Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Nyx Arrives (1)
Third Person’s POV

The hatchet which was now unchecked continued its downward swing and slammed into the stone floor.

A deafening explosion of rubble followed as a massive chunk of the staircase was cleaved away.

A deafening sound traveled up into their ears as the large chunk of black rock fell down into the dark abyss

Ethan had no time to breathe. He sprang to his feet as his dark saber hummed with a newfound aura.

Black mist swirled around its jagged edge and deepened its already abyssal hue.

The shadow barely had time to react before Ethan slashed downward with a forceful strike aimed at the back of its neck.

At the same time, Virelle made her move. Instead of targeting the intangible figure, she focused on the hatchet embedded in the ground.

Her red threads strengthened with her blood essence, shot forward like coiling serpents, and wrapped around the weapon with a strong constricting force.

The shadow tilted its head as if sensing the dual attack, but it was too late. Ethan’s saber connected and sliced clean through its neck with a resonating shriek.

The red glow in its eyes flickered wildly before dimming.

Then, silence reigned and for a moment, nothing moved.

Then the shadow trembled violently as its form flickered like a flame caught in the wind.

Ethan’s dark energy wound around the head and its torso as they corroded its two shadowy forms.

The hatchet which was now firmly bound by Virelle’s threads began to sizzle as her energy clashed with its own.

The red glow coursing through the weapon dimmed, and cracks spiderwebbed across its surface.

A low, guttural sound escaped the entity as it staggered back and its once-solid form now unraveled like a fraying cloth.

Ethan panted as exhaustion settled in but his grip on the saber never wavered.

He and Virelle exchanged a glance and both understood the same thing.

The fight wasn’t over yet.

Ethan moved forward like a wraith as he attempted to end the shadow at this opportune moment.

But just as his saber was about to connect for a clean vertical slash with the beheaded torso of the ominous shadow something unexpected happened.

Huge red tentacles sprouted out from its torso like a sudden eruption with an inhuman roaring sound accompanying it.

Ethan’s eyes widened in horror as five-meter-long tentacles that were as thick as a grown man’s thigh burst forth before him.

Virelle and Velcy screamed in panic as their voices overlapped in sheer panic but they couldn’t do anything because the attack had happened too fast.

At the tip of each tentacle, grotesque worm heads emerged.

Their hideous circular mouths lined with jagged yellow teeth snapped as they lunged at him from all directions.

So be it, it looks like I will have to use that move that Master absolutely forbade me to use.

Ethan knew that this was the only choice he had at this moment of crisis.

Ethan’s eyes hardened like a seasoned warrior’s as he realized he had only a single chance—a fraction of a second to defend himself from certain death.

He focused all of his soul sense inwardly on two things.

One part of his soul sense broke into his inner dark magic dimension while the other wrapped around the frost energy accumulated deep in his bones and muscles.

Though it sounded lengthy, the process happened instantaneously.

In response, both forces erupted simultaneously.

His mana veins burst in several places inside his body as an explosive surge of dark magic energy rushed out from his every pore.

Just as it was about to exit his skin, the icy energy seamlessly mixed with it, and in the next moment, innumerable dark icy needles erupted from every inch of his body.

Because the needles formed just outside his skin, they did not puncture him but for the monstrous red worm tentacles, it was another matter entirely.

The countless dark, cold, and corrosive needles punctured their open mouths as they pierced deep into their flesh.

The tentacles burst like overfilled blood bags as the needles shredded through them and painted the dark well with thick and black putrid blood.

Ethan was drenched in the disgusting liquid and was covered from head to toe due to the close proximity but he was in no state to care.

The intense internal bleeding from his burst mana veins compounded with his earlier injuries finally sapped the last of his strength.

He felt an emptiness in his heart—a void as if something essential had been stripped away from his being.

I never thought it would feel this bad when a magic dimension is exhausted to such an extreme level.

That was the only thought in his mind as he struggled against the crushing aftereffects of his forbidden move.

This technique was still unnamed and an ability he had devised from a sudden epiphany while observing his Master in flight.

The creation of his DarkStorm Wings had been inspired by her natural dark wings.

He had carefully studied how she manipulated her magic energy as she offset the air resistance to enhance her speed.

But in the process, he had unknowingly discovered a way to channel that energy into an offensive form.

A reckless but powerful method but one that he had just used at a great cost.

Suddenly, two simultaneous screams rang in his ears.

He could identify Virelle’s voice which was filled with terror and another younger shrill voice that radiated clear panic.

“Brother Ethan!!!”

“Big Brother Ethan!!!”

A gust of wind blew past him, and he instinctively recognized it.

But in his current state, he was utterly drained and was unable to muster even a fraction of his magic energy.

With pure instinct, he swiveled his neck just in time to see another red worm tentacle swipe toward his head with its gaping and rotating maw lined with jagged teeth.

His magic energy was gone but he was not defenseless.

Gritting his teeth, he delivered a backhand strike to the thick red appendage.