Chapter 892 (2/2)

“And that?”

The blurring world slowly morphed into something recognizable as the Demon Prince slowed. Shual peeked up from out of his basket. Then he blinked. “I… Don’t know what that is. It’s Level 70?”

“I see that,” Came the sardonic reply. Then Shual yelped as he was dropped into a rather large mud puddle. The Demon Prince blurred forward, his strange living spear stretching out and keening happily at being used.

Shual shuddered. Even the Demon Prince’s spear is bloodthirsty.

The monster raised its head and roared again, the sound booming out to the surrounding area. Then it lowered its head and stared at the Demon Prince as he approached. Above its head, there were only question marks and the Level 70 distinction. That intrigued Shual. He had never seen a label like that before. Why was its name hidden?

The monster itself looked almost… warped. So much so that Shual shook his head and checked to make sure he wasn’t suffering from motion sickness. Or some weird extension of traveling too fast for far too long. But the monster had a bone exoskeleton and looked like a giant boar that was the size of a small house. Long prickling spears of bone spread out from its back, almost three meters long. Even worse were the four thick tusks that jutted out from just below its snout.

Even from this distance, Shual could tell how sharp those tusks were. They were made to rip and gore the boar’s prey.

The reason that Shual believed it to be warped was twofold; first because its body seemed strangely stretched, and secondly, a large and powerful arm of maroon bone stretched out from the right side of its body. That maroon fist smashed the ground, spraying mud everywhere. Then the beast leapt to meet the Demon Prince.

Despite its strange longness and lopsided build, the monster moved almost as quickly as the Demon Prince. Even Toad Lords would hesitate to challenge a Level 70 monster that they didn’t fully understand, so there was a glimmer of excitement in Shual’s heart as he watched the two monsters smash into each other.

Even if he is evil… he possesses strength. Shual’s eyes never wavered from the clash. That strength… I won’t be able to achieve it like this… waiting for scraps from a Toad Lord…

But then the rest of Shual’s thoughts were blown away, as the Demon Prince crashed into the boar.

Even moving at a speed that was impossible for Shual to follow, the Demon Prince parried the tusks stabbing toward him and brought his spear crashing down against the skull of the boar. There was a screech of spear on exoskeleton, and then a moment of strange stillness as the two struggled against each other in close proximity.

Growling, the boar bunched its body to prepare to overpower the Demon Prince. But it was a hair too slow.

Before the boar could gather itself on the muddy ground, the Demon Prince switched his grip on the spear. As he did so, the spear wiggled like a serpent and slithered below the monster’s jaw. With practiced ease, the Demon Prince pressed upward with his spear and popped the monster’s front half off of the ground.

Even as the boar reared back to escape, the Demon Prince accelerated toward the monster’s revealed belly.

BOOOM!

The boar was thrown backward from the collision, but Shual couldn’t detect any real wound on its stomach. Mostly because the combatants were moving too fast, but Shual believe he would see something if the Demon Prince had inflicted a fatal wound.

With a grim purpose, the Demon Prince chased after the flailing boar. But as the monster spun awkwardly down on its legs to the side, its maroon arm was finally brought to bear. Fully half of the size of the torso of the giant boar, by the time Shual recognized the threat it already smashed into the Demon Prince.

Despite himself, Shual gasped in fear.

You want that monster to live? Some portion of Shual’s mind was incredulous at his own natural reaction.

But Shual’s practicality answered in the affirmative. If he dies, won’t that boar eat me next?

The Demon Prince was thrown sideways and hit a shallow lagoon like a bomb detonation, throwing water everywhere. But as the boar took the few seconds of space to right itself, the ground beneath it seemed to opened and huge gouts of emerald flame were spat upward.

Screaming in pain, the boar stumbled to the side even as the rain around it was immediately evaporated into steam by the high heat, creating an eerie blanket of fog over the battlefield. Suddenly, everything was quiet; the only thing Shual could hear was his own heart.

There was a low growl and then a light splash. But everything was covered by that steadily spreading fog. Most of it was dispersing, but the area where the two were located was thickly draped.

Shual could only huddle lower in his basket and hope for the best.