A Dragon Idol's Reincarnation Tale - Chapter 475: An Eye for an Eye.

[“Damn invaders! Killers! Murderers!”] he shouted once again, but instead of roaring, his body jerked back, clutching his head in pain. He struggled, stomping on the ground as if he was in constant agony, desperately trying to get rid of that feeling. His rampage almost caused him to run into the mud wall.

[“That is not a perfected formula!”] Belzac stated. [“That thing cannot even be called a demonkin at this point. A feral monster, fully consumed by its instincts. Simply because it can speak does not hide the fact it had given its sanity away for one last chance at victory. You ought to dispose of this creature. We have a more urgent foe to fight against!”]

He said that as if it was so easy. Fleindia and my students were behind me, meaning we outnumbered the sin heir once again, but we lacked the sheer fighting power from before with our stronger members away. Yet, we had no other choice.

[“Tatsuya, Kyouya; flank me. Asaka, come on my back. Fleindia—”]

[“I understand!”] Fleindia answered before I could finish my sentence.

As our party got into formation, the sin heir suddenly stopped moving. His hand dropped from his head before he looked towards us, drooling as his lack of a jaw left his tongue dangling out. He was just glaring at us, but then I noticed he redirected his gaze to Fleindia for a moment before he rushed at us.

The explosive mist coming from his body rushed at us, forcing Asaka to mold her beige slime into a protective shield, using it to block the initial explosion. As the dust cloud spread around, I jumped, fully charging my electrical might as I slammed on the ground, forcing the sin heir to step back before it unleashed a flurry of slashes at me. A mindless action.

[“Duty. Duty. Duty. Duty!”] He kept repeating that one word as I effortlessly avoided his attacks while relying on my shadow armor to block most of the explosions. I ignored his ramblings but, despite cutting off our telepathic link, this man kept attempting to reconnect, failing sometimes, succeeding other times.

Regardless, it bought us just enough time for everybody to get ready. Kyouya managed to reapply his shadow armor on his best friend and himself, while Fleindia had finished her chant for [Noble Prayer]. At the same time, the rest of the party had the opportunity to drink their mana potions, while Asaka helped me drink the stat elixirs Tasianna made for us.

Strength, Intelligence, Vitality, Wisdom, Agility—it took our alchemists a ton of time to create enough for our entire group, to the point we had to buy some of them to finish our raid’s supply. I had to reserve some for later, so for now, I only needed an Agility elixir.

[Noble Prayer (Dark Defence)] [Potion Buff (Agility)] inflicted on [Young Stygian-Scaled Fenrir, Saori Segawa]

With everything set, I bit into the sin heir’s arm, pulling him toward me, allowing for Asaka to bash him in the head with a twilight slime mace. As the transformed demonkin staggered for a split second, I launched a point-blank [Voltage Impact] into his chest, blasting him away before I used [Dark Tendrils] to pull him back, tying up his arms and legs.

As I pulled him back, Kyouya charged into him. His shadow armor broke apart and strapped themselves onto the sin heir, helping him restrict the demonkin’s movement before he switched out for Tatsuya, who targeted his legs. Misaki’s arrow from before might be gone, but the wound was still there. He was aiming his spear on that spot to cripple him.

Although the demonkin was absorbing the dark mana coming from Kyouya’s skill and my spells, it helped us more than him, as the exploding fire mist finally disappeared and was replaced by simple black, solid matter. With his demonic ability weakened by Fleindia and his lack of a rational mind to adapt to the situation, this fight quickly proved Belzac’s prediction correct.

It was a sad, pitiful last attempt for survival. Like a rabbit clawing its way away from death from a wolf. Risking everything for one final attempt, although a futile one, as arcane corruption was slowly eating his body away.

[“Home. Duty. I must fight, fight, FIGHT!”] he howled inside my head. [“Must fight. Must fight. Duty, duty. For kin, for fami—”]

[“Enough,”] I declared before slamming my paw into his face with a [Voltage Impact]. I felt his skull shattering under my attack, but what surprised me was how his flesh regenerated, preventing me from fully destroying it.

