Chapter 92

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Chapter 92: Abyss Will

The silver knife flashed by.

The gleam of the knife disappeared among the countless obscure lights in this space, swift as a falling star, landing on the neck of the Angry Demon Lord. The blessed sharp blade sank slightly into the back of the neck, only visible when slowed down by ten times, enlarging and halting the part where the blade touched the skin and flesh, then it could be seen that the blade disappeared a few millimeters into the skin. After a few millimeters, the speed gradually slowed down and stopped sinking further.

For a three-meter-tall monster, a few millimeters was just a dent.

Returning to normal time flow, one could only see the silver knife slashing down like a thunderbolt, hitting the Angry Demon Lord’s neck, then bouncing off. If the Angry Demon split by Tasha a few minutes ago was likened to cartilage, this time the Angry Demon Form hit by Abyssal Gaze was wrapped in tough cowhide encasing steel and iron, impossible to cut through at least in such a brief contact—no way to sever it.

The sword and its owner quickly backed away as the huge Angry Demon turned around suddenly. Simon was muscular like a wall but moved swiftly like a agile monkey. Tasha, swinging her sword, was too close to him to dodge, so she had to quickly change direction, exposing a vulnerable spot. The giant claw the size of a water tank swiped through, tearing off a piece of dragon wing.

Tasha flew out, spinning in the air, her wing torn by the claw, making it hard to balance. In just one strike, she was seriously injured.

"What’s the point of attacking! We can’t break through the defense!" Victor urged, "Quickly hide, wait for Abyssal Gaze to pass! Abyssal Will’s attention shifts quickly, it can’t always focus on this guy!"

Tasha’s response was to throw the Book of Dungeons forcefully into the distance.

Ragehorn Simon noticed that, in its rage, it seemed to still instinctively focus on its old rival, Victor’s ability to draw hatred was remarkable. The Book of Dungeons glanced over there, took a breath, fluttered its pages futilely in the air like a comical snail trying to run fast. The great demon opened its mouth and lunged towards that direction without hesitation.

Tasha stayed still, flapping her wings haphazardly, still unable to regain balance, making it impossible to dodge the Angry Demon’s path that she must cross.

Simon charged like a bull, closing the distance with Tasha in an instant. Ten meters, five meters, two meters… getting close, the dragon-winged body barely dodged a bit, making space for the Angry Demon to crash through, floating just above its left side. In Victor’s cursing, Simon’s eyes were fixed on the pages about to be in its grasp, about to pass by Tasha.

Two meters, one meter, half a meter.

Tasha suddenly dropped.

She regained her balance in the midst of the struggle, adjusting everything for this moment. The silver sword turned, its tip pointing down like a dart, quickly stabbing toward the head of the Angry Demon.

This time, the long sword went in almost handle-less.

Simon let out a thunderous roar of pain, its eyeballs not turning into solid as expected, the blessed metal pierced through easily. The power of the runes tore through the crystalline body, the black eye bursting like a popped grape. Black blood splattered all over Tasha, soaking her hair and seeping into her eyes. Through this layer of filth, Tasha locked eyes with the Angry Demon.

A raging anger washed over her.

The next moment, Tasha was sent flying, not by her own retreat but completely knocked away. The injured Angry Demon wildly swung its hands, lacking accuracy but full of force. The hard knuckles brushed past her body, tearing through flesh and bone with strange strength. Her left hand used for defense broke inch by inch under the iron fist, like a mantis arm crushed under a carriage wheel. Tasha flew out with borrowed force, narrowly escaping the deadly range in the nick of time, yet she paid a hefty price.

Tasha’s left shoulder was a mess, and her left arm shattered at the root.

A swap of arm for an eye in a split second.

Victor’s voice came through the connection, shouting something, but Tasha couldn’t hear a word. She knew someone was speaking, felt the sharp pain in her left shoulder, but it all seemed meaningless.

The only thing that mattered was—

Anger.

The black eyes stared at each other, their distance extremely close. Through blood as a medium, Tasha briefly invaded the soul of the Angry Demon. Yes, even though the enraged Angry Demon had no defense, the soul of the Demon Lord was far beyond Tasha’s reach. But Tasha had no intention to attack; rather, she let her open soul crash into the other.

Victor had done the same to her before; he had subtly lured, disguised, deceived, ultimately briefly harmonizing with Tasha. Infecting another’s soul required great skill, but letting one’s own soul be contaminated by another source only required lowering defenses.

