The Villainess and I, her Zombie Chapter 125

"Get rid of that fucking smoke! I fucking swear, if this fucking broken ass piece of junk actually killed our people, I will personally slaughter that fucking smuggler's entire fucking family!"

Infuriated Mirabelle cursed while other elves obediently followed her commands.

Within the next few seconds, the smoke was gone and the dust settled...

...reveling the completely unharmed people...

"Haa... so be it. A promise is a promise."

Cranberry breathed out in annoyance and glanced at her steaming baseball bat - broken awkwardly in half - while standing next to the remains of the destroyed artillery cannon.

Her body was still glowing with multiple skills.

Zombie was right behind her, it looked like the red-haired girl had stepped in front of him when the cannon fired at them shielded the undead by countered the shell.

The eternal servant's reddish eyes were glaring right at the petrified, speechless elves, with as much hatred as only an undead could muster.

Olive was struggling to break free but was unable to do anything, blocked by the red-haired girl.

"N-no...!"

Mirabelle gasped, shocked to the core.

...and then Cranberry clenched her hand - that she was blocking the old elf's mouth and nose with - so hard that her knuckles turned white.

*CRUNCH*

Olive's eyes popped out and his head exploded into a gory mess that no magic could ever hope to restore.

"Zombie, we're killing them all."

The red-haired girl declared in an ice-cold voice.

"For now, no venom."

Cranberry winked at her blue undead and disappeared.

"...graough... (...okay...)"

Zombie became grumpy and canceled the venom cannon skill he was already preparing, and instead activated all the other body-enhancing ones and rushed at the horrified elves.

"AAAAAAAAARGH...!"

But before he could reach them, Cranberry appeared right at the back of the group and tore the leg off of one of the elves.

Then she proceeded to thrash around turning half of the surrounding elves into mincemeat.

It wasn't like the elves didn't try to defend themselves...

The thing was that no matter what skill they used, it would end up being dodged or countered before any of them could even graze the red-haired girl.

And then Zombie reached them too.

In his case, every offensive skill used by the elves connected, but none had any effect whatsoever except for the destruction of the weaponry and/or body part of the attacking elf.

Master and Servant were consistently killing off every single elf in their path and both of them were aiming at the woman in command conveniently situated at the middle of the elven group.

"Fuck! Elder! You need to run!"

A white-haired elf shouted at the woman right before his head was blown off by a terrible strike dealt with a ripped-off leg.

"Fuck...! FUCK! Why is this fucking happening?!"

Mirabelle shouted with tears in her eyes.

She was using her strongest support and barrier skills but no matter what, her people kept falling to the blood-soaked ground as soon as either the red-haired girl swung her gory weapon or the blue undead raised his leg.

In a way, it was better to die by the undead, because he simply killed them with his own body.

The red-haired girl on the other hand was using the limb of her fallen victim as makeshift weapons, fueling the fear and panic amongst the elves.

Then the leg she grabbed off of her first victim got blown into pieces countering a fireball, she simply charged at one of the elves trying to retreat and regroup, blew off his head, torn off his hand, and went back to continue the massacre.

Still, because of her fighting style, her speed was slightly lower than Zombie's, and the blue undead ended up reaching Mirabelle first.

Yet that also meant that Mirabelle had a clear shot on him for the first time since the fight had broken out.

"EAT THIS YOU FUCKER!"

A blinding white light gathered around her hand and shoot right at Zombie's chest.

Zombie stopped in place as his head got flung into the sky.

Even though there was a huge hole in Zombie's chest and his head got completely separated from his torso, a message that popped up was just as casual about the damage as always.

"ZOMBIE!"

The same couldn't be said about Cranberry who lost her cool and missed her next attack and only tore off the elf's face instead of blowing his head off.

That mistake was used by the other elves and the red-haired girl got hit by multiple spells and skills, mostly lightning-based ones that caused partial paralysis.

She was forced to back off and watch Zombie's body just stay in place while his head with a motionless face fell on the ground splashing the bloody mud around.

"YOU...!"

Cranberry roared, glaring at Mirabelle and the light surrounding her became twice as bright.

A message popped up in front of Cranberry's eyes but she could only see the hateful elf.

It was Cranberry's first time witnessing in person Zombie getting damaged to such an extent.

The horrible fear of losing him pushed her right into recklesness.

The red-haired girl disappeared and appeared several feet back.

She did that just so she would have enough space for her charge skill to activate at full power.

