Chapter 45: The Arrogance of a Demon Child (1/2)

As the two spiked maces hurtled towards him, he jumped backwards, perfectly dodging them. With a quick kick of his two feet, he sprinted towards No.3 and Big 4.

Before the pair could even recover from their missed swings, Chipped Horn was already within striking distance of No.3. With a forceful clench of his fist, the incandescent flames wrapped around his fists once more.

*Bam*

Before No.3 could even react, the flaming fist slammed into his chest and sent his entire body careening through the air.

Next to him, Big 4 was able to recover his stance with the time bought by No.3. As No.3 was sent flying, he counter attacked with his spiked mace.

However, this attack was immediately stopped by the steel-like palms of the Demon Child, who with a clench of his fist, immediately took control of the incoming mace. With a violent tug, the mace left the hands of Big 4 and was immediately tossed away by Chipped Horn. With a fiery punch to his body, Big 4 was sent flying as well, his injuries just as severe as No.3. The pair would probably be unable to get up for a while.

In the short span of time it took for him to defeat No.3 and Big 4, I wasn’t idling about either. As the familiar flames extended from my hands, I prepared my sneak attack.

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Flame Whip!

The snake-like whip coiled around the left leg of Chipped Horn without much trouble. As the flames crackled, my heart fell. His leg was unharmed.

“It’s useless. Flames cannot harm me.” With a light kick of his foot, the flames binding it dispersed harmlessly into the air.

I was aware of his flame resistance, but this was the only option I had.

The darkness arrows were simply too weak. It was still effective against large imps, but against head imps, its effects were significantly weaker. The enemy in front was even stronger than a head imp, so casting them was merely a waste of mana.

My nether flames were still sealed up, so I couldn’t use them. As for the bone wall…he was already able to break through them when he was a head imp. That means only my flame whip had any chance of working. No matter how slim those chances were, I still wanted to take the gamble.

Unfortunately, that gamble failed miserably. As expected, he was immune to my flames.

“Err…let’s sit down and talk, there’s no need for all this violence.”

“I want you!”

Chipped Horn wasn’t in the mood to waste anymore time. He glared at me for a moment before instantly pouncing towards me.

Damn it, don’t just jump straight into action after saying so!

Bone Wall!

In this crucial moment, I ended up relying on my bone wall after all. Even though I knew it was useless, I still struggled.

The creamy white wall immediately rose up from the ground, blocking the path between me and Chipped Horn. He wasn’t able to react to the sudden obstacle in front of him and rammed headlong into it.

*crash*

The tank-like demon child rammed right through the bones as if they were merely paper. With that, the bone wall crumbled into a pile of broken shards. This was soon followed by the sound of a second bone wall being destroyed, and then a third…However, at this moment my eyes flickered to his feet, and a bone wall instantly rose at the point where his foot was about to land.

My plan was to trip him with my bone wall as he landed. The unexpected landfall would cause him to lose his balance and fall. Unfortunately for me, having evolved into a demon child, Chipped Horn seemed to have gained inhuman reflexes as well.

The moment he noticed the bone wall, he shifted his weight towards the front, regaining his balance. With a light kick of his feet, he made a tiny leap off the rising wall, as if it were stepping stone.

While he wasted time on this tiny wall, I prepared a 4th bone wall in his path. If everything went according to plan, he wouldn’t be able to change his course midair and would crash right into that wall.

However, tactics were meaningless in front of such immense strength. Even with my mana strengthening this wall, the outcome was still as bleak as the other three.

While he wasn’t able to change course as expected, he instead clasped his hands together and raised them up high. His muscles bulged as he brought them down onto the wall, cleaving roughly into the wall like an axe. The bone wall exploded in a mass of fragments and dust as if it was merely a glass wall…

This monster was actually able to break through four of my walls with such ease…

Run…that’s all that went through my mind. At this moment, there was nothing else I could do but run. Thankfully, a number of my subordinates had already arrived at the chapel entrance. There were 10 ordinary large imps. With their usual howls, they rushed towards the chapel with their bone clubs raised high.

Seeing the reinforcements, my panicking heart calmed down slightly. However, this good news only made Chipped Horn that much more anxious. He immediately followed his chop up with a punch towards me.

With the previous incident still fresh in my mind, the image of my grimoire resurfaced once more as I threw it out at the incoming fist. Book and fist met once again and just like the previous time, the grimoire was harmlessly knocked to the side. His punch wasn’t able to expend its full strength, and only caused the grimoire to fly away without breaking the bone chain.