Villain: Your Heroines Were Delicious - Chapter 203: Chaoter 68

Chapter 203: Chaoter 68

Suzune stood rooted to the spot, her eyes narrowed as she watched the mass of fused “elites” continue its sickening transformation.

The creature wiggled and swayed in a grotesque, gag-inducing rhythm, the sound of its shifting flesh like wet leather being dragged over bone.

Indeed, this creature was no longer a collection of depraved men; it was a singular, pulsing fragment to the Void.

Without hesitation, Suzune lunged.

She moved like she was a streak of crimson against the dark, opulent backdrop of the penthouse.

However, the entity reacted with a speed that belied its massive size, with one of the larger mouths at the center of its mass opened wide, unhinging like a snake’s jaw, revealing rows of obsidian teeth that seemed to suck the light out of the room.

It lunged forward, intending to swallow her whole the moment she entered its reach.

Suzune’s expression remained frozen, this wasn’t out of fear or something, this was just a mask of cold, surgical indifference.

Mid-air, her free hand moved with blurring speed, her fingers glowing with a sharp, white light as she traced an ancient symbol in the air.

“Kenaz!” she declared.

The rune flared with a violent, orange intensity before erupting into a concentrated fireball.

The projectile shot directly into the gaping maw of the entity, causing an internal explosion that was muffled by the creature’s massive mouth.

Almost instantly, the entity let out a gargantuan roar of agony as black smoke billowed from its many mouths.

Its body twisted and turn from pain, a sight so disgusting it would cause an ordinary person to gag and even puke on the spot.

But Suzune took the opening.

Without hesitation, she brought her spear down in a punishing vertical strike, aiming for the largest, most central eye on the creature’s surface.

CLANG.

But the sound of flesh being pierced that she was expecting did not come, but instead, her spear created a sound like a metal striking an indestructible stone.

Her eyes widened in a rare moment of shock.

She couldn’t quite believe it, her blood-red spear, a weapon capable of shattering concrete, couldn’t even leave a scratch on the creature’s eye, obviously the most fragile part of any creature.

The impact of the strike hitting the eye sent a jarring vibration up her arms, threatening to numb her grip.

She clicked her tongue in annoyance and didn’t linger.

Sensing the counterattack from the creature, she immediately pulled her spear back, planted a boot on the creature’s slick surface, and kicked off.

She jumped high into the air, flipping backward to put distance between them.

Then, while she was still airborne, she drew another glowing rune with a flick of her wrist. “Jera!”

As the command left her lips, the very floorboards of the penthouse, a reinforced concrete and mahogany, twisted and groaned.

Then, it formed into massive pillars of the building’s own structure and surged upward like a cage of stone and wood, wrapping around the entity and pinning it to the floor.

Suzune landed gracefully, her boots clicking on the floor.

Then, taking this chance, she raised her spear, her muscles coiled as she prepared to throw the weapon with enough force to pierce a tank.

But before she could release the strike, the entity’s body boiled, then with a sound like a thunderclap, it shattered the pillars of Jera, the debris flying across the room like shrapnel.

Suzune frowned, crossing her arms in defense.

Then, the creature roared, its body convulsing violently.

Suddenly, its own oily black skin rippled, and dozens of jagged spikes, hardened calcified Void energy, erupted from its body.

They flew toward her at a velocity the human eye couldn’t possibly track.

Suzune reacted quickly and parried everything, her spear became a blur of defensive movement, taking a few steps back to gain some distance and see the spikes clearly.

Clang!

Cling!

Shrrrk!

She parried a dozen of them, but the sheer volume was overwhelming, and one spike buried itself deep into her right shoulder, and another tore through the muscle of her left thigh.

She grunted, the impact sending her skidding back as blood, dark and hot, spewed from the wounds, staining her clothes.

She looked down and felt a wave of visceral disgust.

The spikes weren’t just inanimate objects like she had expected, but they were actually covered in tiny, microscopic eyes and mouths that were actively eating away at her flesh, trying to burrow deeper into her nervous system.

