Chapter 193 What A Battle Should Be

Chapter 193 What A Battle Should Be

Surely, at this point, Northern didn't need to be told what his fault was.

He had realized it in that instant when the monster appeared in front of him before he could react.

No doubt, because of his winning state, he got over himself. Not only was he distracted, but in that momentary lapse, he had underestimated his opponent.

And so when the Corpse Eater suddenly lunged with an increased speed, he was caught off guard.

These were his consequences of getting complacent... again.

'Over and over again, I keep repeating the same crappy mistake!'

Northern ground his teeth painfully, one hand was still holding his side, where blood seeped from.

The Corpse Eater menacingly towered before him, glaring down, obviously with a ghoulish glee, even though its facial features betrayed no emotion of any sort.

Northern was now at the mercy of the monster. Of course, it wasn't like he was going to die.

He still had options in his arsenal to use... but it pained him to resort to such antics.

Since he wanted to win this with raw power.

The Corpse Eater growled, low but a palpable viciousness seeped from the growl.

Even Northern could tell.

"I guess you're carrying a lot of grudge, huh?"

All those moments where it was completely powerless before him, damn, he even made it clean the entire mansion!

The monster probably was boiling, about to burst with so much hatred for this wickedness in human clothing kneeling before it.

With a thunderous roar of hatred and hunger, it reared back, preparing to bring the full brunt of its remaining bulk down upon Northern's prone form.

There would be no surviving such an onslaught - only a rent, mangled aftermath amidst the fresh crimson smears of his gory obliteration.

And yet...

Even staring at such annihilation in the face, a manic grin split Northern's features.

'Ah... crap, I don't know what is wrong with me... this is just so awesome.'

The morbid grin on Northern's face caused the Eater to shudder visibly. Even Ellis, whose legs had moved on their own in that moment, stopped in his tracks, blinking.

Northern's sudden change in composure shrouded the entire place with an unfamiliar sense of dread.

Both the Eater and Ellis couldn't tell, but both of them had leaped a couple of steps back before they could realize that they had.

Pearls of sweat streamed down Ellis's face.

The monster was probably sweating too, in its own way.

Northern, however, was just staring, a wide grin parting his lips, his eyes glowing ghastly, altogether forming a concupiscent look on his face.

The moment passed in silence, and Northern slowly began to rise. However, before he could completely rise, the monster lunged at him with a loud guttural cry.

It had nothing left, no defiance or final reserves of strength with which to punish Northern's audacity.

Slowly, with equal measures of inevitability and mercy, he lowered it to the ground.

Lank strands of flesh and gristle unspooled from Northern's forearms as the weight settled.

What little remained of its eyes found him, glazed in the timeless resignation of the utterly defeated.

"Look at me," Northern growled in that same eerie rasp as before.

His voice was velvet-wrapped gravel, harsh yet mesmerizing. "Let your fear and despair fill me... shoot them all at ME..."

He punctuated those last words with a sharp inhalation and watched as the dimmed glow in the Eater's maw slowly faded.

Just then, two blackish orbs rolled out of its severed abdomen, and simultaneously, Northern heard the system.

[You have slain an Abysmal Savage - Corpse Eater]

[You have gained +6 talent fragments]

'Six? I expected it to be more, though...'

He received twice from killing Dark Terror, who had just become a devil at the time.

Which means monsters were still, in the end, greatly limited by their soul rank.

Northern raised his head and let out an audible breath.

Meanwhile, Ellis watched all this in a state of frozen horror, muscles locked, breath stilled in his lungs.

Even from where he observed, there was no mistaking the...unholy intimacy of Northern's actions.

It transcended simple violence or bloodlust.

This was something deeply perverted and soulless.

An elemental violation of all that was natural and wholesome.

Finally, Northern came back to his senses and turned his head to Ellis, who shuddered weakly.

"This..." he said hoarsely, grinning at the shivering black-haired boy standing six meters away from him, "This is what a battle should be."

Clap clap clap

He suddenly frowned as he heard the clapping sound. It definitely wasn't Ellis since his eyes were currently on Ellis, and he wasn't clapping.

He was barely even moving.

'Who... who could it be?'

It was all in a microsecond, but Northern's mind had already borne thousands of thoughts and ways to kill whoever had just witnessed a portion of what he is capable of.

"Show yourself," he demanded.

And slowly, a silhouette came out of the darkness.