YM778.TV Chapter 546: Voracious assaulting
Chapter 546: Voracious assaulting
Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
What was the feeling of hearing the chafing of one’s own scalp being scraped as though it was raw glass? And what was the sensation of seeing one’s own blood gushing out half a metre into the air?
The average person would definitely be experiencing a mental collapse right now. Instead, Sheyan’s only response was his long saber! Chopping down with crescendoing ferocity and voracious tyranny!
At this moment, Sheyan could still employ his party ability ‘Gloryheal’, as well as the ‘Na’vi Secret Medicine’ he acquired back in the Avatar world. Thus, Sheyan possessed the insurance to persist in this blood-soaked impasse. Right now, though he appeared to be submerged in carnage madness, his train of thoughts were exceedingly clear. It was as though his mind itself had left his body and was composedly surveying the scene of battle from the air.
(TN: He acquired the Na’vi secret medicine in ch 106 of vol 7)
All of a sudden, Sheyan broke into a hysterical laugh as he welcomed the incoming claws of the demon beast!
Allowing the sharp claws to lacerate deep into his body, he responded with a forceful dual handed slash of his saber!
The saber slashed down with a whistling wind sound. An incomparably daunting wind sound!
Such a sensation was akin to a mountain battering in, crowding out all external sounds in the air as he slapped against the heartbeats of the hearers.
With a vertical stroke down of his saber, its shimmering blade ray poured down ragingly like a waterfall. Blood poured out in large volume as it dyed the blade ray red. When the blade ray vanished, the blood drizzled down onto the ground like leaves without a supporting branch.
This incomparably vicious blade had severed the right arm of the demonized Trish!
A distorted and pitch-black long arm spiralled high into the air with blood spurting out, before it landed onto the ground with a thud. Then, it swiftly shrank and transformed back into an ordinary human arm.
A black sleeve covered that arm, appearing like the bandage used to wrap mummies; suggesting the reason that Trish was able to demonize in an instance.
"My conjecture was indeed correct. This woman is ultimately still a sorcerer class gypsy diviner who possesses the tremendous inborn shortcoming of her class. Even after her metamorphosis, her life force and defence would still remain lacking. That was why I could easily deal crushing damages!"
"Even though her defence and life force did experience a definite boost after demonizing, a flaw will ultimately remain as a flaw nonetheless! The same logic as why a calf still wouldn’t be able to outrun a horse even after growing up."
With that notion, Sheyan’s sole eyeball was vigored up as he tightly pressed in.
"If you’re vicious, I’ll be twice as vicious. If you’re vile, I’ll vilify myself twice as much!"
Both parties persisted in their intermingled carnage for seconds. Sheyan was presently riddled with bloody wounds, grimacing with his teeth as though he would collapse any second; yet, he continued enduring unyieldingly!
The demonized Trish was similarly in discomfort. Sheyan’s long saber continued slicing forth unhindered, with each slash carrying a savage deadliness that could terrorize all men. A blade hacked deep into her shoulder blade and cleaved down towards her lungs.
Although the demonized monster was immune to pain, it could see the splashing and scattering of her bodily flesh; fuelling the horror within her!
More critically, pain is a defensive mechanism of humans, signalling the problems of specific body parts to the human. Citing a simple example, without the gastric pains, one would perhaps feel the loss of appetite if a problem occurred. Yet in reality, one could possibly have contracted stomach holes, stomach ulcers, stomach bleeding or stomach cancer.
The demonized Trish was similarly feeling apprehensive in that aspect. Her current conduct was at the price of her own vitality, where the longer she dragged, the more her life force would decline. In her frenzied state of combat, the numbing state of pain would render her clueless even if she suffered the brunt of heavy fatal damages. This clearly signified that if she dragged on for too long, her death would be inevitable.
Yet she could only observe that her foe was as tenacious as a boulder. Though his injuries projected him to be on the verge of defeat, he remained like a hedgehog; unleashing terrifying backlashes every time she clawed against him. A delusion of falling anytime but the reality of holding ground!
Suddenly, at the shimmering instance of blood, Sheyan paid the price of a severed ear as he swiped forth his saber; slicing off a large portion of the demon beast’s nose and a portion of her skull!
The nimbleness and ferocity of his saber to draw blood was needless to say. Although Trish couldn’t feel pain at all, she could distinctively sense the icy chilliness of an imposing saber slashing past her head! In this blood battle of matchless savageness, that one saber managed to utterly crumble the willpower of this chief gypsy diviner!
Following that, Trish released an unexplainably bizarre cry, as she summoned several gypsy steel armoured knights back from their encirclement of Mogensha to guard her. Seizing the chance, she turned to flee!
