Devouring Monarch: Rebirth of the Profane Phoenix - Chapter 363

Chapter 363: The Battle Between Fake and True

Asura’s laughter echoed throughout the battle, causing many to look their way. He didn’t seem to have any issues or treat Alistair especially. Rather, it felt h as waiting for someone else, causing the deformed Alistair’s face to become distorted in anger.

“How dare you! This is all because of you! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO TURNED ME INTO THIS MONSTER!” Alistair howled furiously while his body shuddered with his muscles swelling at an even higher rate.

He dashed at Asura, intending to rip the man to shreds, yet his fists found nothing but empty air and were left striking nothing.

Bang! Bang!

Before the dust could settle, Alistair found three strikes hitting his face and chest, and the black spear of Asura penetrated his right leg. To Asura’s annoyance, Alistair’s deformed muscles regenerated around the blade, making it impossible to pull out. Asura stepped back, holding his father’s gifted black sword.

“Quite slow, and you have a terrible sense of smell.” Asura sighed and shook his head before vanishing again.

Alistair could barely feel his presence. His body continued to burn with energy while he frantically tried to find Asura. “Where are you? Come out! I’ll kill you.” Alistair yelled, his anger making him careless.

Bang!

Asura’s kick landed on Alistair’s spine, a burst of speed and strength destroying most of Alistair’s flesh and organs, while a second kick landed on the back of his head and crushed his cheeks.

With his black sword held high, Asura swung down, attempting to cut the monster down his centre.

However, Alistair grabbed Asura’s ankle, his enormous hand almost crushing the bones in his leg; despite Asura’s perfect mortal figure, the monster Alistair’s physical power damaged him before slamming him into the ground with a brutal crash, forcing Asura to drop his sword.

“Got you!”

Asura noticed that the abomination’s broken spine and damaged organs already regenerated by the time he grabbed his ankle.

“Release my leg! Monster.” Asura’s powerful kick lifted Alistair into the air, with the abomination releasing his ankle. However, his other arm, like a hammer, smashed Asura into the ground, causing the entire area to tremble, the resounding bang echoing as he grabbed the dazed Asura, smashing him into the floor repeatedly.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! BANG! Bang! Bang! BANG!

Each blow caused Asura’s brain to rattle, his lips to split, and his eyes to twitch while his body became mangled as Alistair continued his rampage.

“DIE!” Alistair yelled.

As blood poured from his lips, Asura’s spare leg snapped out, hitting Alistair in the nose, shattering all the bones in his face, causing the abomination to release his leg.

Bang!

Alistair stumbled back and looked at Asura, who jumped into the air while healing his broken bones and internal organs, his back fluttering with beautiful wings while looking down at the horror.

“Hahaha… You are so pitiful, Alistair,” Asura smirked, wiping the blood from his face with his sleeve, ruining his clothes. “Hmph… I could end your miserable life right now, but I don’t want to reward you. The memories of what you did to my women make me feel sick.” Asura floated in the air, his skin regenerating, while his hand grasped the black sword he dropped.

Alistair roared before leaping into the air, intending to crush Asura once more. However, Asura’s eyes were calm.

“Have fun dying in that ugly body.” Asura chuckled. “Monster.”

At that moment, Alistair realised his body wasn’t listening to him. He felt everything being slowed down, and his movements became sluggish before he crashed into the ground like a meteor.

Asura’s black blade cut through his limbs with rapid strikes, almost impossible for such a gigantic sword, each slash causing a small storm of wind that exploded with air blades tearing the muscle and cartilage of Alistair’s legs and arms.

BOOOOOM!

The explosion shook the land, kicking up a storm of debris before his body slowly turned back to its original form. Alistair’s body was bloody and missing most of its limbs and remained deformed and ugly before his voice rang out.

“H-Help…” Alistair groaned weakly.

“Who will help you? How many have you hurt?” Asura snorted as he floated above him.

Asura dropped to the ground, grabbing his black spear from the leg, now half amputated and falling apart, then jammed it back into Alistair’s abdomen, crushing his core before twisting the blade to ensure its destruction.

“NO!” Alistair screamed out in pain as he felt his strength fading.

“I should have done this earlier.” Asura snorted, raising his sword and slicing off Alistair’s arms before a dark light poured from the blade, forming a massive halo above him.

“I curse you.”

Alistair’s body shattered like glass. The light of the curse caused his soul to vanish before his entire being was wiped out of existence.

“I guess your nightmare ends now… Now die forever.” Asura grabbed the armoured arm that fell to the ground and shook his head while sighing. “Your actions have caused many people to suffer… including all my beloved women.”

Asura’s eyes turned to a tent where his allies gathered to heal their wounded. The forces of Silvara protected the tent, and its knights and mages watched for any survivors and the possibility of a counterattack.

“Where is Philis?” He looked around, feeling a little winded but nothing else.

“M…master…” Philis’s weak voice made him turn around. She knelt on the ground, bleeding and wounded, her armour torn from the right side of her body while panting with a pale face.

