Liberation of The Slaves

Chapter 133 – Dungeon Outbreak (Part 4)

– Selena’s POV –

I lunged at the wolf’s daughter again, silver hair whipping behind me as Auranthiel carved a streak of light through the smoky air. I refused to let up. If I gave them even a breath, they would use it to corner me.

A sudden chill raced along my spine. I felt danger from the side.

Claaannkk!

I twisted my body mid-step, raising Auranthiel just in time to intercept the wolf father’s descending claws. The impact rang like a struck bell, sparks of heavenfire and dark mana scattering between us.

“Grrr!?” {“Do you think I’ll allow you to hurt her again!?”}

His snarl vibrated through the clearing, thick with killing intent. I did not answer. Words were useless here. My left hand was already gathering mana, threads of heavenfire coiling around my palm.

Before I could release it, a surge of dark mana flared from the wolf daughter’s direction.

I clicked my tongue and redirected.

The heavenfire ball left my hand in a blazing arc and collided with the cluster of dark spheres she hurled toward me.

Boom!

Light devoured shadow for an instant. The explosion carved open space between us, dust and embers swallowing their silhouettes.

I retreated, wind solidifying beneath my feet as I formed a platform and pulled myself back.

But the wolf father burst through the smoke with uncanny precision, his massive frame slicing through the air.

Whaam!

His claws slammed into my Astral Pyreweaving. They failed to pierce it, but the pressure thinned the aura coating my left thigh. The barrier flickered faintly.

If he kept striking the same spot, he would eventually break through. He did not give me the chance to reinforce it.

I dodged to the side to avoid his follow-up, only for silver fur to flash in my peripheral vision.

“Kuh!”

Pain seared across my left shoulder as the daughter’s claws grazed me. Blood trickled down my arm, warm against the night air.

The father attacked again, his claws colliding with Auranthiel.

Shockwaves rippled outward. I pushed heavenfire into my blade, forcing back the dark mana pressing against me. But even while I locked blades with him, the daughter circled like a hunting wolf, precise and patient.

I leaped backward, narrowly avoiding her fangs. She did not look frustrated, but smiled.

I deflected another strike and retreated again. She only grinned wider, as if amused that I was surviving.

“Huh!?”

Pain snapped at my neck from behind. Crimson tendrils lashed around me and yanked me off balance.

I barely stabilized myself on my wind platform.

The long crimson strands writhing around the Bloodmoon Beasts.

“Whips… No… Is that blood?”

“Grrr!” {“It’s my son’s blood that will soon be replaced by your own!”}

The wolf father descended from above as I reinforced my aura in a hurry.

Claaankk!

The force drove me to my knees. My blade barely held his claws at bay. His fangs loomed inches from my face.

“Kuh!”

Crimson whips bound my left arm from above and coiled around my right leg from below.

“Grrr!” {“You are unable to run away right now!”}

The daughter lunged.

I layered heavenfire barriers in front of me, stacking them in frantic succession.

But her fangs pierced the first layer instantly.

The second layer shattered under her relentless force.

Then…

“Arrrghhhh!”

The Bloodmoon Beasts pulled me in opposite directions. My joints screamed. Even if I was stronger than them individually, being torn from above and below would eventually rip my limbs apart.

The wolf father struck again, this time with his leg, aiming for my neck. I threw up more barriers.

Trapped in a deadly vice, I faced three lethal attacks aimed at my neck and eyes, each poised to end my life, while two blood whips pulled me in two different directions.

At this rate… I will die!

At that moment,Aza’s voice rang in my mind.

(“It will hurt so much, but bear with it!”)

Wind exploded above me.

A violent downward force yanked my body free.

“Aaaaaaarrrrrgghhhhh!!!!”

White agony consumed me.

My left arm tore off at the shoulder.

For a heartbeat, my vision turned red.

But I fell out of their killing zone.

Blood poured from the torn stump as I hit the ground hard.

Through blurred vision, I saw Aza move.

She teleported above the wolf father and used his broad back as a springboard. Her body twisted midair with terrifying grace as she shot toward the daughter, whose jaws were still open from her charge.

A condensed hellfire sphere entered her mouth.

It erupted through her back.

The daughter’s body froze, then collapsed… at the cost of my left arm.

Aza did not hesitate. She teleported again, retrieving my severed arm before it could be trampled, and stored it inside her Item Storage.

I forced my remaining arm to move. I ripped free from the blood whips binding my leg with brute strength, ignoring the dizziness creeping in.

Aza appeared beside me and pressed my severed arm into my hand.

“Great Heal.”

Golden light enveloped the wound. Flesh knit. Bone fused. Nerves reconnected.

The pain was indescribable.

“That hurts so much!”

I shouted at her, tears stinging my eyes.

I knew she had saved me, but it still hurt.

“You can ask my master to take the insurance payment later.”

She shrugged, completely unfazed.

“Grrr…!?” {“You… Why are you here!?”}

The wolf father’s voice trembled. He was not staring at his daughter’s corpse.

He was staring at Aza.

She tilted her head slightly.

“Because my side has finished?”

There was no arrogance in her tone. She was simply stating a fact.

We both looked toward the other battlefield. Not a single wolf remained, only scorched earth.

“G-Grrr…?” {“H-How…?”}

His disbelief echoed my own thoughts. All the wolves she had faced were stronger than her current vessel, yet she stood without a scratch.

“Even if you ask me… This body only knows basic magic. So I killed them with basic magic only. Like this.”

She extended both hands.

A dark blue star blade formed above her palms, humming softly.

It shot toward the remaining Bloodmoon Beasts.

But the beasts easily dodged.

Then the blade curved midair, chasing them.

The beasts dodged again.

The blade turned again.

“If one star is not enough, then add two.”

Another blade joined the pursuit.

They still dodged.

“If two are not enough, make it four.”

Two more materialized and launched.

Now the beasts struggled to keep up.

“If that’s still not enough, then eight.”

Slash!

The Bloodmoon Beasts began to falter, unable to avoid all the blades. Some of the blades slashed them, inflicting small wounds that repeated again and again.

“If still not enough… sixteen.”

Slash!

Small wounds opened across their bodies.

“Thirty-two.”

Slash!

“Sixty-four.”

Psh!

The cuts multiplied. Each wound reopened again and again as more blades converged on the same points.

“One hundred twenty eight.”

Their movements slowed.

“Two hundred fifty six.”

New blood sprayed into the air.

“Five hundred twelve.”

At last, in less than thirty seconds, both Bloodmoon Beasts collapsed under the relentless barrage.

“Grrr!?” {“You can control over one thousand magics!?”}

His shock mirroring my own disbelief.

Even activating identical spells simultaneously required immense focus. In my prime, I could control around one hundred basic spells at once, and that was already extraordinary. Most natives here could not even handle twenty.

Yet she manipulated over a thousand without visible strain.

Aza merely shrugged.

“Now, you are the only one left.”

Her gaze fixed on the Alpha Packmaster.

The air grew heavy.

I tightened my grip on Auranthiel, newly reattached fingers flexing around the hilt.

The hunt had reversed.

And this time, he was alone.