Worlds First Demon Lord - Chapter 117 King Of The Mountain Part 2

Irade

May 20 7:26 pm BT – 5:26 pm UT, Somewhere In The Tian Shan Mountain Range, China

Death.

Irade was going to die. She could feel the fear seep into her bones, freezing her in place, slowing her down. She was absolutely certain that the King was going to swipe her head off. She could see his arm coming around, his clawed hand reaching towards her face, getting bigger, faster, too fast, that hand was moving was too fast she needed to move she needed to do-

Opening.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH-”

Before she could even think, Irade thrust her fist out. The King couldn’t even complete his swipe before her fist slammed into his chest, sending him flying. He crashed into the wall on the other side of the room, imprinting his body against the hard rock.

“-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!”

The King brought his arms up to block the chains from hitting his face, then lowered his guard, grinning. With a shudder of fear, Irade realized that he didn’t look hurt at all. If anything, he seemed excited.

“So that’s the power you used to beat Poison Lily!” he said, voice raised with excitement. “I want to see more!”

Irade didn’t take the bait. Instead, she drew back her [Left Arm of the Djinn], flexing it, testing it. All seemed to be working well.

She still hadn’t leveled up the [Arm] yet, nor did she know how to, if she were honest. She figured it had something to do with using it, like most Skills in games. The problem was that this particular Skill had a time limit and a cost.

No time to waste thinking about leveling. As the King removed himself from the wall, Irade started to move in ginga, like she’d practiced on that DDR machine all those months ago, her mind racing.

“Black Wind,” she muttered.

Black Wind growled, hackles raised, ready to pounce.

The King watched Irade move on the spot as he broke himself free from the wall. Once free, he stood a while, stretching his arms and neck, keeping his eyes on Irade. He seemed amused by her funny little movements.

Irade on the other hand, was carefully watching the King, ears on high alert. She’d been able to respond to the last attack because of her high reflexes, but if she wanted to keep her momentum, she would need to-

[‘Dash’]

Irade suddenly zipped in front of the stretching lion-man, body low to the ground. She sweeped his legs out from under him before he could even realize what was going on.

“Wha-”

Immediately, she followed up with an axe kick, coming straight down on the King’s side.

WHAM!

The force of the kick created a crater in the ground, pushing the King in. But Irade didn’t stop. She kept kicking him, over and over again, each kick sending a shockwave through the room as she hammered him into the ground.

“Irade!” Black Wind called out.

At the same time, Irade’s sixth sense was ringing like an alarm, telling her to get away. Just one more kick-

BOOOM!

Suddenly, King exploded.

Literally.

Searing hot flames burst from his body, threatening to cremate anything within a five meter radius. If Irade hadn’t backed away at the last second, she would’ve been completely engulfed in the flames. She backed away towards the throne, keeping her body low to the ground.

She could feel his heat from over here, the air around him bending a little, becoming fuzzy. As the King pulled himself out of the hole she had hammered him into, she glanced at her left leg; the one that had been kicking the King into the ground. Unfortunately, she had reacted just a little too late.

Her foot was completely burnt.

She could feel it still burning, the smell of flesh cooking assaulting her. It felt like a hundred ants were all biting her foot, demanding to be attended to. Tentatively, she placed the foot on the ground.

Instantly, her eyes watered, and Irade choked back a scream. Oh god that hurt! It the ants multiplied to a thousand, and were all gnawing at her, determined to bite her flesh off.

[Heal]. She needed to [Heal].

“Very good!” roared the King. He had made his way out of the hole, his aura blazing with killing intent. His head was covered in a mane of fire, his golden eyes radiating with murderous excitement.

“Let’s see what you can really do!”

He leaped straight for her, and Irade barely ducked in time. The King swiftly adjusted his hand, and suddenly the chain attached whipped downwards, the cold metal hitting Irade straight in the face. She was sent fling backwards, through the throne of skulls.

“Hnnnk!”

She bounced off the floor, rolling, and didn’t stop until she hit the wall. Before she could recover, she saw the King appear in front of her once more, grinning down at her, coming in with a kick.

