Chapter 392: You Actually Managed to Injure Me?

“ARGH!”

Liz Val was sent flying by the shockwave, and Yuris’s Flywheel Grimoires were blasted away as well.

Having done all this, Karimal said coldly,

“You puny humans really thought such petty tricks could defeat me?”

Hulim Heyerar and her two companions regrouped, their gazes fixed solemnly on Karimal—who remained completely unharmed. For a moment, they found themselves at a loss for how to proceed.

While the three of them were locked in battle with Karimal,

Uno had made her way over to Snook’s side. Looking down at his gravely injured form, her cheeks flushed bright red with excitement.

“Wow, you look so pathetic like this—it’s kind of thrilling! Say, can I ask you a favor later? Don’t worry, my healing skills are top-notch! I won’t leave you with any scars!”

“......”

Snook stared at Uno, who was practically glowing with excitement—like she was about to whip out a leather whip any second now—and fell completely silent.

“Can I... refuse?”

“Aww, don’t be like that! It’ll be fun, I promise!”

BOOM——!

A figure came crashing down nearby, interrupting their conversation.

Liz Val pushed herself up from the ground with great effort, then shouted at Uno at the top of her lungs,

“Hey! You sadistic pervert! Can’t you tell this is a battlefield?! Knock off your creepy little hobby and heal him now!”

With that, she tightened her grip on her axe and charged back into the fray.

“Tch, fine~.”

Uno pouted, then raised her black wand and pointed it at Snook.

“Healing Light!”

Holy light washed over Snook’s body, and his wounds began to heal at a visible rate......

THUD!

Another palm strike slammed into Liz Val’s axe, and her small frame was sent flying backward once more.

“Damn it! Close-quarters combat is way too disadvantageous against him!”

Liz Val grumbled mid-flight.

But even ranged combat wasn’t faring much better.

Karimal summoned a black orb in his palm and hurled it at Yuris. Yuris recalled his Flywheel Grimoires to block—but the seemingly ordinary orb exploded on impact, sending the grimoires flying off into the distance, lost from sight.

“Now that the annoying pests are gone, you’re next!”

Karimal’s right hand sliced downward like a blade, dodging Hulim’s attack in a blur.

Hulim quickly summoned a series of magic shields, while tightening her grip on the Helkem in her hand.

She knew the magic shields wouldn’t be able to block his attack.

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Sure enough, in the next instant, all the shields shattered like glass under the unstoppable force of his palm strike. The attack hurtled toward her, seemingly unavoidable.

CLANG——!

A sharp, metallic clang echoed through the air. Hulim’s figure was sent flying backward, but she had managed to block the blow.

Karimal glanced down at his right hand, where a thin, shallow wound had appeared on his palm.

“You actually managed to injure me?”

He looked slightly surprised—but didn’t pay the wound any mind. A mere scratch like this was nothing to him.

Black liquid oozed from the wound, and the injury on his right hand healed rapidly, vanishing without a trace in less than two seconds.

“Hmph. So that’s the best you can do? Then prepare to die!”

With that, Karimal’s figure blurred, and he charged at Hulim once again.

“Ninefold Magic Array—Final Purification Ray!”

The familiar attack streaked toward him. Karimal clasped his palms together.

A pitch-black beam of light erupted from between his hands, colliding with the white beam mid-air in a fierce clash.

“Using the same trick that failed once before—what’s the point?”

Karimal sneered disdainfully.

“The point is to buy us a little time.”

Hulim replied calmly.

“Hmm?”

Karimal’s smile froze on his face.

In the next instant, he heard the sound of multiple objects slicing through the air, closing in from all around him.

SWOOSH——!

A white shooting star streaked toward his side—it was Snook, his fist blades pressed together as he charged at high speed.

“ROAR——!”

A dragon’s roar shook the air. Dimik activated his full dragon transformation, a red magic array flickering to life before him.

Dragon Language Magic—a power exclusive to dragons—burst forth in a laser-like red beam of light, slamming into Karimal’s back.

Yuris merged his four tornadoes into one, forming a single, piercing arrow of wind that stabbed toward Karimal’s body.

A colossal magic array unfolded before Uno, and a beam of white light shot forth from its center.

Liz Val leaped high into the air, her axe blazing with brilliant light. She brought it down with all her strength, aiming straight for Karimal’s head.

BOOM——!!!

All the attacks landed simultaneously, as if they had been perfectly coordinated.

Karimal took the full brunt of the assault, standing his ground and enduring every last strike.

The dust slowly cleared.

Karimal stood there, black liquid dripping from his body. His three blood-red eyes swept across every single person present, his gaze filled with unbridled rage.

“ROAR!”

He let out a deafening roar that shook the heavens and the earth.

This roar was like a command. The demonic beasts that had been surging toward Bongisto went completely berserk, charging forward recklessly, heedless of their own lives.

Even the Rank A Demonic Beasts—who had been too afraid to approach, sensing the overwhelming aura of a superior demon—seemed to be under his control, charging straight toward the group.

“Now let’s see who has the numbers advantage!”

Everyone’s expressions darkened. They knew someone had to hold off those Rank A Demonic Beasts—and fast.

“Hulim.”

All eyes turned to Hulim, the only one among them powerful enough to face such a horde.

But Hulim lifted her head at that moment, her gaze locking onto a certain direction.

CLACK!

The sound of footsteps echoed through the air. Monroe stood there, leaning casually against his sword, his clothes soaked in blood. His lazy, carefree demeanor only made him seem all the more dangerously intimidating.

“Looks like I arrived just in time.”

Let us turn back the clock, to a short while ago.

When Hulim had set off to reinforce the southern battlefield, she had already considered the possibility that if more Rank A Demonic Beasts appeared, the other three battlefronts would be thrown into mortal danger.

So she had cut a swathe through every single Rank A Demonic Beast that had appeared on the western battlefield.

In fact, the number of Rank A Demonic Beasts on the western front had been unusually high.

But Hulim suspected this was due to the territorial instincts of Rank A Demonic Beasts.

She had killed them too quickly.

As a result, some Rank A Demonic Beasts that would not have otherwise come this way—having sensed no presence of their own kind here, and with other Rank A Demonic Beasts blocking their path forward—had changed direction and headed to the western front instead.

A similar situation had occurred on the eastern battlefield, which Monroe was in charge of.

After securing the western front, Hulim had first gone to the northern and eastern battlefields to meet with Monroe and the others. After a brief discussion, they had made a plan: Monroe would stay behind to continue eliminating the demonic beasts on the three fronts, while the rest of them would head south to reinforce the southern battlefield.

That was why Monroe had only just arrived now.

And his appearance here meant that the adventurers on the other three battlefronts would no longer have to fear being slaughtered by Rank A Demonic Beasts.

“Everyone,” Hulim said suddenly, “please assist Mr. Monroe in dealing with these demonic beasts.”

“Huh? Wait a minute—does that mean Hulim will have to face this guy alone?!”

Liz Val exclaimed in shock, her eyes widening.

“It’s alright. I can hold him off.”

Hulim said firmly, her gaze never leaving Karimal.