20demayo Chapter 159: The Projection of the Primordial God
Chapter 159: The Projection of the Primordial God
Chapter 159: The Projection of the Primordial God
A vampire’s innate ability could heal injuries at a speed visible to the naked eye. However, this was truly out of the options for Bai Ji, who wanted to finish her battle as soon as possible.
She herself could afford to play the waiting game, the city could not.
If she didn’t eradicate Lan Yu — the mastermind behind this disaster — as soon as possible, the magic formations scattered throughout the city would continue to unceasingly create all types of monsters.
As long as she tried her best not to mobilize the [Magic] within her body, the influence that the imperceptible changes had over her would greatly weaken.
Of course this wasn’t the sole reason that Bai Ji didn’t use magic. She wasn’t a dramatic person after all.
At worst, she could just consign herself to eternal damnation for once and drag Lan Yu to hell.
However, only at the moment she joined the fray did she realize that the [Magic] stored in her body was on the verge of running out. Not only that, the consumption caused by her intense movements had caused a sense of starvation to incessantly expand throughout her body.
She had originally planned to rely on the [Soul Devourer] to speedily make Lan Yu into human jerky. All it needed was a slight touch, and he would be done for.
Bai Ji had been trying to find an opening in her enemy’s movements, while Lan Yu was completely focused on defending himself as if he had understood her intentions. He had kept a safe distance from Goutermera throughout the battle, blocking it or using [spells] to interfere. This made Bai Ji, who was incapable of using [spells], feel completely helpless.
Therefore, she needed to search for opportunities during the limited time she had, as reckless misuse of [spells] was just going to make her defeat more thorough.
Her low reserves of [Magic] had compelled her to launch a strike that would shake the core of her opponent. Additionally, she mustn’t be interrupted during chanting, otherwise all would be for naught, even if she was nearly done.
Even though the Deepspeak verbal commands for [Magic Spells] were much shorter than the incantations for [Sorcery Spells], the time needed to cast a higher-tier [Magic Spell] was astonishingly long.
Despite having been a knight for over ten years, Bai Ji was barely more than a year old as a vampire before she had to undergo Lilias’s forceful teachings. Her aptitude in the vampire style of combat was virtually non-existent; The way she chanted was extremely inarticulate and didn’t allow her to instantly cast magic spells. Other than the exceptionally low-lethality [Swooping Grim Reaper] spell that she was somewhat familiar with, the rest of her magic spells were either complicated and long tongue twisters or offered no guarantee that she would be able to chant and cast them without accident.
“Ding...!” Her scythe was once again intercepted by the short tooth knife that Lan Yu had summoned.
Unless one was really proficient, a long-handled weapon was severely restricted at close range. It was extremely easy for it to be repeatedly pinned down by the opponent due to the long handle it had.
“Mmhmm?” Lan Yu narrowed his eyes as his ears seemingly picked up a low voice out of nowhere... It was clear that it came from a girl in the prime of her youth, yet it sounded like the whispers of a demon.
The chant was completed.
As the vision-obscuring cloud of sand faded away, a silver-haired girl who was sitting on her knees gradually got herself up to her feet. A sweet smile covered her petite, dust-covered face that was directed towards Lan Yu.
‘She isn’t dead? But she should have been severely injured.’
“How elegant and refined you are, Miss Vampire. To be able to smile oh-so-sweetly when your death is near. Your heart is truly generous indeed.” Lan Yu wrapped his arms around his chest and stared down at Bai Ji in ridicule.
She smilingly shook her head. “Isn’t that person with a generous heart you, Mr. Lan Yu~? A great calamity is about to fall on your head, yet you’re still completely~ unaware~ of~ it~”
Bai Ji tightly touched her cherry-like lips with her right hand’s finger, as her tone carried a hint of a meaningful laughter from within.
“Huh? Has your brain been damaged by this sovereign? ...Hold on, wasn’t your hand already...” Lan Yu instantly narrowed his eyes, as he tenaciously stared at Bai Ji’s completely-undamaged right hand that was as tender as a newborn baby.
“Oh dear~ Mr. Lan Yu sure knows how to joke around.” Bai Ji shook her finger.
“To purely rely on a destructive-class magic skill in hopes of putting a vampire to their doom or something... Sigh, if vampires were only that weak, how were humans beaten back to this small piece of land and resign themselves to living their days behind a barrier?” Bai Ji slowly heaved a sigh as she looked at Lan Yu in the air.
“Leaving the fact that this was just a small injury aside, would you believe that I’d even grow a head out if you were to chop it down right now? All of these have no significance when it comes to royal bloodlines. In other words, you’re naive.” Bai Ji pointed a tender and slim finger upwards.
Lan Yu’s face was filled with doubt as he followed her finger to look upwards. His complexion turned more and more unsightly the higher he raised his head until it turned into a white sheet.
He could only see a giant dark silhouette, nearly three clock towers tall, standing above Bai Ji with a slightly hunched posture. Clad in a black cloth mantle that swayed along with the wind, the illusionary and transparent figure was holding onto a scythe so massive it resembled a pillar supporting the heavens.
Even if there was a distance of two cities separating them, one could see the shape of its body in vivid detail. It was as if the slightest movement of this black silhouette was capable of shaking the entire human federation.
It moved his body, revealing a withered skull.
Silence. Silence had covered the entire city.
“W-What is that accursed thing?!” Compared to that monstrosity, Lan Yu was merely a housefly.
Fear revealed itself on his face as the corners of his mouth twitched continuously.
[Primordial Vein—Projection of the Primordial God]
“Mr. Lan Yu seemed to have mentioned that I didn’t develop properly, did you? ...Ehe~ Do you like the present I have brought you?” Bai Ji wrapped her hands around her body.