A red blade slashed across her body, leaving a deep gash in its wake.
“Ah…” Redheart’s eyes shook as notifications appeared in front of her.
[-150 HP!]
[HP: 22/172]
[You have been inflicted by a curse—Humanoid Imperfecta!]
[Your movement is now impaired, reducing your speed by 100%!]
[Your defense has been reduced by 1000%!]
[Your attack power has been reduced by 50%!]
[Time till purification: 1 minute]
“A cursed attack!” Redheart breathed heavily. “Even Cerberus doesn’t have that! Is that another of your rewards?! Just what did you get!” 𝐎𝐯𝐥xt.𝗇t
Ambrose paused for a moment, then smirked and said. “Not telling.”
“Y-y-you vermin.” Redheart’s lips trembled, and she was sheething in anger. She was finally starting to understand how Cerberus was feeling.
The anger was eating her alive, and she could barely control herself.
She knew that it was she who was at a disadvantage. One hit would end her life, but she had the advantage of long range.
However, she wanted her opponent to suffer, just as she wanted the rest of the town to also get wiped off the map.
“Y-you will suffer a miserable death. Have you ever thought about getting eaten alive? Well, you get to experience that.”
Redheart grinned hideously with a monstrous expression as she took out a whistle made of molten magma.
Ambrose narrowed his eyes and put his sword into a quick-slash stance. He was ready to face anything that came from that whistle.
Redheart pressed the whistle against her plush lips and blew into it with all her might.
Whistle—its sound traversed across the town, making many townspeople turn their heads towards the sky.
They wondered where it came from but also wondered what this strange feeling they received after hearing it was—a feeling of burning hell and death.
“Howooo!”
A loud howl pierced through the air. The townspeople froze in fear, not knowing what creature could produce such a chilling sound.
The stained glass windows trembled under the power of the howl, threatening to break.
“What… the hell did you just release?” Ambrose turned to Redheart and demanded an explanation.
“Even I don’t know, haha!” Redheart laughed in ecstasy with flushed cheeks. “It is what I got from a quest, and even till now, it has been my most valuable reward. I only know its value can’t be measured by money according to merchants!”
“Do you plan on killing everyone in here?” Ambrose asked with an ice-cold tone. He tightened his grip on the sword.
He was already within attacking range and could kill her whenever he wanted to.
“Huh? Everyone?” Redheart scoffed and turned to look at the naive young man. “I don’t care if I kill these worthless NPCs; they mean nothing to me. They are not real. However, I mainly want to kill you.”
“That is…” Ambrose angrily spat on the ground. “That is a grave mistake you will regret.”
“Hahaha, I couldn’t care less!” Redheart looked into the sky and saw a crack appear in the air. A burning heat came from the crack. “Look, it’s the portal to your demise.”
Ambrose looked toward the sky with a pale complexion. He felt his hair starting to stand on end as the energy from the crack surged through his body.
In the air, the crack began to grow wider, and soon it looked like someone had punched a fragile window, causing the glass to crack.
However, it was on the air, so it looked like a giant had punched on the air, somehow breaking the fabric of reality.
Crack—a burning paw broke through the crack. Its flaming fur and black claws reached out into the world, sending waves of heat and darkness.
The creature broke through the crack, howling loudly and powerfully.
It was a large dog with flaming fur, black eyes, and claws, and had the height and length of a horse.
Its howls echoed through the morning, sending waves of fear and terror through the hearts of all who heard them.
However, that wasn’t all.
Two identical-looking creatures walked out of the crack. The crack expanded before breaking apart and disappearing.
Crack—the burning dog smashed its burning paw on the tiled floor, breaking the tiles and sending them flying down at the streets that still had townspeople walking by.
It turned its black eyes towards the frightened NPCs and growled menacingly.
“Ah!” The townspeople dropped their groceries and grabbed the hands of their children and lovers before running away.
“These are creatures of hell!” Redheart screamed loudly as the creatures burning heat made her skin redden. “They are also your death, Ambrose!”
