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Chapter 781: Melojas's Lifelong Regret (Part 1)
Chapter 781: Melojas's Lifelong Regret (Part 1)
In the ruins of the Inferno Cliff, the fallen Melojas, the Profaner, stared in astonishment as Sigrid's figure was reflected in her eyes.
She clearly hadn't realized the immense power this young girl possessed.
Even with Melojas' battle instincts slowing down her perception of time during a crisis, Sigrid's lethal assault made no sound.
By the time the tearing-through-the-air sound reached her ears, it was already too late; Sigrid had struck true.
"Who are you?!?"
Melojas, the Profaner, couldn't believe this was a wolf demon. She couldn't sense even a hint of the aura of a Great Demon from her opponent.
And if she weren't a Great Demon, she should have been suppressed by Melojas' power.
Yet, her opponent was completely unaffected, neither suppressing Melojas with the Nine Seals like Kaliella nor displaying any signs of pure strength.
"The strongest woman in the world," Sigrid replied without pause, giving Melojas no chance to catch her breath. She released the floating Kaliella in mid-air and pursued Melojas once more.
At this moment, as Sigrid unleashed her fists and feet, her skin was enveloped in a faint silver glow, as pristine and holy as the new moon.
This was neither magic nor her physical prowess, but a phenomenon brought about by the perfect fusion of her body's natural state, immunity to magic artifacts, the Primordial Tablet, and her martial arts intent.
She possessed a Primordial Tablet unlike any other holder—the [Primordial Tablet—Foundation].
The [Primordial Tablet—Foundation] only enhanced regular attacks. When she unleashed her full power in the most direct assault, it would trigger, amplifying her strength tremendously.
"Hahaha! You've got spirit, woman!"
Melojas cackled, her palms meeting Sigrid's attack head-on as she engaged in a test of strength.
Now that she had reacted, Sigrid found it much harder to land a blow.
Even though Melojas was clearly at a disadvantage in terms of strength, the toxic gas erupting from her body began to leave scratches on Sigrid's skin upon contact.
"I hate being ambushed. This is the second time today!" Melojas' rage was evident in the dark purple cracks of lightning that appeared on her scorpion tail. The invisible toxic magic power swirling before her swept towards Sigrid's arms, and the metallic buzzing and gusts of wind stirred up circles of chaos.
She was now genuinely curious about the person from the Inferno Corridor Academy, who was not only accompanied by Kaliella but also protected by such a powerful guardian...
Melojas' eyes, which had gradually calmed, shifted slightly to glance at the other person in the distance.
"…."
Sigrid paid no heed to Melojas' words; when she could finish off her opponent, she usually refrained from speaking.
She merely ensured that Kaliella was unharmed in the distance, her purple eyes locking onto the scorpion like a hunter stalking its prey.
The brief cold stare between them was the calm before the storm, as the silence of the night in Inferno City Pasquale was shattered by peals of thunder, heralding another clash of the mighty.
Once more, the silver moonlight illuminated the boiling lava below, and as Melojas conjured a magical barrier, her palms opened to reveal a black-purple vortex. Terrifying magic power, nearing the realm of the divine, converged towards her, compressed endlessly, and a black electric cocoon enveloped her, blocking out all surrounding light.
Should this all-out offensive magic of a peak Eighth-Tier demon affect anyone without the protection of a city defense mechanism, even the mighty armies of the Saint Plaga Lante Teaching Nation would face annihilation.
"Kaliella, stay back!" Sigrid called out abruptly.
"Let's see how long you can withstand my toxic magic head-on!" Melojas exclaimed, reveling in the battle. Each word she uttered was like a curse, thick and cold, carving out slashes on the dimly lit ground of Inferno with her oppressive magic power, sealing off all gaps between herself and Sigrid.
A stellar collision was about to unfold.
The sheer force of the magic storm made Talia's skin and cheeks sting, and at the same time, she began to retreat.
It wasn't until Talia had backed away halfway that the white light nearly illuminated her.
"Sigrid!"
Even if she wanted to help Sigrid, it would be difficult for her to intervene in this fight.
Talia was almost swept away by the sheer force of Melojas and Sigrid's clash.
When fighting Melojas, the Profaner, Talia could hold her own for a few exchanges due to her high attack power against Profaners. However, in this battle between Melojas and Sigrid, neither side had any advantages or disadvantages—it was a pure test of strength between peak Eighth-Tier beings, and Talia could easily be harmed by the aftershocks.
