<h4>Chapter 99: Madame Eight Legs (6)</h4>


    <Binge Fly ''Beelzebub''> / Awl


    -1 slot: Burn – Cerberus(A+)


    Slot -2: Silent Hill – Mushu Hushu(A+)


    Slot -3: Super Regeneration – Bog Smander(A+)


    The third orb of the magic sword Beelzebub spat out red light.


    The spirit of a bog smander raged within the orb.


    The destructive energy soon turned into wraith energy, coursing through the veins of Vikir''s body.


    The skill ''Super Regeneration'' has been cast.


    Tsutsutsutsuts...


    His body was regenerating at an incredible rate, with ck steam billowing from every muscle fiber.


    New legs sprouted from severed limbs, intestines regenerated, bones fused together, and gaping wounds healed themselves.


    Smanders are some of the most regenerative creatures in the water, able to regenerate their arms down to the tips of their fingers even if they''ve been cut off at the shoulders.


    Of course, regeneration on such arge scale is very draining, but it''s far better than spending your life crippled.


    Of course, only in battle.


    Within seconds of being reduced to a ragged mass on the ground, Vikir had perfectly reconstituted his body.


    [Zaak?]


    Madame raised her forelegs and scratched the top of her head in confusion.


    Vikir cautiously backed away.


    ''...If I''d gone in for a follow-up blow, I''d have been killed instantly.''


    He had trusted his instincts and retreated when the first attack had been sessful.


    If I had ignored the warnings of my instincts and moved forward just a little bit, just a little bit deeper for the next attack, I would have been crushed to death, and even the most regenerative of smanders wouldn''t be able to do much about that.


    At least I''d still have a body to regenerate.


    Meanwhile.


    [Hmm?]


    Madame was fidgeting, as if something had disturbed her earlier.


    It was the burning smell that wafted past her nostrils.


    The smell of fire, which spiders hate so much, wasing from nowhere.


    Then Madame realized where the smell wasing from.


    It wasing from her own ass.


    ...Crunch! ...Crunch!


    The mucous sac on her ass where Vikir''s blow had struck earlier.


    The mucus sac, which normally sheds webs, was now wounded and burning.


    What was burning in that wound was definitely the dark mes of the oil system!


    "How does hellfire taste?"


    Vikir asked as he flew to the left.


    Earlier, when he had shed at the spider''s body, Vikir had activated one more skill in addition to releasing his aura.


    It was the Burn skill he''d gotten from capturing Cerberus.


    Enemies shed or impaled by the de of the magic sword Beelzebub would suffer fatal burns.


    The infernal mes of Cerberus'' wraith''s remains would continue to scorch opponents.


    [Jaaaaah!]


    Madame angrily rubbed her rump against the ground.


    But even so, the mes were not extinguished, and they burned more intensely.


    The mucus leaking from Madame''s mucous sacs continues to draw in the mes, just as the mes are drawn in by the holes in the oil barrel.


    Once touched, it burns forever. That''s the curse of Cerberus the Hellhound.


    In the end, Madame admitted it. What a nuisance these infernal mes that Cerberus has brought with him are.


    Chhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


    Madame held her breath and expanded the hole in her ass, spilling the vast amount of mucus that had been contained inside onto the floor.


    Huge amounts of white liquid gurgled out.


    Vikir stretched back to avoid them.


    Suddenly, the mes that had been burning Madame''s mucus sacs were all out of her ass.


    She had expelled a great deal of mucus at once.


    [Gag! Gag!]


    Madame turned around, her legs shaking in frustration.


    Then she turned to me.


    "...?"


    She did something that would have made Vikir shake his head.


    She stuck her leg into the burrow, swirled it around, and pulled out a small, round sphere.


    It was an egg.


    Vikir suddenly understood why Madame was so hungry all the time.


    Madame was pregnant, and she was carrying many eggs inside her.


    However, with the current intruder draining her stamina to the max, there is only so much food she can eat.


    [Ajak-ahjak-kwadeudeuk-]


    Madame gobbled up her eggs, concentrated nourishment, without hesitation.


    "What a heartless mother."


    Without another word, Vikir raised his bow.


    Boom!


    An arrow flew out and headed for Madame.


    The arrow cut through the air sharply and lodged in her third eye from the left.


    Crack!


    The eyeball exploded like a raw egg.


    Along with the aura that spun at high speed on the surface of the arrowhead, the mes of the oil system were transferred.


    [Gaaaahhhh!]


    Madame stretched out her legs in fury, but what awaited her at the end of the trajectory was a sword strike wielded by Vikir.


    Denggeng-.


    Again, there was a crack as if the night sky was being split in two.


    This time, Madame''s right front leg was severed and she sprawled across the floor.


    ...Thud!


    Vikir stepped back, dodging the poisonous blood that sprayed in all directions.


    [Giggle-]


    Despite losing her front legs, Madame was not at all agitated.


    She simply retrieved another egg from her burrow, ate it, and regenerated two new legs from the severed limb.


    Poof! Poof!


    Madame now had ten legs.


    She could no longer attack with her severed legs, as they would always grow back into two.


    Vikir remained silent, watching Madame''s every move.


    Finally.


    Vikir nodded.


    "I see. Cut one, make two, right?"


    And with that, Beelzebub bared his six gnarled teeth, poking out of Vikir''s arteries.


    "Let''s see how far it goes, then."


    A ck aura exploded madly from Vikir''s entire body.


    Baskerville Sixth Form.


    The blood aura at the tip of the magic sword burned as brightly as the sun as it descended toward Madame''s legs once more.


    The pointed tip, like the teeth of a carnivorous animal, cut six trajectories in quick session.


