LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 115: Mursha Confronts Her Past
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FLASH!
The little mass of black and golden steel resembling a slime with red eyes and with small fragments of the divine beast spirit inside of it was quickly teleported inside of Bing Xue’s Inner Realm.
It ended up falling over a pile of red and green-colored crystals, looking around in confusion. It was still in pain; its very existence was painful. It was once a prideful and mighty divine beast spirit that protected the lion and tiger tribes.
Yet they were betrayed by Leos, and with the power of the barbarian god, they were sealed and then butchered while still alive, creating a sword out of their body parts.
“Grryyyggh… Grruuguguh… Guh?”
It suddenly started sniffing the crystals it was standing on, exuding a strong and large amount of divinity crystallized inside. One of Bing Xue’s doppelgangers then appeared right by its side.
“Eat up! These are the crystals made out of the body of an avatar of the god that did this to you,” she smiled. “They’re diamonds, though; I wonder if you can eat them properly- Oh.”
Crunch, crunch, crunch!
The little beast immediately started eating the diamonds one after another, with enough biting force to reduce them into dust and swallow them, rapidly gaining a stronger divine aura.
“Good, keep eating; you’re doing a great job, dear.”
As she walked away, the large Spirit Tree next to her continued exuding its Spiritual Aura. With her Will, the tree’s roots spread out, surrounding the huge pile of diamonds and the little beast eating it.
The roots were shaped into an enormous wooden formation, with its specific runes and cores slowly emanating a larger amount of spiritual energy.
“The last ingredient...”
She sprinkled small soul fragments from Infernos, whom Peperina had just fought; the demons had left behind some of his soul pieces for her to eat.
But she decided to instead feed them to the creature, and the formation started glowing brightly, emanating a bright aura of spiritual divine power.
FLAAASH!
And then the creature, as it continued eating, and the spiritual energies infused into it, plus all the leftover divinity from the barbarian god, started to combine together, creating something new.
A process that could take months only took minutes inside her Inner Realm as she accelerated the time inside it.
A cocoon of sorts was already being formed, glistening with crimson and golden brilliance, and something inside was being created, reborn.
BA DUM!
BA DUM!
BA DUM!
The sound of its heartbeat reverberated across her Inner Realm, metal, flesh, crystals, and spiritual energies came together, further fueled by the barbarian god’s divine fragments.
“Rise, little beast; your revenge is soon to come.”
Bing Xue walked around the cocoon as it slowly started to gain small cracks, spreading around constantly over many days.
“Take back the world he stole from you.”
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Mursha glanced at the battlefield, her eyes widening as she saw two of the mighty Generals already having fallen in just half an hour since the War Games began. She felt relieved, though, by just how strong her entire army was, especially Bing Xue’s closest aides.
Leos had revealed his mighty armored form and his sword powers, yet he was defeated by the two wolf women that proclaimed themselves as Bing Xue’s mates, carrying her child in their wombs, managing to avenge the old beast tribes the ancient king had betrayed and given away to the barbarian god cult.
Infernos was killed mercilessly by the unassuming and small half-rabbitkin she had seen and barely interacted with, who showcased tremendous power that the orc warrioress had never thought she could have.
“They’re really strong people.” Mursha smiled. “I also have to do my own job; I can’t let them take on everything... Especially when this is personal.”
She swung her blade, slashing apart at her foes. She knew most of these fighters and knew they had points to spare, slashing their heads off anyway. Those that were newbies or weak had already been dealt with in the first minutes of the War Games, and now the only remaining fighters were the strongest out there.
“There she is!”
“Mursha, fight me!”
“The last member of the Bloodfang Tribe!”
“I’ll have your head today, dear!”
Several orcs, thralls, and beast-kins rushed towards her, wielding all sorts of weapons and utilizing all kinds of weapon arts and magic spells against her. Explosions of flames bombarded her; giant icicle spears attempted to impale her entire body; and mighty winds rushed, trying to push her back.
Yet Mursha was not defenseless against magic; she swung her axe, imbued with her blood and mana, for many years; it had grown into a special weapon, a Cursed Spiritual-type weapon imbued with her own emotions of hatred and her blood and those of the foes she had slain.
One of the abilities it awakened once it fully evolved was the power to break through magic itself.
“{Magic Eater}!”
She swung her axe down several times, breaking through the magic spells and making them explode and disappear with each blow. Her axe was growing stronger as its aura of mana increased with each mana spell destroyed.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“Who wanted to face me again?!”