Talia's heart raced with anxiety as she wanted to aid Sigrid. Seeing Sigrid injured pained Talia more than her own wounds.
Talia was immortal and could recover by consuming Lanchi's magic power, but Sigrid was a young girl in her prime, and every inch of her skin was precious and should bear no scars.
Buzz.
Suddenly, the communication magic card vibrated, and Talia answered it immediately.
"Talia, watch your step. Move up another fifteen meters and assist Sigrid from a distance. She can win this."
Lanchi, using Cat Boss's communication magic card, sent a message to Talia.
At this distance, their mental connection had become ineffective, leaving only the communication magic as a means of contact.
"But she keeps getting hurt, and I don't know how to heal her," Talia said to the other end of the communication line.
Although she disliked Lanchi's micromanagement, she followed his instructions and moved further away from the center of the battlefield.
Among the seven Great Demons who had survived in the present world, each possessed some auxiliary abilities, but only the Ice Snow Witch and Antanas excelled in healing.
"Melojas probably hasn't realized the severity of the situation yet, choosing to exchange injuries with the nighttime werewolf," Lanchi's voice, slightly distorted by static, came through the communication magic once more.
Talia immediately looked down.
She could see that Sigrid, who was facing off against Melojas, hadn't retreated in the face of this lethal ultimate magic.
The clear light emanating from Sigrid remained unwavering, like a moon goddess or a valiant war goddess. In her calm demeanor, she could break through all obstacles with her boundless martial arts intent! All the wounds on her body were visibly healing at a rapid pace under the moonlight.
Melojas' toxic mist was like a soothing massage for Sigrid.
"What on earth did this child eat to grow up so strong?!" Talia marveled.
Protected by a magical barrier, Talia was safe from the aftershocks, and she navigated through the collapsing Inferno, staying clear of the battlefield's center.
She now trusted Lanchi's judgment.
As a mother, she need not worry about Sigrid being bullied out in the world.
Even so, the smoke and dust, coupled with the turbulent airflow, made Talia's vision fluctuate between light and dark, and the deafening roar that reverberated through Inferno City Pasquale threatened to lift her into the air once more.
The two combatants, on the verge of stepping into the divine realm at the peak of the Eighth Tier, clashed like gods of ancient times.
In the upper reaches of Inferno, near the sky, a cataclysmic battle unfolded, turning the entire upper layer into a war zone. The waves of impact continuously struck each layer of rock, causing the once-solid mountain ridges to be ravaged by the wave-like smoke and ash, leaving behind a trail of holes.
As the battle intensified, the fiery glow of the molten lava below and the rumbling thunder above intertwined, and a tempestuous cloud gathered in the sky, as if nature itself was shaken by this sudden eruption of conflict. The air pressure in the high altitudes intensified.
Each clash illuminated the vast cloud layer above the lava.
Ordinary beings wouldn't dare come close to such a battlefield, let alone witness this level of deadly combat.
And in the heart of this battle, Melojas seemed to have realized something amiss.
"You're...a vampire? No, you're the little she-wolf Kaliella brought along?"
Melojas seemed to recall something.
This bizarre regenerative ability rendered most attacks ineffective, a level far beyond what a human could possess.
Aside from the blood race, it could only be the wolf clan.
In Melojas' impression, Kaliella seemed to always have a wolf clan girl by her side, and Melojas couldn't understand why Kaliella would break tradition to raise a child.
Unbeknownst to her, after a mere decade or so, that little girl had now become so formidable!
"That's right, it's me."
Sigrid proudly declared.
Without any weapons in hand, her body surpassed the might of any magical equipment, each step she took was like a thunderclap, sweeping away the airflow and creating gusts of wind pressure.
Her eyes, cold and cruel, emanated a purple radiance, intent on driving Melojas into a desperate situation.
"..."
Melojas' expression turned gloomy as she distanced herself from Sigrid.
Even though she was a wolf woman, Melojas could handle her.
However, it was evident that caution was necessary when fighting a member of the wolf clan at night.
"I like strong opponents like you. Go ahead, hit me with all your might, let me feel the pain of death, and in return, I shall give it my all as well!"
Melojas' smile was composed and chilling, as she lunged at Sigrid once more.
Even if she was momentarily at a disadvantage in the clash with Sigrid, she merely smiled like an adult humoring a child.
She had to taste the blood of this wolf beauty!
Melojas' offense was fierce but not chaotic, her magic spells seamlessly connected, and each time her scorpion tail glowed, she released toxic magic and spiritual magic, forming patches of purple-gray forbidden zones to intercept Sigrid in the airspace ahead.
