Novel Full 469 Demise Of A Demon Lord [Pt 1]
Lydia’s neck stretched with the head, not letting the round white lump escape from the main body.
Even as Ana ascended, the neck followed the head she clutched tightly.
“Tch. So annoying. Just let go of one head. You still have two.” Ana mumbled, generating a dense Mana Blade on her hand.
And then—
>SWISH!<
—Lydia’s head was severed from the rest of her body in one clean slice.
“Guarghhh!!!” The rest of her heads screamed in both pain and shock.
“Finally, I have my sample!” Ana smiled, swiftly retreating from Lydia’s body.
The Demon Lord of Blanc was still throbbing in recoil when Ana summoned yet another Automaton to store her prize within it.
The Automaton opened a compartment within itself, and Ana placed the head into the cool storage area.
“Guek… you… you…”
As Lydia growled and groaned, glaring hatefully at Ana with utter animosity, the latter didn’t seem bothered.
Rather, an expression of relief spread on her face.
“Now that I’m done with what I wanted, it’s time to wrap this up, don’t you think?”
Lydia’s body was convulsing now. Veins appeared all over her white skin and she was expanding as though she wanted to explode.
Numerous arms and tentacles emerged from the inflating white lump, and several faces began appearing all over her body—no doubt the number of people she had consumed and become.
“Original Magic…” Lydia murmured as she glared at the girl before her.
The Miasma that was covering her body was enough to disintegrate anything not shrouded in at least some form of energy as a defense.
“… [All In One]”
Lydia’s body increased until it became immensely large—almost as big as half of the massive room where she fought Ana.
And this was simply because of her Original Magic’s effects.
Lydia’s Original Magic, [All In One], allowed her to utilize all the abilities she got from everyone she had ever absorbed.
Usually, this would mean that her Miasma and the Mana of some of her victims would clash.
However, to combat that, she developed an intricate system of various veins and arteries within her currently massive body to deliver the respective power of each person she had within herself.
Her limit was also a hundred various persons. And so, as she glared at Ana with a single large head and multiple eyes, Lydia’s white obese body had several faces and body parts that served as various sources and types of power for her.
Offensive Magic.
Defensive Magic.
Destructive Magic.
No matter the kind, she had at least one variant of the sort at her disposal.
It was an ultimate form that only very few, even among her peers, could stand against. The only reason Lydia avoided using it was because it made her look so ugly and repulsive.
‘I’m even more disgusting that Cerci in this form! I didn’t want to do this… the reason is because of YOU!’ Her glare intensified and her bloodshot eyes bulged as Ana became her central focus.
The whirring Automatons that buzzed around Lydia like flies were instantly shot down.
Their speed didn’t matter in the face of absolute power, and the remnant shards of the three pesky constructs clanged on the ground.
“It’s your turn!” Lydia prepared a barrage of assaults that would definitely decimate Ana.
She didn’t want to remain in her form for too long, so only one hit would be enough.
“Override Protocol. Maro 1234.” Ana spoke, raising a finger in response.
“W-wha—?!” Lydia’s eyes bulged, frantically trying to defend herself from whatever consequence would occur as a result of having Maro within herself.
‘N-no, I can’t allow that!’
Quickly controlling her intricate internal system, she expelled Maro from her body, preventing any further complications from the target.
However…
“You fell for it!”
… That was simply a diversion.
>WHOOOOSSHHHH<
From above, a massive amount of liquid doused the Demon Lord of Noir, completely covering her in purplish-blue glob-like fluids.
“What is… thisss?!” Lydia murmured, using her hands to observe the texture and form of the liquid that descended on her from a vat above.
“It’s too late for you.” Ana smiled from her distance, completely shrouding herself in a thick barrier.
“W-what are you—?!” Before she could utter another word, Lydia felt it.
“UARRRRGHHHH!!!”
Her body began to expand at an alarming rate.
All the orderly nerves within her began to burst, causing the controlled energy within to rampage.
The Miasma and Mana inside her were out of control, and their conflicting nature brought about nothing but immense pain—and the irregular swelling that never stopped.
“ARGHHH!!! Make it stop! Make it stooooppp!!!” She pleaded, but the human girl didn’t even seem the least bit concerned about her.
Ana’s expression was so bright, that it was almost like she was enjoying what was happening.
“Oh? You’re lasting longer than the others. Just as I thought, a Demon Lord specimen is different!”
The Demon Lord of Noir now understood that it would be foolish to expect mercy from her opponent.
Ana was too immersed in her analysis, research, or experiment, to care about the pains she was going through.
Every cell in her body was dying at an alarming rate—popping as a result of Energy Overload, Energy Shock, and Energy Clash.
Pain caused tears to proceed from Lydia’s eyes. She knew that this would be her death.
Not only was she unable to complete her mission, but she also failed the one whom she had the utmost respect and affection for.
‘My Lord… My King… My Love…’ More tears cascaded down her bloated face.
It was too late for wishes or regrets, but… if only she knew that this was how things would go—
‘I’m so sorry… I… I failed you…’
—She wouldn’t have been so foolish and haughty in her thoughts.
This was the most shameful way she could die—more appalling than anything she had ever conceived.
Dying in such a grotesque form… at the hands of a single human girl—one who was most likely not an adult yet.
It truly was mortifying beyond belief.
‘This is truly…’
>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!<
Her body finally erupted once it arrived at the threshold—sending lumps of fat, meat, and blood in every direction.
It was a gory sight—befitting the demise of a Demon Lord.