In the next moment, his mandibles snatched my paw, holding it tightly around him to the point I could feel his tongue licking my soles. I unleashed a bolt through my limb, shocking his brain but he simply used this chance to continue absorbing my mana for no apparent reason. Doing this would only make Asaka’s next holy or twilight attack deal more damage, though.

However, as I was trying to make sense of the actions of a mindless, mutated demonkin, my eyes widened when I noticed his black skin suddenly turned purple again. The wrinkles to express his emotions became clearer through the lighter tone, unnerving me as I realized he wasn’t grimacing at all. He was smiling.

[“Duty. Duty. Fight. My life for Bole’Taria!”] he said before he ripped off one of his arms from Kyouya’s shadow shackles. The flesh on the stump bubbled before it regrew a hand, using it to grab my forearm.

At this point, my skills were warning me to dodge back, but as I tried to pull my leg away, black matter in the form of tentacles grew from the sin heir’s arm, clutching onto my limb before the black hand changed into purple, bloating up in the process. My eyes widened in horror before I arched my head back, protecting Asaka as the hand exploded and sent me flying back.

I groaned and looked down, noticing my shadow armor had been blown away along with some of my white fur, scarring my skin black. I then called out to Asaka, checking to see if she was okay, but she quickly redirected my attention to the sin heir. Pushing Tatsuya to the side, the demonkin rushed over towards Fleindia.

Shit!

Before I could react, Kyouya intercepted the sin heir, enduring a large tackle that he only managed to stop by shedding his shadow armor once again and using it like a cage. Sadly, this time the former demonkin broke through it in a matter of seconds, but thankfully it was just long enough for Asaka to throw a pair of shackles made from twilight slime.

They snapped right onto the sin heir’s legs, causing him to tumble on the ground, only for him to do a cartwheel to recover. As he landed, he cut right through his legs, freeing himself and relying on his troll-like regeneration to regain his mobility. Once again, it only delayed him for a moment, but every second was precious. This was enough time for me to catch up and tackle him into the mud wall.

Pulled away by the pressure from the geyser-like wall, the sin heir was forcibly dragged into the air before being thrown out. As he was free falling, he screamed into our heads once again before two bone wings grew out of his back.

W-wait, that’s a lust power! How? I watched all of this unfurled in horror.

[“… That elixir. It seems our information on it has become outdated,”] Belzac said, worried. [“This ‘Demon’s Grace’ is different to the one they gave the humans.”]

I clicked my tongue. [“Rabid beast?”]

[“Do not chastise me. That was my analysis and I still stand by it. His mind was fractured and was reduced to primitive, instinctual thinking. Although he can talk telepathically and create simple tactics, this is not a person. This is but a beast,”] Belzac rebuked, still filled to the brim with pride. Admitting a mistake wouldn’t make me lose respect for him, but to this wolf, appearances mattered too much.

Disregarding our talk, the fighting quickly continued when the sin heir swooped down, aiming for Fleindia, only for me to intercept him by smacking him with my tail like a baseball bat. He crashed into the ground and got up immediately afterwards, forcing me to unleash a concentrated bolt of stygian lightning at the man.

Although strong enough to demolish a stone wall, my attack only confirmed that dark elemental attacks had no effect on him at this point, as was pushing back, quickly closing the distance between us. Accepting this, I stopped the lightning and moved in a zig-zag pattern, confusing him before engaging into a brutal melee scuffle while Asaka tried landing some strikes from my back.

[“Tatsuya, I need you to transforms his elemental alignment to something else!”] I said.

Listening to me, Tatsuya’s reforged armguard roared into action, glowing red before he was able to create a small fire around his palm. He then “smeared” it all over the tip of his spear, coating it in flames before he aimed his weapon at the sin heir.

[“The toxin should be spreading with all the flesh growth, right? It’ll take some more strikes, Sensei,”] he stated.

Manticore’s Venom Drencher: A manatech-based spear made using the solidified [Corrosive Fire] of an [Obsidian Blaze Dragon] and the stinger of a [Poison-Scarred Manticore]. Fused with eoriant for a solid foundation, this spear delivers a dosage of toxins with every strike as long as a catalyst is included and mana is spent.