With her next attack, she tore every single elf, except for the elder Mirabelle, in half and her weapon turned into a useless scrap of flesh.

But even with a powerful buffing skill like the rage of the unbreakable, Cranberry's body was that of a glass cannon. Her own skills were so overpowered that they began turning against her and causing a severe strain on her body with the disproportionately low DEF to STR ratio.

That coupled with the damage she already received earlier, made Cranberry sway on her feet and start losing focus.

That's why she didn't even notice a short message that popped up for her.

"Fucking human slut...!"

Mirabelle gritted her teeth and reached her hand at the red-haired girl, aiming another one of her skills to finish the girl off.

"...fuck... elder...! Run... away...!"

Then a weak voice came from behind and the elven woman felt a cold hand on her shoulder.

"Every-fucking-thing will be okay...! I promise I won't let anyone else get killed, so just rest and wait until I kill that fucking bitch...!"

Mirabelle smirked.

"...ha...?"

Cranberry's eyes widened and she gasped in shock looking at something right behind the fair-skinned elven woman.

"No...! Elder...! Behind you...! Fucking... mon...ster...!"

One of the horribly wounded elves cried from the ground.

"...eh...?"

*CRUNCH*

Mirabelle gasped and felt as the cold hand is crushing her shoulder while forcefully turning her around.

The elf's brain blanked out at the sight in front of her.

It was the blue undead.

But he didn't regenerate at all.

His head was still in the mud a few feet away and the empty eyes were staring blankly into the distance.

Instead, it was his headless body with a gaping hole in his chest.

From the exposed blue flesh a dark-red smoke was raising and filling the hole that Mirabelle's holly magic skill had created.

The smoke wasn't just filling the hole, it was raising up and forming a head-like shape.

A shape with no eyes or mouth, and yet Mirabelle knew that the monstrosity was smiling at her.

And it was the most terrifying smile the elf ever had to face thorough her extremely long life.

*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*

The next thing Mirabelle knew, she was pulled down by the monster, and her stomach got hit by the raised knee, which had caused a deafening explosion.

The elder's intestines exploded behind her like a gory serpentine and got stuck on a nearby tree.

"Elder! NOOO!"

Mirabelle's knees buckled down, but the monster didn't allow her to just go down like that.

Accompanied by the cries of the surviving elves, the smoke-headed abomination ripped off her arm and then pushed her body at Cranberry's feet, yet the fair-skinned elf hasn't completely fallen - still partially propped up by her own intestines still tangled in the branches.

Then the abomination walked towards the red-haired girl and offered her the arm.

"Zo-mbie...?"

Cranberry shook her head and blinked in disbelief staring at the monster, completely dumbfounded.

The abomination tilted his smoky head as if trying to ask the girl what was wrong, then it pushed the ripped-off arm in her hands, and pointed at the elven elder barely hanging on to her life two feet above the ground.

"R-right. We should get rid of the most imminent danger..."

Cranberry smiled weakly and grabbed the arm like a mace.

"You should have listened to the guy that brought us here. We would just check your village for a bit and left. We would even help you find the missing elves..."

Cranberry said in a grim voice, glaring coldly at Mirabelle while raising the arm for a finishing blow.

The elven elder shuddered, lost for words.

"Die."

Cranberry frowned about to end the elf.

"W-wait...! Fuck...! I beg you...!"

Mirabelle managed to regain control over her voice and cried out raising the only hand she still had which caused her to swing back and forth on her intestines.

"At least, fuck...! Kill me, but spare...! Spare the rest of our village...!"

She pleaded with tears streaming down her beautiful face.

"No."

*CRUSH*

Cranberry shrugged and delivered an overhead strike right at Mirabelle's forehead.

The red-haired girl controlled her strength the best she could so that she wouldn't harm herself anymore but she still managed to turn the elven elder into a bloody puddle at the bottom of a newly created crater.

It wasn't nearly as impressive as bringing down Durian's mansion but all her muscles were already screaming in unbelievable pain due to the damage caused by the electric shock from the elven skills.

"Zombie..."

Cranberry muttered and her eyes flashed whites.

The girl fainted and almost fell face-first into the bloody mess but her undead monstrosity instantly came to her side and gently supported her.

"... (Master, you can relax.) ... (I'll take care of the rest.)"

Zombie declared even though his current head was made out of the dark-red smoke and unable to produce any real sound, and his old head was lying uselessly in the mud a few feet away.

Chapter end

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