“Philis… Why aren’t you healing?” Asura rushed towards her and checked her wounds.

“There’s something in her bite… it makes healing difficult.”

Asura realised that when fighting Abaddon, he didn’t really know much about her true powers, and it seemed with every vessel she used, the power and abilities changed or became stronger.

He placed his palm on her lips and cast a spell, using his own body to extract the poison while he scanned her body and noticed a strange darkness was eating at her flesh. “I see…” Asura sighed and rubbed Philis’s head, his fingers like a block of ice during a heatwave as she let out a gentle groan, the venom leaving her body, allowed her to recover.

“You should go back to the tent and help the other women and wounded heal. I’ll fight this bitch… She’s only here for me anyway. She doesn’t give a damn about the others.” Asura shook his head.

“But… what if you need my help?” Philis asked, her eyes worried.

“Do you not trust me?” Asura laughed.

“No! I trust you!” Philis quickly denied it.

“Then go help the others,” Asura told her as his eyes gazed at the figure atop the half-destroyed wall; it was obvious that she had stopped the attack on Philis. Otherwise, the dark elf would be dead.

He didn’t waste time, walking towards her while holding his spear to his side and the massive sword over his shoulder, even the wounds on his face barely healing, making him look quite rugged compared to usual.

“Ah~ you finally came to play with me, Asura?” Abaddon’s sultry voice entered his ears, causing Asura’s footsteps to halt for a moment. “It has been a while since we spent time together.”

“Is this fun for you?” Asura questioned. “Killing innocents? Does it make you feel superior? Someone like you with that power could reach the limits of this world, maybe even breathe through them. Yet you seem to linger in mediocrity!”

“Hmph… what do you know?” Abaddon spat her tone, a mix of hate and obsession. “What can this power bring me? Do you think I care about what lies beyond the mortal realm? No… I want you. If you go to that world, so will I. If you must stay here, I will stay! Should you flee to the abyss, I shall search the abyss!”

Talk about a twisted stalker… Asura couldn’t help thinking, holding his sword tight in his hand.

“Have you forgotten? I was created to mirror you, to become your pair! I cannot have children or enjoy life without you being mine!”

Her voice started gentle, like a mother. Only the smell of blood and death covered her and her appearance, sending shivers down Asura’s spine as her voice became distorted and her face looked eerie, with her eyes filled with lust, her red cheeks and warped smile when looking at him.

Asura snorted, his mouth drying up with discomfort, unsure what to say or do to resolve this situation.

“Well… That is fine too,” Abaddon sighed, her shoulders drooping before raising her head to gaze at Asura’s handsome face. “I am bound to you as much as you are bound to me… If you resist, then I will just break your limbs and rape you until all my eggs are fertilised.” Her sultry voice sounded like she had an orgasm at the thought, while the amount of poison and darkness she emitted made Asura shudder with disgust.

“Let’s dance, my other half!” Abaddon grinned and floated into the air, the clothing on her body dispelled with a simple gesture, her body on full display as she transformed into a beautiful white serpent with wings, her size almost equal to the city, wrapping her tail around it several times.

Asura’s eyes narrowed while looking at the eerie yet beautiful figure of Abaddon, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

“Oh…”

Abaddon smiled in shock.

Bang!

She shivered from Asura’s power and his black blade landing on her wing, her wings tearing apart from the blow as her massive body smacked into the wall below, destroying the damaged bricks and dirt. In retaliation for his attack, her mouth opened, spraying a beam of dark purple towards his figure in the sky.

Boom!

The explosion was violent, with her purple beam of death clashing with Asura’s black flames as his form appeared in front of her snout. His hand grabbed her black snout as his left arm pointed the black spear at her forehead.

“Sorry, but I don’t have any intentions of allowing you to take my seed…”

“Hahaha! As if you have a choice! You cannot kill me! Even your mother knows it. The creator destined us to be together!” Abaddon’s snake-like voice was hard to understand for someone unfamiliar with beast tongues, yet Asura could understand every word.

“Perhaps, perhaps not.”

He thrust the spear towards her face, her jaw widening to take a bite.

Crack!

The spear’s tip crashed into her forehead, creating a small tear in one of her scales, while her bite penetrated his waist and chest, biting through his ribs and injecting her deadly venom into his body, his blood spraying and skin rupturing.

“Fuck you…” Asura cursed before swinging the massive black blade of his father into the back of her jaw, his strength crushing part of her cheeks and making her open her mouth.

“The poison will not kill me,” Asura told her calmly, his body glowing with black and white light as he tore out her fangs from his chest and flew into the air. Their first clash was exciting for the pair. He couldn’t deny his delight when fighting her. Each time, he felt his heart and soul singing in euphoria no matter how he denied it.

However, to defeat her, he would have to use all of his power while she took the time to regenerate her face. Asura flew into the air and transformed into his most complete form.

—Manifestation Devouring Profane Phoenix!