Attack Power: 1980

Skill: [Mana Conductor Lv. 7] [Mana Efficiency Lv. 6] [True Spear Mastery Lv. 1] [Decreased Weight Lv. 8] [All Damage Enhancement Lv. 1] [Herculean Power Lv. 1] [Speed of Sound Lv. 1] [Mind’s Eye Lv. 1] [Durability Loss Reduction Lv. 10] [Explosion Pressure Nullification] [Manticore’s Acid Venom]

Rune: [Defensive Rune: Auracoil] [Defensive Rune: Pavise] [Passive Rune: Clean Blade] [Attack Rune: Triple Strike] [Passive Rune: Stamina Beast] [Passive Rune: Corrosion Resistance] [Magic Rune: Tailwind]

[Noble Prayer (Dark Defence)] [Potion Buff (Agility)] inflicted on [Young Stygian-Scaled Fenrir, Saori Segawa]

Manticore’s Acid Venom: The venom of a manticore turns any toxins used with this weapon acidic

Tatsuya’s newest weapon, a beautiful spear that fully utilized the fact we had an abundance of toxins in our storage. With it in hand, the two of us dueled the sin heir, while Kyouya helped Fleindia get onto my back. With the sin heir’s increased mobility, keeping Fleindia kneeling on the ground to maintain her unique skill was too dangerous.

During this entire battle, Asaka eventually managed to lodge her twilight scythe into the sin heir’s wounded leg, causing him to jerk in pain from the elemental weakness. This left a window just large enough for Tatsuya to jump onto him with [Dragoon Jump] and pierce his leg with the burning spear. He then channeled fire with his elemental armguard before releasing it like a flamethrower, scorching the sin heir’s face.

Befitting Belzac’s analysis of a “primitive, instinctual thinking,” the sin heir was fooled into absorbing the flames to endure the attack, to the point his flesh regenerated through the continuous flame spew. He then cut off his wounded leg, regrowing a new one without the arrow hole.

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He lunged forward, grabbing me by the shoulder, where I noticed his arms turning purple again. After being fooled by this tactic once, I was able to form a conjecture on what happened. He was literally weaponizing arcane corruption, reminding me how Hestia explained Mom’s legs “blew up” from [Arcane Fever (Major)].

How morbid.

Yet, aside from the obvious explosions, I once again felt something entering my body. Now knowing why my skills warned me to dodge away, I had the ability to remain calm and think through the sin heir’s attack pattern. It got me thinking how the standard [Mana Control] allowed you to donate mana onto others. That was how we “healed” Tasianna.

If he could absorb my mana, he should also be able to inject his arcane corrupted mana into my mana. Maybe that was this “intrusive” feeling I felt whenever he touched me, or, it was simply disgust of being touched by him. Regardless, I disliked it, so I would deal with it like a normal lady would—run away.

Umbral Skip!

The spell activated just as his arms exploded, allowing me to create some distance between us. Flabbergasted at my sudden disappearance, I waited just long enough for Tatsuya to retrieve his spear and flee, before finishing preparing my [Hadaen Dragon Thunder]. The usually ear-ringing blast of thunder was reduced to not even a meek whimper, but yet its destructiveness showed itself once again as it consumed two houses before it hit the sin heir of envy.

Shoving him right through the mud wall, I unintentionally also caused the entire construct to fall apart. It was only a wall section, just enough for me to see onto the other side. I stopped my spell, but felt too uneasy. He was high leveled according to Vifi, so I should have gotten a level by killing him. Yet, where was it?

Focus! I closed my eyes, relying on my nose and skills, trying to find a clue through all the smoke and dust. There were signals all around me, some were fighting while others were running away. In fact, just south of us, there was a large group quickly approaching us, but I ignored all of them. I only needed one single signal. Just one …

There!

I snapped my head around to the ground.

[“Asaka. I need you to build a slime platform beneath us. Like a tower!”]

Without questioning me, she listened and conjured up a graffiti can, spraying underneath me before the twilight slime grew into size. It quickly exploded in size like a rising muffin until our entire group was sent into the sky.