Destruction is easier than construction, falling is simpler than climbing. Tasha recalled the sense of harmony from before; in the brief moment of eye contact and soul collision, she actively sought contamination.

It wasn’t difficult; she had once studied under a master Soul Manipulator.

In the moment of achieving harmony, a huge amount of anger overwhelmed Tasha.

If rage could truly ignite flames, the current anger could dry up an entire sea. The anger of the magical monster encountered before was hardly worth mentioning compared to the Angry Demon. Once this fire ignited, it no longer needed any excuse – before it extinguished, everything was fuel for fury, everything was on the brink of destruction.

Strictly speaking, Tasha didn’t feel blinded in her mind.

Victor was nearby, the Dungeon Core was nearby; they might be shattered by the battle, which was extremely dangerous and important. Reason could still understand this point, but all these thoughts became irrelevant, like fleeting insects. The excruciating pain did not wane, yet the pain could not distract Tasha’s attention – it was insignificant compared to her rage. Tasha even became absent-minded, wondering if Victor would feel such pain when torn apart – the Book of Dungeons was closely connected to Victor’s soul; he had senses and felt pain, just like when Tasha used her dragon wings.

Soon, all random angry thoughts were pushed out of Tasha’s mind. Beyond the raging anger and hatred, she even felt joy.

How wonderful it is, the Angry Demon descending in its true form.

Now, I can completely and thoroughly kill you now.

At this moment, Tasha understood the Angry Demon’s smile. She grasped the madness that enveloped her mind, the delight ruled by fury. With blood-stained eyes narrowed, a sharp smile curved her lips, resembling that of her enemy on her face covered in dark red blood.

One-eyed Simon charged at Tasha again, her attacks drawing its hatred fully towards her dragon-winged form. The Angry Demon decided to tear her apart first, setting aside the Book of Dungeons and Dungeon Core.

Tasha advanced instead of retreating, attacking without hesitation. Gone were the clever calculations from past battles, only the fierce spirit of fighting for survival remained. Anger cut off all schemes, with both sides attacking each other bearing the same thoughts at that moment.

Kill—!

The silver blade made a squeaking sound in Tasha’s hand, the part she held glowing with runes, burning her grip. The breath of the Abyss continuously seeped into the Dungeon Core, eventually pushing her dragon-winged form past a critical point, transforming into an Abyssal Creation that would be loathed by the power of Saro.

The silver blade emitted a sharp, long howl.

Under the attack of the Power of the Abyss, Saro’s runes were fully activated, and the blessed sacred metal burst into an extremely bright light, like a meteor burning in the sky. The power of the Heavenly Realm made the Angry Demon roar, causing the Power of the Abyss that fell on its head to churn as if provoked. Its claws changed direction, reaching for the wicked weapon with a vengeful aura, seemingly wanting to crush it regardless.

The power of the Abyss and the Heavenly Realm sparked each other, the silver light cutting through the black mist and engulfing it. During their collision, the shockwaves made the passage tremble.

The smell of burnt flesh emanated from Tasha’s right hand, where the skin twisted as if holding burning coal bare-handed. However, it didn’t matter, as the damage it caused to the Angry Demon was ultimately greater. Like a scorching iron plunging into ice, the once invincible body of the Angry Demon was cleaved open, Simon’s hand that was used to block was sliced off halfway, leaving a small strip of flesh still connected. At the same time, the long sword shattered.

All the runes unleashed their final power, both the last straw and the strongest wave. The silver blade shattered, the smooth surface dimming, as Tasha abandoned the blade, reached out, and threw herself into the open arms of the Angry Demon.

In a mere moment, her right hand transformed, long, pale fingers turning into sharp blades. Bones crackled as the claws took shape in an instant, the gleaming claws like a wolf’s, capable of cutting through gold and jade.

[Full Moon]

No, this isn’t any of the variations of [Full Moon], [Full Moon- Call of the Wild], or [Calling Full Moon]. The dungeon card remained blank, it had no name, it was nothing, and Tasha didn’t think of anything when using this move, similar to a provoked wild beast lashing out reflexively.

This was its true nature.

Tasha obtained this power from the descendant of the Worgen God, categorizing the incomprehensible and uncontrollable ability into her own usable "skills" in the sea of divine sense. This kind of categorization was a shortcut, a trick, allowing Tasha to quickly grasp the basics, but later becoming a bottleneck preventing her from progressing further, becoming her limitation and restraint. This is the reason why the broken Dungeon Core needs to be merged and restructured, as loading too many support programs into a broken machine would never let it run properly.

At the beginning, there were no special skills. Before naming it, power was just power itself.

