Chapter 96 Aimee’s death (1)

Chapter 96 Aimee's death (1)

Chapter 96: Aimee's death (1)

"Haha! You want to escape! Golden bitch! You are no better than a corpse now! Just look at yourself in the mirror now! Feel your lifespan and heart! You're naive to believe you can safely escape my domain!" Gilmore howled as his body exuded his demonic mana, bending his domain.

Dense barks protruded from the ceilings of all escape routes, blocking all paths.

They were so thick and tough that no one could ever dream of escaping this place! Should anyone draw a hole in them, Gilmore's skill would fill the gap and add an additional layer.

In this way, he would also find Aimee's location.

On the other hand, Seraphina and Mayun were shocked to see her.

Seraphina's eyes welled, and tears crumbled down her cheeks upon seeing Aimee... whose body was cracked, with deep holes, for her flesh kept burning into nothingness.

Mayun herself had never seen such a case, her eyes rippling with fear and sadness.

Aimee faintly smiled at them, "Help me learn Seraphina's skill... and I will get you out of it."

"What about you... Aimee, I don't like this..." Seraphina cried, biting her lips.

But to her words, Aimee decided to not reply. Instead, she hovered her eyes on Mayun, who had a small pot behind herself in which mana with letters spiraled as though an invisible force was stirring it.

The pot looked as though it contained cereal.

Flinching to her gaze, Mayun nodded, "Just drink it all, and you should be able to learn the skill... this is my and my mother's witchcraft. Believe in us!"

As there was no room for any small talk, Mayun seriously explained her witchcraft stemming from her mother's research in the First Magic Association, reassuring Aimee that she had perfectly completed her task.

Without wasting any time, Aimee lifted the small pot and drank all mana, her mind flashing with the skill Seraphina had decided to share with her.

The precious skill whose origins were as mysterious as Celestia's.

Putting the empty pot in Mayun's hands, Aimee took a minute to collect the new information and turn it into a skill. Soon, she completed her task, nodding with a new respect toward the white witch.

"He should suspect we're here... because of this monster... I will veil us in the hiding skill to switch our locations," Aimee said as she started activating her new skill.

In her current state, Aimee's Invisibility Mantle Of Loki was even better than Seraphina's, all because of the sacrifice she had gone through.

They took off from their current location.

Meanwhile, Gilmore was bristled, roaring, "You're dead! Just in a few minutes, I will see your corpse! And that crimson-haired bitch, too!"

Everyone else was insignificant in his eyes now.

"You have no one! World Order is against you! Humans above know shit about this place! The royalty owning this place has been boned by more numerous times! You are fucking dead! No one will save you!"

While his screams boomed in the domain, Aimee guided her team to a different location. Here, she was ambushed by the souls disagreeing with her desire. They wanted to see Gilmore dead.

They wanted him to suffer.

They wanted him to apologize!

There were so many emotions that Aimee's body cracked more, and she was on the verge of dying.

Worse, the situation was far from solved.

But that was when Gilmore's shouts suddenly stopped.

He stood mute, his eyes widened and trembling. In the middle of an empty lake, he noticed a hole connecting to the domain below.

That domain belonged to Lothar, meaning he was using the lake for his own purposes!

It was mutiny, to say the least!

But that wasn't the worst.

The domain of his partner was... gone.

"Lothar died? Who? Hunter?" Gilmore muttered.

Yet, his question flooded every corner of his domain, reaching Aimee and others. They all had looked in Gilmore's direction, then, following his line of sight, they peeked at the hole in the empty lake.

A black gauntlet tore through it a second later, grasping the wet lake's surface. Soon, a hulking existence crested the hole and loomed outside, standing like a knight weaved from darkness.

He lifted his blue eyes and pierced Gilmore's twisted face, "They have me."

"Who the fuck are you? In no world, you are that Hunter!" Gilmore questioned.

"I am your Death."

Following that declaration was an army of ghouls that climbed up after Hunter. They jumped from the hole and landed on their fours, twisting their necks to glare at the demon.

However, as there were dead demons littering the empty lake, Hunter ordered his ghouls to devour them. They reacted like flies, teeming around corpses to tear off their limbs and heads and scratch the flesh.

Their bodies were far from what they had been, but that didn't matter.

For Hunter, it meant more strength.

For the ghouls, it meant more power to wound the demon!

"My death?! I am different from Lothar, you bastard!" Gilmore howled, calling forth his tree.

Which once again bent and cast its shadow on Hunter, only to fall with its branches at him and his ghoul army. n)-o--v-)e--l).B-/1)-n

But alas, it failed...

...for Hunter's blood mantle sprouted into a garden of liberation, blocking its fall. It was now held by countless roses and their spears, unable to move an inch! Its weight meant nothing for Hunter's strength.

"Get him," Hunter ordered his army.

Which followed his command obediently, darting at Gilmore by cresting the empty lake's wall. They were fast and agitated, wanting more death to follow them.

But Gilmore just gritted his teeth and swept his arm, "Withering Blades!"

From his creased skin, sharp branches rose like blades, which were even more agile and stronger than the domain's tree, slashing through the ghouls with precision. There was also a withering effect on them, eating the ghouls' flesh.

Still, the ghouls didn't care about it.

The first wave took the brunt of this skill and held onto the branches while the rest climbed on their backs and then used those branches as a path toward Gilmore.

And when the first batch of ghouls threw themselves at the demon, Hunter tore off his blood mantle from the garden of liberation...

...and he disappeared.