"..."
Sigrid remained silent, refusing to give any response to Melojas' taunts.
In battle, it was crucial not to let the opponent's words affect one's mental state.
The Silver Comet and the Violet Comet danced, sometimes close and sometimes distant, but regardless of the distance, they seemed like two apocalyptic disasters clashing.
Sigrid's fists rained down like a furious waterfall, attempting to smash Melojas to pieces, while Melojas, agile as a dancer, weaved in and out of the traps she had set, trying to ensnare and pierce Sigrid.
Melojas' delaying tactics failed to significantly slow down Sigrid's relentless advance, and Sigrid's more intricate spell was ready to be unleashed. The entire field of vision began to distort, as toxic mist rose from the ground and purple light fell from the sky, about to engulf Sigrid.
It was at this moment that Sigrid's body emitted a semi-transparent, dazzling radiance, her eyes turning silver as if she had entered a transcendent state of selflessness. She threw a punch with unprecedented force.
In the air, the silver radiance collided with the deep purple magic curse, resulting in a burst of energy that split the sky.
A moment later, Melojas, blown away by the impact, fell to the ground, clearly at a disadvantage in this exchange.
Finally.
As the battle between Sigrid and Melojas reached its climax, the sky was suddenly obscured by an invisible wave of magical energy, and a cold wind swept across, smoothing the pebbles on the ground.
The drop in temperature caused the dew on the ground to freeze rapidly, a sensation Melojas had never experienced before, filling her with unease.
At such a critical juncture, she couldn't afford to be caught by a mental spell.
"..."
A figure appeared out of thin air, landing silently.
Kaliella pressed her palms together, using her magic to immobilize Melojas.
Melojas was shocked that Kaliella would stoop so low as to attack her from behind.
Kaliella had never considered her a true opponent and had never fought with her full strength!
Sigrid was also surprised to see Kaliella intervene.
In her impression, Kaliella wasn't the type to lower herself and gang up on a single opponent.
But in a fight, winning was all that mattered!
"Thanks!"
Sigrid appreciated Kaliella's assistance and was glad to have her help.
Sigrid was an experienced fighter.
The moment Melojas' movement was halted, Sigrid's fist connected, sending Melojas crashing into the ground.
As the deepest depths of Inferno Cliff began to collapse, a coughing Melojas fell into the abyss.
"Turns out we make a formidable team," Talia remarked as she joined Sigrid.
She realized that by helping Sigrid control Melojas, she could deal extremely effective damage!
This was a very different outcome from when she fought alone.
"Yes, this is the power of our mother-daughter bond!"
Sigrid high-fived the White-Skirted Witch.
Sigrid possessed high attack, defense, and speed, but her greatest weakness was the lack of control over her abilities.
On the other hand, Kaliella was a semi-supportive character with an array of flashy and complex control abilities.
"Is that so..."
Talia averted her eyes, feeling a bit embarrassed.
With such powerful teammates and a comfortable team composition, she knew that this might be their last battle together.
The more Talia witnessed Sigrid's perfection, the more reluctant she felt about parting ways.
"How long do you think she can hold on?"
Sigrid, hovering in the sky, watched Melojas slowly climbing out of the abyss and asked Kaliella beside her.
Talia remained silent, merely shaking her head and observing Melojas.
In their eyes, Melojas was now like a trapped prey with no means of escape.
...
Far away, in the Inferno Corridor Academy, Hyberrian watched with eyes wide in shock.
She now saw her mother and sister as villains.
Are you two really the good guys?
The ravaged lava canyon echoed with continuous loud noises, interspersed with moments of deadly silence. If the silence persisted, it meant the battle was nearing its conclusion.
Hyberrian could clearly sense the distance between the battlefield and herself—a distance that represented the gap between mortals and deities.
Even standing at this distance, Hyberrian would be severely injured by the aftershocks of the battle if not for the protective barrier of the Inferno Corridor Academy.
"I need to reach the Seventh Tier quickly so I can lend a hand too."
Hyberrian clenched her fists.
To interfere in a battle of this magnitude, one needed to attain the Seventh Tier, the realm of transcending mortality. Otherwise, every detail, every instant of such a clash would instantly vaporize the fragile body of a Sixth Tier mortal.
"It's alright, Hyberrian," Lanchi consoled, wanting to ease the pressure on Hyberrian.
"What do you mean?"
Hyberrian felt that Lanchi had only said half of what he intended.
"You are the crystal."
