Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1162: Lilith’s Decision

Her blade snapped up, pointed squarely at the monster before her.

Lilith knew the truth. No matter how overwhelming Black Fang might appear, she would still be human. She was functioning on the exact same rules as they. Just because she was defiant to death didn’t mean she would continue living if her life was snuffed out.

And, despite her eyes full of fight, she was on her last legs. She was already bleeding profusely beforehand, but Scar landed many strikes on her just now. Furthermore, she had spent a lot of mana fighting Kaede and Chizuru. Then, she cast two very demanding spells in this aerial battle of theirs, both of which were heavily taxing.

For all intents and purposes, Black Fang was done for.

She had used up her resources.

Furthermore, she was no longer standing on solid ground; she was currently in the air, standing on nothing. If not for the man’s wind magic, she would’ve already begun plummeting to her death down below.

Void’s eyes snapped to her leader, hesitant. Black Fang was not the only one on her last legs; Void herself had spent far too much mana on this reckless pursuit of theirs. With Bronnya on death’s door and Jallen’s healing nullified, she wasn’t sure if continuing the fight was for the best.

But Lilith disagreed. “Do it! One slash and we win!”

“I’m going too,” Scar declared. The woman with a slit mouth hidden behind her mask eyed Black Fang with eyes of a predator looking at her injured prey. The woman intended to finish the job she started. Even now, her magical daggers could be seen embedded inside her flesh.

And so the witch flared. Space ripped open, and the two women were hurled toward Black Fang with breakneck speed.

Void’s tether stretched long, becoming a thread of spatial force that anchored her comrades within her domain.

Because of this, they weren’t just plunging recklessly through the skies. No — Void had hurled them forward, then attached and elongated the tether, allowing Lilith and Scar to leave her proximity while still under her control.

The link thrummed with strain, space itself warping as it carried the two women toward their prey.

Lilith’s gaze moved toward Scar.

The slit-mouthed assassin met her eyes and gave the faintest nod. Two predators in unison, locked onto the same kill. Lilith would go in for the kill while Scar backed her up, true to their usual dynamic.

Once their wordless strategy meeting was concluded, their eyes snapped back to Black Fang.

The woman floated in the storm, still cloaked in the remnants of her draconian exterior.

But her movements were sluggish now, her chest heaving. Blood streamed down her arms and torso. She did not part her lips to prepare another spell.

Lilith’s heart brimmed with vindication. ’She’s emptied. It’s over. I was right.’

But then…

A voice cut through the thunder, jolting Lilith wide awake.

Dark. Deep. Ominous.

“You will regret this decision for the rest of your life.”

Her instincts were screaming at her: danger!

Lilith’s head snapped toward the sound.

He was no longer seated in meditation, no longer content with regenerating mana while Black Fang fought. No longer watching from afar.

With an instant explosion of wind, Quinlan was right there.

The world itself seemed to lurch as he appeared in front of her, close enough that his cold, abyssal, and pitiless eyes consumed her vision. She tried to fling her blade at him on instinct, but Quinlan was a single step ahead.

His hands clapped together with brutal force.

*WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!*

A gale that was nothing like she had ever endured tore into Lilith.

It was a cataclysm.

The wind struck her head-on with the weight of a collapsing mountain, blasting her face and body with pressure so violent she thought she was being attacked by a wind dragon himself.

Her body, tethered forward by Void, was ripped violently in both directions; shoved back by Quinlan’s wind, but forced forward by Void’s spatial push.

The effect was instantaneous. Her momentum was shattered.

She came to a screeching halt in the skies. Suspended. Crushed.

Air shredded her ears. Her lungs compressed.

Normally, Void should have been able to overpower Quinlan’s wind, but Lilith knew… She knew that her mage had almost no mana left to her name. Carrying the four of them through the skies using so many rapid blinks had emptied her reserves.

Lilith’s teeth ground together as her body trembled under the crushing pressure, yet still she forced her blade forward through the torrent.

“I won’t be held back by you!” she roared.

Quinlan’s cold, abyssal gaze locked onto her.

There was no anger, no passion, only the merciless stillness of a killer who knew the outcome was already decided. His lips moved, and his voice carried through the storm as a verdict.

“You are an exceptional fighter, Adventurer Lilith.. But you’ve fought dumb monsters for too long… You lack the experience of facing enemies who think, who scheme.”

“Nonsense!” she spat back, ready to bite down on his arrogance with a slash that showed him his place on the pecking order.

But the word died in her throat.

“Guh!”

Lilith’s eyes whipped sideways.

Her heart lurched.

Scar was there.

The slit-mouthed assassin hung in the air with Black Fang’s violet blade piercing straight through her chest. The draconic woman’s hand twisted the katana enough to make Scar’s masked face convulse in agony. Blood streamed out, dripping into the storm.

Lilith’s stomach turned to ice.

“Scar!!”

With one brutal motion, Black Fang yanked her weapon free and hurled Scar’s writhing body toward Quinlan.

“Void, pull her back!”

“Gh!!”

The mage tried, but all for naught. Combined with her emptied out mana reserves, the strength of Black Fang’s toss, and the greed with which Quinlan sucked the air toward him, the assassin tumbled helplessly through the winds, alive.

Quinlan’s hand rose.

From nothing, a weapon materialized, a pitch-black saber, its edge engulfed in ghostly blue fire.

Lilith’s scream tore through the skies.

“No!”

Her entire body convulsed as she poured every ounce of will into breaking free. Veins bulged across her forehead, her vision reddening as blood filled her eyes. She fought, she clawed, she refused.

And just like that, she broke free.

Her blade flashed forward in a desperate arc. Steel bit into flesh.

Blood sprayed free as her sword carved deep into Quinlan’s side, tearing through muscle, rending him open. The wound was catastrophic, enough that any other man would have faltered, recoiled, dropped to his knees.

But Quinlan didn’t so much as wince.

His eyes never left the sight of his target.

The black blade carved a perfect arc through the air, and the Soul Reaper’s edge collided with Scar’s neck.

*SHHHHK!*

The impact was mercilessly clean.

Her body froze mid-motion, eyes widening behind the mask, then her head tore free in a spray of blood. It spun into the storm, trailing crimson as her body crumpled and tumbled downward like a discarded doll.

[Ding!]

[You’ve slain Scar (Level 68). You’ve gained 412,000 XP.]

[Shared Kill: Distribution adjusted with ally Black Fang.]

[You’ve reached level 43.]

Quinlan smiled with the cold, merciless glee of a demon reveling in damnation. For the rest of her life, Lilith knew she would never forget that smile.

His eyes burned with abyssal light as his voice cut through the chaos:

“[Eternal Damnation]!”

With the eighth and ninth Elite Souls already secured in the battle, Quinlan was about to upgrade his Necromancy powers!