Chapter 120 - Madness And Devarian (2)

The lock on the entrance rolled, and Inari heard more than a couple of swallows.

Inari stood straight, clasping her palms together, lights forming into an orb. The others of the devarians were in a similar posture, though none were able to form the lights so quickly.

Inari withdrew half step, even though her innate spell was so quick to form, she could not release it. It won't have the effect she needed.

The metal door opened, and the sight of a dozen horrified her. Her spell was not complete, but she threw it anyway.

But before her spell could even reach a dozen men, something lurched at them like a bolt of lightning. A bolt of golden light, and after the light, followed another golden figure. Leroy. There was someone faster after all.

The bolt of golden lightning exhausted from the things Leroy threw and Inari finally saw it was huge chains as thick as her waist. She did not have time to wonder how powerful her cousin was, as half a dozen men were lurched away from the impact. Some wincing, coughing out blood, some from the impact from the first ones who got their bones broken. Either way, none of them were in good condition. A couple of them might die if they were not cared for immediately, and the others need at least a dozen breaths of time to free themselves of the chains.

Then her light spell hit her, blinding first, then burning, running their costume and skin. Even though it was of no use killing, she got a good amount of cry from them.

Then she saw Leroy with his body leaking golden light, tearing the arm of one of the chasers swiping his arm like it was the toughest knives. His knees struck towards another, and he spun when another one blocked him.

Leroy's path was blocked by one of the superiors. Inari signed in relief to find it was only a five feet tall woman, but her initial thoughts were gravely mistaken as she was the short woman jerking Leroy away in a horrifying kick on the chest. Her speed was no way less compared to her cousin.

"God Immortal above," she prayed as the other half of dozen collared men came at her and the ones behind her.

"Brother, brother, why must you do this?" the crazy woman said, staring at Leroy standing up. "Didn't I say I will help you? Why must you make me use my hands and legs against you? You must know how painful it is for me, don't you not?"

Leroy grunted and stood up. He slapped his chest a couple of times as his body radiated again, looking at the short woman gritting his teeth. She was thoroughly corrupted to think someone like him, who was well over six feet, was related to him. She must know he was one of the devarians from his golden hair, and the lights leaking, not to mention the audacity to fight when one of his arms was no good.

"Don't you know how much it pains me?" she asked, with a painful expression. "Must we fight again?"

"I see no other option," Leroy said, taking a stance with his good arm forward, protecting the one that he had torn.

"Be it then," the woman said, gritting his teeth. "I will not let you go this time, brother."

The lady lurched at Leroy again, as swift as the desolate wind of fall. She was barehanded just like him and threw a merciless jab of punch at him. Funny, she thinks of him as her brother, yet her mind was so corrupted that she did not know to hold back. Well, Leroy was damn happy that she had not taken the dagger from her waist to attack.

He withdrew half step, intercepting her punch with his good hand before smacking the knuckle the other arm to her jaw, mustering everything he had. The superior coughed, crying, but her legs moved next to his legs to knock him on the ground.

Leroy rolled on the ground immediately, as her merciless kicks hit empty space. It would have broken more than just a couple of his bones if he stayed there still. Taking in another frantic breath, he tried to muster a blade of light on his good arms. It fluctuates for a little before turning dim. He gritted his teeth. There was one way he could master the light, but he had to turn off the immortal blessing of his body, which would leave him fragile with dozens of wounds all over his body.

"Guess I have to do it in the old ways," he muttered and threw himself at her again.

Meanwhile, one of the devarian was already captured, while Inari had triggered her immortal blessing, challenging the men in brute strength. She was not very good at this, though she had training. Devarian were not just blessed with horrifying talent in the department of mana, but their body had the blood of immortal, and only less sturdy than the old dragons that left the realm long ago.

Even with her un-proficient ways, she pinned down one of the dogs in dogfighting. Yes, other than the superior Leroy was fighting, all the others were dogs. Slaves that perhaps took a couple of years before them, but seeing their horrifying state, she was breathless. She did not think twice to trigger her blessing, knowing her state will be less horrifying than theirs if they caught her back again.

Her tiny fist dug on the face of the collared man again and again, relentless as the dog growled in misery. Another one of the dogs came, trying to strangle her from behind, but she spun before he could approach, drawing a heavy kick in his gut. The dog lurched a couple of meters away, and Inari looked at the one she was punching.

'Oh, Immortal Lord above,' she could not help but mutter. In her stupor, she had punched him dozens of times, and he was already dead, with his face just a paste of bone, blood, muscles and brown goo. She never used her strength in such a violent way that she had a sudden urge of vomiting, but the other dogs did not give her time.

With her body glowing with golden light, it was not that she was strong; all her six senses were heightened. Though the power drew everything from her and she could not keep up after a few seconds, she had to do it.

She lurched up, and in the corner of his eyes to see Leroy on his back foot against his opponent. Gritting her teeth, she saw two of the devarians already captured, pinned on the ground as the dogs safekeeping them, standing on top of them, eyeing at her wryly.

What? She wondered and got the answer easily. These collars men were slaves, enthralled most likely. They do things on command, and currently, their command should be taken captive, not killing them. That's why she was still standing against about a dozen men.

Her mind worked quickly as she spun towards where the others were fighting. Without considering a thing, she threw herself on another of the dogs, screaming like she was no better. She already had it after all the beating. After all the pains she was suffering, and fighting at the same time.

Leroy felt throbbing agony on the left side of his chest as the third punch knocked again. He could not protect there with his bad arm, which was already dull with all the attack he had he blocked with it. This mad woman did not use her dagger, but arms and legs were no less than any weapon.

"Brother, why must you do this?" she asked as an arm struck her arm which restricted Leroy on the ground. She ignored it, though pain appeared in her eyes. Her other arm stuck into his guts, as it dug with him, lurching up in pain. She was beating the living light out of him. Literally.

"Why must I have to do this again?" she asked again.

"Why?" Leroy struck again. She ignored, digging her fight into his gut again. All golden light was gone from his body now, and Leroy was feeling every one of the punches, kicks, jabs, cuts, wounds, injuries—every one of them tenfold.

"Why?" she struck again.

Leroy coughed, tears broke into his eyes. "I am. . . I am sorry," he muttered, looking at her pained eyes.

She froze, eyes horrifying at his words. Then she felt something on the side of her neck. Her horrifying eyes burst into tears, still stuck to Leroy, as her palm searched for what struck her neck. She found a palm without a problem—it was her brother's palm. A warm palm that she clasped together, ignoring the dagger on her neck, blood dripping as she fell over her brother, eyes still glued to him.

"I am sorry, brother," she whispered, clasping his palm.

Dead. 

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This whole arc will be full of madmen!