“Fuu…” Cherubel exuded air from his nostrils as he hovered over the dark hole while staring at the area where he punched the puny insect to smithereens or so it thought. It shifted its gaze towards the cowering Resotnero while giving off a chilling amount of murderous intent.

‘You’re next, puny cretin.’ Cherubel’s wings started transforming into a bubbling substance again. It was planning to decimate its target with its most praised worthy attack—Holy Blood of Christ. As it began forming multiple cross-like embodiments to shower its target, that was when it happened.

Chop! Chop! Chop!

“Huh? Impossible…” When Cherubel heard some slashing sounds he quickly shifted his head towards their origin. Looking at the side of his torso, it came across a shocking sight. 3 of its glorified limbs were simultaneously cut off! The wounded portion was spewing out a fountain of blood!

“Keuoook!” For the first time since it manifested as one of God’s holy servants, Cherubel showed a profound gain of pain. “Kyaaaa! How could this be??” While it was writhing in an excruciating bath of pain it caught a gander of the Mysterious Mistress standing on his shoulder.

“Hmm?? You… puny rodent! How can you still be…”

“Alive?” The Mysterious Mistress finished his sentence for him. She was covered in blood while she boasted her crimson blade at the side. “Your attack nearly killed me had it not been for my Emerald Soul Insignia’s defence and that man’s timely teleportation skill.” She pointed at Resotnero.

“So you hid your presence, pretended like you were extinguished then waited for when I dropped my guard to attack??”

“Pretty much.” She smirked at Cherubel. “You’re an easy target with you being this big you know. You should have rethought your appearance design when going up against me.”

Cherubel was angered by the Mysterious Mistress’s condescending words. It began raising its remaining arms to squash its adversary. “Go to hell, you puny devil’s acolyte!!”

Before the 3 gigantic fists could pound on her, the Mysterious Mistress rammed her blade straight through the neck of the Rank-A Field Monster then started slicing an arc through it.

“Kuaaaa!” Cherubel spat out a mouthful of blood while his neck was being severed. “Sinful creature! I won’t allow you to sully my divine complex any further!!” Screaming at the top of its breath the angel Field Monster directed all of its Holy Blood of Christ to form a coat around its being. By doing this he was hoping to entrap his target into a boiling cage of misery. Too bad for him though because before his Holy Blood of Christ could relish the opportunity of completely subduing the feminine mystery, she got teleported to where Resotnero was sitting on her Motor.

“Thanks for the save.”

“Don’t mention it. If it weren’t for you I would have long since been eliminated.” Resotnero shifted his gaze towards the angry angel monster that was gunning towards them with a substantial amount of blood permeating around it.

“What are we going to do about that?” Resotnero pointed to the severed wound on Cherubel’s neck which was slowly being healed by the surrounding blood. “If it continues to regenerate like that our efforts would have been for nought.”

“I know that. Before that happens I’m going to cut it down.” The Mysterious Mistress spun her jaguar motorbike around and began riding in the opposite direction away from the approaching Field Monster.

Cherubel disregarded the aesthetics of his Heaven’s Symphony by dashing through a myriad of blood spikes, destroying all the bloody obstacles which were preventing him from crushing its prey.

“Kyaaaah! You can’t escape my unyielding wrath you puny degenerates!!” Cherubel sucked in a gut full of his Holy Blood of Christ, filling his stomach to the brim. Then without letting it digest, he regurgitated a mouthful of hellish splendour!

A concentrated amount of the Holy Blood of Christ shot out in a never-ending rush towards the destination of the fleeing Tomb Riders.

This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there.

“Selain look out!!” The Mysterious Mistress urged her jaguar motorbike to pounced further and faster away from the targeted area of the shooting Blood of Christ. But alas, her Motor was too slow to escape the deadly breath of Cherubel.

Meters before impact, Resotnero decided to intervene. “Don’t panic! Allow me to take care of this.” Resotnero sent out 2 transparent bicycles at opposing sides of him. He quickly switched places with the one on his far right. Thus, managing to escape the shooting Blood of Christ by a hair’s breadth.

“Wu-hohuu! Did you see that? The expression that that fat bastard made just now was so hilarious!” Resotnero’s state of elation was short-lived.

While maintaining the shooting Breath of Christ, Cherubel directed it to where Resotnero and the Mysterious Mistress appeared at.

Whoosh!

