Chapter 191
Dedeline opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling.
I don't know how much time has passed, but it still looks like the same ceiling, and even the shadows haven't changed.
However, I do feel refreshed. I can roughly deduce that I must have slept for either only a few minutes or a whole day or even longer to see this.
Although she didn't know if sleeping like this was a good thing, she did wake up.
After she woke up, she remembered the dream.
In that not-so-long dream, she saw that guy again. It seemed like she could enter her own dream, or perhaps her memory was just a bit confused and she dreamt about this situation.
Anyway, whatever the situation, she's awake now, and it's not time to be lazy; she should get up.
Thinking this, she slowly got out of bed and looked at the clothes placed at the foot of the bed.
Those were her own clothes; the sweater the little spider had knitted for her was kept separately.
It's true that it's been sleeping for at least a day. Even if you wash it, it's not very likely that it will dry in a day.
In that case, I have indeed had a good rest.
She got out of bed, put on her clothes, and looked at the long knife placed by the door.
It was a very ordinary-looking longsword, which she found rather unappealing as a weapon because it was simply too light.
"Good morning."
She pushed open the door and saw Lina standing there, seemingly out of nowhere.
The guy reverted to his original appearance, a man whose entire body was wrapped in bandages.
Like myself, although I don't know why, the two of them are remarkably similar in that they both use bandages to bind their bodies.
She remembered that this race shouldn't need to think about such things, because unlike the Fire Goat race, they didn't generate a lot of water vapor during battle.
Then there must be another reason.
"Good morning," Deedri replied, then walked into the hall.
Only now did she notice that the hall had changed; the original tables and other decorations had all been removed, leaving only an empty space.
Only then did she notice the wooden knife tucked into her waistband.
"Hey, you can really enter dreams?" Dedeline shook her head helplessly. "Although I don't know what you want to do, let me make this clear: I'm someone who makes a living by risking my life. If you think you have anything to teach me in terms of combat, I'm really sorry."
"Who knows?" she said simply. Then she slowly walked to the center of the hall.
Dedeline frowned, looking at her with some displeasure.
It wasn't that he was truly arrogant, but rather that the knife in that guy's hand was just a wooden sword, while his own weapon was a solid piece of steel.
The bandages on that guy not only bound his entire body, but also his face.
From the very beginning, Deedris was utterly baffled by the fact that this guy had covered up both his eyes and ears. She couldn't understand what could possibly make him treat her this way.
And if you can't see anything, how can you fight yourself with a wooden sword? This guy is underestimating himself.
“I’m waiting for you to attack,” she whispered, standing in the middle of the hall with her back to Deedri.
Dedeline stood there stunned, and then burst out laughing in exasperation.
No matter what, this is going too far. This guy even had his back to her. At this distance, she only needed to dash forward to cancel it out.
Moreover, she had used the longsword before; this weapon was easy to learn, and a normal person could master many techniques in just a few weeks. Even if she was not very good at it, she had spent half a year practicing with this weapon.
"What are you waiting for? I need to prepare breakfast first." It was the guy who seemed a little impatient and complained.
"Then I am truly sorry." Dedeline shrugged and gripped the long sword tightly in both hands.
Although I don't know exactly why, there might be a reason for such arrogance.
He slowly circled her halfway, then suddenly thrust his ankle forward, his body almost horizontal to the ground.
With a beautiful horizontal slash, combined with the calculated distance, she would slice her body open with the most powerful blade. Furthermore, she used magic to eliminate all traces of herself the instant the attack was launched.
Silent and stealthy, swift as a blade of wind. As stealthy as a venomous snake, and as ferocious as a jackal.
But she fell to the ground, and Deedri felt a sharp blow to the back of her knee, and then she knelt down.
Before he could react, the wooden knife was already at his neck.
"Stand firm, at least use magic to strengthen the flexion of your calves. Even if you don't defend against this move, it will increase your speed and strength." She said casually, "You should still use your usual greatsword. It seems you're not very skilled with this longsword."
She changed from holding the wooden sword to carrying it on her back, which made Deedri, who was completely unfazed, shrug.
"Why?" Dedeline carefully recalled the details of what had just happened, but couldn't find out what she had done wrong.
The guy almost jerked, just as the blade grazed his neck. He bent slightly and kicked his ankle with his front foot, while the knife struck his calf.
The precision of her movements was incredible to Deedris.
Rather than saying I anticipated it, it's not that I knew from the beginning that I would do this, so I just had to follow the script. By doing this, I could make her fall to the ground.
"Who knows?" she said with a smile. "Interested in learning from me? I don't know how to teach you how to increase your magic power. But I can teach you how to make good use of what you already have. Speaking of which, my magic power isn't at the Cataclysmic level, but even if Ark were standing here, I don't think he could win convincingly."
Dedeline looked at her, and after a while, she got up from the ground.
“This isn’t experience, is it?” she asked softly.
Having half a century of combat experience, which isn't much among monsters, I've already reached a point where I can't improve any further.
“I admit I took a bit of a shortcut, but it’s just an inherent advantage of our race. As a Fire Goat, you have many qualities that I admire.” She chuckled. “We’re at the same level of magic, so don’t you think that if you can’t even beat me, you can’t even talk about seeking revenge on that saint?”
Dedeline stiffened for a moment, her voice turning cold and indifferent.
How did you know?
"Don't worry about it, that's all I'm capable of."
