Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World - Chapter 706

706: Awakening of the Divine Demon Blade 706: Awakening of the Divine Demon Blade Velvet’s lungs burned as if filled with liquid magma; her lips parted, trying to suck more air to adjust her breathing.

She gripped her halberd, covered in nicks and refused to back down.

‘These monsters!’ Maybe if she’d been fresh and hadn’t spent the day training, she could…

‘No, I am being arrogant.

These enemies are stronger than my best.’ “Hmm~ it looks like she won’t give in so easily, kekeke.” Funf rolled onto her back, watching the two facing off from her dragon’s back.

“Drei, remember not to break the limiter or we’ll all be dragged back and get scolded.” ‘Limiter?’ The word took a moment to register in Velvet’s mind.  Her lungs burned, ached, and countless negative emotions swirled around that pain, enhancing it further.

“This isn’t their full power…” As she watched the emotionless face of the twin swordsman, it was clear that this was a fact, and it destroyed Velvet’s pride.

Velvet glanced back at the three still within her shrinking domain, the barrier of holy light crushing it with each second that passed.

“I know, stop getting in the way.”  Drei looked at Velvet as if she were nothing, not a rival; it was the look someone might give to a piece of trash on the road.

“Stop standing there and move, or should I kill those three insects first?” “!!!”  Velvet clenched her jaw tightly, licking the blood inside her mouth.

The irritation that she couldn’t just crush this man, the black steel in her hands shook, despite her gripping it tightly.

‘Am I scared?’ Emotions that her magic and curse allowed her to ignore for the past hundred years.

All suddenly bloomed, different from the happiness and positive feelings that Asmodeus brought.

Woosh!

She pushed off the floor so hard, her body shot towards the Arbiter, with flames hissing around her cracked scale armour with both arms in the air.

Her halberd cut through the air with a vicious downward slash.  “Foolish.”  Drei’s eyes traced her blade, his right arm flicking the golden sword without effort, creating a beautiful trail of light that floated through the sky.  Clang!

“You!”  Her blade bounced off his; there was a massive difference in strength and skill.

A divine being, against a mortal.

As the purple sparks flung back, enveloping Velvet like welcoming arms, his left hand thrust out, and his white sword pierced towards her guts.

Slash…

“Hrrk….!” Velvet held her side while staggering back.  Although she turned her body by tensing her abdomen and right leg, which anchored her body as she pushed off the ground with her left to achieve the sharp pivot.

Drei’s blade still penetrated her scales and gouged her stomach.  “Haa….

this is….

tsk!

Ptooey.”  Velvet spat blood while closing one eye.

Her core ached, her eyes burned, and her muscles screamed.

She’d reached her limit.

It was a foolish belief that she couldn’t defeat this man, even if she wanted to fight…

because of the three below.

‘It’s a miracle that woman hasn’t attacked them.’  She couldn’t understand the red-haired beauty, why she just watched, and sometimes seemed to help her.

Velvet knew she wasn’t an ally.

But without her, this small male would have taken her life twice already.  “This is boring.”  “Eh?” “Why not surrender?

I don’t have the time dealing with such a weakened prey.”  “…” Despite Drei’s words, Velvet couldn’t or rather wouldn’t, respond.

If she gave in, there was no telling what might happen.

She clung to her weapon as her wings began to dissipate into particles of purple mana.

‘What if I give up and he takes my life in that momentary opening?’ Velvet gripped her weapon tighter and began squeezing the last ounces from the tiniest traces of aura into her halberd. A layer of purple flames wrapped around her arms, slowly drifting to her halberd, to envelop the sharp head.  “I won’t.” Crack!  Suddenly, the floor below Drei shattered, and his body sank into a deep crater of several metres as his eyes narrowed into a dark glare.

“It was rhetorical.”  Bang!  Clang, Clack, Shing!  Drei’s body exploded with a golden aura, the heat and intensity enough to burn the surface of Velvet’s exposed flesh.

His attacks became brutal, sheer force cut through the air in a flurry of aggressive blows.

The moment he launched himself at her, Velvet abandoned defence, twirling her halberd to deflect and parry the heavy strikes.

Each blow sank her into the dirt, cracking the mountain’s surface deeper and deeper.

“Hah!” With a burst of violet flames, her halberd cut across the arbiter’s body.  “Foolish!”  Without even looking or changing his posture.

Drei’s right blade crossed his abdomen, while his left dragged across Velvet’s chest in a deep diagonal slash.

