Campione: Strongest Godslayer!-Chapter 279: Gluttons for Punishment Are Endemic to the Nasuverse

Chapter 279 - 279: Gluttons for Punishment Are Endemic to the Nasuverse

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A massive beast claw, almost three times the size of Merem himself, descended from the sky, slamming down towards Merem's head like a sudden, beastly version of the Buddha's Palm.

BOOM—!

The abrupt attack caught Merem completely off guard. He barely had time to look up before the beast claw struck his face, hammering him into the ground like a nail struck by a sledgehammer.

"Awoo—!" The recoil from the giant claw striking the ground sent the enormous Fou shuddering. It leaped forcefully into the air, flipped mid-flight, transformed into the size of a wolf, and landed on the ground.

Pop—!

Merem popped his head out from underground, looking grimly at Fou, grinding his teeth. "White Beast!!!"

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Light footsteps approached slowly.

Strout and Blood walked towards Merem from the left and right, joining Fou—who stood nearby shaking its forepaws—to form an encircling formation, trapping Merem, whose head was the only part visible, within their cordon.

Cold sweat trickled down Merem's temple.

Even though he was an Ancestor of Dead Apostles—being surrounded by three Ancestors of Dead Apostles made his heart pound with trepidation.

"Strout, Blood, White Beast... Although it's said where the Black Princess is, you three are there, but instead of besieging Lady White Princess, you come looking for me—I'm truly flattered!"

Even the most foolish Merem could sense something was wrong now.

The appearance of Black Princess Altrouge was too abrupt. And how could the Black and White Knights and the White Beast appear here if they weren't lying in ambush beforehand?

So, did Altrouge deliberately appear to lure him out and surround him? He didn't recall having such a deep grudge with Altrouge.

"It has been a long time, Merem," Strout said coldly. If one ignored the action of him drawing the Demonic Sword True Demon Neardark from his waist, given Strout's personality, this tone was almost like catching up with an old friend.

"I'd rather not see you, old friend!" Merem said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

He and Strout—having served the Crimson Moon together in the past—naturally had some acquaintance, but those years of Strout being loyal to the Black Princess had long since exhausted it.

Ultimately, the one who pursued the Black Princess most joyfully was him, Merem. After all, Altrouge had stolen Arcueid's dazzling golden hair that captivated him.

"Speaking of which, us three against one should be fine, but is Her Highness okay over there, Strout?" Blood glanced worriedly towards the already collapsed cafe.

Although called knights, neither he nor Strout adhered to knightly rules.

Sneak attacks and dirty tricks were Blood's forte. Ultimately, when dealing with beautiful boys, he always preferred to knock them out and carry them away.

Merem, surrounded, was already a turtle in a jar. Therefore, his only worry was the battle on Altrouge's side. After all, her eight hundred years of 'weak chicken' behavior had made even him, her knight, somewhat forget Altrouge's strength.

"No matter. With Her Highness's current strength, holding out until we return to reinforce her is no problem!" Strout stated calmly.

"Besides, that seems to be the way Her Highness and the White Princess communicate their feelings. They're smiling so happily, the two princesses!" Fou looked somewhat astonished at the two fighting individuals.

"To prevent you from reinforcing her, putting the Princess in danger, it seems I need to risk my life," Merem, buried underground, had bulging veins on his forehead, his body radiating an unusual aura.

The ground instantly cracked open.

As if some ferocious beast lay dormant underground, the entire hillside for hundreds of meters around fractured. A ferocious beast resembling a whale, over 200 meters long with four savage giant feet, crawled out from underground.

The demonic beast known as the King of Land appeared on the hillside.

Merem stood atop the King of Land's head.

A female doll, ten-meter tall, floated beside him—the Lady Windup demon, designed for single combat.

"—Graah~Ohh~Err~Waah~" Like multiple beasts roaring in unison, a giant monstrous bird resembling a patchwork of multiple beasts—the King of Sky—let out a shrill roar in the sky.

Merem looked down grimly at the three surrounding him. Adding his current kindly priest appearance as the King of Rats—the Four Great Demons were gathered. It could be said Merem had played all his trump cards.

Yet, even so, he was only confident of holding the three off for five minutes. After that, he would either have to flee for his life or die fighting here. But...

Merem looked towards the distant Arcueid, who was pouting and fighting furiously with Altrouge, a wry smile on his face. He could leave, but what about his goddess? freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"Princess, run!!!" Merem roared towards Arcueid, then manipulated the Four Great Demons to engage the three Dead Apostle Ancestors with desperate resolve.

However, what answered him was...

"No way!!! Altrouge, give me back my hair!!!"

Arcueid's willful, delicate shout suddenly echoed over the quiet town.

"Ahhh~~~ The Princess spoke to me!!!!" Hearing that shout, Merem shuddered all over, white~ hot liquid dripping onto the King of Land.

Subsequently, Merem, his attention diverted, was once again slapped into the ground by Fou's claw.

"Good thing I hit his face!" Fou looked disgusted at the liquid on the King of Land.

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"What a racket! Sounds quite lively!" In the ruins of the long-demolished bakery, Haru watched the two battlefields inside and outside the town, chuckling softly.

Before him stood Roa, performing various physical movements coordinating with chanting, continuously launching various magical attacks.

At this moment, Roa was covered in blood, his body riddled with wounds of varying depths. One arm was strangely bent behind him—severed at the shoulder by Haru.

Driven by experimental purposes, Haru had imbued Arondight's blade with the B-rank curse concept of Gáe Buidhe. Thanks to this, even with his strong immortality, Roa's arm wouldn't recover anytime soon.

Because both arms were severed, losing his close combat ability, Roa resorted to using various physical motions to launch ranged attacks.

Lightning, gales, flames, wind blades, shadows, and various bizarre soul magic attacks assaulted Haru's body.

As a great Magus who had perfected the art of reincarnation, the magecraft Roa knew was incredibly diverse, mysteries that would have been called True Magic in ancient times.

But all these various attacks were effortlessly shattered by a casual swing of Haru's Arondight.

Actually, not shattered, but rather the black aura attached to the sword blade annihilated the incoming attacks.

Occasionally, an attack would break through the three-foot sword perimeter, but it would naturally dissipate just before landing on Haru.

Mystery failing against higher Mystery was an iron rule of the Nasuverse.

The multi-action magecraft Roa launched was at most C-rank.

Unless he spent several hours chanting to launch a large-scale conceptual attack exceeding A+ rank, Roa had no chance of even injuring Haru.

Roa, watching Haru remain unscathed from the beginning while he himself had been hit by several large conceptual attacks, his expression subtly started to crumble. He would rather face the White Princess Arcueid than fight this monster who appeared out of nowhere.

Physical attacks couldn't break his defense; magical attacks were neutralized by that terrifying Magic Resistance.

His own attacks were ineffective, while a casual strike from the guy opposite him was equivalent to unleashing an A+ rank Anti-Unit Noble Phantasm.

A single graze meant severe injury.

If the opponent weren't seemingly testing his capabilities, toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse—he would have been defeated long ago.

Although he had the Secret art of reincarnation and wouldn't truly die, he didn't want to die at the hands of anyone other than the White Princess.

'I must stake everything on one desperate attack before the opponent loses patience!' Roa gritted his teeth, thinking secretly.

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