    Dengeng- deng- deng-.


    The two newly grown legs were sliced off again, and Madame regenerated them as if it were hopeless.


    Poof! Woody, woody, woody!


    Four legs sprouted from where two legs had been severed.


    Vikir let out another long stream of aura.


    The sensation of all the blood in his body being transformed into aura, a dazzling realm of martial power!


    Feeling as if every vein in his body was on fire, Vikir shot forward.


    The aura de shed out again.


    The high-speed rotating aura of the Graduator sliced through Madame''s rigid exoskeleton.


    Two new legs sprouted from the severed limbs.


    Vikir continued to burn the mana in his body to produce the aura, and each time he did, Madame grew more and more leggy.


    [Jaaaaaah!]


    Madame used her many legs to oviposit all over Vikir''s body.


    ...Puff-puff-puff-puck!


    Despite the mind-numbing pain, Vikir''s eyes remained focused.


    He stood and endured the terrible agony like a seasoned hound from the Age of Destruction.


    The regenerative powers of the bog smander once again heal Vikir''s body.


    But it could not do anything about the terrible poison that had infiltrated his body.


    The terrible poison dissolves into his blood, churning through his entire body.


    The Graduator''s aura scorches his veins, but it''s clear he won''tst long.


    Vikir lifted his blurred vision and red at the Madame before him.


    The mockery on the Madame''s face was only getting worse.


    [Kiririk- Jah!]


    Madame raised her two forelegs in unison, as if to crush the staggering Vikir in one fell swoop.


    It was quite a leisurely movement.


    ... but?


    Stagger.


    For a moment, Madame stumbled too.


    Not enough strength? No. Madame still had plenty of energy left.


    But why is her bnce off?


    Suddenly, Madame realized.


    There were too many new legs sprouting from her forelegs.


    She had just released all the mucus in her gut from the annoying burning of Cerberus'' mes, so she was now lighter.


    Add to that the weight of his many overgrown legs, and he''s off-bnce for a moment.


    Vikir did not miss the brief moment when Madame flinched at the unexpected shift in her center of gravity.


    "...!"


    Vikirunched himself with a sharp cry.


    The poison made his mind foggy.


    He knew by instinct that this was hisst chance.


    Madame panicked and iled to steady herself, but her two front legs were already too heavy and she couldn''t help but fall to one side.


    Furthermore, her three left eyeballs were so blinded by the distance that she couldn''t see the trajectory of Vikir''s leap.


    Madame stretched out her middle leg to stop him, but her aim was off.


    Vikir then stabbed Beelzebub into the spider''s abdomen, which was now empty and missing its middle leg.


    Ta-da!


    As it turned out, Vikir''s aura could not prate Madame''s abdomen.


    That''s because beneath her lower abdominal sack was a solid breastte, a shield that was strong enough to block even the aura of a Graduator.


    Vikir''s sword caught in a groove in Madame''s breastte.


    In this aspect, Madame was lucky and Vikir was unlucky.


    ...However.


    Vikir hadn''t aimed to plunge his sword into Madame''s chest in the first ce.


    "Yaaaaaah!"


    With all his might, Vikir pushed at Beelzebub.


    The needle of the awl against the hard breastte pushed it back.


    That''s right. I can''t pierce, but I can push.


    Madame was off-center under the weight of her heavy forelegs and the empty weight of her mucus sac.


    Vikir''s superhuman strength eventually knocked Madame sideways.


    And next to her was the ground, which was weakened by squishy flesh and decaying bone.


    In this aspect, Madame was unlucky and Vikir was lucky.


    [Jaaaaah!?]


    Madame panicked and iled her foot, but it was cut off by an additional aura de from Vikir.


    Vikir''s skillful cut was precise, targeting only the weak joint at the end of the leg.


    It was an almost instinctive sh, impossible with his blurred vision.


    Soon enough, new legs stretched out, but it was toote.


    Thud, thud, thud!


    Madame mmed into the soft ground and rolled toward the base of the cliff.


    For the first time in her life, Madame shudders at the unfamiliar sensation.


    The color in herst remaining eyeball is clearly fear.


    She tried to squeeze webs from the mucous sacs on her tail and cling to the rock face, but it was impossible now.


    Cerberus'' infernal fire had drained it all out earlier.


    ...Thud! ...Thud! ...Thud!


    Madame bounced and rolled a few times off the top of the craggy peak before plunging straight down the cliff.


    And it was the same for Vikir.


    "...!"


    Madame did not go alone as she fell to the cliff.


    At thest moment, she stretched her overgrown legs as far as they would go and pulled her resentful foe who had pushed her down with her.


    Soon, Vikir and Madame were falling straight from the top of the craggy peak toward the ground below.


    And then, in onest desperate effort, Vikir pulled out his secret weapon.


    ...Puck!


    Vikir struck Madame in the chest, sending her flying off to the side.


    Beside him, he can see the struggling Madame falling toward the ground at a rapid pace.


    Vikir''s recoil puts him farther away from Madame, but he''s still falling at a high pace.


    "...."


    Unlike Madame, however, who was screaming in terror, Vikir simply closed his eyes tightly and held his breath.


    It wasn''t fear of the shock of hitting the ground.


    ...It was preparation. Preparation tond.


    And then.


    I could see the ground. It was rapidly approaching.


    But what greeted Madame and Vikir on the ground was clearly different.


    Madame was simply falling toward the ground, but where Vikir was falling, there was arge object waiting for him.


    It''s a water balloon, inted to bursting.


    A cushion of something squishy stuffed inside tough leather.


    It was the gassy, bloated carcass of a bog smander.