Absolute Cheater-Chapter 313: Red Womb VII

Asher gave her a sidelong glance, his smirk curling into something deeper—pride, perhaps, or a flicker of nostalgia. "Hmph. You were always more dangerous when you followed your instincts."

Valeris twirled her twin blades with a fluid flick of her wrists, their steel still humming faintly from the energy of her last clash. "Dangerous, huh? I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was one," Asher said simply.

They passed through the remains of the shattered eggshells, the ground littered with steaming gore and fragments of bone. The chamber's walls began to pulse with a slower, more ominous rhythm—throbbing like a heartbeat deep in the Womb's core.

Ahead, a new archway formed of hooked ribs and pulsating sinew opened before them, revealing a vast and cavernous descent. The air grew heavier—metallic. The scent of blood was sharper here.

"Let's go to the next one after absorbing the law crystals," he said, and she nodded.

This time, they had six crystals of each Law—granted by the more powerful foes they had just defeated, and containing deeper comprehension.

They absorbed them quietly, the energy sinking deep into their cores.

Valeris's Blood Law comprehension reached 10%, while Asher's Corruption Law rose to 15%.

The path ahead sloped downward, the ribbed archway giving way to a long, descending corridor carved from flesh-like stone and veins of pulsating black crystal. Every step echoed with a heartbeat not their own. This layer of the Red Womb pulsed with an awareness—watching, breathing, waiting.

Valeris walked beside Asher, her expression sharpening as they moved. "This place… feels older."

"It is," Asher murmured, eyes narrowing. "It's deeper. Closer to the Womb's true heart."

As they reached the base of the descent, the corridor opened into a massive sanctum. Unlike the previous chambers, this one resembled a cathedral—columns of coiled muscle rose to support a dome of bone and obsidian. At its center rested a great altar, and above it floated a sphere of liquid darkness, rotating slowly, dripping threads of condensed Law.

From the shadows, three figures stirred.

Not beasts.

Not constructs.

These were humanoid.

Tall. Terrible.

And utterly silent.

They stepped forward with eerie grace—each one cloaked in regal flesh-bound robes, with a long, vertical slit in place of a face, leaking mist of raw Law essence. Long talons extended from their sleeves—bladed, curved, dripping with unnatural ichor.

Each of them radiated dominance.

One pulsed with pure Blood Law, crimson and pulsing like a still-beating heart.

The second shimmered with absolute Darkness, trailing shadows that devoured light entirely.

The third distorted the air around it, bathed in a storm of Corruption, its very presence fraying reality at the edges.

They did not speak.

They simply raised their heads—and stared at Asher.

Valeris unsheathed her twin blades. "They're different. Smarter."

"They're guardians," Asher said coldly, eyes gleaming. "Probably spawned from the Womb's soul. They're not just using the Laws… they are the Laws."

The Blood Guardian moved first.

It dashed forward with blinding speed, every footstep thudding like a heartbeat. Valeris blurred to meet it, their blades clashing in a shower of sparks and red light. Each strike from the Blood Guardian was precise, like a surgeon dissecting her movements—but Valeris's dual sword technique was honed, elegant, fluid. She weaved between slashes, spinning and countering with crescents of silver flame.

Asher didn't watch.

Because the Darkness Guardian was already lunging at him.

It didn't run—it simply vanished from sight.

And then it was there, beside him.

Asher raised his hand, summoning the Crown of Thorns, a spinning ring of corrupted energy, just in time to parry the talons. The two clashed in a storm of black mist and void energy.

Asher countered.

A snap of his fingers—Abyss Bloom, a flower of negative light exploding at the Guardian's feet.

The creature twisted unnaturally mid-air, avoiding it. But it wasn't over.

"Let's dance," Asher whispered.

With a thought, he activated Sanguine Supreme: Bloodlit Dominion.

His aura exploded in crimson majesty, filling the cathedral chamber with blood-soaked wind. His eyes glowed with molten red, and shadowed veins crept across his skin. Time slowed as he stepped forward.

One blink.

And he was inside the Darkness Guardian's guard.

He brought his hand forward in a spear thrust—Voidpiercer Fang—and drove it through the creature's midsection. It shrieked without a mouth, its form unraveling into black ribbons, but it was not dead.

It reformed above him and stabbed down with both hands.

But a great roar shook the chamber—

The Corruption Guardian, seeing Asher's dominance over Darkness, had summoned something far worse. A circle of glyphs spread beneath it—corrupted Laws interlocking, fusing, forming a maelstrom.

From the maelstrom rose a creature.

Massive. Twisted.

A Corrupted Dragonborn, formed of bone and soul, fused into one howling entity. It stood taller than twenty men, with wings of rotten leather and a tail made of shrieking tendrils.

Valeris was still locked with the Blood Guardian, and she couldn't break away.

So Asher did the only thing he needed to.

He reached into his soul—

And summoned the Dread Dragon King.

Reality tore open behind him.

From the rift emerged the pitch-black dragon, its nine-pointed crown radiating a power that silenced even the Guardians. It stepped into the cathedral with silent fury, blue eyes like frozen stars.

It didn't wait.

The Dread Dragon King launched at the Corrupted Dragonborn in a blur of darkness and wind.

Claws met bone. Wings clashed with shrieking tendrils. Their battle was a tempest—black fire rained down, flesh ripped from the stone, and every roar shook the foundations of the Womb.

Asher and the Darkness Guardian fought amidst this chaos—every move more desperate, more refined. It lashed at him with expanding rings of void, he cut through them with Law Severance, his blade slicing through dimensional rifts like silk.

Meanwhile, Valeris screamed as her blood caught flame. Her body spun, two blades burning with the technique of Blue Moon Eclipse, and struck the Blood Guardian across its chest—leaving a trail of silver fire in a perfect X.

It fell.

Ashen mist leaked from its wounds.

One down.