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Chapter 157: Invincible
Black spears shot toward Kurtz, but unlike with Serie, they didn't attempt to seal off his escape routes; they simply attacked head-on.
Kurtz snorted coldly. Instead of retreating, he advanced without casting any defensive magic.
He could've raised an ice wall like Serie had, but the great demon's magic wasn't strong enough to pierce through both their defenses simultaneously.
'Yet he's avoiding direct confrontation?'
Orger blazed with light in his grip. Rather than releasing sword energy to intercept the spears mid-flight, Kurtz simply swung with his pure physical power.
Ding! Ding!
The blade struck each spear's weakest point with surgical precision and shattered them into wisps of dissipating black mist.
Shurahart maintained his impassive expression, continuing to unleash various powerful spells. But Kurtz dismantled them all, one by one.
For the first time in several years, a crack appeared in that eternally unchanging face. Astonishment flickered through those dark eyes.
'A warrior? This human dissolved my magic through brute force alone.'
Even troublesome was his foresight magic, which couldn't see this opponent clearly.
Shurahart shifted targets. Serie would be easier to handle. He could see her future, after all, which gave him the advantage.
He redirected his assault toward the elf while maintaining interference spells against Kurtz.
Serie remained calm under the barrage of tricky, penetrating attacks.
The elves' defensive magic couldn't fully block them, so she layered ice walls and vines instead, weaving counterattacks between her defenses. For several exchanges, she and Shurahart traded blows evenly.
Kurtz's eyes narrowed, something was definitely wrong here. The angles of attacks were too precise and the timing too perfect.
Each of Shurahart's attacks seemed to predict Serie's next move, forcing her to burn through magic power just to keep pace.
'She should be dominating him.' Serie had lived a thousand years, and this demon felt young, a newly manifested one. Yet somehow he was fighting Serie on equal ground, which should be impossible.
His fighting style wasn't built on experience; his age didn't support that level of mastery.
'Is he using a special ability to target Serie? Or something worse, is it precognition?'
It was weird when the demon fought against Kurtz; its attacks were straightforward, almost lazy, as if it didn't know how to fight properly. But the moment he engaged Serie, they transformed into calculated, surgical strikes.
'Whatever it is, this show can't drag on for too long.' Kurtz made his decision. No more holding back.
Magic power flooded into Orger like a dam bursting, rushing through the blade in torrents.
At the same instant, his own future sight activated. In Kurtz's vision, the demon's next three moves laid themselves bare. He will deal with this demon first, then find his purpose.
Buzz—!
After being sealed away for a milllenium, Orger sang as it was pulled from its sheath. Sacred light erupted from the blade, flooding the cavern in brilliant radiance. The oppressive miasma Shurahart had been radiating burned away like morning fog.
"What!?" Shurahart's pupils contracted sharply.
Terror, raw and unfamiliar, seized his chest. That power. That sacred aura made his very soul recoil. And that sword—
'It's no ordinary holy blade.' Rumors spoke of Serie wielding Athos, the elven holy sword. But this couldn't be Athos.
'How could a human wield it? The only outsider Athos ever accepted died centuries ago!'
His prediction magic kicked into overdrive, desperately trying to see Kurtz's attack pattern, searching for an opening, a counter, anything—
He got Nothing. Kurtz's future remained shrouded.
Worse still, Orger's unleashed power actively suppressed his magic. Even his foresight of Serie collapsed into static.
The moment his predictions failed, Kurtz moved. No flourishes. No wasted motion. Just a single, devastating slash.
Orger's blade extended into a forty-meter arc of golden light, cleaving downward toward where Shurahart hovered.
"Impossible!" There was raw panic in that scream.
Shurahart threw everything into layered barriers; he created one shield after another in desperate succession, and somehow, they caught the first impact.
It was not because the demon's defenses were strong. But Kurtz was still holding back, hoping to capture him alive.
'Not anymore.'Kurtz poured his full power into Orger. 'If I can't take him alive, then he dies here.'
Shurahart felt his end approaching him, facing that terrible brilliance, as if he was caught in death's onrushing shadow. Shurahart couldn't foresee how he would escape from here, which made it all the more inevitable.
Against Orger's true power, his hastily erected shields were as flimsy as tissue paper.
Crack!
Golden energy sheared through every barrier like they were rotted wood, then bit deep into Shurahart himself.
"Ghk—!" Purple-black blood erupted from his mouth, thick with organ fragments. His body hurtled backward like a snapped kite string, slamming into the stone wall with a sickening crunch.
His black robes hung in tatters. Charred wounds covered his torso. Even the horns marking his demonic heritage had been sheared clean off.
Only his survival instinct, triggering one final burst of predictive magic at the last possible instant, had deflected the strike from his heart. Otherwise, that single blow would have erased him.
Fear.
Absolute, crushing fear drowned every other thought.
The prediction magic he'd relied on meant nothing before this man. That sword's power completely restrained him. Invincible, this human is absolutely invincible.
"Koff... koff... I have to—" Despite his mangled state, he tore open the escape route he'd prepared beforehand.
Before Kurtz's second strike could fall, Shurahart fled, not even looking behind.
BOOM!
The follow-up slash carved through empty air and demolished the wall behind where he'd been.
"Sigh, little birdy got away." Kurtz lowered Orger, staring at the rubble with cold eyes.
"Shame I couldn't keep him here."
Still, that wound would be enough. The demon would surely remember this moment for the rest of his existence.
[End of Chapter]
Done.