[‘Dash’]

WHAM!

The King’s foot crashed into the wall, causing the whole room to shake. If Irade hadn’t used [‘Dash’] to escape reflexively, she would’ve been slammed into the wall, immobile. As it was, she barely had her breath back.

She checked her [HP]; a third of it was already gone. Despite the heat, Irade felt a chill pass through her; if it weren’t for her increased speed thanks to the [Left Arm], as well as her now instinctive use of [‘Dash’], she would have surely been killed in that single strike.

“AWOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

As Irade slowly got her breath back, Black Wind attacked the King. He zipped around him, moving a lot like Irade had when she had been fighting the bear-man. He attacked the King from all his blind spots, making it annoying and difficult for him to be hit.

Unlike the bear-man, however, the King had an automatic defense. Every time Black Wind got a hit in, he would get slightly burned from the heat radiating off the King’s body. Irade could feel the heat from where she was; she could only imagine how hot they were at Black Wind’s range.

She grit her teeth as she watched him. She knew Black Wind was buying time for her, making sure she was up and running. She placed a hand on her crispy, burned foot, and used [Heal]. Slowly, she could feel the magic working through her body, fixing what had been burned, regrowing and rejuvenating her flesh.

Too slow. The healing was too slow.

She watched as the King started to adapt to Black Wind’s attacks, predicting where he would be attacking from, moving quicker.

“Annoying,” he grunted. With a flick of his wrist, the chain wrapped around Black Wind.

For a moment, everything seemed to freeze. Then, with a roar, the King flung Black Wind over his shoulder, and slammed him into the ground.

WHAM!

“Hhhhhiiiwwww…”

Irade felt her heart shatter into a million pieces as Black Wind let out the most pathetic, dog-like whine as he hit the floor. He’d been smashed into a small crater, and was coughing up blood.

“Let’s end this,” the King muttered, winding up to toss Black Wind once more.

SLAM!

But before he could, he found a fist in his face, knocking him off his balance. Irade quickly followed up by going for him legs, sweeping them out from under him again.

The King grinned. This girl was always attacking him whenever he didn’t expect it, but that’s what made it fun. He braced himself for the follow-up he knew was coming.

Except it didn’t.

He hit the floor with a thud. One bewildered second later, he looked up to find Irade unraveling Black Wind from his chains.

He shook his head, and flicked his wrist, sending a wave through the chain. Before it could get to Irade, however, she suddenly looked up.

For a moment, a chill passed through the King; her eyes were deep and black, full of malicious intent. She yanked the chain suddenly, pulling it straight, erasing the shockwave.

He grinned. Yeah, this was what he wanted.

Irade quickly pulled the other side of the chain, unrolling Black Wing and dumping him unceremoniously on the hard floor. He whined a little, but Irade was too busy focusing on the King.

He pulled himself up using the resistance she was providing from the chain. Then, he started pulling.

Irade pulled back, her muscles straining. She looked up at the King, glaring at him. He only grinned back, which annoyed her even more. What was so funny about this situation? Was he looking down on her?

She’d show him. She just needed an opening.

This King liked to play around. That left him open a lot. The problem was that he was built like a tank; he could take a lot of damage and get up without breaking a sweat.

Irade on the other hand, was desperately running out of stamina. The biggest problem was the heat; it was an overbearing, muggy heat that made Irade want to simply lie down and burn her lungs out. She was already dripping with sweat, and now she was in a weird tug-of-war with the King’s chain.

It seemed like they were matched in strength, but Irade knew this wouldn’t last for long. She could feel the chain slipping from her sweaty hands. She needed to do something, fast.

Or did she?

Gritting her teeth, she slammed her half-healed left foot on the ground, wincing as she wrapped her hand in the chain, standing her ground.

The King grinned wider.

They struggled for a bit, pulling the chain. Irade felt herself being pulled forward, her feet sliding across the floor. She grit her teeth and bent her legs more, making herself heavier.

The King laughed, still pulling with only one arm. He licked his lips, then suddenly raised his other hand.