This carnage of a bloodbath had truly grinded away her spirit and fortitude. Once those crumbled, the only notion left would be the word ‘flee’!
Although Tirsh’s battle with Sheyan seemed rather long, it in fact lasted for merely half a minute.
Worth celebrating, Mogensha’s three malicious shots had truly dealt a severe blow to the totemic demon beast. Ever since that elephant-head-man-body totemic demon beast had beamed out its death rays, it remained tottering like an intoxicated drunkard. After a few steps, it remained rigid in its position. Otherwise, Brother Black would’ve found it hard to deal with such dire straits.
Meanwhile, Mogensha was left to deal with the few gypsy knights that surrounded him! Seizing Sheyan’s bombastic appearance, he had successfully escaped from their encirclement.
Relying on his astute agility and ingenious, in addition to two viperwolf spirits he had conjured up while retaliating, he truly delivered a smooth and intuitive response. Furthermore, he even faintly occupied the advantage. If he had a fixed period of time, it may even be possible for him to annihilate the ten gypsy knights.
When Trish had released a cry of summon, a few of those ten gypsy knights assaulting Mogensha instantly retreated to reinforce her! They completely disregarded the ferocious onslaught of Mogensha from the back, as they frenetically locked onto Sheyan; complying with Trish’s will to intercept him.
Instead, Sheyan was like an injured berserk feral beast, with blood flowing freely from his face and his manifold cuts and bruises. In spite of that, his eyes maintained the sole existence of the fleeing Trish.
At present, only one thought remained within him - to kill her. Obliterate the foe by using her blood to cleanse his saber’s blade!
Sheyan’s current speed was ultimately faster by a little, as he pursued the demonized Trish with unflagging efforts like a mad dog. Amidst the twinkling of blue glitters, he drew spurting foul blood from the abrupt chop of his saber.
Although Trish had an enhanced defence after demonizing, a long deep streak of bloodied flesh was ripped out from her back; so much so that her white spine could be seen!
Propelled by the impact of the saber’s slash, Trish howled freakishly as she leapt ahead and finally widened a stretch of distance between her and Sheyan. Enduring the penetration from a gypsy knight’s lance behind him, Sheyan was absolutely unwilling to give up as he continued chasing forward.
After dashing for over twenty metres, Sheyan raised his long saber and hacked down again with a viciousness not inferior to the previous one; neatly slashing against the fresh wound he sliced out earlier.
Kacha! Kacha! Instantaneously, 2-3 ribs of that monster’s back snapped off, and the eerie white bones pierced out from her body. Chunks of veiny flesh hung off those bones, and one could faintly observe her pulsating innards.
As his saber slashed away, Trish howled with forlorn bitterness. Although she felt no pain, she could sense imminent death looming over her. Then, she unleashed a shriek brimming with reckless decisiveness!
At this moment, the strangest scene happened. Trish suddenly launched forward as she recovered her human state. Her aged countenance and glossy skin appeared with amplified weirdness, while her naked frame was mangled with multitudes of blood and white fluids.
Behind her, it was as if her demonic skins had been shedded off by the wind like tattered clothes of flesh; slapping against the face and body of the unbelievably speeding Sheyan. Then, the demonic skins rapidly dissolved into black and dense mucus.
Caught off guard while he was racing in, Sheyan instantly lost his balance from the mucus as he skidded for 5-6 metres; black mucus still tightly clinging onto his body. In a flash, he completely lost all mobility.
"You fool! Why must you force me to this extent!!" The desperate and ludicrous cries of Trish boomed out. She coughed out a mouthful of blood, as she shot out five poker cards! The arrangement of the five poker cards were -
The three of spades, four of spades, five of spades, six of spades and the seven of spades!!!!
Straight flush!!!
Those five cards weren’t aimed at Sheyan, because she no longer held faith in her own attacks towards him. Her goal was shockingly that elephant-head-man-body totemic demon beast that was rigidly standing where it was!
Yet at this moment, Mogensha who was being chased by five other gypsy knights spun round and somersaulted behind. Pulling his rifle out in midair, he shot out with his most terrifying ‘Beastly Instincts’.
DA! DA! DA! That trademark AK gunshots rumbled out.
The first and second bullet whizzed out with immensely irregular trajectory, and collided right before Sheyan; transforming into a regiment of flames as it ignited the black muscus of demonic skin that adhered onto Sheyan.
The mucus was probably countered by fire, as Sheyan instantly regained some of his constricted mobility.
His third bullet jetted in with exceptional velocity, piercing straight into Trish’s left eye! Trish groaned loudly in her misery, as she covered her face with her hands before attempting to flee. Yet clearly seen, droplets of fresh blood dripped from the cracks of her fingers.