VIP Chapter 225: Is this so-called Mental Type?
If I had to recall, the sensation of magic slowly pouring into every corner of my body, with extreme smoothness…
It happened when I was with Liya.
Will never expected that an experience he thought only occurred during intimate acts would be preserved.
Was it because the witch’s blood was injected into his body?
Boom—
“Flame Bullet, Triple Reload.”
Boom, boom, boom—
“Light, Bloom.”
Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom—
While fighting these waves of shadow soldiers rushing forward, he had never experienced such… such exhilaration!
Magic that he thought would require draining all his magic power to cast now felt as smooth as snapping his fingers.
Every time he raised his staff, he could feel the magic circuits and his blood resonating in sync.
—This was probably Liya’s “compensation” after she had her way with him? Her witch’s blood, initially left in his body for arousal, had greatly reformed his own lackluster talent circuits.
“Not bad, it seems I underestimated you before.”
Lucifer, standing on her chair, watched it all and seemed very satisfied, her mood unexpectedly high, almost to the point of performing a dance on her chair.
“You didn’t underestimate me. After all, I only found out today how powerful I am.”
Slightly adapting, Will’s subsequent movements became even more fluid.
Based on his half-baked experience in combat planning, if a BOSS summoned multiple minibosses in its first phase, defeating it would require eliminating these soldiers first.
Fortunately…
The shadow soldiers’ attacks weren’t strong, perhaps because their reload speed was too slow.
After clearing one or two waves, he could probably face Lucifer’s “second phase.”
However, doing so made him a little envious of others.
So this was the excellent combat experience Liya had been having all along—no, perhaps even normal people above the average in this world had such experiences.
He felt that he was truly burdened by layers upon layers of debuffs from birth, and now, he had finally removed one blockage in his bloodline.
“So, what will you do next?”
Lucifer seemed very pleased with this battle with Will. She waved her hand into the air again, like a child playing general commanding an army. It wasn’t so much an aura as a peculiar “excitement.”
“Full power, attack!”
Following Lucifer’s words, the shadow soldiers twisted on the ground.
Then…
In the second before, they looked like toy soldiers wearing “armor,” but in an instant, they transformed into berserk warriors, attacking Will, a mage positioned in the center of the shadows.
Moreover, it wasn’t just the shadows in front of him that he hadn’t managed to kill; shadows from behind also surrounded him.
“Huh!?”
Was it a direct physical obstruction?
So Lucifer wasn’t stupid!
He had originally thought that an Empress like Lucifer, lacking practical combat experience, would obediently sit there and watch her subordinates fight him.
But…
So, letting him clear a portion earlier was to lead him into a “trap”—which would then result in being sandwiched from both sides.
The shadows that seemed easy to destroy earlier were also part of this trap.
“I’ll use the old trick.”
Facing the encroaching black shadows, Will took a deep breath and gripped his staff.
The surrounding air began to flow towards Will. As he felt the air movement, he even found it a little difficult to breathe.
“Oh? Is it coming?”
Then…
Centering on him, towards Lucifer’s direction.
An enormous fireball, like a meteor, was instantly ejected, sweeping up the shadows along its path. In the small BOSS room of the Tenth Demon City, a meteor-like light flashed.
“Extreme Flame Meteor, Modified!”
A deafening roar erupted as it impacted Lucifer’s seat, causing a wave of sound to ripple through the entire room.
Like all other fire-based skills of witches, this move also kicked up a considerable amount of smoke in the small room.
“Because I can control the flow of magic better than before, this Extreme Flame Meteor can hit the target more precisely.”
In the smoke, Will stood straight, pointing his staff at Lucifer’s seat.
“You’ve certainly improved.”
Shuna, who had remained silent during the previous battles, finally offered a word of praise with relief when Will unleashed this Extreme Flame Meteor.
In her heart, Will should have possessed this strength all along.
Constrained by his physical capabilities, many changes he envisioned couldn’t be realized, truly burying such a prodigy.
The smoke gradually dissipated. The shadows that had initially hidden in the ground never reappeared.
But…
Lucifer was not an Empress who would be easily defeated.
“Good, good, but… precise hits don’t mean kills.”
A muffled voice came from within the armor amidst the dust.
It sounded somewhat reverberant.
“This… is this your second phase…?”
Whoosh—
With an instantaneous sword swing, the remaining smoke was cleared, and Lucifer’s current form was revealed to Will.
She was fully armored, clad in a brand-new set of armor. Even her face was covered. To increase her height, her armor had pointed heels, elevating her considerably.
“That’s right. This is ‘Tenth Demon City, Swordsman Armor.'”
Half of her arm had transformed into a sword, pointing at Will.
Then, she coolly uttered its name, believing it to be very impressive.
However, this display of coolness didn’t earn Will’s approval.
“Pff…”
—Nor Shuna’s approval.
“Why are you laughing? Isn’t this outfit cool? If you saw a BOSS in full armor fighting you up close, wouldn’t you think it was awesome?!”
“Uh… I remember you claiming to be a mental-type BOSS?”
“Yes! Demons should excel at manipulating people’s minds, the mental type.”
“Then… what kind of representation is ‘fighting you up close in full armor’?”
“Hmm… Because it looked cool in the manga I bought from outside, I designed it this way. What’s wrong?”
Will began to ponder if it was fortunate that this dungeon was hidden quite deep, with few adventurers.
Otherwise, this girl might not have survived until now.
Of course, from another perspective, this display was probably the “battle imagined by an isolated, foolish BOSS.”
*Swoosh*—
At this moment, Lucifer, treading on her heels, seemed to engage in an extremely agile glide by using shadows when making contact with the ground.
Will’s reaction was already swift. He raised the sword at his waist—he wasn’t a priest or mage who enjoyed close combat. This sword was purely for self-preservation in critical situations, and…
To have it readily available when teaching Treya.
“Don’t space out, Adventurer. When challenging, shouldn’t you be fully focused?”
From within the armor before him, Lucifer seemed to grit her teeth and spoke with a hint of malice.
