“Ahh!! What are you doing? We had a deal!!” After opening his eyes once again, Resotnero was greeted with the falling sight of the angelic crimson sword. Not only that, he found out that he was actually moving upwards towards the falling sword. This was when he realized that he was in an unavoidable predicament. Glancing down at the Mysterious Mistress, he couldn’t believe what she said.
“The deal we made became invalid as soon as you become useless to me. Now be a good boy and delay that sword for me, okay?” The Mysterious Mistress re-summoned her dark blade from her helmet’s inventory. While she was dragging the dark blade out, Resotnero got a glimpse of the fierce gaze in her eyes which prompted him to shout out:
“You two face chameleon! I trusted you! Why are all sexy ladies so deceptive?”
The descending crimson blade arrived within Resotnero’s proximity. Within no time at all, it commenced smashing him into the deepest depths of the abyss! Due to the sword decreased momentum, courtesy of Resotnero’s sacrifice, the Mysterious Mistress was able to evade its slicing edges by adroitly shifting her Motor to the side.
Everything within the trajectory of the gigantic crimson sword got severed into multiple pieces. The dreadful slash even cut through the walls of the eerie catacombs and sliced some Tomb Riders to ribbons who were outside gunning for the finish line.
“Oh, my God!! Did you guys see that? Those Tomb Riders got minced to shreds! I bet they don’t even know what hit them.” The Tomb Riders who witnessed this spectacle dropped their mouths in awe. Some of them were aware of where the deadly crimson slash came from because now and then they would take a gander at the myriad of surrounding monitors which were displaying the events taking place within the underground catacombs.
“Such destructive power! A Rank-A Field Monster really is no joke!”
“Yeah. I couldn’t even imagine myself fighting against that thing.”
“All I have to say is that Mysterious Tomb Rider is one hell of a chick. To be facing off against such a frightening monster, doesn’t she have any fear at all?”
Inside the eliminated chamber, White Demon was gritting her teeth constantly while mythical horns grew out of her forehead. “That stinking tramp! She really outdid herself this time. Doesn’t her vagina feel any fear at all when going up against such an overpowered opponent? I guess it’s too bulky for that huh? How the hell does it fit inside her panties?”
“Achoo!” The Mysterious Mistress cleared her nostrils before pouncing her jaguar motorbike on the fallen surface of the crimson sword. “It’s time for us to commence our counter-attack, Selain!”
“Let us reap that Rank-A Field Monster’s Ghoul Soul.” She began riding her jaguar motorbike on the lateral side of the gigantic crimson sword, making her way closer towards the angelic creature.
“You puny fool!” Cherubel heard what the Tomb Rider said and pooped a vein over its eyelids. “What manner of braggadocio did you swallow to delude yourself in thinking that there is a chance in heaven that you could bereave me of my glorified Ghoul Soul? I see that humans have become a miscellany of temerarious thinking!”
Cherubel began raising up its crimson sword while trying to shake the crawling insect off. “Let me show you the dimension between our prowesses.” The tip of his crimson sword started reverting back to its liquid state. The overt changes were travelling upwards towards the hilt of the sword.
“Oh no!” Looking over her shoulder, the Mysterious Mistress noticed a bubbling amount of blood protruding multiple series of hands that were tirelessly trying to get a hold of her. “Selain go faster! We can’t let it entrap us otherwise it’ll be the end.”
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“It's useless!” Cherubel increased the pace of his crimson sword transformation. Within the small respite that it took for a person to blink, the bloody arms caught up with their target. Multiple arms grabbed hold of the jaguar’s hind legs and prevented its advance, moreover, they were dragging her down into the burning blood of Christ!
A large smile graced the countenance of Cherubel after witnessing the human female struggling to stay afloat. “Hahaha! Be thankful you puny human that you’ll meet your end by the Holy Blood of Christ. Now submerge into blood-wrenching despair!!”
Bubble! Bubble!
