SSS Demon King System: The Rise of a Dying Extra-Chapter 49: Shemsu Amenti.

Skull fell to his knees, the spiritual pressure exerted was too great.

The lich couldn’t move, however, he had more than one trick up his sleeve.

Freki’s corpse moved with speed, launching a powerful kick toward the woman.

In turn, a great figure made itself seen; the giant Legran brought down his axe with force, from the opposite side.

"Pffft, pathetic, the dead will never reach the level of the living," she said while easily catching Legran’s axe with her hand and blocking the kick with her forearm. "If this is the best you have, you better start praying."

The woman smiled, in an instant spiritual flames enveloped both consuming their bodies in a mere instant.

"Is that all?" she said.

"W-who the hell...?" Skull couldn’t continue his question.

The pressure had intensified.

"You don’t even deserve the honor of knowing my name, though the truth is it’s complicated to say, I’m Fenrir’s spirit locked in the fusion of two bodies," she commented while holding her chin with her fingers. "It matters little anyway, after all you’re going to die."

Skull was surprised to hear that.

He wasn’t an enemy he could overcome.

Unless he used "that."

The lich gathered strength to be able to introduce his arm inside his tunic, however, he was caught in the act.

The pressure had practically embedded him in the earth.

"Whatever you’re trying, don’t think you’ll have it easy."

Skull could no longer move, however, there was no longer a need to do so.

He had already achieved his objective.

* * *

Lloyd shot toward the knight, propelled by air launched from his hands.

Quickly different structures formed around him.

They were tungsten carbide drills with lonsdaleite inserts at the tip.

Each drill began to spin with immense speed while shooting out like a torpedo toward the enemy.

The knight moved at that instant, carrying a large blue sword which he used to break the drills.

He simply used short and precise movements, showing his clear superiority in combat.

But, Lloyd also had his tricks.

The first two drills were destroyed with ease, however, the third exploded, releasing a large amount of dust.

The next one exploded making the cloud combust.

And the last one finally connected... Or that was the plan.

But the warrior managed to dodge the projectile in time, moving to one side.

"Heh."

Lloyd smiled.

The warrior’s foot sank up to the knee in the ground, which was now a swamp.

Hands emerged catching who Lloyd theorized was Siegfried.

The boy knew these didn’t have the strength to hold him... With a foothold.

However, no matter how tremendous your strength, without a surface from which to push yourself, you can’t do anything.

In Siegfried’s case, at least he would gain a few valuable seconds.

The sky roared.

Storm clouds swirled.

However, Siegfried didn’t fear lightning.

Lloyd knew it.

He had already died before, enduring to be able to create storm clouds and thus create natural lightning.

But when the lightning struck the knight.

It did him no harm.

The reason was simple, his armor had served as a Faraday cage.

Moreover, surely there wouldn’t be a human or at least living body inside the armor.

If there was anything.

However, Lloyd had failed on purpose, all so Siegfried would become confident.

He had created bigger clouds this time, as if trying to make the same play but stronger.

He wanted Siegfried to think he was desperate.

However, it wasn’t the same play.

This time it would be different.

"Hammer of dawn."

A crystal appeared from the clouds, and in an instant more than 250 billion joules were released and channeled through the crystal.

The energy was transmitted as a powerful column of light that for an instant, seemed to hold sky and earth.

The laser’s power was bestial, the landscape completely changed to a magmatic hell.

Siegfried had been hit full on, subjected to more than thirty thousand degrees.

Lloyd had been sent flying using his own impulse, though he was equally reached by the thermal wave.

The boy bounced on the ground until lying on the floor.

Had he done it?

There was no way anyone could survive that, it was simply impossible.

Getting up, Lloyd looked toward where Siegfried had been before.

The world seemed to stop.

It was impossible, unimaginable.

Siegfried had survived.

And now he walked toward him, his armor glowing red hot, each step he took made the scene more terrifying.

Lloyd knew it, this was a world of monsters.

However, would he really have to fight them so soon?

Creating that cloud wasn’t a simple feat. He had considerable energy reserves, but creating a cloud was a difficult task.

He had to take advantage that each death made him return with his energy full again.

He gradually expelled energy, adjusting the climate correctly, little by little he had the necessary elements to carry out his plan.

But he had underestimated his opponent.

Rather, Siegfried was beyond reasonable.

Lloyd could only laugh.

"Bastard... You’re going to force me to be rough," the boy smiled.

He barely had energy left.

But it was enough to do what he wanted.

Little by little he was channeling a mineral: plutonium, forming a small sphere that he was compressing and increasing in volume.

He had to stabilize it, while also starting to generate impulse energy, but retaining the sphere.

Siegfried’s armor had already recovered its color, and now was running toward Lloyd.

But it was too late.

The sphere shot out toward the warrior.

The explosion would be of titanic proportions.

* * *

How was it possible?

How was it possible that a simple girl was defeating trained assassins?

Each of them had been trained since youth to be assassins, each had had to assassinate their own companions.

That means, each assassin present there carried the will of their former companions. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

They were strong.

Perhaps they weren’t monsters, but they could assassinate an imperial soldier with relative ease.

Of course, they were specialized in assassination, not direct combat.

However, the idea that a simple girl is destroying them was simply humiliating.

Weapons didn’t seem to pierce her skin, poison was ineffective, and if she managed to catch you, you would be assassinated immediately.

Was she even human?

"Alright, we’ll do what we said... Three, two, one... Attack!" one of his companions shouted.

One of the men threw a chain surrounding the girl, while another caught the tip.

Both pulled the chains making the girl be suspended in the air.

It wasn’t a normal chain, this was capable of draining a person’s Touki.

Right at that instant, the assassin acted, with his curved sword he launched a cut toward the girl’s neck.

It was a cursed sword imbued in infernal salts.

The wounds produced by it cauterized as if using demonic flames.

Healing was practically impossible.

But, the blade never reached the girl.

She spun, at great speed.

Upon doing so she untangled from the chains in an almost comical way.

And just upon touching the ground, she shot out.

The assassin felt his belly being hit with force, too much force.

His body bent and was sent flying toward a rock.

"Quick! Keep attacking," a voice said.

But then, silence fell over the place.

A strange unease had invaded them.

Soon they saw it, how in the distance the trees and plants were dying, blackened and turned to dust.

In less than a breath, death arrived.

It was neither cruel nor merciful.

Simply too fast.