Demon King

CH- 14: Bad Met Worse (II).

 Ric's smile froze Uvrodon for a moment and before he recovers, Ric undid and drew the dagger faced on the guard's belt buckle, plunging it straight through the Uvrodon's chin and into his skull.

"Knife got your tongue?" Ric smiles and pulls the dagger out.

The blood comes gushing out, drenching Ric in red. After basking in the blood shower for a while, he commands the blood to break down. From minute particles to a gust of red hue. The blood complies as it congeals and vanishes without a trace.

Except for the blood-covered Ric, the hallway remained spotless.

In one swift move, he turns, placing his foot on the Uvrodon's shoulder, slicing the snake's throat open while stepping on his shoulder.

Ric used Uvrodon's height and momentum of the fall to reach and slice Bart's throat next.

As Ric was landing, he had already thrown the dagger, which ended up lodged in Claude's mouth.

Bart held his throat, desperately trying to hold the blood in, eyeing Ric's bones, which were visible because of Uvrodon's initial strike.

"Such petty wounds won't be enough to drain my reserves." Ric frowned over at the wounds covering his body. With a heavy sigh, he takes Bart's dagger, and in quick succession, stabs Bart several times, puncturing every vital organ.

Bart falls onto his knees, his bloodshot eyes wide and filled with terror.

"Hold on to life. I will be back." Ric patted the guard, encouraging him, in hopes he would stop between the bridge of life and death.

Ric, unable to produce death energy, contemplated draining the abomination's energy instead, hoping it could accumulate death energy. He slung the dagger backward, keeping his gaze fixed on the creature he had chosen to experiment with. To his dismay, the dagger missed its mark, stabbing between the crab's legs, causing him to lose balance and stumble. As he fell, the dagger lodged deeper into his throat.

"What an utter moron," Ric frowned, disappointed at losing a test subject.

The first dagger clamped between his teeth silenced any cry for help, but when Ric aimed for his head the second time around, the blow veered off course, striking the man's foot instead.

"Damn my rotten luck," Ric grumbled, unsheathing the sword from Bart's side. The weapon's weight nearly brought Ric to his knees, making him curse several other foreign words which shocked Claude. "Fuck my useless body," he muttered, struggling to control the sword's descent.

The crab resembled a tank, yet amid the struggles of choking on its own blood and vulnerable joints, Ric meticulously took his time severing and reattaching its limbs. With ample time at his disposal, he performed a thorough autopsy to unravel the mysteries of the grotesque creature before him.

Uvrodon convulsed with each sudden jolt as if a relentless barrage of lightning relentlessly struck him. The knife embedded in his brain disrupted the usual signals sent to his limbs, yet years of combat experience and ingrained muscle memory compelled them towards the potions concealed within a pouch. Despite numerous attempts, his hands only grasped at empty air, leaving his last moments immersed in the unsettling scene of a child experimenting on Claude.

In a final surge of defiance, Uvrodon's desire for vengeance screamed through his body. If only the child were within reach, both could have faced suffering together. Channeling the last remnants of his energy, Uvrodon directed it into his tail, lashing out with all his might in a desperate attempt to reach the child.

The endeavor seemed utterly futile, but Uvrodon refused to succumb to this insult without a fight.

As skin met skin, a surge of relief washed over Uvrodon, only to be disrupted by the unexpected presence of a massive bat's head landing beside him with a wet thud. "What imbecile dared to obstruct my path?" Uvrodon hissed with frustration.