Chapter 113: Chapter 44: What Is It Good For?

Zex was shocked.

His old body was screaming in pain after using several movements and ability-increasing skills together, slowly tearing his muscles and body apart each moment he used them again, with blood oozing from deep cuts in his thighs and calves.

"Why do you demons seek to destroy humanity? Can we not live in peace? Avalon is so big!"

The demon stopped when Zex spoke, but behind him, the Baron and a group of thirty crossbowmen shot their bolts towards the demon with a black visor and golden eyes.

"I am not trying to destroy humanity, old man. But your actions against me and my women must be answered—I will never accept anyone hurting my precious troops and concubines!" Lancelot replied with anger seething from his mouth, raising his sword and blocking every bolt aimed at his body, melting the ground before walking calmly towards Zex.

Despite his words, the demon's tone and actions showed signs of destruction—why would he raze an entire village to protect his men and women?

Zex suddenly felt something was wrong. This demon was far too humane, and it caused him to remember things he wanted to forget about the Great Demon War fifty years ago.

'Is this demon different from the ones fifty years ago...?' Zex gripped his spear tightly. He'd have to act now!

Lancelot was only three steps away from reaching him as Zex prepared his ether within his old body before jumping forth, stabbing at Lancelot—his body blurred with his movement-type magic, his spear shooting at Lancelot's throat.

But Lancelot was stronger and faster. His black dragon-slaying sword collided with Zex's spear, causing both weapons to tremble violently until the spear cracked apart, sending Zex stumbling backwards before the old man dropped his broken weapon.

"Your men are being massacred—the lord you worship is fleeing. Why do you keep fighting?"

The distorted but charming voice sounded like a devil's whisper in Zex's ear, reminding Zex of why he was fighting... Everyone he cared about—the villagers, knights, and mages—was dead; it was useless to keep going.

But he had to fight!

As Zex sighed, Lancelot placed his dragon-slaying sword by the old man's neck—blood dripped from the wound.

'Goddess of justice, Madiv, God of Battle Justal, give me the strength to destroy this evil devil that will destroy all I love, worship, and adore!' Zex prayed to his gods, using what remained of his ether as Lancelot lifted his dragon-slaying sword to finish the job before a huge dome of energy pushed him back several metres.

The next moment, a huge golden light descended from the skies, enveloping Zex, causing his wounds to heal and his body to grow in size, expanding his muscles and slightly distorting his figure.

Zex shuddered, his skin slightly golden as his blood, flesh, and bones were dead, only kept alive by the golden light shining down upon him.

[Zex POV End]

Lancelot froze when the dome of energy forced him back, seeing the change in Zex—was this the legendary blessing bestowed to believers of the gods!? Only available to natives of Avalon.

Lancelot read books in his past life, trying to gain any advantage. He wanted this route, but nobody in Avalon chose their side. Nobody except a naive princess

Lancelot spat, watching Zex charge at him. This new level of strength made the old man stronger and faster as he swung his spear—Lancelot barely evaded the sharp tip before it tore through the flesh of his neck.

"What!?" Lancelot gasped before the second thrust penetrated his abdomen, the black scales like paper against Zex's empowered attacks.

Lancelot clutched the wound with shock written on his face. Those strikes would normally bounce off, yet he couldn't block them. The third attack pierced Lancelot's shoulder, knocking him backward.

Blood poured from Lancelot's wounds. Zex attacked without rest—every time Lancelot moved to counter-attack, another thrust would strike his body.

The pain caused by the empowered old man became worse, and Lancelot lost strength as he realised that Zex was changing.

'He's breaking down, becoming an abomination!' Lancelot cooled down—it now seemed the blessing was a double-edged sword that destroyed the user's body, creating a monster worshipping a god after using Ether incorrectly.

Using too much ether created this abomination. The effects differed depending on what deity granted them power, but they all ended with the host losing all sense of self and becoming puppets of the gods.

This realisation made Lancelot smirk—he was glad his past life failed to secure them. As he kicked the dirt, sending his body fluttering back with the flap of his wings to create distance.

⟪Dominus: The Incubus Emperor's Regalia⟫

With a fierce beating of his heart, the bloody wounds around his body began to bubble as his lost blood danced in the air before fusing with the black dragon scales, his incomplete Dominus completing as the crimson tint and second pair of blood wings formed, wrapping around his body as his legs, arms, and chest became more muscular and robust.

"Haa...Haa. Using this mid-fight and wounded hurts like hell." read-first-on-MVLeMpYr

*Bzzt*

A strong sound like a speaker blip resounded as Lancelot vanished, his body appearing behind the old man before smashing into his skull with the back of his fist, sending his body flying, rolling in the air, and smashing his head against the ground, stones, and tree trunks for several metres before colliding with a huge rock, causing a resonating bang.

"How disappointing," Lancelot mumbled to himself, seeing that Zex wasn't getting up—this man used a blessing wrong, losing his sense of self, and Lancelot used his incomplete regalia, Dominus, at full capacity, almost crushing him in a single hit.

