Chapter 1164: What is my fate?
Chapter 1162 of "Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem" kicks off with thrilling moments: Chapter 1164: What is my fate?âAre you going to leave me here?âBlack Fang hovered nearby,... Read more!
Chapter 1164: What is my fate?âAre you going to leave me here?â
Black Fang hovered nearby, bloodied like a butcherâs rag, her whole body trembling yet somehow still upright. No, thatâs not quite correct.
She was not upright; she was being propped, her battered form balanced in the air only by Quinlanâs unseen current of wind magic. Without it, she wouldâve crumpled into the skies like a marionette with its strings cut.
She tilted her head, watching Quinlanâs fall with the same interest one might give a passing play. Her mouth curled faintly, almost wry.
âAm I being left behind?â she asked with a tone that was far too calm for someone who was a half-second away from death. There was no pleading in her voice, no desperation to be saved, just the soft, morbid curiosity of a woman too broken to even fear the end.
Lilithâs head snapped toward her.
For a heartbeat, the rapid winds around them dimmed against the fire burning in her eyes. Every shred of hatred she carried for Quinlan, every ounce of fury that had threatened to tear her apart, was redirected in an instant.
âYou!â she spat, voice full of venom.
Her rage detonated. She moved forward despite Scar straining against her. Yet Lilithâs fury made her unstoppable, and Scar wasnât built to overpower others in a direct confrontation. Especially not the renowned Spellblade, Lilith.
Scarâs blade met her once, twice, but Lilithâs wrath simply overpowered the woman.
She carved through the resurrected warriorâs guard as if it were nothing, shoving the summon aside with sheer force of will and steel. And then she lunged straight for Black Fang.
The woman of Eastern origins didnât move. She couldnât move. Her body was already at its limit; if not for Quinlanâs invisible hand, sheâd have collapsed.
Deflecting Lilithâs strike in such a state? Now, that was just plain impossible. Even standing upright was beyond her now.
Yet her expression didnât waver. No fear, no desperation. Just that eerie, serene calm as death bore down on her.
Quinlanâs mouth tugged into a grin, amused by this quirky womanâs evident nonchalance.
Then, his hand shot out with fingers splayed wide open.
Black Fang felt the change immediately. A violent crush slammed into her body from all angles, ensuring that every inch of her frame was wrapped in an unseen fist. Her ribs groaned. Her breath caught. For a moment, her raised brow seemed to say it all: Are you trying to claim my eternal servitude as well?
But no.
The veins on Quinlanâs arm bulged, crawling up his forearm. His muscles tensed until they trembled from the sheer intensity of his next move.
And then he dragged.
Black Fang shot across the sky like a fired bullet, ripped from Lilithâs reach in a single, thunderous pull. She didnât even have time to think things through properly as she rocketed across the winds and slammed right into Quinlanâs chest.
Both of his arms came down on her, catching her bloodied body with startling strength.
She blinked once, nearly dazed from the velocity of her arrival.
Then her expression shifted. Her lips twitched in his hands, perhaps turning into something that resembled a little grin. For all her brokenness, the absurdity of it all, and the way she was tucked against the man and how she didnât mind it was almost cute.
Lilith, however, saw nothing cute.
All she saw was red.
âYOU!â
Her scream tore through the skies, through the winds, through the rain. She whipped her head back toward Void, the mage of her party. She was down, completely spent, body sagging as her tether faltered. She couldnât help her. Couldnât hold her steady.
Giving chase was impossible.
âArgh!!!â Lilith roared while sending shockwaves of burning force, tearing toward the pair. âBeing in the air has greatly weakened this woman,â Quinlan declared as he stared right at the incoming strikes.
But he didnât even flinch. His winds carried him into a spiral, drifting between blasts with elegance, never loosening his grip on the bloodied woman he held.
Her fury rose and rose. But then, just as quickly, it shattered, broken into a million pieces.
Grief came rushing in.
Her eyes darted and landed on Scar.
Scar wasnât fighting anymore. She wasnât moving at all. Her form flickered, her daggers drooping as her body began to dissolve into pale-blue motes.
âNo!â Lilith cried with her voice breaking. âNo, stay with me!â
Seeing how merely crying and begging wasnât going to work, the Spellblade determined her mind. âScar! Iâll free you! Iâll free you, no matter what it takes!â
The assassinâs mouth parted. A whisper drifted out.
âItâs useless. I am already part of something different. Something greater.â
The words broke her. Lilithâs heart twisted, her tears streaming freely as her throat locked up.
âI donât care! Iâll still do everything â everything â for you!â she shouted. Her voice was raw with desperation.
Scarâs fading face lingered for just a heartbeat. Then, with a last quiet breath, she said,
âSuit yourself.â
And then she was gone. Her soul, glowing like a wisp, tore free from the dissolving shell of her body and was devoured into Quinlanâs Soul Reaper. The blade pulsed once with spectral light, then went still.
Lilithâs scream split the heavens.
The moment Scarâs pale-blue soul broke into motes and was drawn into the Soul Reaper, Quinlan felt the weapon pulse in his hand. Quinlan tilted it, watching. It looked as if the steel itself breathed in and out. É´á´á´Ą É´á´á´ á´Ę á´Ęá´á´á´á´Ęs á´Ęá´ á´á´ĘĘÉŞsĘá´á´ á´É´ ????????????????????âŚ????????????????âŚ????????????
The Soul Reaper was visibly overjoyed to house Scarâs soul in its domain.
âFascinating,â he murmured.
His eyes narrowed with the same focus heâd used when dissecting enemies on the battlefield. âThis new rank⌠Itâs amazing.â
He turned the blade in his grip, feeling the soul inside resonate.
âMy summons can finally speak,â he noted with a hum, almost as if cataloguing observations in his head. âAnd from what it looks like, they retain at least fragments of their memories if not everything.â
His lips curved into an excited grin. âIâll have to conduct a lot of tests.â
A wet cough broke through his thoughts.
Black Fang tilted her head against his chest, looking up at him with blood trailing down her chin. Her voice came softly.
âMay I join?â
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