Chapter 121: Belze’s Power

Chapter 121: Belze’s Power

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“Before I pulverize you from the face of Elios, I’ll tell you my name, Demon!” roared the cultist. “My name is Ultimus, son of the Barbarians of the Volcanic North. I was raised on the sword and grew up with an axe. I was taught magic at ten and made sacrifices at twelve. I was born to become what I am now, and I couldn’t be happier with what I’ve done! My god is supreme, the king of all barbarians! Our guardian, protector, and father!”

“Well, if we’re doing introductions, I am Beelzebian Belzeeraskhasn Sataniankicha Herbellzuhbub, Queen of Curses, Thief Princess, Stealer of Hearts, and Cruel Mistress.” Belze smiled, her Demonic Aura wrapping around her body and shaping into a black dress and red-colored armor. “I was once one of the seven, but I am not telling which one~”

“Seven...?!” the cultist, who was well versed in things from the tower, gasped. “Hah, but you surely aren’t them anymore, huh? You’re weak... Much weaker than me or my god!”

“Heh... I wonder...” Belze smiled, suddenly disappearing.

And appearing right above Ultimus, her small claws charged with cursed black and dark red flames as she swung them against him and slashed against his thick red skin.

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

“Agh?!”

Ultimus couldn’t believe it; her claws were able to harm his mighty skin, as tough as divine armor made of the highest-grade materials! He quickly twisted his body, his staff pointing at her as a spinning magic circle materialized, firing five crimson beams at her at almost point-blank.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The beams reached her, and as Belze was blown away by the explosions, half of her body disappeared, but her mask remained intact. The blood and the negative energies of the battlefield served as prime materials, easily helping her recover her body.

"Again with that trick! DIE!”

The cultist leader rushed towards Belze, only for her to suddenly explode into black fog and disappear, making him cough due to the sudden explosion.

“Cough, what the- Ah!”

However, he suddenly realized Belze was resting her head over his shoulders, caressing his chest with her little fingers, and slowly slicing through his skin with her claws.

“Aren’t you quite manly? You’re such a stud!” she giggled. “But I can smell it within you... You’re a virgin, aren’t you? Is it because of your religion? Wait! Don’t tell me you’re in celibacy because you love your god too much? Hahaha!”

Hearing Belze’s words of mockery towards his religion, Ultimus grew furious, rapidly grabbing her with his huge hands and crushing her down into the ground with tremendous force, followed by a barrage of fists enchanted with his magical powers.

“S-SHUT UP!”

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

Each blow blew up a part of her body, constantly! Yet Belze continued laughing; her body parts that were torn apart rapidly turned into a black fog, continuously wrapping around Ultimus and covering him in weird black- and purple-colored runes—no, something much worse.

“Hahahaha! Keep trying! You’re so stupid, you don’t even know how to exorcize a demon! What are you even going to do?!”

“What?!”

As Ultimus was growing more and more confused, he gathered his divine powers into his fists, pulverizing Belze’s body once and for all.

BOOOM!!!

“That must have... Ah! What happened to my body?! Ugh...! Argh!”

Ultimus suddenly realized there were several red- and purple-colored stigmas covering his body, and the wounds she left on his skin were also not healing, no matter how many skills for healing or spells he used. And a deadly curse started sapping his energies.

“Pray tell, why do you think they call me the Queen of Curses, Ultimus dear?”

“Ah!”

Ultimus eyes widened as he saw Belze completely fine, floating above him with her cheeky smile; there was barely a tiny crack in her blue mask. He would need much more than that to actually destroy it.

“TCH...!” Ultimus groaned, breaking his staff and suddenly swallowing the red orb attached to it, at the same time as all six of his hands were put into a prayer pose. “Oh God almighty, give me your divine strength! {Divine Barbarian Physique}!”

RUMBLE!Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.comson lightning fell from the skies, hitting Ultimus entire body as Belze’s eyes widened, smiling maniacally and obsessively as the red orc’s entire body started to change.

