The Death Mage that doesn't want a fourth time

149 The warning that becomes silent

Lightning flashed and thunder echoed across a land filled with nothing but crooked boulders and pools of magma, a place that looked like hell itself.

Luvesfol, the raging evil dragon god, had been captured by the Storm of Tyranny, the party led by the S-class adventurer Schneider, as he tried to flee to the Dark Continent after his priest, the Scaled King, was defeated by Vandalieu. Now, he was cowering as a fierce battle unfolded before him.

"H-hyih, these guys are monsters...!"

In this weakened form, his body would be broken apart by any single one of the shockwaves released by the attacks. That was how powerful the spells and martial skills being used were.

"Disintegrate into particles! Wave Burst Lightning!" shouted the pumped-up Pure-breed Vampire Zorcodrio... also known as Zod, whose entire body seemed to be a single mass of muscle, as his Muscle Technique martial skill exploded.

A violent lightning attack landed directly on a black-haired man with black eyes.

"GAAH?!"

Someone whose physical strength was only a step or two into the realm of a superhuman would likely be incinerated and turned into particles in an instant by this lightning, just as Zod had shouted. The man's face twisted in pain.

But he was not defeated. He staggered, but he quickly regained his posture.

"Ngh! An annoyingly tough guy!" Zod spat, looking truly annoyed.

"No, I don't think he'd want to be told that by you," said the Dwarf woman Merdin, narrowing her eyes.

Dolton, the Dark Elf with a mohawk, sighed in agreement.

"You two, the enemy is still standing! Why are you resting!" Zod shouted, suddenly opening his eyes wide.

Merdin and Dolton both shook their heads.

"Because I've attacked a hundred times already," said Merdin.

"Me too. Or rather, I don't even have any Mana left. And Zod, that was your hundredth attack just now as well," Dolton pointed out.

"Muh, what a blunder... I appear to have miscounted. It cannot be helped," said Zod, taking his eyes off the man and restoring his fangs and muscles.

As Zod's back rapidly grew thinner, the man called out to him.

"Are you alright with that? You did say that was a hundred, but I don't really care if you attack two hundred or even a thousand times," he said.

Fatigue was slightly visible on the man's face and audible in his voice. But despite having taken a hundred of Zod's attacks, he still seemed quite composed.

"That is unnecessary," said Zod. "I swore upon my ancestors that I would acknowledge you in exchange for receiving a hundred attacks."

"I see..."

"I still have one left! And Schna has five!" said Lissana.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm gonna have you let me borrow some more of your chest, Great-Senpai-san!" shouted Schneider.

The two of them leapt forward, a gourd hanging from Lissana's hand, while Schneider was bare-handed as usual.

Lissana transformed into her original appearance as Jurizanapipe, the evil god of degeneration and intoxication, raising the gourd to her lips and filling her mouth with the contents. And then she squeezed her lips to spray them over the man.

In an instant, the man was enveloped in a pale pink mist.

"Uguh! This is... harsh," the man groaned.