The Damned Demon Chapter 112 Smell Of Fear

“Heh, I would like to see you try,” Asher let out a menacing laugh as he stood there with his arms out, which only filled Dreven with even more rage.

With just a single lunge, Dreven reached near Asher and grabbed his blazing skull with a roar, and smashed it against the tree behind him, crushing it before blasting it into smithereens.

“No! Master!” Merina let out a cry of anger and pain as she lunged toward Dreven to attack him with all her strength.

“Don’t test me further!” Dreven growled as he swung his arm casually to the side and struck Merina, making her back smash against a tree before falling to the ground in a half-conscious state.

Dreven unconsciously held back most of his strength when he struck Merina, making him realize even more how much he cared about her. This only made him clench his jaw and regret killing this loose tongue alien too fast, just like he must have wanted.

“Tsk, how pathetic. So big yet so weak. Your attack barely tickled me,” A deep, sarcastic voice echoed from the side as Dreven’s eyes widened and turned around to see broken bones mending themselves rapidly, and within just a few moments, Asher’s blazing skeleton was already standing before him, his head shaking side to side as if ridiculing him.

“No…You should be dead…” Dreven mumbled with a stupified expression, his eyes visibly shaking, trying to understand what the hell was going on.

The rest of the werewolves in his pack were also baffled and shocked to see Asher’s skeleton intact despite getting crushed into bits and pieces just a couple of seconds ago.

What kind of dark sorcery was this? They couldn’t even make sense of his skeletal form, let alone the fact that he came back from the dead. Would possessing an Immortal Bloodline let a person have such strange and mystical powers?

They began to realize now why some of their elders seemed greatly concerned that someone with the mythical Immortal Bloodline had awakened in the Bloodburn Kingdom.

Merina, who began to regain more of her senses, slowly raised her head and had her eyes glow upon seeing her Master standing up tall and mighty again. She knew in her heart that he wouldn’t die so easily, and even if she couldn’t make sense of how he came back, she was only worried if there was some kind of cost to his powers and if he could escape before he succumbed to any side effects.

Asher scoffed upon hearing Dreven’s mumble, “They all say that, but in the end, they are the ones who die,” He said, his hollow eyes and his tone oozing a sense of danger and finality that made Dreven feel a strange sense of dread.

But he came back to his senses and wondered why he was even getting bothered by the words of someone so weak. There must be a great price to his strange abilities, and all he had to do was—

“About your mother, is she hot enough to handle my dick?” Asher asked as his bony teeth looked like it was grinning at him.

Dreven’s pupils shook with uncontrollable rage as he clutched Asher’s bony neck and again smashed him into a tree, “I will make you regret every word you said!” Dreven crushed his spine as he saw the rest of his bony body fall to the ground.

But just as he was about to think he was done for good, his eyes widened upon seeing Asher’s spine reconstructing itself rapidly, and within the next few moments, he was already standing before him with flames blazing all over his body.

“It’s rude to attack someone who asked a genuine question,” Asher said as he shook his head in disapproval.

“Fuck you!” Dreven’s frustration only increased as he punched Asher’s skull with all his rage and hatred poured into it. He was beginning to wonder how many times he has to ‘kill’ this weird fucking skeleton before he dies for real.

Asher’s skull caved in and broke into bits and pieces upon the impact of Draven’s fist filled with his rage.

“Will you be addressing me as your father once I am done with your mother?” Asher spoke in a tone of ridicule as his bony jaws reconstructed themselves.

The werewolves standing around held their breath upon hearing his words since it also made them see blood in their eyes upon having their leader’s pride getting insulted again and again. Their leader’s pride was their pride as well.

Dreven felt a pounding in his ears as his blood flow increased to the extremities of his body.

“GRAAWRRR!” He let out a guttural roar as the air around his claws began to boom with dark mana, his eyes shining with killing intent.

His muscles expanded as he drew every ounce of strength in his body towards his claws, making the ground beneath his feet shake as he launched his attack, the darkness of his mana spreading like an inky pool.

*BOOM!*

Dreven’s claws struck Asher, sniffing out his flames forcibly, and his charred skeleton getting blasted into bits while the tree behind Asher exploded into a thousand pieces under the sheer shockwaves of Dreven’s attack.

In his rage, Dreven used his special attack to finish this fucking alien once and for all.

But right after a few moments, Dreven gnashed his teeth upon seeing Asher’s skeletal body coming together and standing before him again, “Hahaha…I pity you, son, for being so weak. I will make sure your mother gives birth to a worthy one with the help of my seed,” He said as he let out a deep, guttural laugh, the mocking and bitter sound echoing through the forest.

“JUST DIE!” Dreven threw away all thoughts of torturing this alien fuck since all he wanted was to make him shut up forever.

*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*

Everyone had their jaws slack as they watched Dreven gather his dark mana towards his hand to claw at Asher again and again, destroying his bones right as they began to regenerate.

By now, more than anger, they were feeling a sense of uneasiness seeing the consort coming back again and again. They couldn’t shake off this feeling that something was wrong, especially after noticing how Dreven’s attacks weren’t having any effect on the consort other than temporarily ‘killing’ him. They had never seen such an indestructible lich. They didn’t even know if he was even a lich in the first place. Nothing just seemed to make sense.

