Chapter 164 - Despair (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“What kind of monster is this?”

This was not the first time the black-haired girl had asked herself this question.

They were both strange creatures, but the gap between them was a little too big.

The black-haired girl thought that she was much better than normal strange creatures, but she had never expected that this random strange creature would be so terrifying.

Could it be that strange creatures outside were all at this level?

At the thought of this, the black-haired girl’s eyes could not help but flash with a hint of fear.

[Fear Points +20,000]

The black-haired girl made up her mind that if there was no need, she would never leave the house.

It was really too dangerous outside, so she chose to stay at home.

As for dealing with this obstacle in front of her, the black-haired girl was no longer so worried.

That was because she was the one facing Flanders. There was no one else.

This meant that Flanders was not far from awakening.

Why did she think so?

The reason was very simple. It was a symbiotic contract.

Flanders, who was in the Devil Conquerer humanoid state, flashed. The black-haired girl did not see his movements at all. In the next moment, he appeared in front of the black-haired girl.

The black-haired girl did not react at all during the entire process.

When she came back to her senses, two large wounds had already been opened on her body.

She was bleeding non-stop.

Looking at Flanders, who was getting further and further away from her, the black-haired girl revealed a trace of pleasure of revenge on her face.

I’m injured… Hehe, do not even think about having an easy time.

Under the black-haired girl’s teasing gaze, two gusts of wind also appeared on Flanders’s body.

The same attack landed on Flanders’s body. The strength and angle of the attack were exactly the same as when Flanders attacked just now.

It was as if the person who had been attacked by Flanders was not the black-haired girl but Flanders himself.

However, the black-haired girl quickly stopped laughing.

This was because the same attack landed on the black-haired girl’s body and Flanders himself were two completely different things.

The black-haired girl dragged her battered body. At this moment, her injuries had stabilized and were on the verge of healing.

“How can it be like this?”

The black-haired girl did not know what to say. She had originally thought that her opponent’s defense was terrifying, but if it was her own attack, it might be able to break through the defense and cause effective damage.

But now, it seemed that this was not the case at all. Flanders’s defense was even more terrifying than she had expected.

If it had been Flanders who had received the attack just now, he would not even have been able to break through the black gas barrier protecting his body.

This defensive ability was too terrifying.

The black-haired girl began to doubt her life. How was she supposed to fight? There was no way to fight. At this level, she thought that she could fight for the right to speak with her opponent. How was she supposed to fight? There was no way to fight!

It was impossible for her to fight for the right to speak. The difference in strength was too great. There was too great a disparity.

Moreover, the most important thing now was to fight for the right to speak. If something went wrong, she might not even be able to keep her life.

Although there was a symbiotic contract, the black-haired girl did not dare to guarantee that Flanders, who was instinctively fighting, would hold back because of the symbiotic contract.

While she was thinking, Flanders had already appeared in front of the black-haired girl. He raised both of his hands, and black gas surged around his body. The divine power of the demon wrapped around the two weapons, covering the shape of the weapons. Then, the black gas expanded.

At this moment, what appeared in Flanders’s hands were two enormous scythes that were condensed from the black aura.

In Flanders’s hands was the end of the scythe’s hilt. That incomparably dangerous blade could fall and reap the black-haired girl’s life at any moment, just by Flanders waving his hands.