Chapter 64: Ebon Val Borg
The world blurred again as I barely ducked under another sluggish but devastating strike. My ribs screamed in agony from an earlier blow, but before the pain could even settle, the wounds were knitting themselves back together.
’This damn body...’
It wasn’t just healing—it was reconstructing, reshaping, undoing the damage faster than my nerves could register it. My Chaos Incarnate Physique made survival a certainty, but it also made suffering endless. Every crushed bone realigned in seconds, every gash sealed as if it never existed. I could fight with reckless abandon, but there was no escaping the pain.
I barely had a moment to breathe before another knight swung his massive, corrupted blade toward me. I twisted at the last second, the edge grazing my side. I felt my flesh split, my muscles tear—and then, as if time reversed, it all stitched itself back together.
The old noble sneered from behind his knights. "Struggling, are we?"
I spat blood and grinned. "Not at all. Just getting my workout in."
The knights’ movements were rigid, but their coordination was terrifying. They were slow—stiff as corpses in their enchanted armor—but their formations were airtight. Every attack, though predictable, came from angles that forced me into more disadvantageous positions.
A knight lunged forward, and I saw my opportunity. Using the force of his attack, I slammed my elbow into the visor slit of his helmet. My arm practically exploded on impact, flesh ripping, bone fracturing—but the damage was irrelevant. Before the blood even hit the ground, my arm was whole again.
The knight staggered back, disoriented. But just as I moved to press my advantage, another caught me in the ribs. My entire torso caved in—organs crushed, bones shattered. A normal person would be dead.
I hit the ground coughing up chunks of blood and lung tissue—only for my body to violently reconstruct itself. Bones cracked back into place, muscles realigned, flesh wove itself together like stitching on a fresh wound.
I let out a slow breath. "You guys... hit like bricks."