completely vanishing into thin air.

"They’re gone...?"