The sharp claws cut into the Angry Demon’s neck, tearing downwards. Tasha’s arm was stuck in there, determined to find the beating heart inside the Angry Demon. This was like getting stuck to the Angry Demon Lord, unable to escape for a while. Simon lost his claws, but still had bloody stumps as strong as steel. The large palm was raised, ready to crush the bug hanging on the shoulder into a pulp.

How risky, how foolish, Tasha’s attack seemed to embrace the Death God, fighting for survival. What kind of madman would do this? What kind of being would approve of such actions?

It was chaos within chaos, madness within madness.

Tasha felt the abyss.

It came from all directions, not just everywhere. This power appeared from some unknown corner, dimension, or space, flowing into Tasha’s soul without warning.

This was what Tasha sought in her adventure.

Dodging all the way, waiting for the Abyssal Gaze of the Angry Demon to pass — was it possible? Upon careful thought, it was actually impossible. Resisting the gaze of the demon required great strength and luck, with countless variables, as if surrendering one’s life passively to the enemy and fate. Cowards die in battle, deserters facing their backs to the enemy are more likely to perish. To seek a glimmer of hope, one must confront the challenge head-on.

From receiving the Abyssal Gaze from Ragehorn Simon, from encountering the abyss, Tasha swiftly analyzed and speculated on the patterns of the abyss. No matter how chaotic the existence may be, one could derive some rules from it. Isn’t the love for chaos and killing part of it? The favor of the abyss could be sought after.

But with a calculating heart, you will never obtain the Abyssal Gaze.

Sound contradictory? Not at all, Tasha has personally verified the feasibility of this through her actions. Many calculations before the battle, single-minded focus during the battle, the final actions were the result of numerous scrutinizing designs, but at the moment of truly starting to fight, Tasha had cast aside all hesitation, disregarding life and death, victory and defeat.

In tune with the Angry Demon, using anger to drive away distractions, getting closer to the Abyssal Gaze, to further attract the attention of the Abyssal Will; choosing slaughter, the body can be forsaken, life can be forsaken, everything is of no importance, offering body and soul to the chaotic abyss – Tasha is not such a person, yet she deceived herself at this moment. She did not remember that the Dungeon Core was her true form, even if the dragon-winged body was destroyed, it would not take her life; she did not remember all the calculations just now, only the almost instinctive intent to kill. This moment of wholehearted madness gained the favor of the Abyssal Will.

"The Abyssal Will is watching you, the level of the abyssal aura is rising."

"The Abyssal Will has touched you, the level of the abyssal aura is rising."

"The Abyssal Will appreciates your existence, you have gained the favor of the abyss."

This is not something that can be lightly described in words. The impact of the Abyssal Will far surpasses the Will of Nature. Compared to the former, the Will of Nature is as gentle as a lamb. Tasha, in alignment with the Angry Demon, is already quite mad, facing the Abyssal Will is like a novice facing a master.

That is –

Demon Seeds are born in the dark purple soil, they have already learned to kill each other before their eyes open. Heads with spikes collide, sharp teeth tear the bodies of the unsuccessful, flesh and organs are devoured before they fall. The dirty blood soaks the soil that covers life and death, insects revel, licking the corpses and afterbirth.

Many different Abyssal monsters were fighting each other, creating countless chaotic noises in every corner. The creatures’ attacks were irrational, driven sometimes by survival instincts and other times by madness. From the sky to the depths of the earth, in icy caves or molten lava, every corner was a battlefield with no clear reasons or outcomes. The ground of the Abyss could suddenly turn over, revealing bones buried thousands of years ago; the sky above the Abyss had unpredictable weather, with three suns appearing and disappearing without warning, and lightning always striking in the distance. Here, rivers of blood flowed upwards, and stars fell to the ground.

Birth and evolution happened constantly, intertwined with destruction and death, creating a cycle of rapid changes in the chaotic fragments that made up the essence of the Abyss. The Abyssal Will felt like a crazy band playing death metal, a grand feast of intoxicated crowds before doomsday, and a volcanic eruption that destroyed everything yet allowed rapid growth on fertile soil. If the core of the Will of Nature was "survival," the core of the Abyssal Will was "disorder."

It was both terrifying and magnificent.

The frantic power surged into the body of the dragon wings.

A massive palm struck Tasha’s back, ripping off a large piece of skin along with the dragon wings, possibly exposing her spine from behind. Despite the powerful blow that could have turned her into pulp moments ago, Tasha’s back healed astonishingly fast. A thin layer of flesh covered her pale spine in the blink of an eye, new wings breaking through, adorned with bone spikes.