Peering down this “tower,” I noticed a crack on the ground before it broke apart, causing the slime tower to fall over. In the next moment, mud shot out of the hole as I noticed a person riding the mud wave up like an escalator. It was Rein’Yond!

Absorb the dark mana to survive the spell and then absorb the mud from the wall. That was why it suddenly broke apart, and then he used the dust clouds caused by my spell to hide beneath us. “Simply a beast,” ha!

That was my conclusion at least. Seeing the mud wall crumble from simply drilling through it felt too weird for me to believe. Nevertheless, the damage was done as I noticed the left side of his body had turned into dust, disintegrating with every second instead of regrowing. Was he running out of mana?

Identif—

I stopped my appraisal attempt when I noticed somebody pulling on my fur. It was Fleindia. She suddenly pointed at the sky and conjured a small white magic circle before dispelling it. She then pointed at my white fur and then the sin heir. She then turned to Tatsuya and waved her arm like a bird, before getting off me to grab his shoulders from the back.

[“M-Miss Fleindia!”] the young man stuttered, blushing. [“N-no, wait, this isn’t—”]

[“Get your mind out of the gutter!”] Asaka chastised him. [“She wants a piggyback ride! Carry her on your back while you fly away in your felwing form. Go! She has a plan, so just go with it!”]

[“R-right, right! That’s what I thought!”] he shouted before doing what he was told, all with a face as red as a tomato.

As they flew away, I noticed the sin heir turning his attention to them. Using his bone wings, he attempted to pursue them but Asaka, Kyouya, and I intercepted him, sending him crashing into the ground where I threw a [Voltage Impact] at him, but missed just at the last moment. He then kicked me, forcing Kyouya to slam his shadow shield into his face, giving Asaka just enough time to swing her mace, landing a direct hit on his mandibles.

Sadly, her low level meant she barely did any damage, but at least stunning him allowed me to land my next attack. Fleindia pointed at my fur, and if she had a plan, then the only reason for her to do that was to tell me to use my stygian lightning. To transform the sin heir’s element back to dark.

I did just that, blasting him with enough lightning to stun a normal person, but he would simply shrug it off as the mist surrounding him turned into a solid matter.

… Just like Davison. Just as hard to kill as that damn guy.

[“Why kill us? What have we done?”] his voice echoed in my head as he glared at us. His feral rage from before having subsided, replaced by a more quiet fury. [“What did we do to deserve all of this? You kill us, we kill you. You condemn us. Evil in the eyes of that goddess. When we were betrayed.”]

Huh? My eyes widened. It wasn’t an illusion. The sin heir had stopped attacking and growling.

[“We have as much of a right to live in this world as you! Yet, you listen to her drivel and enforce her will onto this world like a slave. What do we have? Who do we have? Otherworlders?”]

He definitely regained his sanity!

His arm and disfigured face began to reform. He was still grunting in pain from the arcane corruption, but he still kept talking to me. [“If I die today, then I will take you with me, for my comrades and prince—!”]

However, just as he was about to stop, he turned around, staring as a horde of water velociraptors charged in. All of them ignored me while others rushed and jumped onto the sin heir, forcing him to fend them off, rather easily even. His eyes were darting around until they snapped to a shadow—Krim-Slak.

With his voice hidden in this silence field and signal obfuscated by the army of dinosaurs, he had successfully snuck close enough for him to land a direct hit on the demonkin. His halberd lit up with blue mana as fangs made from water formed on its edge and began moving so fast, it almost looked like a buzz saw.

With the halberd ripping right through him, the sin heir stumbled back only for another shadow to appear behind him. He only managed to get a glance before two axes were rammed into his neck and waist respectively.

The demonkin roared in silence, trying to swipe at his aggressor, revealing the attacker to be Grazlahta. The latter dodged back, disappearing into the “sea” of raptors, leaving the demonkin behind to grab the axes and rip them off him. He glared at the tools and began absorbing the water coating them to recover, only for him to turn around to dodge a slime spear Asaka threw at him.