“Two can also play that game.” Ambrose tossed his Red Sword back into his inventory and pulled out an ugly green whistle.
He placed it against his lips and blew into it powerfully.
Another eerie whistling sound reverberated across the land.
Redheart spun her head around in shock. “Y-you have a summoning whistle too? Just what the hell did you get from that place?”
The three burning creatures turned their heads around at the green smoke that suddenly appeared in the middle of the street.
A broad-shouldered orc with dark green skin stepped out of the mist. Its disgusting breath filled the air with toxicity as it let out a menacing growl.
With wooden mace in hand, it looked around until it found its summoner.
“Ambrose…” Yughragh scanned the young man from head to toe. He chuckled. “Missing… arm and leg… you don’t expect to give me… a proper fight, do you?”
“No… but I think those will.” Ambrose pointed towards the burning creatures.
Yughragh turned around and saw the burning creatures. “Huh, Hell Beasts. Well, that is a… rare sight.”
“You know what they are?” Ambrose asked.
“Yeah… loyal pets of the Damned.” Yughragh thought out loud and then turned back to the young man. He grinned. “I see, you are in a troublesome situation…”
“Yeah, just go fight them; isn’t that what you want?” Ambrose asked with a trembling lip. He really hoped this orc wanted to fight stronger opponents rather than bully someone weak like him.
“In one condition.” Yughragh rested its wooden mace against its broad shoulder and asked. “What is this place?”
“It’s…” Ambrose scratched the back of his head. “Lowceiling, a small town.”
“Okay.” Yughragh nodded.
That was all he wanted to know.
He then stepped past a stunned-looking red-haired woman and approached the burning creatures with a growing grin.
“Y-your summon is intelligent?” Redheart asked with trembling eyes. “What the hell did you get from that quest?”
‘Stop asking that, for fuck sake.’ Ambrose’s eyebrow twitched.
The Hell Beasts gathered on top of the same roof.
They were surrounded by three towering spires, and they looked straight down at the approaching orc.
“Hehe, I have always wanted to test the power of the Damned’s subordinates!” Yughragh lifted its mace high above its head. The mace started glowing a brilliant green.
“Death El Fatale!” Yughragh bellowed, swinging the mace with all its might towards the towering roof.
The force of the impact shattered the building by impact as if it were struck by a powerful shockwave.
The building fell apart, and the three Hell Beasts began falling down at the tall orc.
However, the Hell Beasts recovered easily by suddenly unfurling their black wings.
They soared into the air and opened their disgusting jaws.
“Hoooowl!” They howled and shot out balls of hellfire from their mouths. The balls were so intensely hot that they instantly incinerated everything in their path.
“Karma El Fatale!” Yughragh screamed and swung the mace in front of him.
He sent a powerful green light at the incoming hellfire balls, and once they contacted each other, a powerful explosion rocked the earth and destroyed all the surrounding buildings.
One of the hellfire balls ricocheted to the side, flew across the town, and flew straight towards the escaping townspeople.
They screamed loudly as they felt immense heat approaching them. Their tears dried up in the immense heat, and they all resigned themselves to their deaths.
The families hugged their children, trying to protect them, and others tried to shove their loved ones out of danger’s way.
At that moment, a divine light descended from the sky and shattered the hellfire ball into tiny golden butterflies.
The butterflies gently landed on the ground, healing the burning wounds of everyone who had been inflicted by the heat.
They all turned towards the skies, where a golden-armored warrior descended from above, wielding a sword of pure sunlight.
“Creatures of evil!” God’s Paladin shouted with an enraged shout. “How dare you defy the light and bring suffering upon these innocent souls!”
“Huh?” Yughragh turned towards the glowing figure, who was floating in the sky without any wings or help.
It was as if he were simply levitating.
“Who… the hell are you?”
The Hell Beasts growled and backed away from the light. The light was their most dangerous enemy.
“I am Mikael, God’s Paladin. You evil creatures are not welcomed here!” Mikael shouted and lunged forward with his sword made of sunlight, cutting across the air. “Divine Judgement!”