Bingo.

The King whipped the chain on his other arm straight at Irade. The cold metal headed straight for her head.

Immediately, she caught it. With both hands.

For the first time, the King’s smile slipped. He felt himself lose balance, falling backwards from the momentum of his own pulling.

At the same time, Irade grinned. She pulled on the chain as hard as she could.

[‘Dash’] [‘Dash’] [‘Dash’]!

Before the King could even know what was happening, Irade had circled him with his own chains, coming back to her original position. As soon as the King was in range, she kicked him in the head, burning her foot once more in the process.

“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!”

Gritting her teeth, she grabbed the other chain.

[‘Dash’] [‘Dash’] [‘Dash’] [‘Dash’]!

She circled him once more, then stopped in front of him again, kicking him back. He was sent flying, but was stopped mid-air by the chains that had now wrapped him up.

The King looked down, his upper body wrapped up in chains. His arms were pulled in opposite directions across his chest, making it difficult for him to pull them apart. Not that he didn’t try.

But Irade kept a firm grip on the chains. She had wrapped them up in opposite directions, making it easier for her to keep him in check.

“Let’s see how you like it,” she growled. The King’s eyes went wide as Irade pulled the chains over her shoulder, the same way he had done with Black Wind.

The King went flying in a perfect 180 degree arc, before slamming into the ground headfirst.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”

Before he could gather his bearings, Irade swung him over again, slamming him into another crater. Then again, swinging him into the wall.

She watched as the King’s fire blazed hotter than ever, the wave of heat hitting her hard. She felt a burst of fury at this pathetic display of resistance.

“Your chains are still cold, Mr. King!” she roared. “As long as you’re wrapped up in these, you can’t stop me!”

He had the gall to try and fight her, to beat her, when she had come all this way to ask him to stop?

She tried to reason with him!

She really tried! But from the beginning, he didn’t listen!

He didn’t even try to negotiate!

He’d just goaded her, teased her, making up stories about how she was half-monster!

It was his fault that she was doing this!

All! His! Fault!

She smashed the King into the throne, shattering it into a thousand pieces, then onto the floor again, and the wall, and the floor, again, and again, and again, and again, and a-

“Irade.”

Irade glared at the source of the voice, about to slam the King into the source, before realizing with a start it was Black Wind.

He was hurt.

She dropped the chains, anger dissipating as she rushed to Black Wind. She put her hands on his side, and used [Heal].

She still had some MP left. And from the looks of it, she still had some time before the [Left Hand] took it’s payment. No, focus. She needed to focus on the healing. Heal, heal, hea-

Suddenly, a weak chuckle broke through the silence.

Irade flinched, then turned to see the King slowly crawling out of the crater she had slammed him into. Her eyes grew wide as she watched him slowly grin at her.

“T-told…you…” he gasped. “Pure…mon…ster…”

Suddenly, his head fell, like a puppet whose strings had been cut. It was only then that Irade noticed that his mane wasn’t on fire anymore. Not was the room hot.

In fact, the temperature was rapidly getting colder.

The lights were also dimming; Irade looked up to find that the fireball chandelier was slowly going out.

Hands still on Black Wind, she looked around. The room had been transformed into the surface of the moon; craters on the floors and walls, cracks running everywhere. Bones lay scattered and fractured, the throne it had once made now nothing but a memory.

A weird feeling started to rise up Irade’s stomach. She felt like she wanted to throw up, run away, and cry.

She…she did this.

She was the one who did this.

She didn’t have to. She could’ve wrapped the chains around the King’s neck and strangled him. It would’ve been quicker too.

But she hadn’t.

She had chosen to do this.

She had chosen to let out her anger like this.

Like a monster.

[Ding!]

As the lights went out, leaving Irade and Black Wind in darkness, the HUD popped up with a message.

[Mission: Complete!]

[Reward: Mantle of the King x1]

[Reward: Claw of the Mountain King x2]

[Level Up!]

[Left Arm of the Djinn: Level Up!]

[Continue Wrath? Y/N]