He glared at us only for Krim-Slak to snatch Asaka and give her a ride out, while I disappeared with [Umbral Skip], appearing right above him. He snapped his head up, only for his arms and legs to be restricted by Kyouya’s shadow cage, keeping him in place for me to shoot my spell.

One last Hadaen Dragon Thunder! You will die now! Fire!

And the stygian lightning exploded out in front of me, sending me flying up a bit from the wind pressure. The beam landed right onto the sin heir, ruining the ground around until it turned into something like a reverse donut. Unfortunately, Rein’Yond survived, gasping for life as he had successfully managed to absorb the brunt of my spell.

Yet, when he looked around him, his head jerked up as he noticed nobody else was around. Our allies and I were outside of the white magic circle forming in the air, signaling the demonkin’s execution. When he realized what was looming over him, he reached his hand up, readying himself to block it, only for me to snipe him with [Stygian Lightning], blasting his arms out of the way just as the spell activated.

Omnictus, I thought as Fleindia showed the world why she is more than just a [Noble Prayer] user. She was still a Saintess, master of holy magics!

In just the blink of an eye, heaven’s judgement smited the demonkin with a massive, baseball stadium-sized beam, leaving everything but living creatures in peace. As the blinding light disappeared, our group all gathered around the epicenter of the spell, seeing the sin heir slouching on the ground. He was still twitching, but he could not even move.

[“Thank you, Krim-Slak. Grazlahta.”] I nodded in appreciation. [“We could not have kept him down that quickly without your help. I was already dreading the Territory battle if you hadn’t ambushed him.”]

[“Better rogues than our master spy,”] Asaka teased me, causing me to glare at her, all to the laughter of the saurians.

They bumped their chests and smacked the backs of Tatsuya and Kyouya, congratulating them for surviving another battle, I presumed. They then went ahead of us, retrieving their weapons. They grinned, meaning their weapons weren’t damaged. They then turned their attention to the demonkin as his voice entered our head.

[“Unfair … Once again. Unfair. I was ready to fight, but this is how it ends? Outnumbered? What have I done with my life for it to end like this? All that training?”] He weakly raised his head, looking at the two saurians as they readied to execute him. They had the right for Akasht’s death. [“Saurians … westerners … Why? Why have none of you helped us even once? We just want to live …”]

… It wasn’t like I couldn’t sympathize with the demonkin’s situation, but after all he had done, I couldn’t really pity him. His rage was true and him questioning the world in his last moment was all justified. Killing and ruining the lives of many was the work of the cycle of hatred caused by this endless war between two races.

An eye for an eye, but always remember what first caused it. That is your fate.

[“You stand no chance against my cousin … Our Prince shall suffocate all of you. Your princess will have her soul consumed for causing—Grak!”]

Krim-Slak smacked him in the face, silencing him before raising his halberd. The two saurians stood over him, casting their shadows down. They gripped their weapons and—[Foresight] began ringing in my head.

Urrk!

No sound. Nothing. Still nothing. I couldn’t sense a bullet or projectile. Yet, I could feel. I felt the wind squeeze around my hind legs, like two giant hands crushing my joints. I reflexively jerked them out of the way, but when I did, the squeezing intensified until I somehow felt lighter.

My posture was destroyed and I crashed on the ground, rolling soundlessly before the pain finally appeared. My body rattled, feeling a stream of agony course through my body from my legs. I looked down, gritting my teeth to endure the pain, only to widen my eyes in horror as I saw both of my hind legs were gone from my thighs down.

What!

I darted my head eyes around before Belzac told me to calm down and look to the side, where I found my amputated legs. What happened?

“Lalalalala lulu lolala.”

Sound. Finally, sound … Sound! How?

At the same time as I felt this, I noticed the water raptors all being squeezed to death, exploding in a gush of water. The saurians, my students, and Fleindia, all of us noticing what was happening around me, gasped in horror at my pitiful state, only to look up. In the next moment, the saurians raised their weapons, only for them to shatter for no reason, before they both lost their legs as well, falling on to the ground just like me.

