Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem - Chapter 754

Chapter 754: A Disciple’s Plea
“Master…” Vex whispered, her voice shaking now for a different reason than mere physical pain. “I need your help… Please!”

There was a beat of silence.

Then a cold, robotic voice answered.

“Okay.”

The black fang pendant in Vex’s hand flared one final time with an ominous glint. Then, it splintered like broken glass in her palm as shards of dark crystal scattered across my chest and vanished into mana wisps before they even touched the ground.

The little wind I could conjure gave out. My mind and magic simply couldn’t keep up. Gravity reclaimed us in full.

We hit the earth hard.

My back slammed into the dirt with a pained grunt escaping my lips. But Vex kept me shielded, curling around me as the sounds of incoming steps thundered closer and closer.

The lionkin had caught up.

All around us, golden armor worn by the elites shone. They were converging like a pack of predators sensing the kill. Blood ran down Vex’s thigh in rivers, and the gouge across her back was only getting worse with time. Her skin was pale, and her kendo clothes soaked through, yet she was still forcing her battered body to cover mine, offering up her own life to protect me.

I didn’t need her to prompt me, perfectly remembering her earlier words.

“[Warp Gate],” I whispered through gritted teeth as soon as we landed.

The world folded in on itself as the air split, materializing the dimensional doorway.

The Phenom Trials. That underground arena where the Phenom candidates were forced to butcher each other until only a few of us remained.

I met Kaelira there, and it was Seraphiel’s first big battle with us.

And the age test…

The one that doomed me, awakening the curiosity of the ancient woman who refused to take her sight off of me ever since.

However, even with all these memories assisting my spell casting, it nearly failed.

The gate fluctuated and blinked, manifesting static crackling effects around the edges. My overused mana circuits were sparking like frayed wires. But it held… barely. Just wide enough.

The lionkin didn’t care. They saw an opening.

Dozens of them moved as one.

Vex’s body locked down over mine, her arms wrapped around my head and her forehead mashed up against mine, using herself as a living shield even as her breath came in ragged bursts. One lionkin leapt high with an overhead swing. Another approached low, slicing sideways with a pair of curved daggers. I could hear more behind them—too many.

I couldn’t move properly. I couldn’t think, feeling as if most of my brain cells shut off.

I just felt it: death was closing in on us.

With my hands pinned beneath her body, I aimed them past her sides. My mana surged. I didn’t care what spell came out. I’d launch everything. Anything.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” I screamed, rage and helplessness tearing my throat raw.

I was already casting.

But then…

A flash.

Something passed us.

A blur, no—a shadow. And in the next half-second, the battlefield exploded in blood.

Chunks of lionkin rained down like shredded meat. Limbs spiraled midair. Heads tumbled before even the gurgles could begin. What had been a dozen enemies instantly became a painting of ruined corpses, sprayed across the clearing like an artist’s violent masterpiece.

My eyes could barely track it. I only caught the silhouette at the tail end of her strike.

She landed between us and the advancing lionkin, splitting the battlefield in two. The enemies stopped in their tracks as soon as she emerged, no longer charging at us with pure bloodlust. The newcomer alone was enough to turn them from a group of hungry predators that smelled blood to wary combatants carefully measuring their enemy for signs of openings.

She stepped over the butchered corpses without even sparing them a glance, as if they were nothing more than ugly stains on the ground. Not a twitch of her eyes. Not a hint of satisfaction. It was simply beneath her to notice them or rejoice over their slaying.

The Sunfang himself squinted his eyes as he growled in utter disbelief,

“How is this possible…? It’s her…”

His facial muscles contorted in rage just as a deep, guttural shout left his throat.

“Why is she here?! Why is Black Fang here?!”

I blinked a few times, unsure if I was hallucinating. This woman was simply breathtaking.

She was elegant, overly so, but at the same time, she radiated pure malice from every fiber of her being. She was looking less like a human and more like a living weapon: silent, composed, oozing the kind of confidence that came only from supreme, unshakable belief in one’s own abilities.

Black Fang turned and began walking slowly toward the two of us. Despite her back being turned on the lions, none of them moved. Such was the presence of this monster.

Her face was cold and utterly unreadable, adorned by dark purple eyes. Her skin was pale, unnaturally so, contrasting starkly with the purplish black curtain of hair that went past her hips, a part of which was held together by a hairpin shaped like a serpent.

Her form-fitting robes were embroidered with purple threads, forming the image of coiled serpents across the fabric. A long slit along her legs revealed thigh high stockings with scale-like weaves.

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She looked down at us.

First, at Vex, who was trembling as she was bleeding out at a rapid pace, but still refused to stop shielding me with her body.

Then at me.

Her eyes didn’t change. Not a flicker of concern. Not a smile. No scorn.

She parted her lips. Her voice sounded calm but had an authoritative, powerful undertone as she addressed Vex.

“You’ve never begged for help before, no matter how much danger you were in…”

While staring at me with her deep violet eyes, making me feel as if she was gazing right into my very soul, she declared,

“You did it for him.”