Read Novel Full Chapter 391: An Inevitable And Absolute Defeat
Chapter 391: An Inevitable And Absolute Defeat
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Mitrass did not respond to Seraphina’s complaint, which seemed superior to his own. He simply exerted more pressure with his enormous, heavy sword.
Seraphina, for her part, continued to cast spells as they exchanged blows at close range.
Clang!. Clack. Boom!.
Spear and sword clashed again and again. After several exchanges, Mitrass finally came to a conclusion.
Seraphina wasn’t just a physically strengthening mage, she was a flat out warrior as well and the art she was using wasn’t something he could understand either.
That art seemed to cover the level difference through advanced moves and techniques; not to mention that every direct clash she seemed to suddenly increase her strength, deflecting hits that she shouldn’t be able to handle.
Even so, from time to time he managed to graze her, causing some superficial wounds. For her part, she was unable to do anything against Mitrass, despite the spells she continuously cast, yet she was still able to stand up to him.
Clank!
The exchange intensified to the point where Seraphina stopped casting magic to bind, distract or pressure him. It all came down to direct combat
But the more they exchanged, Mitrass felt the flow of battle tilt against him.
He didn’t understand why , obviously he has a clear advantage even if he fails to suppress it.
The situation was becoming strange, difficult to read....
Of course, he had to be careful not to kill her.. but he was giving his all, he was not playing with Seraphina, he was increasing his strength progressively, seeking to incapacitate her quickly.
But, for some reason he didn’t understand, Seraphina also seemed to gradually increase her strength to match him.
She kept getting hurt, but far from weakening her, it seemed to give her energy. Her spear technique was improving by the second; her attacks were becoming more effective, more precise, faster.
The combat heated up. Literally. Seraphina’s skin took on a redder hue.
Clang!—whoosh—crash!
Clashes occurred several times per second: feints, deflections, techniques executed without pause.
Mitrass began to watch between her movements. Seraphina’s art was chaotic, with no clear flow and impossible to predict, but people have habits and Seraphina was no exception.
Thanks to this Mitrass finally managed to read a fraction of that chaotic flow.
Repulsion.
He executed a key move: an upward stroke synchronized with his skill .
KRAAANG!
The impact was brutal. Seraphina’s spear flew upward.
Time seemed to slow down.
A decisive moment in which both sharpened their perception so as not to miss the smallest detail.
Mitrass completed the upward movement and, without stopping, chained a downward one.
He brought his heavy sword down with the greatest force he had used so far, aiming at Seraphina’s right breast.
Still, he was careful not to kill her and for that very reason he was also very focused on this decisive moment.
Seraphina looked helpless without her spear.
But in that defining moment, she did not even react to her loss.
She extended her right hand toward the descending sword.
Mitrass interpreted it as a last futile effort. And he thought it didn’t matter if Seraphina lost a limb. He did not stop.
But what he didn’t notice - no one noticed - was that, even within that slowed time, the spear that was sent flying disappeared almost instantly.
And, with the same speed, Seraphina’s hands were covered by thick golden gloves.
Everything happened in an instant within an instant.
Art of Lust, Fourth Stance: Erupting Embrace
CLANGG!!
Metal against metal. The impact resounded violently, and just a heartbeat later-
Art of Lust, Third Stance: Seductive Touch
BOOOM! CRACK!
The second impact came from Seraphina. Her left hand hit Mitrass’ chest full on.
The force threw him several meters backwards.
It was a very effective counterattack for Mithras who thought it was already his victory, he didn’t really expect such a powerful counterattack.
Yet Mithras was experienced. As he flew, he adjusted his center of gravity and landed on his feet.
In the center of his chest a puncture wound opened up. His own muscles were twisting, forcing its closure, and those same muscles were what prevented the attack from reaching his demonic core.
That was dangerously close to being fatal.
The armor, on the other hand, proved almost useless against Seraphina’s peculiar attack.
Mitrass was already tired of being surprised... and yet, the surprises kept coming.
She was doing, one after another, things that should not be possible.
And Mitrass felt more and more oppression and a growing sense of alertness.
It was not just a feeling.
It was a feeling backed by his Skiill, the flow of battle was further and further away from being in his favor.
His skill didn’t tell him what the problem was, but he definitely couldn’t go on like this.
Mitrass looked at Seraphina, ready to finally exert his full strength without any restraint. He even thought that, if she died, it would be understandable.
After all, Noha should also have seen - or at least sensed - how dangerous she was.
But the moment he looked at her.....
He felt a chill.
Why was that?
Seraphina didn’t even look at him properly; she was drinking what appeared to be a potion with the hand that he had destroyed in the previous exchange.
No, he wasn’t surprised that her hand was as good as new in such a short time, nor that she was drinking a potion in the middle of battle.
What set off all his alarms was what she was holding in her other hand, which was pointing directly at him.
Mitrass had been wrong about something.
Seraphina didn’t stop casting spells at him because she was overwhelmed by the direct exchange.
No.
She had changed tactics. While fighting, she had been preparing something bigger. Something decisive.
That was the bridge that would break her desperate situation.
In her hand was formed a circle covered by an absurd amount of runes.
Mitrass could barely comprehend them. He had studied magic to confront mages, and as a demon he had decent proficiency in magic even if he was a warrior.
Still, the amount of runes and the way they were woven, intertwined and overlapping made him dizzy just looking at them.
Understanding what was going to happen was impossible.
But one thing was clear.
It was dangerous.
’I have to dodge.’