He gained yet another pair of arms, giving him a total of eight giant arms, his size tripled, making him taller and stronger; and his divinity overflowed from his body, at the same time as his body resembled the Barbarian God more and more.

“AHAA! Admire the strength that my god has given me!”

As he laughed, he rushed towards Belze, who quickly disappeared from the scene and appeared behind him, only for two pairs of arms to catch her sneaky attack and punch her face down.

BAAAM!

“Ouch, ouch... Hey, that hurt a bit.” Belze laughed as she found herself on the ground, below a huge crater. “Aren’t you a big, strong guy now? Hm?”

“As long as I activate this technique, any curses or status effects are weakened severely!” smiled Ultimus, showing his sharp teeth and long, pointy tusks. “You said you were the Queen of Curses and the Thief Princess, right? Such titles wouldn’t have been given to someone who had great physical power! You’re a bad match against me, demon! You rely too much on your agility and curses for everything; it won’t do against me!”

“Maybe...” Belze smiled, and suddenly, her mask began to turn purple. “Or maybe not? Who... knows?”

His fists reached her as Belze moved downward, evading a deadly blow into her mask and then rapidly heel-sweeping his legs with tremendous magical force, making him trip.

BAAAM!

“What?!”

Ultimus was shocked to realize her power was still enough to push him down, attributing it mostly to the curse weakening him.

“YOU DAMN...!”

With a furious roar, his Aura exploded into hundreds of gigantic, blazing fists, rushing towards Belze all at once. She smiled maniacally, realizing she could no longer escape, and shapeshifted her body into hundreds of demonic claws, clashing against the fists.

“You keep struggling even now?! Just die already, demon!”

BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM! BAAM!

“If I die now, I’ll die gloriously!” she laughed. “Screw you, fucker!”

RUMBLE!

The ground around them continued shaking as Belze’s body began to burn and turn to ashes, slowly reaching her blue-colored mask.

“Who knows how long it’ll take for the mask to regenerate... dammit.” Belze sighed. “Well, I had my fun~ You should do the rest, brat...”

The flames engulfed Belze entirely as her blue mask shattered into pieces and her presence fully disappeared, leaving only tiny blue fragments behind.

“Ahahaha! I stand supreme- AGH!”

However, to his dismay, Ultimus realized that killing Belze wouldn’t really take away what she left on him, as he fell to his knees, feeling even worse than before.

The more force and power he used, the stronger the poison and curses would become as they reacted and spread across his body based on the energy output of his body!

“Ugh, dammit! I need to find an Elixir and-”

“Well, well, well.”

“Huh?!”

Ultimus eyes widened as he heard the voice of someone she recognized quite instantly!

Someone who hated him to the guts, someone who wanted him dead all along.

And someone he certainly would prefer not to meet in his current condition!

“Mursha?!”

A tall orc warrioress with short red hair glared down at the orc man, who was on his knees. In her hand was the head of Obsidian, and in the other was a huge, cursed axe.

“Here, I brought you your husband. Sorry if I treated him a bit too roughly.”

She threw the head of the bastard she killed before into Ultimus' face, splattering the head’s saliva and blood into his eyes.

“Obsidian?! You... How... dare you throw the head of my retainer in front of my face?!”

“Stand up.”

“Hah?”

“Stand up and fight, or do you want me to cleave your head off while you’re all miserable on the floor?”

Ultimus started growing more and more furious, his aura growing to its limits and overflowing with divinity.

RUMBLE!

“When will you stop being so disrespectful, YOU FUCKING UNGRATEFUL BRAT?!”

Like a ferocious beast, he jumped towards Mursha as the orc warrioress received his charge with her axe and her shadows.

“I’m going to end this, once and for all.”

CLAAASH!

“This cycle of hatred... it ends NOW!”

“MURSHAAAA!”

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