Re: In My Bloody Hit Novel - Chapter 517

Chapter 517: Nora’s New Home
Chiron’s scream pierced the thick, suffocating fog as he raised his arm to the sky. The flames that had been searing his flesh suddenly ceased, leaving him in a momentary state of relief. The unbearable pain in his lungs, heart, and bones vanished as if it had never been there. The fog began to thin, gradually revealing his surroundings.

To his surprise, he found himself facing a group of Bloodlust creatures.

Their gray, sunken faces and hungry eyes stared back at him, reflecting an insatiable hunger. Some of these creatures had once been human, others orcs, but now they were all grotesque parodies of their former selves.

Their skin clung to their skeletal frames, stretched tight over their bones, giving them an emaciated and horrific appearance. The males had grotesquely enlarged manhoods, while the females had grotesquely swollen chests.

Chiron frowned, feeling a mix of revulsion and annoyance.

This was obviously still a test of the body from the cardinal zone.

His body was still injured, and the severed arm throbbed with a ghostly pain, but he knew there was no avoiding the inevitable battle. He waved his remaining hand, summoning the Devil’s Touch.

The blackish-red curvy sword materialized, enveloping his missing hand, a dark and formidable extension of his will. With his other hand, he called forth the ancestor sword, a broad and ancient blade that had seen countless battles.

The Bloodlust creatures snarled and hissed, their eyes fixated on him. Chiron’s face twisted into a fierce expression as he kicked off the ground, launching himself towards them. His movements were fueled by a blend of fury and desperation, each step resonating with the weight of his determination.

The first creature lunged at him, its sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl. Chiron swung the Devil’s Touch with a swift, practiced motion, the blade slicing through the air and connecting with the creature’s neck. The head severed cleanly, rolling away as the body crumpled to the ground. Blood sprayed in an arc, mixing with the thinning fog.

Another creature, an orc-turned-abomination, charged at him with a guttural roar. Chiron met its attack head-on, raising the ancestor sword to block its claws.

The impact reverberated through his body, but he held firm, pushing back against the creature’s strength. With a grunt of effort, he twisted his body, driving the broad sword into the creature’s chest. It let out a gurgling cry, black blood oozing from the wound as it fell to the ground.

The battle raged on, each swing of Chiron’s swords a testament to his resolve. He moved with a deadly grace, dodging and parrying attacks, his blades finding their marks with unerring precision. The Devil’s Touch curved through the air, slicing through flesh and bone, while the ancestor sword cleaved through the abominations with brutal force.

Chiron’s breaths were ragged, each inhalation a reminder of the pain he had endured. His muscles burned with exertion, but he pushed forward, driven by a relentless determination.

The Bloodlust creatures seemed endless, their numbers overwhelming, but he fought with a ferocity born of desperation.

As he cut down one creature after another, the fog continued to thin, the oppressive atmosphere gradually lifting. Chiron’s vision cleared, revealing the gruesome battlefield around him. Corpses of the Bloodlust creatures littered the ground, their twisted forms a testament to his brutal efficiency.

Despite the pain and exhaustion, Chiron stood tall, his eyes burning with a fierce light.

Just then, he looked on as something unbelievable happened. The Bloodlust, these creatures he had killed. Their bodies. It was healing up and then slowly, they rose from the earth.

Chiron frowned at this. At such a time, he could not help but remember the words of the Female Orc chief. She had stated that Death was the only option in this place, but had not said why.

“The test of tampering the Body!” Chiron’s brows frowned as he went low, his blade in hand, as he jumped once more into the attack.

Meanwhile, in the outside world, in the territory of one of the Seven Virtues of the Holy Church, the virtue of Diligence. Nora’s ear twitched in response to the whispers all around her.

“Are you sure? why will the young master do such a thing? If he really needed a a young lady to have fun with, i would have gladly given him my own daughter.”

“hmmm! Same thing I thought. Can you imagine? Five thousand Fate gold coins for this worthless trash. And he even lets her sleep on his bed… The old master is definitely going to give him a scolding for this one, I’m sure.”

“Shush… maybe its because of his age. you know he is becoming a man…”

“oh, I see! maybe he wants to experiment with her.”

“But that does not excuse the price. Even if he wants her body, they are far more cheaper girls in the slave houses and even the most expensive whore in the territory is only a hundred Fate gold coins a week. It is such a waste… Oh my dear heart… i can feel it bleeding…”

These were the conversations happening about her. Nora was already conscious, but was yet to open her eyes. She did not want to. But then, images flashed in her head.

Flames burning her skin, the scent of her own ash threatening to choke and seize her breath. “NO!!!” She screamed as she Immediately sat upright, breathing hard as her fingers clawed at her throat and chest, ripping apart her clothes.

The caretakers around her were taking aback by this, and they rushed out of the room, one of them running to get the young master.

Immediately, Eunid hurried into the room. Nora’s fingers were already digging into her flesh.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into a hug. “HUSH!!! its okay. Its okay!! I gat you. I gat you!!” He comforted her again and again, as he held down her arms.

They were already bloody. But Eunid did not let her go. “…Don’t worry, you are safe now! No one will hurt you. No one!” Those words were like cold water to the flames that hunted her and she could not hold the tears from falling.