Lanchi described.
Hyberrian, also known as "Home."
As long as Hyberrian stayed alive, their sole mission was to protect her.
"Huh?"
Hyberrian had thought Lanchi was being romantic, but then she understood his true meaning from his eyes.
"You've turned evil!"
She pouted angrily, pounding Lanchi's shoulder in a fit of pique.
"Wrong, wrong, I'm the one who respects the princess the most."
Lanchi merely smiled.
Hyberrian couldn't refute him.
At that moment, Tamisha woke up.
The little gray cat poked her head out from Hyberrian's chest, gazing at the earth-shattering battle in the distance, then at the couple before her.
She probably realized that she had been rescued.
Oh well, time to sleep again.
Tamisha crawled back into Hyberrian's clothes, curling up into a ball once more.
"By the way, does the radiance on Sigrid look similar to the Primordial Tablet to you?"
Hyberrian turned to Lanchi and asked.
Although she couldn't identify the light on Sigrid as the Primordial Tablet, she felt that it was undoubtedly a divine radiance from ancient times.
"Perhaps."
Lanchi couldn't be certain either.
"Ugh..."
Hyberrian withdrew her gaze, her expression filled with distress.
Historians had not reached a conclusion about when the Primordial Tablets first appeared, so it was impossible to exclude the possibility that they existed during the Blood Moon Calamity or that there were similar artifacts during that era.
After all, even Kaliella's body emanated that mysterious ancient light.
In the present world, there was a woman with similar radiant light from the [Primordial Tablet—Foundation], and seeing the light on Sigrid made Hyberrian think of that woman who was also skilled in hand-to-hand combat.
However, this was her beloved Sigrid, completely different from that woman.
Hyberrian shook her head.
She didn't want to compare someone she disliked with someone she loved; it would be an insult to Sigrid.
Whether or not the light came from a Primordial Tablet didn't matter as long as Sigrid was strong enough.
"Go for it, Sigrid, Kaliella!"
Hyberrian cheered for her two dearest kin in the Shadow World.
As the entire sunken Inferno Canyon crumbled, turning into ash and molten dust, it seemed that the battle would soon consume everything.
Vortexes of energy began to form in the starry sky, and as the moon completely darkened during the eclipse, it heralded the destruction and consumption of everything in its path.
Cracks began to spread in the upper layers of the canyon, and from these bottomless fissures emerged turbid waves of energy, as if the gates of hell had been flung open.
Melojas unleashed her full power as an Eighth-Tier demon toward Sigrid without holding back.
The majestic spires and grand ancient architecture of the Inferno City Pasquale on the edge of the Demon Realm crumbled like paper in the face of this battle, becoming ruins of history.
Kaliella, who had been hiding in the back and controlling the battle, proved to be more challenging for Melojas to deal with than Sigrid's frontal assault.
At this moment, Melojas, the Profaner, had slowed significantly compared to before.
At the same time, Kaliella maintained her distance, more adeptly preparing her spiritual magic and waiting for the next opportunity to strike when Melojas exposed a weakness.
Working together, they had pushed Melojas into an unprecedentedly dire situation.
She was forced to evade continuously, but each evasion was becoming increasingly difficult.
And every time she tried to counter-attack, one of them would timely interrupt, preventing her from displaying even half of her strength.
Two against one was not the worst-case scenario.
The worst was that the two opponents could coordinate so well together.
"Kaliella..."
Melojas, the Profaner, adjusted her breath and remained highly vigilant.
In a one-on-one fight with Sigrid, she still had a chance.
Even if she couldn't win, she could at least escape.
But with Kaliella in the mix, everything became unpredictable.
What was more troublesome was that Kaliella seemed to have become a bit despicable.
Even so, Melojas remained unyielding, relying on her demonic physical attributes and boundless magic power to continuously search for an opening in their combined defense.
Although her goal was not to win but to escape, it seemed that even escaping from this Inferno City Pasquale was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.
"Melojas, are you still fantasizing about holding out until daytime? It's still several hours away."
Talia stared at the stubbornly resisting Melojas, feeling immense satisfaction in beating this scorpion witch to a pulp.
Having an invincible daughter was truly wonderful.
Talia focused her magic on her fingertips, and the air in the direction she pointed began to distort, forming black cracks that blocked Melojas' evasive maneuvers.
Now, Talia also understood Sigrid's werewolf trait, and under the moonlight, Sigrid gained an unreasonable all-attribute enhancement and regenerative ability.
(End of Chapter)
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