Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 152 - 150: An Act of Cowardice, I Will Not Tolerate

Westheid never planned on defeating the Dirt World Desolate God by himself. Even with a Tier T0 Talent and a full stack of buffs, it was impossible. Even hacks have their limits.

But it didn’t matter. Westheid had dared to walk into the trap for a reason—he had an ace up his sleeve. His confidence stemmed from the Beast-eared Maiden by his side.

The moment Westheid finished speaking, a cold, sharp Knight’s Silver Sword thrust straight toward the Desolate God’s head.

However, the Devourer certainly hadn’t forgotten the bearer of the curse. In its eyes, Mivana was far more important than Westheid.

Failing to instantly kill Westheid, the Desolate God immediately changed targets. It grabbed the Silver Sword with one claw, allowing the blade blessed by the Riding God to pierce its flesh, while its other claw came crashing down on Mivana.

The Wolf-eared Maiden blocked the Devourer’s claw with her Arm Armor, and her Shadow Fire Armor instantly shattered.

This wasn’t to say the equipment forged by Shamuel and the others was shoddy. In fact, the quality of the Shadow Fire Equipment was universally acclaimed, and the Warriors of Qinghui had nothing but praise for it.

It was just... how could mere equipment forged from Fine Steel, Mithril, and Shadow Fire possibly compare to a body tempered through endless training?

Mivana used the shockwave from her Armor shattering to seize the initiative. Then, her Heartless Iron Hand clamped around the Devourer’s throat. She sank into a low stance, and then...

SLAM—

Mivana dragged the behemoth’s body across the ground, carving a trench like a heavy plow tilling the earth.

The Beast-eared Maiden deftly dragged the Dirt World Desolate God with one hand while brandishing her Knight’s Silver Sword with the other. Every strike sent a shower of sparks into the air, flinging foul-smelling gobbets of flesh and fluid everywhere.

The massive Monster swung its giant claws and blades, trying to swat down the Lady Knight who was so much smaller than itself, but it could never land a blow.

"ROOOOAR!!!"

A furious roar echoed. Having apparently lost its patience, the Devourer spread its wings, kicking up a gale. It stopped trying to attack the incredibly agile Mivana with its body. Instead, it turned the crimson eye on its head to stare directly at the speeding Lady Knight.

The instant its gaze fell upon her, Mivana felt a prickling sense of danger. Her form flickered, dissolving into a series of afterimages before vanishing from the behemoth’s sight.

Unable to lock on, the Devourer instead swept its claw across the ground, launching massive chunks of rock and soil from the sundered earth high into the air.

Countless points of light condensed on the massive, hammer-like horn on the Desolate God’s head. A crimson beam of light suddenly shot out, sweeping across the sky. It instantly vaporized the flying rocks into a golden-red mist and specks of lava that enveloped the heavens.

In a flash, the entire sky was shrouded in a rapidly expanding cloud of golden-red vaporized lava and metallic mist. No matter how agile Mivana was, she couldn’t escape such a wide area in time. She took the full, tyrannical force of the superheated metal impact.

The Wolf-eared Maiden clutched her wound and retreated. However, after she casually dispatched a few Fallen Beasts, the ghastly-looking injury began to heal at a visible rate.

The derived trait, Bloodthirst, already possessed an incredible lifesteal potency. It was hard to imagine just how absurdly powerful the original Cursed Source Blood was.

The Devourer stared at Mivana, its crimson gaze flickering uncertainly.

"Hah... hah... As expected of the prison that sealed the Progenitor Forerunners. Such ridiculous brute force is truly astounding."

"Or maybe, you’re just too weak?"

Westheid strode forward, his taunt hitting right where it hurt.

"I’ve never seen such a pathetic Dirt World Desolate God. If you’d run your mouth a little less, you might not be panting for air right now."

"Ha, to be looked down upon by a mere mortal? It’s true... I know I am tainted by the poison of Order, and the Mother Goddess’s blessing has waned because of it. But no matter. I believe this is the best way to complete my mission."

