Chapter 133: A Scent Of Death Is Giggling
[Death Coin is currently giving Cillian a stroke of luck]
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Cillian let out an exasperated breath while ignoring the pain in his side from the two stab wounds. The blade from the previous attack remained attached in there.
Then, pushing his body to the limit and realizing that only his left leg had been broken from the fall, he got up using his dominant leg and grabbed the sword he had managed to plunge into the Hidden One’s chest.
"Urgh!"
Feeling the pain Cillian had instilled in him, the Hidden One suddenly recalled the voice of someone who had somehow become stuck in his head through Arthur’s memories.
Even though his face was different, that arrogant tone and that arrogant smile all matched up.
"You brat!"
Limping from his injury, Cillian tried to push his blade into the Hidden One’s throat until he was stopped by an invisible force.
Cillian struggled to push the blade deeper, only to notice that the Hidden One’s other hand had manifested a ’wall of air’ between them.
"Fire...ball!"
Gritting his teeth, Cillian manifested a miniature Fireball and tried to throw it toward the weakened Hidden One, hoping to distract him from maintaining the wall of air. However, it only backfired, as his Fireball was redirected back at him, striking his arm.
"Urgh!"
Feeling the spell return to him, Cillian bit his lip as he watched the Hidden One stand up from the ground with broken arms and legs. The sight of him standing alone was too grotesque to look at, with a cracked head and a bleeding heart. A mortal couldn’t survive such injuries.
Yet, Hidden One is alive.
He might have been feeling the pain from Arthur’s body since he was using it as a vessel to attempt his escape, but the ’God’ was still able to retain a bit of himself because... he was a god, just a very weakened one.
"You fucking brat."
Standing in front of Cillian with an irritated expression, the Hidden One shouted and extended his broken arms forward.
"I will eat your soul first!"
Cillian tried to move, but after throwing the Fireball earlier, he hadn’t been able to move, as if the air were compressing every action he was about to take.
’I can’t fucking move...’
Cillian could only watch as the Hidden One’s hand reached his head, throwing Mouthful Eye away to the side before forcing an ’influence’ into him.
"Direct Manipulation!"
Cillian’s eyes rolled, then turned hollow immediately.
[Death Coin is currently giving Cillian a stroke of luck]
The Hidden One directed half of his power into Cillian, trying to consume his soul and move on to his next victims by activating his skills again and performing another round of soul purge. He searched desperately for it inside Cillian until this ’influence’ came to a complete stop.
"!"
The Hidden One froze on the spot.
[A scent of Death within you is giggling.]
Inside the Hidden One’s head was mocking laughter that seemed to have entered his mind, using his own influence to invade him instead.
His power had backfired on him.
[A scent of Death within you is asking Hidden One in a mocking tone why a ’God’ with one broken halo is trying to invade this body.]
[A scent of Death within you spoke, "weakling."]
’What is it talking about?’
Although Cillian’s eyes had turned white, the system’s messages were the only things he could see before his vision slowly regained its clarity.
Cillian then gazed forward.
Traces of unknown fear appeared in the hollow eyes of the Hidden One as he tried pulling his hand away from Cillian, only to be met with an unknown force holding him down.
[A scent of Death within you won’t mind the freebies. They are the ones who entered, after all.]
Soon, the scent of Death ’sucked’ away the influence of the Hidden One that had invaded Cillian’s body.
"AHHHHHHH!"
The Hidden One screamed.
[A scent of Death within you is growing stronger!]
[A scent of Death within you is growing stronger!]
[Death Flag System is getting stronger!]
For some reason, Cillian felt afraid that the scent of Death was growing stronger and was making the ’God’ shout that way, but a small, playful smile appeared on his lips.
Anything that can be used will be used right now.
"Have a fucking feast!"
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
The Hidden One continued shouting while feeling his strength being drained by the unknown entity inside Cillian, who fully accepted it and decided to mind with the consequences later.
But he never stayed idle.
While Aster was buying time and keeping the other Shepherds in check to the best of his abilities, Cillian, who found himself free from the restraints of the Hidden One’s power, also moved and refused to let the scent of Death do all the work.
Cillian clenched the fist that was holding the sword and thrust it toward the Hidden One’s body.
"Fireball!"
Then, Cillian added an attack by spamming his Fireball.
Whoosh—!
If the body it was trying to possess died, would the entity behind the possession die as well? Cillian didn’t know if this was the right method, but anything he could think of right now would only be an attempt while using his knowledge as a professional hater and web novel reader.
"Die!"
Shak—!
"AHHHHHHHHH!"
The Hidden One continued shouting as his entire identity was being eaten by the laughing entity inside his head. He started ignoring the pain he was feeling and tried to keep his thoughts from going haywire.
’This... can’t continue! What the hell is this anyway?! I-it’s eating me instead!’
His soul, which had been sealed, was being forced to transfer into Arthur’s body as the entity continued ’eating’ his whole identity, leaving his entire existence vulnerable to disappearance.
Shak—!
’This fucking brat is still stabbing me!’
Shak—!
The Hidden One looked ahead and saw Cillian continuing to stab him with the sword while burning him with the Fireball, all while wearing a ridiculous mocking smile on his face. The ’God’ didn’t know if this brat was a crazy person... no, he knew. He understood that Cillian was that crazy!
Shak—!
’I have... to do something...!’
Shak—!
Cillian had successfully stabbed the Hidden One five times with a triumphant smile while adding his Fireball into the mix several times already. And just as he was about to stab him for the sixth time, the ’God’ made a desperate move.
He twisted his body and targeted the path through which Cillian’s sword would move, using it to cut one of his arms.
Slice—!
Once his arm was cut, the Hidden One tried to quickly grab the sword away from Cillian, but Cillian tightened his grip on it, knowing the Hidden One might use it to kill him.
"You...!"
The Hidden One directed his gaze toward the blade he had used to stab Cillian’s side, which was still lodged there, only to be met with a Fireball directly to his face.
"Fireball!"
Seeing that Cillian would continue throwing Fireballs to keep him distracted, and seeming to know that he was aiming for the blade, the Hidden One, whose face was already burned to a crisp, had only one choice left.
Twisting its already twisted body once more, the Hidden One forced Cillian’s blade to cut through its other arm, the one placed on Cillian’s head.
Soon, the Hidden One escaped from Cillian’s grasp, losing both arms in the process.
Then, with his charred teeth gritted, the Hidden One shouted.
"Come to me, self!"