Gritting her teeth against the burning hot agony, she reached down and ripped the spikes out of her body before throwing them to the side, where they continued to twitch on the floor.

“Disgusting filth,” she hissed as she pointed her finger at the discarded spikes and drew the rune again. “Kenaz.”

A localized burst of flame incinerated the parasites, turning them to ash before they could crawl back to their master.

She then turned her finger toward her own bleeding wounds, tracing a complex, looping symbol. “Uruz…”

Then, a deep, forest-green light bathed her shoulder and thigh.

Under the warmth of the rune, the torn muscle fibers began to knit back together and the skin closed at a visible, miraculous rate.

The pain receded into a dull throb, but the drain on her spirit energy was beginning to show.

If this continued, she will really lose this battle of attrition.

She took a deep, steadying breath, her eyes locked on the creature.

It was still convulsing, its form shifting and bubbling like a pot of tar.

Staring at it, she couldn’t help but clicked her tongue in irritation.

She was about to strike once more when the creature’s surface rippled again.

’Not this again!’ She thought, retreating immediately.

Then, another barrage of spikes whistled through the air, but this time, she was prepared.

She moved like a phantom, her spear dancing in a perfect defensive shell, parrying every single projectile.

Not one touched her.

Once the barrage stopped and the dust cleared, Suzune turned her gaze back to the creature, and immediately her eyes widened in shock.

The creature that stood before her had evolved.

It was no longer a shapeless blob, but it had now condensed its mass into a lean, 7-foot-tall humanoid shape.

It was still jet-black, still covered in those blinking eyes and whispering mouths, but it now possessed a terrifying, predatory symmetry.

Its limbs were long and tapered, ending in claws that hummed with dark energy.

“What the—”

Suzune didn’t get to finish her sentence as the humanoid entity blurred, and instantly appeared directly in front of her—not by running, but by simply bypassing the space between them.

However, although she was startled, Suzune was also a trained combatant with a monstrous instincts, allowing her to react to quickly and attack.

But before the spear could fully thrust, it reached out with a hand like a vice and grabbed the shaft of her spear.

Suzune froze in genuine shock.

No one had ever been able to simply catch her weapon mid-strike before, or rather, she herself believes that this is impossible!

But the creature didn’t waste the moment as its other arm shifted, the black liquid hardening and extending into a sharp, obsidian blade.

It swung the sword down with a shrieking whistle, intending to sever her arms at the elbows.

In that heartbeat between life and death, Suzune’s pupils contracted into tiny points of red as she let out a roar that wasn’t her own.

“WITCH OF DUN SCÁITH!”

A massive explosion of crimson and black spirit energy blasted outward from her body.

The shockwave was so powerful it tore the floorboards up and sent the 7-foot humanoid flying across the penthouse, slamming it into the far wall.

Suzune took a deep, shuddering breath, her lungs burning as she allowed the ancient, heavy power to flood her veins, fully activating her Karyoku.

For a fleeting second, a phantom image materialized behind her—a window into another realm.

It was the silhouette of a gothic castle perched atop a cliff of shadows, surrounded by the swirling mists and countless ghosts wailing and screaming in pain, as if wanting to escape.

Inside that castle, seated on a throne of obsidian, was a woman of impossible beauty.

She had long purple hair and eyes the color of a crimson blood, looking down at the world with a bored, eternal indifference.

The image flickered and vanished, but the power remained.

Suzune’s clothes was gone, and in its place, she wore a dark-purple, armored skin-tight bodysuit that shimmered with a metallic luster.

Two blood-red barbed spears now rested in her hands, humming with a frequency that made the very air vibrate.

This was her true form.

This was the manifestation of the power she borrowed from the Queen of the Land of Shadows, Scáthach.

This is a Karyoku that is on a completely different level even compared to likes of Achilles and Arjuna.

After all, this is the power that belonged to a true god slayer, the power of a woman whose spearmanship can even kill the gods.

“Now,” Suzune said, her voice sounding like two blades sliding against each other. “Let’s see if your hide can withstand the bite of this spear that has tasted the blood of gods.”