CHAPTER 180: CHAPTER 180: CALAMITY LEVEL - ARCHDEMON (PART 6)

I coughed out blood with a sharp gasp, my vision blurring as the middle of my body throbbed agonizingly, before I gritted my teeth and began to drive my blade forward with all the strength I had left, but my effort was feeble.

He scoffed and whipped his left arm across, his claws slicing through the middle of my forearm and severing it, eliciting a visceral yell of pain from me as my forearm fell off and thudded against the ground, blood violently spraying out of the stump left around my arm.

He then began shaking his arm with a sadistic sneer, excruciating waves of pain erupting across the middle of my body as he maliciously aggravated the deep injury.

"What an embarrassing display on my part. I only managed to kill three of you humans as I intended, the other four all managed to survive the final blows I struck them with...of course, they will be dead soon, one or two of them might already be dead.

Still, this is quite embarrassing...well, I suppose it doesn’t matter, seeing as none of you will live to tell the tale. Once I kill you, I shall claim my prize, your Personalis Arma will soon be mine!

I don’t know how a human like you managed to wield one, but I’m certainly not complaining...now, then, any last words before y-...," He smirked, before abruptly trailing off as a bright flash of purple burst out.

"Ob...liter...ate," I chanted shakily, my feet thudding softly against the ground as he lowered his arm, before I got dragged forward as he stumbled back, my body seizing up in pain.

"Wh-Wha...?" He blurted out, slowly turning his gaze down as a trickle of blood ran down the corner of his mouth, his eyes widening in disbelief as he got a look at the wide hole in the middle of his torso, all traces of his Core completely wiped out.

"You..you fucked up...," I uttered shakily as he collapsed onto his knees, a horrified look of shock on his face, as I continued, "You should’ve...killed me...sooner, asshole. But you...made the mistake of...pissing me off. You seem to like...turning people into donuts...so, here’s a taste...of your own medicine, you...piece of shit fucking...fucking bastard."

"H-How, this...th-this can’t be happening," He gasped as he coughed out blood with an agonized wheeze.

"R-Return," I chanted weakly, catching Desecrator with my left hand before slicing through the middle of his arm, stumbling back with his severed forearm lodged through the middle of my body.

I’d felt little to no rage throughout this battle, my Rage Meter went no higher than three percent the whole time, not nearly enough against an opponent of this level.

But it went up over fifty percent when he blasted Aria after destroying her arm, and ticked up above sixty-five percent when he donut’ed me and sliced my arm off.

The hole I’d blasted through him had a radius of sixty-five centimeters, the upper half of his torso barely attached to the rest of his body, blood pouring out and streaming down his body before he collapsed onto the ground, the light in his eyes starting to fade.

"H-How...how could I be killed by a mere hu-...?" He began shakily, before going quiet as I tore his head off with Devour, blood gushing out of the stump left around his neck.

"Shut the fuck up and die already," I uttered with venomous spite, before collapsing onto my knees with a sharp wince, coughing out blood.

D-Damn it, I don’t think I can survive this, I-...

"I’ve got you! When I give you the signal, pull that arm out of your stomach!"

Huh?

I glanced back as I felt a hand on my shoulder, to see the Healer standing behind me, with Damien trailing behind her.

"Wha-...? You’re alive?"

"No time, hurry! I’ve healed Damien already, but I still have to heal Keira and Ariella. Unfortunately, I can’t use the Anesthesia Spell, so brace yourself...okay, I’m going to count down from three. On one, pull the arm out and I’ll heal you, got it?" She instructed, before counting down as I nodded, "Three. Two! ONE!!!"

I gritted my teeth as I grabbed the Archdemon’s arm and pulled it out with a sharp yell, a violent shudder erupting across my body, blood gushing out of the hole in my stomach.

"[High Magic Boost]," Chanted Damien, casting an enchantment on the Healer.

"[High Heal]!" She exclaimed, the hole in my stomach steadily closing up as she healed me, my vision returning to right eye and my arm starting to grow back too.

It took several seconds before the wound in my stomach fully closed up and my arm regenerated, a quiet sigh escaping my lips as most of the pain faded.

It’s still pretty sore and stinging around my stomach, it kinda hurts to move my right eye, and my regrown arm feels numb and shaky, but I’m not complaining. I’m alive.

"O-Okay, I’m going to go heal Keira, bring Ariella over there so that I can immediately heal her right afterwards. Damien, cast Mana Recovery on me!"

"Got it," I nodded, rushing over towards Aria as the two of them headed for Keira, while Damien restored the Healer’s Mana.

I came to a stop and knelt down beside Aria, her face pale with dark circles under her eyes. I reached down with a sense of dread, feeling the side of her neck before a wave of relief washed over me as I felt a pulse.

It’s slight, but she’s still alive!

I carefully lifted her up and hurried over towards the Healer, who was in the middle of healing Keira.

"What’s her state?" She inquired as I carefully set Aria down next to her.

"Not good, her pulse is getting weaker. I-I don’t mean to rush you, but-...," I began anxiously.

"Okay, Keira’s in stable-enough condition that she’s not in any real danger anymore, I’ll finish healing her afterwards," She remarked as she turned towards Aria, adding as she glanced back at Damien, "I need more Mana, and another boost to my Magic!"

"Alright, [Mid Mana Recovery], [Mid Magic Boost]," He chanted, enchanting her as she began healing Aria...