Chapter 105: A Crazy Exorcist

Chapter 105: A Crazy Exorcist

Pixie had met many crazy people throughout her life, and as a part of Red Tail, she had worked with a lot of them.

But if she had to rank people by craziness, then without a doubt, the Demonic Exorcist would stand at the top.

He had just slaughtered a dozen children; the oldest was seventeen years old, while the youngest barely looked twelve. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

The decapitated head he tossed up and caught belonged to one of the younger headless corpses.

But the crazy bastard had a smile on his face as if his birthday had come early. Even Roc, who rarely cared about cruelty, frowned in disapproval.

A young girl was kneeling and crying as she stared at the corpses of her teammates. She had silver hair, the hallmark feature of the test subjects of Organization X.

The Demonic Exorcist had a smile on his face that seemed to grow wider the more she cried. So, let me get this straight. You were going to release high class demons to slaughter the people, and you and your fellow lab rats would play hero to save them. That way, the higher-ups would be incentivized to invest after they saw how effective you were.

He already knew that was true. But at this point, he was just tormenting the child. Pixie felt like throwing up and intervened. Enough with this. I will kill her.

Her arm morphed into a giant sharp claw. She was going to put this kid out of her misery.

Before she could do so, the Demonic Exorcist put his hand up. Dont even think of touching her.

Whatever fucked up idea you have, dont do it in front of us, Pixie insisted.

The Demonic Exorcist shook his head. Dont worry. I wont murder her. Im just tormenting her a bit. She might be young, but she has crazy potential. Since I killed all her teammates, she will come and take revenge on me when she becomes stronger.

Spider Demon inside me! The young girl called out between hiccups. Give me power! You can take my arms, my legs, and my everything! Help me kill this man!

Amidst the girls cries of despair, her right limb disappeared, and a spider-like shadow crawled out of her mouth and grew to the size of a carriage.

Huh? The Demonic Exorcists face scrunched up as if he had swallowed a lemon. Tch, disappointing. People who waste their lifespan for power, theyre just cutting their potential. You are no longer entertaining.

The shadow spider charged him, but the Demonic Exorcist only pointed his hand at the shadow, and a dark giant centipede burst out of the ground and chomped on the silver-haired girl.

Guts spilled on the dirt as the demon bisected her in one bite.

Tears rolled down the girls eyes; she couldnt stop crying.

She whispered something, and her Ord multiplied dozens of times.

Did she sacrifice her lifespan? Pixie wondered.

What a shame. You had the potential to challenge me in a decade or two. But you had to go and waste it, the Demonic Exorcist looked down at the girl.

Arms made of pure darkness came from the two bisected body parts, connecting the girls lower and upper body. A dark aura manifested around her, as her face morphed into that of a spider with pincers, and arachnoid legs burst out of her back.

She stared at the Demonic Exorcist with murderous intent and screamed. Im going to kill you!

No, Pixie had never heard of this student. But whoever it was, if they were someone who the Demonic Exorcist endorsed, they had to be deranged enough to make even the people in an insane asylum seem well-adjusted. I bet theyre a pleasure to be around.

C'mon now, no need to be sarcastic, said the Demonic Exorcist as he rubbed his chin. Last time I saw him, he had barely developed his special ability. Hes probably tamed a demon by now.

Pixie realized that maybe the Demonic Exorcist and his student didnt have a good relationship. Actually, the kid was probably going to die if they couldnt live up to the crazy bastards insane standards.

I almost feel sorry for the brat.

***

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sword and spear clashed, and the longer reach of the spear was quite a problem as I had to move back as soon as I got close.

Hiro still hadnt used his special ability. He was probably waiting for me to use my special ability, so he wouldnt seem dishonorable.

He had the vibe of a harem protagonist, but he was a good guy.

Though if he was waiting on me, he had to wait a lot more because I wasnt going to use Perfect Me. I had about two and a half minutes of charge left, and wasting even a second on this could spell disaster.

The Clan Head was watching me from one of the VIP rooms and smiled.

I had expected him to be disappointed with me since I barely stood at a standstill against Hiro, who was considered the failure of the Yari Clan.

Since Hiro would not use his special ability to stop this, it seemed like I had to take matters into my own hands.

I clenched every muscle in my body.

Clang!

Our weapons clashed again, and I lightened my grip on the sword, remembering a certain move the Zombie Samurai had taught me. Combining Perfect Me with an excellent teacher was quite an overpowered learning tool.

My sword almost slipped out of my grip as the spear pushed on it. I moved my body to the side, and the sword slipped out of the spears trajectory; I tightened my grip on the blade and almost slashed at Hiros throat but stopped just one inch away from his neck.

You were careless, I said.

Hiro smiled, dropped his spear, and raised his hands. Your teammate was honorable enough not to attack me when I was down. He allowed me to see a new light, and I ended up breaking his rib for it.

Which he doesn't hold against you, I clarified. There was no need to feel guilty, and Gem was an understanding guy.

True, but I would be one hell of an asshole if I used my ability against you, his teammate when youre not using yours.

It seemed like Gem had quite an impact on him. In the original story, those two would have never even met. Okay, then-

BEEEEEP!

An alarm suddenly rang out.