Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam-Chapter 796 - 139: Heavenly Principle

If this wretched thing is immortal, then twist off their arms and restrict their movements!

Lance did not hesitate.

The metal beneath the skin of the assailant gave him a stronger sense of oppression than the Demon King. Compared to powerful enemies in the open, this creature wearing human skin was more terrifying.

However, his all-out strike ultimately failed to easily achieve its purpose. The attacker's seemingly slender arm was even harder than steel. After a moment of stalemate, the attacker suddenly threw himself into the air in a manner against human anatomy, twisting along with Lance's force. After two spins, Lance finally released his grip due to the intense pain.

To get close to the four assailants, Lance resorted to the shameful act of playing dead, something disgraceful for a swordsman. He had been poised to strike, and in a flash of melee, he twisted the dagger out of the assailant's hand, but he was still sliced by the hidden weapons on the opponent's body.

There were two deep wounds on his palm and arm, deep enough to see the bone, and once again he was distanced from the assailant.

Under the moonlight, Lance finally saw clearly the weapon that cut him.

—On the arm of the assailant, which he had just twisted, there grew several barbs of the same material as the one beneath the skin. The assailant reset the dislocated arm, and the barbs slowly retracted back into his flesh.

This was beyond description by any profession.

He had traveled with the hero across the entire Silver Radiance Empire and had never seen such an anomaly.

Though they spoke the imperial language like them and seemed to possess human emotions, what lay beneath the skin was another species.

"Lance."

With the "true face" revealed, the assailant's voice changed, no longer filled with mockery and taunts, becoming a cold and emotionless tone.

Lance still did not know what they meant by "heaven's law." He guessed that might be the origin of these abnormalities.

"We are to take you alive back to the Imperial Capital. That is the order."

"Then let's see if you can do it."

Clumsily retreating to his greatsword, Lance forced himself to speak with renewed spirit.

He could describe himself as having exhausted all avenues at that moment. He could feel the poison coursing through every vein, preventing him from gathering his battle energy. Countless wounds riddled his body, threatening to make him lose consciousness at any moment. This time, his companions were nowhere nearby, and even if he miraculously survived this battle, the Great Sage wouldn't come to chant healing prayers for him.

Perhaps the Great Sage hoped this troublesome spirit would disappear completely.

The hero, though returned to the Silver Radiance Empire, was in an extremely unstable mental state and severely injured himself. Even if he was there, he could not deal with these four creatures wearing human skin.

Therefore, he could not fall here!

Lance knew the consequences of losing consciousness; these assailants were likely the killers sent by Duke Ash. That infamous noble had nurtured a group of maniacs who took pleasure in murder. Once he fell, they would slaughter the entire camp, leaving no survivors.

Those people faced the cruelest death possible.

Thinking of this, Lance's eyes narrowed.

Blood instantly spurted from his wounds, forming a mist in the night air.

This was his last resort against the Demon King.

"Make him settle down."

The four exchanged glances.

But this time, their predetermined tactics failed. The heavily injured Lance burst forth with speed beyond human limits, as if in a final surge before death. His muscles swelled, ripping his clothes, and his skin turned crimson from engorgement.

This time, his attack succeeded.

The greatsword struck one of the assailants, resulting in a teeth-grating sound, and the indestructible metal finally snapped into two.

...............

"Yue!"

Elsewhere, Ethan and others were held back by Little Dark.

The darkness spread through the forest like a tide, already passing their ankles. Ethan held the black cat's forepaws, helping her lift her body. The cat opened her mouth wide, revealing sharp fangs, tears nearly flowing from the overwhelming nausea.

Evelyn gently patted the black cat's back, occasionally smoothing her bristling fur.

With their efforts, the cat finally shuddered and expelled the foreign object she had swallowed.

The way she vomited was different from Evelyn's expectations.

The substance didn't emerge from the cat's mouth but from a black vortex above her head. After contracting and expanding a few times, the vortex expelled two twisted metal masses onto the ground.

After ejecting these metal lumps, Little Dark finally relaxed, her tail, once held high, now drooping down.

This was Ethan's first time seeing Little Dark with an upset stomach.

Actually, from the surface, the black hole's pull was her "eating process." She had swallowed things much larger than flayers, and even starships dispatched by the City of Truth hadn't given her indigestion.

"What is this?"

Ethan crouched down and poked the silvery-white metal on the ground, which rolled quietly into the grass, unaffected by the surrounding darkness.

"I don't know."

Little Dark said moodily, "I want to ask you what you fed me!"

This had reached the limits of her digestion, twisting the remaining metal into a lump. She had never seen such a thing and hadn't expected a "toxic substance" hidden within the flayer's body.