Genius Warlock

Chapter 422

Chapter 422

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Are you alright?!

Human-meat Chef, his arm adorned with scales and claws, inquired as he swung it around.

Oliver, making full use of his dagger, enchanted robe, and black suit, skillfully blocked, parried, and evaded Chefs relentless attacks.

However, it was no easy feat.

Got you.

With his transformed arm, Human-meat Chef seized Olivers enchanted robe and raised his other hand, aiming to strike Oliver down.

Despite the seemingly straightforward approach, Chefs extraordinary physical strength posed a grave threat, prompting Oliver to swiftly activate a blood magic spell.

[Impalement]

Just as Human-meat Chef was about to land his blow, Oliver intoned the incantation.

The pool of putrid blood on the ground, obedient to Olivers command, coalesced into a single point, and a colossal stake surged upwards, impaling Chefs arm.

However, owing to the exceptional nature of his physique, the stake didnt penetrate but only momentarily hindered the movement of his arm.

Truly, it was a terrifying form.

Even Impalement, renowned for its physical prowess among blood magic spells, proved insufficient against Chefs bare body.

It felt as though he was battling a wholly different creature.

But at the core, hes still human

Oliver deftly swung his dagger, freeing a section of the robe ensnared by Chef.

Liberated from Chefs grasp, Oliver stepped back and invoked Ptahs Assistant. He conjured a magical mechanical arm, sheathed in his robe, extending a black hand towards Chef.

The very same black hand that had previously crushed an ogre into a building in an instant.

Hmph!

As Olivers black hand neared to engulf Chef, Chef snorted and infused his fist with black magic, launching it forward.

Bang!!

Chefs already menacing fist now carried the force of a cannon, swiftly puncturing and annihilating Olivers black hand with its overwhelming might.

The sheer power of it.

Due to this, Oliver suffered significant indirect damage and lost his balance.

Seizing this opening, Human-meat Chef lunged forward, aiming a punch at Oliver.

Anticipating this, Oliver utilized his robe to disrupt Chefs movement and unleashed razor-sharp blades of blood in a counterattack.

So persistent.

Despite being struck by dozens of blood blades, Human-meat Chef spoke calmly, his body impervious to any harm.

At most, they momentarily hindered his actions.

Capitalizing on the opportunity, Oliver focused his emotions into his dagger and swung it at Chef.

Swoosh!!

This time, it had an impact.

He managed to inflict a minor gash on Chefs chest.

But the price was steep.

[Muddy Blood]

[Red Mold]

[Rotten Mist]

[Parasitic Mushroom]

[Corruption Fly]

Taking advantage of Olivers concentration on the assault and his lowered defenses, Chef incanted five distinct black magic spells, inducing diseases and weaknesses.

The already tainted and diseased blood grew murkier, red mold flourished on its surface, and from the contaminated blood, mist, mushrooms, and black magic-infested flies spread throughout the city.

!!

Driven by his desperation to escape the torment of hunger, Oliver, who had been primarily focused on offense, took a direct hit from Chefs black magic.

With his weakened defenses, Chefs mist penetrated Olivers robe, causing intense pain in his respiratory system and eyes. The parasitic mushrooms clung to his black suit, attempting to erode his skin, while the rotten flies tore at his robe.

In excruciating agony, as if his body was no longer under his control, Oliver desperately employed Greed Fire to incinerate the mist, mushrooms, and flies.

It demanded a substantial amount of emotion, but there was no alternative.

Oliver, considering it somewhat fortunate, expanded the Greed Fire, utilizing poison and blood as fuel to assail Chef.

In that moment, Chef forged a French knife from blood and swung it forcefully at Oliver.

Greed Fire split in two.

Exhausted and famished, Oliver hastily wielded his dagger in a clumsy attempt to defend.

You really hold on tenaciously.

Chef spoke as he observed Oliver, who had failed to fully block the attack and was thrown far away.

Oliver staggered to his feet on the sea of rotten blood and spoke, his voice trembling.

Im sorry I promised not to get hurt.

One shouldnt make promises they cant keep, Chef remarked, eyeing Olivers dire condition.

Indeed, his state was grim.

Having immersed himself once more in the sea of rotten blood, Oliver was slowly succumbing to several disease-based black magic spells, with parasitic mushrooms clinging to his body.

Ironically, the most severe among them was the hunger disease, the most fundamental of the disease-weakness black magic series. This black magic, rooted in the emotions of Human-meat Chef, neither neutralized nor dissipated, relentlessly consuming Oliver.

Initially, it had only induced slight hunger, but it had escalated to an unbearable level of starvation, gnawing away at his flesh and muscles, both internally and externally.