Vwooom!  A flash of golden light exploded from the sword upon contact.  The force sent Velvet’s body crashing into the crater.

She bounced dozens of times, rolling rapidly until slamming into the mountain wall a few metres from the three meditating demons.

“Arrrgh…..” Her left arm dangled loosely, pouring with blood from the deep, almost fatal wound.

“You fuck….

er….!” Anger, regret and frustration exploded as her hair lowered, the scales faded, and blood pooled in her mouth.

It tasted vile and sweet…

a bitter and disgusting taste that she hated.

[Velvet!] Serena’s voice came from closer; there was less static this time.

‘Have I held on enough…

is it alright to rest?’ Velvet’s eyes oozed streams of dark blood.

The black of her sclera bled out, turning white.

Because of her deep wounds and her body empty of energy, she returned to her human form.

In her darkening vision…

a brilliant sword and a familiar face gently reached out to her.  *** A few moments before Velvet’s defeat.

*** ‘Velvet had always been there for us.’ Vinea’s heart trembled in the calm depths of her mind.

She thought back to the days before she met Asmodeus, when her little sister suffered from a curse.

A curse that even her family found disgusting.

The king, her uncle and even her little sister.  Why was it only she who never suffered this curse?

Her heart wavered at their filthy lies and rumours.

The nobles once whispered that Vinea might not be Avandar’s daughter.

She may be the child of another and share no royal blood.

‘Such a foolish time…’ During those days, she met a woman who guided her.

A weak woman who managed to use her curse and make it into strength.

“You’re definitely his daughter.” These were a strange old woman…

Velvet’s words to a young woman about to reach adulthood.  ‘With just these words, I found my place.’  Velvet, who hid her true lineage, teased and trained the young Vinea after learning that she didn’t hate Linea despite the curse and being a witch.  To Vinea, Velvet was countless things: a friend, a mentor, a sister and an aunt.  ‘I have to stand up, I must become strong…

this time it’s our chance to repay her.’ Grigor’s struggle, for countless decades…

knights and countless heroes all owed Velvet their gratitude.  Even now, the sound of her struggling, suffering just to buy the time for Vinea and the others to recover and reach a safe breakthrough.  ‘Just how…’  There was a surge of heat in Vinea’s abdomen, different from the past, nothing as she’d felt before; it was hot, unruly and seared her insides.  ‘Is this my power?’  An unruly, but earnest heat…

the brilliance flowed through her limbs, seeping into the tiniest gaps of her bones, veins and marrow.

“Urk…!”  A sharp taste of sour bile and iron flowed up through her throat as Vinea’s senses exploded.

Even with eyes closed, she could sense the sharp prickle of the distant creatures’ auras.

It was fine, but heavy and carried an actual weight.

Thud!  Suddenly, a dark mass slammed against the wall…

she struggled to breathe, blood poured from her lips as she reached out to her weapon.  ‘It’s time to repay her…’ *** “Eh…?” VWOOOOOOOM!

An explosion of brilliance surrounded the basin.

At first, Velvet thought it was the enemy, slashing her weapon with a pathetic strike.  However…

The light wasn’t hot or violent as it seemed, with the soft flickers of light sinking into Velvet’s flesh.

The bloody mess of her arm started to bubble and soon rejoined.

‘What the…?!’ Her mind became clearer.

More and more divine aura poured into her body like an endless pool; the golden light illuminated the entire basin like a second sun.

“W….who?” Velvet croaked as she tried to see the figure standing in front of her in the blinding light.

And then she heard a familiar voice, the voice of someone she cherished.

“Calm yourself down, Balmung!” A small back, covered in silver plate armour flecked with pure white feathers…

unlike the demons and other wives, she was like an angel.  Six perfectly identical white wings and a golden halo.

‘No, her skin is…’ Different from the pure white and silver armour and wings…

Vinea’s flesh was black, filled with bloody, swollen veins bulging down her arms.  In her hand, a massive pure white sword with an ink black aura.  Balmung…

although it might have existed in many mythologies.

Thanks to the union of demonic, divine and human energies.

A new blade was born.  The Divine Demon Blade Balmung.

When Velvet opened her eyes, a deep ravine in the earth from the tip of the blade to the mountains that her opponents stood upon had vanished.

A massive chunk of the basin disappeared as if sliced.  And above…

the enemy she faced desperately was glowing in the white armour she remembered from their wedding day.

“You’ve really grown….

Vinea.”