Chapter 112 The monster tide (1)
Chapter 112: The monster tide (1)
Since Susan Valkoch is, as much as Hunter doesn't want to admit that, a beautiful woman, the same can be said about Madam Erika.
In fact, Erika seemed more of Hunter's style, as she had long and silky black hair, which was now held up around her head in braids, a similar style to the boss. As far as Hunter was concerned, he considered her an honest and earnest noble and believed her natural royal disposition of striving for riches and better position was fair and elegant.
He didn't have a discernible eye like Aimee, but she had decided to cooperate with Madam Erika, so he believed he was at least partially right. Of course, none of them could really know if she had any connection to demons, but even Aimee doubted demons would root themselves so deep in this weak region—having the owner of these lands was certainly more than enough.
On the other hand, Madam Erika had a dozen reasons to be convinced of Hunter's team.
Just by following his wake, she felt in the right place and even blessed. Which was because the noble blood and mana within her had reacted and surrendered to his presence before she had herself realized it.
It had to be reminded, but the reason people could even wield mana was because the blood of the divine had spilled to other worlds. Hunter had divine, original blood flowing in his veins, and he wanted to genuinely cooperate with Madam Erika, so once he released his black armor—the royal type of a dullahan race with a golden soul—he unconsciously affected the lesser existence before him.
And before that event, Aimee had spoken with Madam Erika herself. She used numerous verbal schemes to gain an advantage over the noble without relying on her noble surname. Even if Aimee was a laughingstock back in her home, her surname could exert enough pressure on a minor noble of a weak region.
She didn't want to do that, though. Her surname would change in the future, though Hunter, as of now, didn't even have a surname himself.
Moreover, Aimee had enough proof to back up her claims.
Nothing was as impactful as the sight of the Death Prince and his queen standing behind him. From Hunter and Aimee emanated such a royal and otherworldly presence that Madam Erika could only pity those who went against them once these two returned back to the first hunter union.
No, she had an inkling that the bastards in the shadow—The World Order—should be pitied first.
Her assessment was right.
Hunter had a divine SSS inheritance, and his companions had been blessed by it more than enough. Their strength rose to be, at most, a few steps short of his, so what these three lacked was experience and knowledge of the world. In the end, though, strength remained supreme and topped all, so these three, at worst, could rip through their shortcomings.
Hunter was also taught a lot by the madness within him. Aimee and Seraphina had a fair share of experience of the world as well as knowledge.
In other words, although newbies in the first hunter union, these had enough means to become top really soon.
Madam Erika couldn't wait to see them in action.
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"I managed to get out the Death Lord's armor… but I doubt I should show my law skill," Hunter commented after leaving the camp's border. Only his teammates were in earshot, so he could safely talk about his powers and skills. It'd be best if he could use the full power of Death Lord Of Dullahan Royal Type, which increased his strength the more people he had under himself.
Since one of the laws of his Death Origin had awakened and came in clutch to help him against Lothar, Hunter could now use his blood to turn monsters into undead and use them for his own gain. But the demon's knowledge about the laws was what worried Hunter.
He hadn't forgotten that the World Order was keeping an eye on the battlefield. They must have surely noticed them by now, too. Those people should know about the laws that have gone. Carelessly using his inheritance might as well bring the upper branch of the World Order to this world and have them chase after him.
Aimee understood that, "I feel like you've become stronger, though. Stronger than what you have shown to us before."
"That… I also feel oddly stronger, but can't really tell if it's because I've grown stronger or because something else influences me," Hunter replied.
A moment later, an amusement flashed in Aimee's eyes. She looked over her shoulder through the gap in her visor and laughed. Yes, they were followed by an army of Madam Erika. And as the noble woman seemed to be infatuated by Hunter's royal aura that fall surpassed hers, Hunter must have taken her unique power for himself.
No, since he relied on a similar concept, he just snatched her authority.
When Aimee told him about it, Hunter looked around and noticed many more stares than Aimee possibly could, for it wasn't just Madam Erika who had been influenced by him—his presence snatched lots of hearts of the single women who had already imagined themselves dominated by him.
As Hunter came to realize that, he retracted his head and coughed, "I'm glad my dreams have been about the top of the world from the start."
Aimee sneered while Seraphina curiously looked at them both.
Sooner than later, Hunter's team arrived on the battlefield on which various human forces were fighting or scheming against monsters. A significant part of soldiers had been ordered to keep the defenses high and stable; the defenses which were leveraging the environment to get vantage, enhanced by the periphery of lean-to on which soldiers were busily tending to their duties.
Even while guarded by those defenses, Hunter and his companions could see monsters littering the view.
"It's my time," Aimee announced, flapping her wings. Her lithe form flew toward the skies, but not too high as it had to be reminded that the skies were dominated by various monsters of much higher level. It'd be hard for a lone golden existence to fight them off, let alone focus on her task.
Once she hung herself in the open area, Aimee lowered her eyes. She instantly spotted many wounded monsters that were on the verge of death. Not so surprisingly, most of them were close to humanity's defense border, but there were groups that had managed to retreat to recuperate.
Since Keres loved to hunt males and taste their death, Aimee could effortlessly sense even those hiding monsters wanting to get back to their peak form to continue carrying out the mayhem order.
And with her own skills that Aimee had developed, the flying menace aiming for males' death had officially returned to the world.
"Thirty years of lifespan," Aimee muttered to herself. She could have used her mana only to perform a skill, but the first impression was sometimes more important than the finale. She was also her beloved's queen, so she didn't want to go for simplicity from the start.
It didn't mean she couldn't mix her mana with her lifespan.
"Thirty Avatars Of Death," Aimee raised her sword, then swung it down. The moment her sword finished its momentum, Aimee's form disappeared for a second.
The next second, her body seemingly multiplied, sending down avatars of death toward the wounded monsters. Each of her avatars seemed to be like a perfect replica of her curves. Which was mainly because of Hunter's armor, Death Knight, encasing her curves being made from the soul.
Since what she had sent was a part of her lifespan, her skill carried her own soul as well. If she hadn't been wrapped in that unique skill, the world would have seen the dark blue silhouettes plummeting to the battleground. Instead, they believed Aimee had cloned herself.
It seemed she couldn't make a replica of her black sword, but nothing stopped her from making a mana sword to carry out her attacks.
Each avatar had the mana sword she used to kill the monsters. Before the weapon sank into the bodies of her foes, however, Aimee's descent slammed the ground with such a heavy and strong shockwave that monsters and humans were blown away—the latter obviously bearing the brunt of her force.
Torrents of the monsters' death billowed to the skies, filling Aimee's curves with their lifespan and mana. The taste was so cheap, though, that Keres inside Aimee lamented and cursed the female-dominated world. However, it was a real taste unlike the one she had tasted in her self-made tomb, so it was still better to be 'alive'.
In Aimee's case, she hadn't really tasted that kind of death before. She was momentarily stunned as the taste filled every pore of her body…
"My beloved tastes better," Aimee commented before using the newly gained lifespan and mana to bring chaos to the monster tide.
Keres inside her muttered, "His perversion has influenced you… so unlike-"
And as she said the name that couldn't be named, Aimee and Keres both felt an acute headache for a few seconds. Yes, what the madness wanted to stop was naturally stopped by the universe.
Only two existences in the entire universe could mutter Hunter's real name.
And even those couldn't be named by Keres, lest her new life would be gone faster than she had received it.
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