"Besides... even in my weakened state, I am far beyond what mortals like you could ever hope to match!"

The Desolate God let out a great laugh and spread its arms wide, about to show Westheid and Mivana exactly how it had earned the name "Devourer."

SQUELCH—

The bodies of all the surrounding Chaos Demons split open, and pure, sanguine and umber Power of Chaos flowed into the Desolate God. The wounds dealt by Shadow-Born and the Silver Sword healed rapidly, and its entire presence grew more imposing and profound. The very space around it seemed to warp from the intense heat.p>

"Now, the real battle begins."

The next instant, the Desolate God’s massive figure vanished.

BAM—

With a single blow, Mivana was struck as if by a great hammer. Though she had instantly raised her Silver Sword to block, she was inevitably sent flying backward, a spiderweb of cracks spreading across the ground beneath her trajectory.

The tables had turned!

Now that it was serious, the Dirt World Desolate God revealed the absolute disparity in their power. Westheid immediately yelled:

"Mivana, stop holding back! Go all out, just like we planned!"

The Wolf-eared Maiden scrambled to her feet. With her eyes slightly downcast, she nodded. "Understood."

She then closed her eyes and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, her once-dazzling Gold eyes were stained an eerie, dark red.

CRACKLE—CREAK—

Accompanied by the sound of popping bones, crimson fissures bloomed across the Beast-eared Maiden’s fair skin, and the ends of her violet-black hair took on a withered hue.

As Mivana tossed aside her Knight’s Silver Sword and took a staggering step forward, a dense shadow of terror, one that made every living creature tremble in panic, fell over their hearts.

It was like a blazing inferno, a surging tide, an unstoppable, overwhelming killing intent...

[You have been affected by the Fear Aura of [Cursed Source Blood]... Effect resisted.]

[You have been affected by the Spiritual Pressure of [Cursed Source Blood]... Effect cannot be resisted. All Attributes decreased.]

[You have been affected by [Cursed Source Blood].......]

Pop-ups flooded Westheid’s vision. Mivana had only just fully unleashed her Cursed Source Blood, and she was already putting immense pressure on him.

So just how strong was a Mivana who had fully embraced her cursed bloodline?

In Westheid’s estimation, she could rival someone at the Legendary Celestial Rank. There was no doubt about it.

Although she could only maintain this Legend-level power for a few short minutes to avoid being consumed by instinct, those few minutes, with Westheid’s support, would be more than enough to make short work of the Devourer.

This was the trump card Westheid had prepared for the Desolate God!

However, upon sensing the shocking waves of power radiating from Mivana, the Devourer subconsciously took a step back and said flatly:

"You’ve actually made the power of us Progenitor Forerunners your own? How terrifying."

"If you’re going to use that power, then I’d rather not fight you."

With that, without a shred of hesitation, the Devourer turned, launched itself upward, and flapped its wings to flee.

This decisive action left Westheid utterly flabbergasted, which was immediately followed by an unparalleled rage.

He had considered countless ways the Devourer might respond. Perhaps it would try to provoke Mivana until she lost her mind. Or maybe the Desolate God would target him as a weak point. It might even unleash a stronger form or summon reinforcements.

’But the one thing I never expected was for it to just run away!’

’Are you even a Chaos Creature?! I’ve never seen a Chaos Demon just turn and run! How are you worthy of the name Desolate God?!’

’Such cowardice... I will not let it stand!’

Westheid was instantly overcome with Blood Fury. But the one even more furious was, without a doubt, Mivana, who had entered a state of liberated instinct.

Without needing a word from Westheid, Mivana shot forward. An immense wheel of energy formed behind the Wolf-eared Maiden, and the storm it generated ripped withered shrubs from the ground and tossed them into the sky.

Overtaking it in an instant, Mivana seized the Devourer’s wings, and then...

RRRRIP—