“Ahhh! It’s coming for us again! Just how much blood did it suck in goddammit?!” Resotnero was forced to activate the last remaining use of his Sapphire Soul Insignia by switching places with the other transparent bicycle which was now a little bit behind the angel monster.

“???” Cherubel halted his advance after he realized that the presence of the Tomb Riders have vanished from before him and reappeared at his rear. He spun around while still maintaining his shooting Blood of Christ. The surrounding blood spikes and numerous pillars crumbled away after coming into contact with its terrifying blood-borne breath.

“Now look what you’ve done.” The Mysterious Mistress glared at Resotnero through her helmet. “You couldn’t keep your big mouth shut could you?”

“Hey, don’t go casting blame on me! If you had killed that thing when you had the chance, we wouldn’t be going through this mess!” Resotnero wanted to unleash his scolding tongue some more but was forced to wheel it back in after glimpsing the approaching devil's breath. “Watch out!!”

Boom!

The jaguar motorbike dipped down a couple of meters. Right after this happened, the shooting Blood of Christ blasted over the Tomb Rider’s head. Lady Luck was on their side today for if it hadn’t been they wouldn’t have been able to evade Cherubel’s dreadful attack without losing a hair on their heads.

Splosh!

The dreadful Blood of Christ came to a gradual deterioration. No more gas was left inside Cherubel’s tank to keep it going further. However, it didn’t get distraught by this unfavourable event. Cherubel commanded the ocean of blood which was surrounding him to solidify. It quickly transformed into a massive double edge sword that he then gripped tightly with his now regenerated limbs.

“That bastard! He wishes to cut us down with that oversized sword. How can it even lift that thing?” Resotnero was sweating between his loins as his heart palpitated irregularly. The sight of the massive crimson sword swooshing down towards him made him quite angsty. He tapped the Mysterious Mistress repeatedly on her shoulders while saying:

“Hey, I leave this all to you now. My Soul Insignia has maximized its utilization rate. So I can’t teleport us anymore.” He didn’t receive any feedback so he continued to ask. “Hey, are you listening to me? Say something!”

Vrrm!

The Mysterious Mistress avoided answering Resotnero and began revving her jaguar motorbike towards the angel monster. She was going so fast that Resotnero completely forgot all about her previous warning about him not putting his hands around her curvaceous waistline. He held on to her waist tightly to prevent himself from falling off.

“Hey, lady! What the hell are you doing?” The fast pace of the air caused Resotnero’s face to become temporarily malformed. “Holy Jesus!!” His lower half was nowhere to be found on the jaguar motorbike. If it wasn’t for him hanging tightly to the Mysterious Mistress’s waist, he would have long since blown away like a leaf.

Cherubel spotted the approaching Motor rushing wildly towards him. He grimaced to the point where multiple wrinkles formed on his forehead, spoiling his noble visage. “I applaud your courage to face me head-on, you are of the first puny creatures to receive my praise. However, this is the end for you both.”

Saying this, Cherubel tightened his grip on his crimson sword, in addition, he commanded his muscles to swell up. Veins of throbbing virility popped up all over his bulgy arms.

Swoosh!

Cherubel swung his almighty crimson sword downwards at the incoming Tomb Riders. Innumerable air particles along with muted dust came asunder; welcoming the falling grace of their lord.

“Aaaa! You crazy lady! You’re going to get us all killed!” Resotnero shut his eyes tightly, preventing his ocular senses from witnessing him getting sliced to ribbons. After closing off his vision he suddenly felt something gripping the back of his flowing shirt. “What the…?”

“No! My darling Resotnero!” Rabbit teeth Kira who had her eyes glued to the monitor saw when the Mysterious Mistress grabbed the neck of Resotnero’s collar then swiftly tossed him in front of her to intercept the slicing blade of the Rank-A Field Monster. “That sly bitch! How could she think of using my darling Resotnero as cannon fodder???!!!”

The driver of the Press Roller, Unruly Ban stood beside Kira with a disgusting smirk on his visage. “What did I tell you? That bitch is as cruel as they come. She didn’t bat an eye when she decided to dispose of your boy the moment he became useless. Now, will you listen to what I have to say?” He waited for Kira’s response but she was too dazed by the mind-stitching scene which was playing out before her.

“Resotnero…” Kira bit the lower half of her lip in forceful anguish. She could do nothing but watched as the dreadful scene unfold.