“Graaa!” The saurians shouted … The saurians shouted! How? The silence field should still be up, but why—

“Sensei!” I heard my students speak to me.

Shit! Shit!

I howled and channeled my lightning around my body, slamming my fist into the ground, jumping back on my feet. I yelped in my mind as my missing hind legs made me fall back on the ground.

I molded my liquid shadow, replacing my legs with them to help me stand, only for a wind gust to blow Tatsuya, Kyouya, Asaka, and me away from Fleindia. I couldn’t do anything. The storm was too strong!

When I finally landed, I looked up, only my eyes to widen as I saw somebody walk down from the sky as if he was using a staircase. He covered his face with a simple green hood, wearing the robe over his practical but slightly rusty armor, heavily contrasting the richly adorned lute he was plucking. It was made from bone and some other material, maybe ivory or fairnite, and had a plumage of feathers covering it like a jacket, but upon closer inspection, I noticed each feather was moving by itself every time the man was playing his instrument.

W-who!

[Terror (Minor)] inflicted on [Young Stygian-Scaled Fenrir, Saori Segawa Belzac]

I felt fear. Actual terror from these two people. What sort of aura was this and how high leveled was it to cause me to shiver. The trepidation I felt from these two couldn’t be compared to anybody I had—No, now I remembered. The Ogre King, the leviathan Vanialasmus, and whenever Hestia lost control of her [Battle Frenzy].

That feeling like I was nothing more than an ant. Yet, with the ogre king, I managed to overcome it but I couldn’t do it now. Was it because there were two people?

The man then snapped and stopped playing and humming and removed his hood, revealing a horned person with skin so yellow, I thought he had some disease. It reminded me of those bronze-skinned body artists standing still like a statue on the sidewalk.

He placed a hand on his chin before snapping again, but this time, I could hear it. I could hear the moment the air exploded from the friction caused by the fingers.

“Saintess Fleindia.”

Paralyzed with fear, the woman could only stare at the man. Cold sweat flowed on her face as she shivered uncontrollably.

“Run!” My students pleaded.

The demonkin bowed dramatically, like a gentleman. Yet his gaze showed none of it. “I am Klei’Sharr, the current Prince of Pride. I hoped you have enjoyed the spectacle I had orchestrated for this moment. A fine showing to celebrate the death of the last Aurena Saintess willing to stand up against us. Did you like it?”

Prince of Pride!

Silence. Genuine silence. Nothing escaped Fleindia’s mouth but her rattling voice. She couldn’t even respond, consumed by terror.

[“Fleindia! Move! Move!”] I pleaded.

He raised his hand, aiming at her chest. “I do pity you. I apologize for all the agony we inflicted onto you. This is not personal, I swear. Yet … We must. For the sake of our species. On my honor, I shall carve a future for us demonkin. As such, I shall grant you one last chance. Strike me down.”

Urk!

It was aura. Some sort of aura was keeping me pinned down in fear, making it excruciatingly hard to stand up. I tried, I tried, but no matter how I moved my muscles, I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything but watch Fleindia gasp for air, as if something was choking her just a moment ago. She fell on the ground, vomiting .

She looked up, fear clear in her eyes. Tears began to swell as she pulled out what looked like a normal iron dagger from her satchel. It wasn’t even one made by Grimnir!

“Do it. Show me your resolve before you die. Show me your pride as a blessed, human!”

“Arrrrghhhh! You killed them!” she screamed as she rose her arm before swinging it down … to stab her own leg? “Graaak!”

“What?” The Prince of Pride tilted his head, only for his eyes to widen when he saw white flames burst from her thigh. Behind her ripped clothes, a single metal bracelet broke off where she stabbed herself. “Ahaha, I see.”

And he snapped … Snap! The blood spurted out as an arm blocked the full blow. The force of the attack sent it twirling in the air in front of me, while Fleindia screamed in horror as it happened. Yet … it wasn’t her blood.

The demonkin smiled. “Hello, dog of Aurena.”

A young woman with glowing white hair, draconic features, and an angel halo appeared. A black armor protected her torso while her red skirt covered her legs.

Hestia!

“That’s Idol of Aurena to you.”

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