Catgirls And Dungeons (Yuri)-Chapter 134: Chaos Destruction

Oi… Oiii!!

Compared to Chaos Tempest—

This new sword style… Chaos Destruction: Rampage—… it's even better!

It isn't just more powerful.

It's cataclysmic.

It's simpler though, but fighting these stupid enemies with low intelligent? It's turned out to be the best method!

With this style, every swing of Felicia's oversized greatsword unleashes a concussive detonation of raw demonic force.

BOOOOM!!

The ground ruptures.

BOOM!!

A row of zombies vanishes, vaporized.

She doesn't cut enemies.

She erases them!

Zombies are reduced to mist. Skeletons shatter into clouds of white dust. The very ground trembles beneath our feet.

And through it all, she grins, that same manic grin full of fangs, eyes wild with laughter and fury.

She's enjoying this, and me too.

The air behind her glows red-hot, scorched by the aftershocks of each explosive strike.

Waves of smoke trail her every movement like the wake of a missile.

Yes—the sword in our hands is massive.

And it's really, really heavy. Felicia has to reinforce her arms with layers of mana just to keep it swinging.

But that doesn't seem to slow her down at all.

She still moves like freaking lightning—

Disappearing and reappearing all over the battlefield, breaking the sound barrier with every step.

The ground cracks beneath her feet with each jump, shockwaves blasting out in every direction.

A Corpse Golem lunges—the one with too many arms and far too many eyes.

Felicia ducks low, then launches upward.

Her body blurs as she flips backward, just as the massive creature crashes down where she stood, shattering an entire stone plaza with a single missed strike.

She lands—twisting in midair—and flows right back into motion, cutting through the swarm of lesser undead like a red-hot blade slicing through wax.

Woosh!

BOOM!

Their numbers thin by the second.

And then— I suddenly realize something.

Wait… a minute!

At first, it looks like she just swinging down and slashing randomly, but no

I see it now

I see it!

There's a rhythm.

A method behind the madness.

It's momentum!

Chained strikes building on one another through precision and form!

Yes, every swing is fast, and devastating, but it doesn't end with just destroying enemies or building, it creates momentum for the next.

And so—the end of one move becomes the beginning of the next, each strike feeds the next in a relentless rhythm, creating a cascading effect.

The more she swings, the more power builds.

The more power builds, the more devastation the sword can unleash.

It's just that simple.

And yet…

It's starting to look ridiculously terrifying now.

Using Chaos Destruction: Rampage, Felicia tears through the small fry—mowing them down while charging up, preparing for a final strike that's clearly coming soon.

Indeed, the force behind every swing rises—

Up.

And up.

And up.

Twenty percent more power after every slash.

Now, she's reached the limit. The momentum's built to its peak.

Time for the fiftieth swing.

Swing number forty-nine—a wide arc that ends low, knees bent, feet grounded in the shattered earth.

And then I feel it—

BOOM!!!

She launches skyward like a cannon blast!

Spinning once—twice—three times in midair.

Red mist curls from her mouth like smoke.

Her eyes glow, feral and bright.

"Chaos Destruction…" she growls—

And then, raising the blade above her head, which is now zapping with red lightning as energy reach climax.

Her voice howls—

"AN-NI-HI-LA-TION!!"

SLAAASSHHH!!!

VRRROOOOMMMMM!!

A blazing arc of crimson destruction erupts from her greatsword!!!

And tears across the battlefield like a wrathful god's judgment!!!

The four-armed Corpse Golem roars, raising all its limbs to shield its face.

But it's no use…

SHKKK!

BOOOOOOOOM!!

The slash cleaves through the raised arms—splits the abomination clean in half.

The giant collapses in a deafening crash, its massive body taking down dozens of undead with it.

Flesh and bone—once tightly fused—spill apart in a tsunami of gore.

And through it all, Felicia lands in a crouch. Calm. Smirking.

Meanwhile, I watch in awe.

Holy shit…

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And with that—

"One down. Two to go," Felicia announces, chest rising and falling in rhythm with her racing heart. She pants slightly, but her grin? That's wilder than ever, feral and electric. Her eyes gleam with the thrill of combat, her entire being pulsing with fiery adrenaline.

And yeah—

I'm losing it too.

HOLY SHIT! I'M SO HYPED RIGHT NOW! THIS IS FREAKING AWESOME!!!

I honestly thought those three golems were going to be impossible. Some kind of game-ending boss trio.

But turns out, they are still nothing to Felicia!

She's too overpowered!

Then—without wasting a second—she's moving again.

The rhythm returns.

The next sequence of Chaos Destruction: Rampage begins.

One swing.

Two swings.

Three.

Each strike flows into the next like thunderclaps in a storm, building energy, faster and faster, the pressure inside the greatsword rising to dangerous levels.

BOOM—BOOM—BOOM!

Crimson mana crackles along the blade's edge. Red lightning arcs across the air. The ground scorches beneath her feet as she dashes between the remaining two giants, dodging their massive, crushing blows with terrifying precision and speed.

And just like before—

Momentum builds.

Power screams into the blade.

Until the hum becomes a howl, until the iron glows hot.

49th swing…

FINISHED!

Now—

IT'S TIME!

I watch in anticipation again.

Just then, like perfect timing, the second golem, the twisted, multi-limbed freak with too many eyes and far too many arms, lunges from above, launching itself like a living meteor.

Its entire body comes crashing down, arms all forward, trying to crush Felicia with its body!

However…

It's actually jumping into death now!

Nyahahaha!

Because—

"AN-NI-HI-LA-TION!!!"

SLAAAAAASSHHH!!

VRRROOOOMMMMMMMM!!!

The air rips open.

Another monstrous arc of red energy tears upward from her blade, a screaming crescent of pure destruction that cleaves the beast in midair.

BOOOOM!!!!

The corpse golem splits cleanly in two, its body unraveling like an overstuffed sack of flesh.

It crashes to the ground in pieces, and with it, another tsunami of blood and limbs explodes across the battlefield, drenching everything in grotesque gore.

And then, as Felicia lands, "Haaaaaaah…" she exhales hard.

Her grip relaxes.

The greatsword—strained from handling two Annihilation strikes—can't take it anymore.

It shatters in her hands, fragments scatter into the air like falling embers, fading into smoke…

Damn….

I'm starting to get emotional now.

I salute.

Good bye, Greatsword-san! You served this catgirl with honor!

That was beautiful… what a way to go for a sword.

Well, honestly, that thing wasn't even special. Just a hunk of sharpened steel we picked off the ground.

But damn—it held out longer than anyone had any right to expect…

…

Without missing a beat, Felicia is already scanning the battlefield.

And then—aha—she finds another!

A larger sword.

Heavier!

Meaner!

She yanks it from the corpse of a fallen warrior, dragging it across the blood-soaked stone. It scrapes with a brutal screech, sparks dancing in its wake.

The final Corpse Golem steps forward, its bone-forged greatsword clutched tight in its massive hands, eyes glowing like furnace coals.

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"RARRWWWRRRRRRR!"

It roars, loud and furious, shaking the heavens.

The air trembles.

The world shakes.

But Felicia?

She just grins, brushing the dark blood off her cheek.

"Last one."

"Nn!" I beam, my excitement boiling over. "Let's go! DESTROY HIM!"

"Should be easy," Feliciia says with a wicked chuckle, lowering into her stance.

Then—

BOOM!

She shoots forward like a missile, sword raised, the earth cracking behind her.

The momentum begins again.

One swing.

Two swings.

Three…

Rampage has begun anew.