"Sword!"

Lancelot didn't underestimate his enemy, as hundreds of blades formed, distorted as they lacked hilts, guards, and handles, only sharp blades more like spears, all eighty centimetres long, shimmering with a beautiful red and black light.

'Oh? My ether turns black and red during Dominus?'

Ether began swirling around Lancelot as his crimson-tinted wings vibrated with a melodic hum. His finger snapped, sending the blades shooting through the air at supersonic speed like missiles, all landing into Zex's body, ripping his flesh to shreds, and sending pieces of gore flying into the trees with a symphony of screams.

"Die!"

Each snap of his fingers sent dozens of blades into Zex's body repeatedly as the old man's flesh was ripped apart by each blade, digging into his bones and organs—with the final finger snap, Lancelot sent the spear towards the skies, his target...

Well, it's a secret for now. Lancelot looked at Zex lying on the ground with several holes in his body as blood pooled beneath him, his limbs missing as he lay helplessly as a corpse, unable to even gasp for air.

'Was this the extent of the blessing?' Lancelot pondered, seeing the golden light flicker, even now trying to restore his broken body, only making Lancelot narrow his gaze as he walked over casually, raising his dragon-slaying sword above his head.

Ether formed on Lancelot's body and his blade as black flames, crimson-tinted, wrapped around his dragon-slaying sword, humming sweetly as though it were calling Zex's soul to hell.

⟪Arc Flame Slash⟫

Then Lancelot slammed the blade downward into Zex's chest, causing his body to explode and painting the grass, trees, and earth with a sea of blood.

The golden light shattered completely as a wave of ether and power flooded Lancelot's body, causing him to kneel, vomiting blood as the impact caused his Dominus and dragon scales to vaporise. S~eaʀᴄh the nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

[Killed Two Descended Angels + 2 Levels]

[Arc Flame Slash became Rank 2]

"Guha, what is this pain?" Lancelot felt like he was struck by a huge hammer several times before the benefits started to heal his body rapidly, which was itchy and made his head throb with pain.

"Master!"

Marimo rushed over with a huge group of Frost Hares and Half-Elves, who were scouring the battlefield, stripping the knights of all their armour and items like common bandits.

'Haha, Marimo, you are always the first to support me.' Lancelot smiled bitterly with his weakened body, coughing up more blood. He needed food! Sex would also be good, but it wasn't possible here—Marimo noticed Lancelot's injuries and took a pill from her storage bracelet before placing it in his mouth.

She felt his dry lips and swallowed before grabbing his body and kissing him to help feed Lancelot the pill with her saliva, causing his dry lips to moisten and taste minty.

Lancelot chewed the pill carefully, letting Marimo kiss him and enjoying her soft tongue enter his mouth before feeling better as his regenerative abilities increased thanks to Dominus.

Her pill was the lowest-ranking healing item. Still, it helped Lancelot recover quicker before Marimo broke their passionate kiss, with strands of saliva connecting their lips as Lancelot stared lustfully.

"Master, we should return to the fortress to recuperate," Marimo whispered seductively. Lancelot nodded—it wouldn't be bad to lie in bed with Marimo, flirting and having sex before going to sleep peacefully—but work needed to come first, as Lancelot sighed.

"Marimo, collect all the bodies and weapons," Lancelot coughed out as Marimo nodded and began organising his subordinates. They collected anything useful before carrying Lancelot back to the fortress, with Marimo supporting his body lovingly.

Lancelot enjoyed Marimo's scent of vanilla and honey. She smelled good as he admired her rabbit ears and soft, voluptuous body before they started to collect loot.

Meanwhile...

[Baron Svela POV]

Baron Svela watched everything as he shivered. That monster killed everyone, and he barely managed to escape as he and a few crossbowmen rushed along the grass together, trying to escape.

"Hmmm, what is that strange howling sound?" One of the archers mentioned that Baron Svela listened, hearing loud cries akin to those of wolves.

*Howl~~~~!*

Suddenly, the sky seemed dark as hundreds of bloody spears shot towards Baron Svela and the crossbowmen, impaling their bodies, killing them instantly, and painting the field of grass crimson with blood and corpses.

Baron Svela screamed in pain as his body became numb and his vision blurred. The crossbowmen collapsed near him as their hearts and chests became punctured before Baron Svela witnessed the spears vanish, leaving gaping holes in their corpses.

Crimson-tainted figures approached Baron Svela as he tried crawling away—their howls echoed eerily, like wolves stalking prey. Baron Svela heard the footsteps stop behind him before whimpering pathetically.

"No!? Stop... Help! Help!!"

However, it was merely the Baron who fell into madness as crimson spears impaled his body, ending his wails for mercy as silence returned to the battlefield.

[Baron Svela POV End]

Lancelot licked his lips while groping the heavy, soft tits of Marimo on their way back as he grinned madly—those crimson spears, all hitting their marks as ether flooded his body.