Merina didn’t know if she was imagining things or not. She somehow found the strength to pull herself up and lean against a tree while watching her Master provoking Dreven every chance he could get, which only made Dreven increase the intensity of his attacks each time. She couldn’t begin to fathom how he managed to come back despite getting struck by such deadly attacks.

But she also noticed how Dreven seemed to be getting tired and weaker with every attack, as would anyone else upon attacking with all their strength non-stop.

The surrounding trees were uprooted, rocks were shattered, and the very muddy earth was blasted away by the intense force behind Dreven’s relentless attacks.

“Did your sack get cut off as a kid? No wonder you could only watch as everything gets taken from you,” Asher mocked him for the umpteenth time, making Dreven take in a sharp breath, his eyes blinded with boiling rage.

“GROAARRR!!” Dreven let out the loudest roar in his life as he used both his claws to attack Asher with his strongest attack.

*BHOOOM!*

The earth shook as the few trees right behind Asher were blasted away in different directions as the powerful surge of Dreven’s dark mana spread through the air.

“Haa..ha…ha…” Dreven began to pant with a bent back as his fur became wet from the drops of sweat riddling his huge body.

The cloud of rage in his eyes began to get slowly clear up as he regained some clarity of mind. His hands were still shaking after expending so much mana in a short period of time, and the fact that he had to expend himself so much for someone so weak only filled him with unrest. If this alien with an Immortal Bloodline was this troublesome to deal with, then how much more troublesome would he be after becoming even more powerful?

Just the thought of that was enough to make him feel like it would be a nightmare, and he felt glad he was able to crush him before he could grow to be a dangerous force.

“Is that the best you got?” A menacing, deep voice echoed behind Dreven, making him feel a cold chill travel down his spine.

With a look of disbelief, he slowly turned around and saw this blazing charred skeleton looking at him with crossed arms.

Dreven was actually scared more than he wanted to admit since how could a man not fear what he couldn’t kill?

But he didn’t want to admit this to himself as he channeled his rage towards his claws to strike Asher’s face, but at the same time, Asher’s hand moved like lightning as he used his bony fist to meet Dreven’s claw.

*Crack!*

“Graargh!!” Dreven’s eyes widened in horror as he broke his own wrist after his claws made contact with an unyielding resistance, making him let out a roar of pain. His hand went numb from the impact, his bones shattered, and he felt like he had struck solid iron. But as if that was not enough, the skin on his fist was charred till his bones were visible, making it sting like hell.

The others took in a mouthful of cold breath in terror as they witnessed this sight.

With a trembling gaze, Dreven looked at Asher, whose bones didn’t even have a crack in the slightest despite his attack. But what made his legs weak was the intimidating and raging aura from his body, exuding raw power that was far times higher than what it was before.

The very air around him seemed to warp and bend under the pressure of his eerie green flames, and a palpable sense of dread permeated the area. He felt as if he was in the presence of a being that was beyond his comprehension as terror captured his senses.

“Do you smell that? That is the smell of fear coalescing in the pit of your soul,” Asher said in a deep growl, sounding like a voice that came from the depths of hell.

Dreven heard the sound of his heartbeat thrashing in his ears as every instinct in his body screamed at him to run.

But his eyes shook when Asher’s aura crackled with intense energy as he let out a deep growl. In a swift and powerful motion, his foot shot out and aimed a devastating kick at Dreven’s chest.

*THUK!*

*HOWLLLLLL*

The sound of an earth-shattering impact and the resulting shockwaves echoed through the air as Dreven’s body was sent flying backward, throwing him dozens of meters through the air.

His body tumbled end over end, crashing through trees and bushes, making them shake with the impact as they creaked and snapped.

*Thlsh!*

Dreven’s mangled body fell to the muddy ground with a muffled sound. His once powerful and imposing form lay lifeless on the ground, twisted at an unnatural angle, and his chest caved in completely. His eyes were wide open as if they were still terrified of a certain someone, though the light within them was extinguished.

The werewolves in Dreven’s pack stood frozen, their eyes wide with shock and fear upon seeing their pack leader kicked to death with just one move.

*HOWLLLLL*

However, one of them had been howling the moment Dreven got kicked, and as if they all came to a sudden mutual understanding amidst their terror and shock, the rest also let out blood-curdling howls, echoing through the forest…their voices combining to form a chorus of desperation and fear.

*Whizz!*

The sound of air getting cut by something very sharp and swift echoed around the werewolves as they saw with widened eyes a ring blade blazing with dark green flames curving through the air and slashing through the necks of their brothers and sisters.

Since the werewolves were standing in a circular formation, the ring blade curved through the air, severing the necks of these werewolves in a clean and precise fashion as their headless corpses began to fall to the ground.

The werewolf standing at the other end had her eyes widened upon seeing this ring blade cutting through the air and the flesh of her brethren at a terrifying speed.

“GROWLL!!!” In her desperation, she stopped howling and lunged towards Asher to try and maul him with all her strength.

Asher casually raised his hand upon seeing her coming.

*Slshk!*

*whine-* The low, pitiful sound of a werewolf’s whimper echoed as the ring blade slashed open the back of the werewolf that was about to pounce on Asher.

She had no idea that Asher summoned his blade back, and she happened to be in the same trajectory as the blade.

As she lay dying on the ground, she saw this terrifying death god not even looking at her, as if he had just killed a fly.

[ Weapon Name : Blade of Damnation || Enhanceable]

[ Status : Linked ||  STR + 60% || DEX +60%  ]

[ MP : 10 / 5870 ]