Mursha smiled defiantly and menacingly as her foes trembled in horror. Her axe moved down, hacking their bodies into pieces mercilessly and splattering their bodies over the grasslands, painting them red.
“W-Wait a second!”
CRASH!
“M-Mercy!”
CRASH!
“Mursha, wait! Don’t be rough- Ugyaagh!”
CRASH!
She mercilessly took their lives, like they had mercilessly taken the lives of many others. She mostly did not care either way, as the bastards would revive later on. Well, perhaps not, as she noticed a lot of demons eating their souls right afterwards.
More and more warriors kept attacking her, with weapon arts coming from left and right. Piercing spear blows, slashing sword attacks, hacking axe blows, and crushing hammer strikes. Yet Mursha rapidly evaded and intercepted the blows, easily parrying them and beheading her foes one after another.
Her axe mercilessly tore through flesh, her body covered in the blood of her foes. As she roared like a warrior, her runes activated, making her grow stronger.
The Bloodfang Tribe Runes not only activated from the user’s own blood but also when they bathed in the blood of many foes, strengthening them.
She kept moving forward, leading a group of cavemen behind her to raid the Thralls Faction.
Suddenly…
FLASH!
“Wha…?!”
CLASH!
A giant shadow hand emerged behind her and then swung a massive sword against her. Mursha’s senses flared up as she barely managed to intercept the incoming blow, parrying it away and then releasing a blazing attack against the shadow hand with her other empty hand, destroying it.
BOOOM!
“Not bad!”
The voice of someone echoed behind her as the shadows kept fluctuating around her, quickly taking the shape of several more shadow claws, some grabbing her legs and then her hips, trying to push her down.
“You think these tricks are going to work against me again?!”
With a furious roar, Mursha unleashed a mighty shockwave of energy coming from her body, destroying the shadows instantly and then striking the ground with her axe, generating a huge explosion of blood flames, and shattering the floor, burning any grass left behind.
CRAAASH!
Whoever was sneaking around her was immediately forced to appear in front of her as the surroundings burned. Mursha smartly targeted her very shadows, where her foe was hiding.
“Tch, quite smart as always, aren’t you, my girl?”
FLUOSH!
The shadows quickly gathered, forming the enormous and lanky form of a Thrall and Orc hybrid, a man with the traits of both races, giving him tremendous power as well as speed and flexibility.
And above all, great power over Dark Magic that controls Shadows, Curses, and Darkness…
With pale gray skin, an ugly orc-like face, long silvery-white hair, and very long bat-like ears like those of Thralls, along with long arms with hands that reached his knees, giant hands with long fingers and even longer claws, and a lanky yet muscular appearance, one of the culprits behind what happened to her and her family in the past emerged.
Only wearing a black cloak, the man’s crimson eyes shone brightly beneath his hoodie, giving him both a mysterious and a dangerous appearance and aura.
Yet Mursha knew this man way too well; he had been the one that found her when she was hiding from the cult back then and the one that caused her parents and the tribe to sacrifice themselves for her sake.
“You finally show yourself, Obsidian, you filthy coward!” Mursha roared, her blood boiling in anger, as she faced the right hand of the barbarian god cult. “Things will be different now; this time I’ll kill you!”
“Hahah, I’ve always loved that attitude of yours, my dear,” the man smiled. “Always so savage and furious! You’re what an orc woman should be!”
“Shut up, you disgusting pig!” roared Mursha. “I’ve come here to settle things once and for all! I’ll kill you, and your soul will be eaten by those demons! Reviving will no longer be a thing for a bastard like you, who does not deserve it!”
“Is that so? So that’s what those things are doing.” Obsidian nodded with a smile. “But Mursha… You see, I am much, much stronger than you could ever be, dear. What are you even going to do against me? I mean, I can let you try if you want!”
FLUOSH!
Suddenly, Mursha found herself surrounded by dozens of shadow hands, wielding several weapons and swinging them against her, activating a dozen weapon arts at the same time, all within a split second of hitting her.
“Weak, you say?”
However, Mursha wasn’t as weak as he said anymore; golden energies were surging from her heart and spreading across the rest of her body.
Her physical strength, stamina, vitality, and senses suddenly skyrocketed as Primal Power, a gift from Fiery Hair, surged from her body, constantly producing more as she burned calories.
“I don’t think so!”
SLAAASH!
She spun at lightning speed, destroying every single weapon coming at her with her own axe, and then destroying all the shadow hands at the same time as she leaped towards Obsidian, her axe coming down towards his head.
“Today you’ll pay!”
“What?!”
CRASH!
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