......
"It's really ugly." The little girl in the black evening dress chuckled as she slightly covered half of her face with her slender hand.
Before her stood a creature that was barely recognizable as human.
That was Ark. He was kneeling on the ground, not because of anything that would make him lose face, but because both of his legs were practically broken, and he was just dragging himself along.
Fortunately, he only walked like this for two days. His legs were chafed raw from the knees down, leaving a bloody mess. His entire body was covered in wounds; the gruesome sight was indescribable, making one wonder how he hadn't died even after all that.
Yak didn't speak. There was a sizable hole in his neck, which made it impossible for him to even breathe, let alone speak.
Fortunately, the girl behind her still had some semblance of humanity. In the latter half of the journey, she completely shut down, and the built-in protection mechanism formed a protective layer around her.
The little girl in the evening gown kept laughing as she looked at Ark, seemingly showing no sympathy for his plight, only mockery. There was also a palpable sense of schadenfreude.
Ark looked up at her, but a long knife pierced his chest and slowly cut down, black blood flowing out.
This was its completely corrupted state, and as its chest was cut open, its demonic core fell out.
The girl slowly squatted down and picked up the magic core, looking at the filthy core and the magic mark on it.
"You still have this? I thought you threw it away a long time ago." She said with a helpless smile, "But it's understandable. If you had thrown it away, you probably wouldn't be alive now."
She tossed the magic core in her hand, completely unconcerned about Ark's pain. The magic seal was still intact, which was the best news at the moment.
However, if he hadn't gotten involved in things he shouldn't have, he wouldn't have ended up like this.
“Piercing, you’ve gone too far.” Suddenly, a cloaked figure appeared behind her.
"Brother, we shouldn't be greeting this guy!" the little girl complained, a little annoyed. "This guy disgusts me. Look, I've already got the magic seal, so why don't we just kill him? We can still save the girl he's carrying, but this guy? Spare me! He's already dead, he's just moving around now, like a living corpse! It's utterly disgusting!"
But the cloaked man simply bent down and picked up the man who was no longer human, while the man named Prism took Lady, whom he had been carrying on his back.
"You've gotten the cloak dirty; it's hard to wash," she muttered sullenly.
“It’s alright,” the cloaked man said. “You should recognize it. You should know that if this guy survives, he’s much more useful than a cloak.”
“If he were useful, he could have brought that demon seed back to us.” She said with dissatisfaction, “What’s the difference between him and trash now? Let’s just throw him away. Although we take in all kinds of demons here, it doesn’t mean we’re a garbage dump that accepts just anyone.”
Despite saying that, she still carefully cleaned the filthy magic core. For demons, this was the most important thing; even if their physical bodies were completely destroyed, as long as the magic core was protected, there was still hope of being saved.
Although it's unclear whether Ark can still apply these rules now, there's nothing she can do. Despite being a Demon Lord, her power is to trap those within her domain in another dimension. It's a spatial ability, capable of constructing a strange space from which enemies cannot escape unless they defeat her.
It's not a healing ability, but more like a delaying tactic.
She had originally planned to sacrifice herself to hold off the saints, and she came prepared to die. But upon arrival, she only found a man-less Ark, what a waste of her resolve.
The cloak was blown open by the wind, revealing a pale face. It was a man, looking somewhat lifeless, with a furrowed brow, as if he harbored a deep-seated hatred for someone.
With its white skin, red eyes, and white hair, the color scheme makes it look like a demon.
But even so, as Ark watched him, this guy who would slowly crawl even when stuck to something finally fell asleep peacefully.
I managed to pull through this time, not only surviving but also saving someone.
That's good, that's perfect.
With that thought in mind, Yak closed his eyes contentedly.
At least this time I'm not penniless anymore.
The man holding him looked at the mangled mess and sighed helplessly.
“It really doesn’t look right,” he said softly. “This isn’t like you.”
In his mind, this guy was an egoist. In fact, anyone who heard that this guy survived the disaster unscathed while all his teammates died would find it hard to believe that he was a guy with a spirit of sacrifice.
Every now and then, he'll do something that makes him the only one who survives.
No one would have a good impression of someone who is selfish to a certain extent.
But Yak cannot answer now.
This guy is dead, but he can still move.
This thing no longer has a magic core, and its entire body is corroded by chaotic elements, but it is still moving.
It's still moving, it's still moving. Such a pathetic thing makes you feel like it still has some kind of obsession.
Oh, let me introduce the guy holding him.
His name is Flax Sealona Ilanelven...
It sounds too long, so just call him Foy.
The reason why Ark and his companions went through so much trouble to reach the Land of the Dead was because he was the king in that land.
He was also Ark's friend, joining his team after Benny. Before Benny became a saint, the two had a terrible relationship. If Ark hadn't mediated, one of them would have been killed long ago.
But now such a struggle is irrelevant; Benny has become the champion, and Foy can never defeat her.
So we became friends again, relatively speaking. At least when we meet, we're willing to have a drink together and catch up.
Instead of negotiating while holding a knife and staring the other person in the eye.
The surrounding environment gradually quieted down, and the two stopped, looking at the fog that was rolling towards them.
In the mist, a strange mud pit appeared out of nowhere, and I was just one step away from falling into the black mud pit.
Within the mist, a shadowy figure appeared, as if Death itself were slowly sailing towards them, guiding them to a heaven where only the dead reside.
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