That was his conclusion. Maybe he could take it if he prepared himself, but he would not come out unscathed. Luckily, Seraphina didn’t seem to be finished yet , there seemed to be room to escape.
Just as he was analyzing the direction-
He noticed something else.
The other two were right behind him.
His skin prickled.
That didn’t seem like a coincidence.
He thought about how frightening Seraphina’s consciousness was. It wasn’t just her ability to grasp the big picture: she was fighting him, preparing a monstrous spell, and still keeping an eye on the surroundings.
In a situation that the slightest carelessness would have been dangerous.
Leading him to that point... it was hard to explain from any angle.
The more time passed, the more he felt that Seraphina was some kind of incomprehensible monster.
Still his plans to dodge was present, He thought Noha would be fine because he had Oryx. But, for some reason, Mitrass felt Noha wouldn’t move on purpose.
As if he was testing him.
Maybe a punishment for disobeying him... or maybe he just didn’t understand how dangerous Seraphina and her attack was.
Whatever it was, Mitrass understood that he could no longer dodge, the oppression grew even more when he thought that Seraphina even came to understand them to the point that she predicted that something like this would happen.
He gritted his teeth.
He stood his ground.
It was then that Seraphina finished the spell.
Its complexity and power surpassed anything before it. It was something capable of easily taking down beings of the ninth metamorphosis.
And finally-
She culminated with a simple:
"LUX DEMOLITOR"
The sphere of light shot out of his hand at a speed difficult to follow even for Mitrass’ perception.
By the time he managed to catch the movement, it was already in front of him-.
BROOMMMMM-!
The sphere collided head-on with Mitrass, who had placed his greatsword in front of him again.
The explosion shook the cave, bringing it to the brink of collapse.
An overwhelming glow flooded everything, blinding those present.
And in the midst of that light, where no shadow could exist, a fifth presence that had remained hidden was exposed.
It was not self-sabotage.
She was waiting for exactly this moment.
And she attacked.
Art of Lust, Second Stance: Ardent Pulse of Desire
"Eh-! Agh-!"
The first attack was quick and precise, taking advantage of the blinding glare.
Art of Lust, Third Stance: Seductive Touch
"!!!"
She then chained a second attack without any pause. With a fluid displacement, she lunged towards Oryx to claim his life.
"Tsk..."
But Oryx managed to notice him and escape along with Noha at the last instant.
The first attack, however, had accomplished its goal.
The hand that carried the ring where Noha had kept the seedling was separated from it.
The attacker was none other than Seraphina’s doppelgänger, wielding a short spear.
Although the second attack failed it was somewhat expected.
After all, she knew Oryx’s Skill´s well.
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Name: Oryx Zevraen
Race: Human
Rank: Divine Metamorphosis
Gender: Male
Stats:
Strength: 353
Mana: 910
Agility: 201
Defense: 388
Vitality: 344
Skills:
Space Movement (S)
Affinity for Space (S)
Dilated Perception (A)
Death Detection (A)
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His abilities made him a difficult cockroach to kill.
Seraphina did not expect to encounter two of the worst cockroaches on the same day, counting Sealis.
She knew that attack would be avoided. She wasn’t surprised. What bothered her was that he even took Noha with him.
Still, it was a success: he had secured that which could endanger those close to her.
Wasting no time, the doppelganger picked it up and threw it towards Seraphina.
At the same time, Seraphina threw what looked like a dark purple arrow at it.
Everything was clearly orchestrated.
A small victory.
But with consequences.
"Fucking bitch... I was being merciful to you. Kill her... no. I’ll kill her myself."
The anger of the hitherto calm Noha exploded at the loss of his hand. The passionate gaze he had directed at Seraphina was completely gone; all that remained was rage and murderous intent.
And he acted immediately.
At her feet a glowing circle began to form, and it was not one formed by runes.
Seraphina saw it and instantly understood what the demon would do.
She quickly assessed her surroundings.
He and Oryx ; were to her right.
Mitrass was in front of her. Wounded, but still standing. His flesh was writhing as the wounds forced themselves closed; the smaller ones scarred on their own.
The armor was largely gone, though remnants still remained attached to his body.
Behind Mitrass was his doppelgänger, who Without wasting any time, had already initiated an attack on Mitrass’ back.
GRAoowww-!
At that moment a deep roar spread through the place.
The cave shook, it was already on the verge of collapse after so many impacts and the use of overwhelming magic, it was a miracle that it still didn’t.
From the circle on the floor as if it were a door emerged a creature.
A huge black jaguar, with red spots, more than four meters tall.
Its aura was thick and bloody.
It was a ten-star beast.
Equivalent to the tenth metamorphosis.
Again she was not surprised.
After all, she had already seen the Noha state.
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Name: Noha Ài Bìsī
Race: Florathis
Rank: Divine Metamorphosis
Gender: Male
Stats:
Strength: 590
Mana: 978
Agility: 665
Defense: 711
Vitality: 625
Skills:
Bonded Sacrifice (Ω)
Beast Convergence (EX)
Breeding (S)
Alpha Vision (A)
Bestial Summon (A)
Bond of Submission (A)
Affinity for Plants (A)
Sensory Link (B)
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Seraphina was now in a critical situation.
Even with the addition of her doppelgänger, she could not cover the difference in strength.
Each of the three of them as she thought from the beginning was a problem that would require her to give her all.
And, as far as She knew, Noha wasn’t capable of summoning just one or two beasts.
It was an uphill struggle.
Defeat - and death - seemed inevitable.
An absolute destiny.