Chapter 1344 – Slaughter Dance
She was not to be outdone and unleashed a flurry of Shadow-based Spells at me. I felt as though she were an anti-aircraft battery, her Magic Power seemingly endless. Was this the value of a near-perfect God’s Body?
Moreover, I inexplicably discovered that Giselle seemed to understand my Spells, having prepared countermeasures in advance. The Shadow-based type itself was also well-suited to countering Spells.
For example, if I tried to approach her to use Life Drain or Hand of Glory, Giselle would swiftly escape with Shadow Walk. If I cast Ice Ray or Demonic Flames, she would counter them with a dark red mist that drained the Magic Power of any Spell entering its range.
She had stayed at my home for a period, secretly gathering a lot of Intelligence on me. Giselle knew exactly what spells I usually favored. To defeat her, I would have to resort to methods I normally didn’t use.
I took out Hamel’s Flute and played it. A lot of Giant rats and Ratmen appeared on the broken platform. I only needed to direct the Flute’s Magic Power towards Giselle, and she would automatically be designated as their enemy.
Furthermore, Giselle was still a Little Girl. As the flute’s melody rang out, her expression faltered, her body stiffened, and she was controlled by Hamel’s Flute’s tune.
The Ratmen raised their tattered knives and spears made of wooden poles, squeaking as they charged towards Giselle. She was immobilized by my control and was about to die under the Ratmen’s indiscriminate attacks.
I quickly tried to stop the Ratmen, telling them to show mercy. I hadn’t intended to kill Giselle, but the Ratmen were a rabble, extremely disorganized, and I couldn’t control them at all. I watched as Giselle was about to be disemboweled by these Ratmen.
Suddenly, countless blood-red lights erupted around the immobilized Giselle. These were the afterimages left by blood-red transparent blades, the glint of swords and flashes of light forming a blooming red flower.
The Ratmen close to Giselle met their end in an instant. They were silently killed with slashed throats, pierced hearts, and stabbed brains; each blow was fatal. The scattered Fresh blood bloomed on the Ratmen like a blood lotus, elegant and deadly.
“I didn’t expect this. Miss Parul possesses such a Magic Apparatus; I truly didn’t know about this.” In a short period, Giselle forcefully broke free from the Flute’s control by stabbing herself in the thigh with a transparent blade.
“Since that’s the case, I’ll show Miss Parul my skill as well. Slaughter Dance!” Giselle leaped into the air, striking an elegant pose mid-flight, then suddenly accelerated and slid into the midst of the Ratmen.
She held a blade between her fingers. As she slashed into the Ratmen’s formation, several were immediately killed with their throats slit, blood splashing everywhere. But by the time the other Ratmen tried to counter-attack and Siege her, Giselle had already killed her way out, leaving only a path of death behind her.
She weaved through the Ratmen’s formation seven times, flying as freely as a bird, constantly changing her charge trajectory, reaping the lives of the Ratmen like a phantom.
She didn’t even confine herself to one platform but continuously leaped and accelerated between the broken platforms of the Thin Spirit Prison, attacking with a three-dimensional mobility that had no blind spots. Although Ratmen were known for their Reaction and Agility, they simply couldn’t match Giselle’s Slaughter speed.
“So beautiful!” Looking at the Slaughter Dance Giselle displayed, I could only sigh in admiration. The technique lived up to its name; it was truly a dance of slaughter, incomparably beautiful.
Giselle’s silver hair whipped around with her rapid changes in direction, accompanied by blood-red afterimages trailing from her blade. Yet, not a drop of blood stained her body; the blood splattered too slowly to keep up with her.
She was even deliberately performing for me, such as disemboweling a Ratman in an instant, repeatedly slashing a Ratman from different angles in a slow torture, or flicking a Ratman into the air for an aerial combo.
This cruel artistic slaughter was picturesque, but even I, who never valued Ratmen lives, felt pity for them. This was a completely one-sided massacre.
The Ratmen’s morale instantly collapsed. Facing an enemy they couldn’t hit or touch, an enemy who reaped lives like the Death God wherever they went, anyone would break.
They ran around in a panic, seeking escape routes, but in this Thin Spirit Prison, the land was fragmented, with no interconnected passages for escape. In their sheer Terror, they jumped off cliffs one after another, falling into the endless darkness.
I was fortunate that I could fly on a Broom and that Murder’s Divine Spell had no direct effect on me. Otherwise, the one being slaughtered below would have been me, not the Ratmen.
Of course, it was only within this Thin Spirit Prison, facing opponents like the Ratmen, that Giselle could display her strongest abilities. Otherwise, facing me alone, even Slaughter Divine Spell would be ineffective.
Giselle seemed unwilling to let the Ratmen jump off the cliffs. With extreme speed, she killed as many Ratmen as possible before they could leap, piling their corpses layer upon layer on the platform.
“Ah, this is the first time I’ve killed so satisfyingly! There are too many restrictions outside. Thank you, Miss Parul. If you hadn’t brought me here, I wouldn’t have had the chance to use this move.” Giselle licked her lips, her cute face flushed with excitement.
As expected, she had long been assimilated by murderers. The introductory chapters of magic textbooks taught that learning a spell would inevitably influence one’s corresponding abilities, and belief would also influence one’s thinking.
Those who learned fire magic tended to have fiery tempers; those who learned Blood Magic, even if not Vampires, would gradually become bloodthirsty; and those who learned Undead Magic would disregard life. Conversely, the closer one’s personality was to a magic’s characteristics, the faster they learned it.
Therefore, Giselle, who simultaneously learned Shadow-based Spells and Murder’s Divine Spell, and reached such a high level in such a short time, must have been naturally born to be a killer.
“You’re welcome. It seems this wasn’t enough to satisfy you. I’ll give you something more potent.” I poured a lot of Magic Power into Hamel’s Flute, Summoning more powerful Ratmen.
The price was, naturally, immense. Not only did plague bacilli appear within my body, but dark spots even appeared on my skin, along with lung inflammation, fever, internal bleeding, and other symptoms.
Ever since I became the Glutton Witch, I had been completely immune to the effects of germs and had hardly experienced sickness like this again.
But Hamel’s Flute was a Magic Apparatus. Its price operated differently from conventional principles, even bypassing the influence of germs to directly inflict the clinical symptoms of the Black Death upon me. Anyone else using it like this would have died long ago. Only my physique could withstand it.
However, I couldn’t care less about that now. Giselle was not an enemy that could be easily defeated, and paying the price of severe illness was worth it. At worst, I could treat myself after the battle.
As for the dimensional stone, I certainly couldn’t afford it, but that was only if they could survive meeting Giselle. In my opinion, that was highly uncertain.