It seems not only because of that

In his fading consciousness, Oliver discerned the emotion that Human-meat Chef harbored toward the Corpse doll resembling Bathory.

There was a hint of sadness in his expression.

Get off!

Human-meat Chef shouted, trying to mask his sadness with anger.

He then broke free from the grasp of the eight Corpse doll-female warlocks attempting to carry him into the sky.

While the female warlocks were not lacking in strength, they proved no match for Human-meat Chef.

Recognizing this, the innermost Corpse doll-Bathory gave orders to the female warlocks.

Rather than engaging in a direct power struggle with Human-meat Chef, they were instructed to create distance and attack him while he was vulnerable in the air.

Swoosh!

Just as they were about to unleash a blood magic assault on Human-meat Chef, dragon-like wings sprouted from his back, cutting through the air with tremendous force.

The power behind his strike was so immense that it could have easily cleaved through anything within a vast radius.

Luckily I had reinforced them with pieces of Mr. Theodores flesh.

Oliver thought as he observed the female warlock Corpse dolls narrowly evading the devastating attack.

Though they didnt escape unscathed, losing some limbs in the process, they suffered only operational damage despite the sudden assault.

This confirmed Olivers hypothesis.

Infusing the flesh of a potent corpse into the Corpse dolls significantly enhanced their capabilities.

The effect and efficiency might vary depending on the individual. I can find out more through experimentation.

Oliver registered this observation in his thoughts as he closely monitored the situation above.

Human-meat Chef, slightly taken aback by the agility of the female warlock Corpse dolls and Bathory in evading his attack, swiftly extended his wings wide to make his escape.

A wise decision.

No matter how formidable his physique, being surrounded by well-coordinated blood mages was an unfavorable predicament.

This was especially true in the open airspace, where the range of attacks expanded significantly.

Naturally, the innermost Bathory comprehended this, and she directed the female warlock Corpse dolls to weave a cage of thorns crafted from blood, impeding Human-meat Chefs mobility.

Such petty tricks!

With ease, Human-meat Chef shattered the blood cage using his wings and a French knife formed of blood, then charged toward the Corpse doll-Bathory.

Oliver wondered whether Chefs approach to Bathory was purely strategic or driven by some deeper motivation.

Anyway, Im glad youre moving as expected.

As Oliver whispered this, a brilliant azure flash of light emanated from a distant building, followed by an immense surge of magical energy that struck Human-meat Chef. It was an onslaught from a remote support Corpse doll, which had been teleported to the rooftop of the building via portal magic.

The Corpse doll boasted six legs, six arms, three torsos, and an enormous cannon. Oliver had only used it once before, during a mission alongside Pinkman Jonathan to recover stolen goods from the Crime Firm. Now, he deployed it once more.

Although it saw infrequent use due to its demanding activation conditions, its power was undeniable. The magical barrage, now enhanced through modifications, struck Human-meat Chef with even greater force than before, capable of obliterating even his subordinates with their remarkable regenerative abilities in a single blow.

Ziiiiiiiiing!!!

The attack emitted a distinct, ear-piercing sound as it assailed Human-meat Chef. The energy of the attack gradually condensed as it seared through him, eventually culminating in a massive explosion.

Kuhooongwoong!!!

The detonation generated a shockwave that sent the surrounding blood mist scattering in all directions.

Capitalizing on this momentary distraction, Oliver withdrew three parchments from his pocket and sent them hurtling toward Human-meat Chef.

Despite enduring the ferocious magical bombardment, Chef made an effort to tear the parchments but was thwarted by Bathory, leading to his failure. As a result, the parchments remained suspended above him.

In that instant, Human-meat Chef perceived it.

Three portals opened, from which emerged Corpse dolls-Duncan and Shamus, along with Oliver himself.

Corpse doll-Bathory and the female warlocks descended, their blood wings fluttering.

?!! Do you think you can wound me with that?!

Human-meat Chef, descending under the effects of the magical bombardment, shouted. It wasnt boastfulness but a fact.

Despite numerous attacks, his body only bore minor scratches and scorch marks.

Likewise, the combined assault from Oliver, Corpse dolls-Duncan and Shamus, and Bathory wouldnt make a significant difference.

But that didnt deter them.

I just need to go down with Mr. Human-meat Chef.

Oliver replied weakly, his strength waning.

It was a cryptic statement, yet Chef soon grasped its meaning.

The emotions of the city were converging in the mechanical tower through the basement.

You!

Human-meat Chef exclaimed in panic, but Oliver, undeterred, pressed on with his plan.

Please, Child.

Kyaaaaaaaahhh!!

Kyahahahahaha!!

Kyaaaaaaaahhh!!!

(To be Continued)

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