Chapter 281: Demonic Blade Moliti
Moliti, riding a summoned demonic horse, rushed over with a heart full of rage. This time, nothing less than ten lives would appease her anger. Those useless fools had lost her most hated enemy, even when the enemy was limbless and severely injured. They were useless to this extent, what use were they to her!!!
Moliti, nicknamed Demonic Blade, was one of the former high-ranking members of the Demon’s Head. Later, due to a certain incident, she had a falling out with the other high-ranking members, and both sides went their separate ways. However, before leaving, she seized the opportunity to steal the Demon’s Head’s treasured item, a pair of horns from a Demigod demon.
This was the lifeblood of the Demon’s Head. Their foundation was already incomparable to those powerful sects. After losing this trump card, they would become a complete joke and naturally wouldn’t let it go. Therefore, they hired Vanessa, who had just become a legendary assassin.
At that time, Moliti, who was still just a demon warlock, was naturally no match for a legendary assassin. She was disarmed in an instant, deeply humiliated by Vanessa, and finally had to risk using Reverse Teleportation to escape into the Abyss.
One can imagine the fate of a sorceress falling into the Abyss. It’s no longer something that a few movies can contain, it could single-handedly support a film industry.
However, it must be said that Moliti was lucky. Although she experienced countless near-death situations and suffered tremendously in the Abyss, she eventually managed to return alive. But the hatred in her heart for Vanessa naturally went without saying. The idiom “hatred as deep as the sea” was tailor-made for her. For this reason, she even established an assassination organization specifically for revenge.
Unfortunately, those idiots had lost the enemy she had meticulously prepared. How could Moliti not be enraged?
As for why she didn’t just kill Vanessa with a single strike and instead went through so much trouble, it was because simply killing Vanessa wouldn’t be enough to release the countless flames of revenge that had accumulated in Moliti’s heart. She wanted Vanessa to fully experience everything she had gone through in the Abyss. Directly throwing her into the Abyss wasn’t feasible, as she might be eaten by some passing Lesser Demon. So, the nobles, who were even more perverted than demons, caught her eye, which led to the auction.
In fact, when she had previously heard her subordinates report that Vanessa was suspected to be pregnant, she had celebrated by getting completely drunk and even planned to extend her hatred to the next generation.
But those fools had messed everything up. Through the Blood Vengeance Mark, she clearly felt that Vanessa had broken free from the curse she had placed and had been reborn. Although she quickly lost the ability to sense her for some reason, it was enough, enough for her to vent all her rage on those useless subordinates.
“Hmm? You dare to appear before me?” Moliti, who was galloping on her horse, narrowed her eyes, looking at an assassin kneeling on the ground not far away.
Although she really wanted to have the demonic horse trample this waste into minced meat, Moliti, who wanted to know more precise information, decided to let him live a little longer. So, she dismounted and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up. Just as she was about to question him, she discovered that this subordinate, who would usually tremble like a caterpillar upon seeing her, was now expressionless and even opened his mouth at her?
Something’s wrong!
Moliti’s heart skipped a beat. Before she could exert force to break his neck, a flash of cold light appeared in his mouth. A sharp long sword, long enough to reach her stomach, shot out, aimed at her eyes.
Even before it touched her, the sharp sensation pierced her brain. Moliti immediately understood that her body, reinforced with Demonic Skin, couldn’t withstand this sword, let alone her fragile eyes.
“You’re courting death!” Moliti, though startled, wasn’t flustered. She sneered and opened her mouth wide as well. A torrent of flames erupted, instantly turning the person in her hand into a ball of fire. However, a sizable gash appeared on her face, even leaving a deep mark on her iron-hard forehead bone. The sharpness of that sword was beyond her imagination.
Instinctively throwing the burning person aside, Moliti wiped the blood from the corner of her eye and then focused her gaze on the sharp sword that had fallen to the side.
Such a sharp weapon, even if it wasn’t legendary, was close to it. The strange thing was, where did her assassin subordinate get it from?
And to hide a sword in the stomach, a razor-sharp long sword at that, even she, who had experienced the Abyss, couldn’t do it. Perhaps only a Succubus could.
Moliti, filled with puzzlement, was about to pick up the long sword to see if there were any clues when the burning person behind her suddenly had their mouth stretched wide open from the inside, as big as a swimming ring. A woman covered in slime emerged from it with an incredibly smooth motion. It was Shinobi.
At this moment, Shinobi’s pupils had turned golden, with purple eyeshadow, her skin deathly pale, her entire body emanating a sinister aura. She was a female version of Orochimaru.
Just now, she had used the Vanishing Facial Rewrite Technique to disguise herself and launch a sneak attack. Unfortunately, Moliti was no longer a simple warlock. To target her nemesis, the legendary assassin Vanessa, she had made many changes. Therefore, the initial sneak attack hadn’t succeeded, but Shinobi’s objective had been achieved.
Before she could touch the Kusanagi sword that had fallen to the ground, Moliti spat out a mouthful of black blood. The poison was so potent that it directly corroded the ground, creating a depression and emitting purple poisonous smoke.
“I’m poisoned?!” Moliti clutched her chest, incredulous. At the same time, she instinctively touched the wound on her forehead but found nothing unusual. So, for a moment, even she didn’t know how she had been poisoned.
However, as a warlock with demonic blood, and having experienced the Abyss, Moliti’s resistance to toxins had reached a level unimaginable to ordinary people. Three meals a day of colorful mushroom hot pot were just an appetizer, and she could down a bucket of expired milk without even needing to use the toilet once. Therefore, although the poison was potent, it wouldn’t be fatal for a while.
Moreover, as a warlock, how could she not have a few life-saving tricks up her sleeve? She had already activated the False Life Golem permanently attached to her body for rapid recovery.
The former could transfer any damage she received onto the False Life Golem, preventing her injuries from worsening. The latter stimulated her life potential, accelerating her body’s recovery.
These two were common recovery methods used by warlocks, but ordinary people couldn’t use them because they couldn’t withstand the strain. After all, warlocks possessed inhuman bloodlines, and they were dominant. Their innate physique was far superior to that of ordinary people, allowing them to endure the depletion of life force to recover from injuries. Ordinary people, on the other hand, might age several years just from recovering from a bone fracture. If they were severely injured, they would die before they could even recover.
Unfortunately, before Moliti, whose injuries were stabilizing, could drink the antidote potion, Shinobi launched her attack.
“Wind Style: Wind Cutter Technique!” Shinobi didn’t choose to continue with a sneak attack, instead chanting a spell like a mage, releasing a gale from her hand.
The wind blades hidden within the gale sliced the ground into a mess. One could imagine the fate that awaited Moliti if she were caught in it. Therefore, she couldn’t care less about the antidote and, enduring the erosion of the poison, released the Pain Shield. This was a skill that transformed her own pain into a magical shield, said to be more resilient the greater the pain.
But ordinary people wouldn’t use it, nor would they learn it. Because with little pain, it was more fragile than a membrane, and with intense pain, who would have the mood to cast magic? Only Moliti, who had experienced the torment of the Abyss, could skillfully utilize it.