“No! This can’t be happening!” A large portion of the rear Jaguar has already succumbed to the Holy Blood of Christ. It was only a matter of time before its frontal sibling followed after.
Reaching an impasse, The Mysterious Mistress directed her hated glare at the heavenly angel. “You monster! Don’t celebrate too early for I will never surrender to you!”
“Eh?” Cherubel looked down on the human who resembled a frightened insect who was trying its best to free itself from his holy grasp. “What utter nonsense. How can a puny ant overcome a glorified obstacle such as myself? Be gone from my sight you detestable insect!”
“Keouk!” Cherubel increased the absorption rate of the Mysterious Mistress’s Motor. She was being driven into a corner or should I say into an ocean of holy misery but she still maintained her wits about her.
“Selain revert back to your original state now!”
“Vrm! Vrm!” Her Motor cast away its jaguar counterparts, returning back to its initial form.
While this was happening, the Mysterious Mistress flipped forward off her Motor and landed on the burning surface of the crimson sword. Gripping the handle of her motorbike, she poured in all the strength she had left into her arms then pulled with all of her might until her Motor flew up out of the Holy Blood of Christ.
“Hm??” When this happened, Cherubel didn’t give the lady a chance to catch her breath. He pounced forward with 3 clenching fists!
“Yes! Crush that traitorous bitch into pancakes!” Rabbit teeth Kira was elated that the source of her lamentation was about to succumb to a crushing defeat but then this happened.
“Keel Queel of Destruction!” A bright emerald light enveloped the Mysterious Mistress just before the 3 air-crushing fist collide with her. They emitted an amplified explosive frequency which burrowed into Cherubel’s arms and instantly blew them apart.
Ka-boom!
“Keaaaaaak!” Cherubel vomited out a gut-full amount of blood from his diaphragm. “You sinful slut! Heaven will never open its doors for the likes such as you!!”
The Mysterious Mistress smirked at this sentiment and replied, “So what? Not everyone is dying to go to heaven you know. They are better places than your glorified prison.”
Saying this, she hopped on her motorbike then began riding towards the apotheosis of the lamenting Cherubel. A shower of blood from the severed limbs of Cherubel rained down on her. When she emerged from the fountain of Christ’s blood she keenly resembled the rebirth of a devilish successor.
Vrmm!
“I’m going to make sure to chop your head clean off this time!” The Mysterious Mistress rode her motorbike through mid-air. She was soaring towards the injured neck of the Rank-A Filed Monster with her dark blade clenched tightly in her hand. If Cherubel could see how fierce her eyes look right now I reckon he would have pissed himself.
“Keook!” Cherubel raised his leg to intercept the unscrupulous target before it could arrive at his neck. “Don’t get too conceited you unholy maggot!!”
“Selain!” Perceiving the approaching means of refutation that the Rank-A Field Monster had issued out with its leg, the Mysterious Mistress called out to her Motor, prompting her to use the last remaining batch of, keel Queel of Destruction.
Boom!
“Kyaaah!!” Cherubel lost his lower half along with a large portion of its midriff due to the sudden explosion of the lady’s Emerald Soul Insignia. Because of the deafening impact, he was forced to collapse backwards on some remaining blood spikes which were strewn about randomly.
“Now’s my chance.” The Mysterious Mistress waited not for the giant’s recovery. She hurriedly dashed off her motorbike pointing her sharp blade in front of her as she flew towards Cherubel’s head. “I can’t miss this God bless opportunity.”
While Cherubel was temporarily distraught and in anguish, the Mysterious Mistress smoothly landed on the upper part of his chest. Without receiving permission, she dashed forward and began hacking at the angel’s neck.
Slash!
Couple more slashes later, Cherubel’s raucous screams could not be heard. Why was this you’re wondering? The reason was quite obtrusive. Cherubel’s head was no longer attached to his body. The Mysterious Mistress had chopped it clean off like she said she would.