The new wings suddenly fluttered in the air, rapidly hardening and stumbling Angry Demon shortly after their birth. Tasha evaded the almost certain next strike, clawing out a half of a heart and crushing it. In her eyes, the speed of Ragehorn Simon was no longer elusive, and its power was no longer overwhelming.

The dungeon’s progress bar, filled with integration, slowly moved forward, from twenty-five percent to twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight… Under the watchful eye of the Abyss, Tasha underwent a fundamental enhancement.

Even if only briefly, at that moment, she finally gained the power to rival the great demon.

The Angry Demon, missing half of its heart, roared. The resilience of this demon was terrifying, as losing half of its heart was not enough to bring it down.

This is a battle without beauty involved.

Angry faces off against angry, madness against madness, abyssal beings against abyssal beings, it’s like two powerful Iron Golems colliding – whether in terms of strength or in their straightforward fighting style. The Abyssal Will watches over both sides in the battle, which isn’t surprising given its nature. The sponsor equips the combatants with the sharpest weapons, eagerly watching them, anticipating the next drop of blood.

Claws clash with broken hands, flapping wings dodge bites, in an instant they exchange countless blows, each punch destined to cause great damage. Both sides in the battle are turning into flesh-and-blood monsters, every inch of skin a bloody mess.

Blood blossoms on the skin as Tasha swipes her claws.

Spatial turbulence begins to entangle Tasha as her sudden surge in power exceeds what the passage can withstand.

The turbulence never disappears; Tasha used to remain unaffected because she was too weak to tear the passage apart. Now, with her power surging, even her slightest movements can tear open this unstable space, making the air around her filled with tiny blades. From the splattering blood on Ragehorn Simon, it seems stronger than Tasha.

In the next moment, Ragehorn Simon grabs Tasha’s arm.

Two broken hands seize Tasha’s wrists in an attempt to extract the dragon-winged figure of the Angry Demon from within her. Simon, with a sinister grin, increases his strength, easily breaking bones in his hands like thin twigs. Those terrifying hands push towards her chest, about to pull Tasha close for a deadly embrace.

Tasha suddenly lifts her foot, kicking heavily on the Angry Demon.

She couldn’t kick down the Angry Demon Lord, but using the force of twisting her body and kicking downwards, she could break off her right hand that was held.

Like a lizard shedding its tail to survive, Tasha jumped out of the embrace of the Angry Demon, leaving behind her arm which was crushed in an instant. However, her next move was not like an attempt to survive at all. Taking advantage of the time gap when the Angry Demon flattened her arm, Tasha performed a somersault kick directly into Simon’s remaining eye.

Simon’s roar almost deafened her.

"Don’t provoke it at a time like this…" Victor seemed to release a painful groan on the side, "This Angry Demon… is something else…"

Tasha quickly retreated.

Simon’s face and body were torn to shreds by the chaotic energies, this highly perceptive demon could still fight even without eyes. Stepping back, besides the eye that was blinded by a weapon infused with Saro’s power, the other parts could regenerate at any time. Therefore, the loss of this eye had little significance, it only served to enrage Simon further.

It’s really hard to imagine, the Angry Demon could actually get angrier.

It was quite a strange phenomenon, its anger could actually escalate further, as if boiling water turned into scorching steam. The talent of Abyssal Gaze combined with the Angry Demon’s "the angrier it gets, the stronger it becomes" nature, the surging power distorted the surrounding air once again.

Its face was no longer visible, the chaotic energies intensified within its constantly increasing power, regrowth couldn’t keep up with the damage. That bloody face could barely make out a wide open mouth, with an inappropriate comparison, it was like digging a big hole in a watermelon. All the light passing through Simon was distorted, straight lines became curves, it was practically visible thick outlines. If this were a comic book, right now behind the Angry Demon Lord, thick halftone dots would be covering everything, the atmosphere was so heavy, the background so terrifying, anyone could see that something was about to happen.

In the center of everything was Simon, as if a storm was brewing in the space around him.

Something did happen, but it wasn’t the "Angry Demon Lord showing his power again." As its power surged once more, the camel’s back finally broke, and the capacity of the passage reached its limit.

The storm exploded.

In an instant, Angry Demon’s body was torn into countless pieces, flesh ripped apart over and over, like being shredded in the best paper shredder. With no heart, no brain, no connected tissues, organs, or skin, Simon, the architect of the space collapse, finally did not survive.