Chapter 66: Return of the Undead King(Part 3)
"S-stay back! Don’t get near me, y-you damned Commoner!" Exclaimed Drote as he swung his weapon towards Celia with extending and expanding it out.
She swiftly ducked under it before zipping towards him and firing out a rapid explosive projectile at his chest, his eyes widening in alarm before he raised the stump that was left of his left arm up, crying out in pain as the projectile struck it and exploded fiercely, blowing off everything below around halfway down his bicep.
As blood poured out and splattered across the ground, he gritted his teeth as he retracted his weapon and used his Recovery Magic to close up the wound again, before quickly turning his body across as Celia closed in on him and drove her right fist forward, narrowly missing as her fist whizzed past the front of his chest.
He then began to flick his wrist to whip the spiky metal ball of his weapon up towards her, before she swiftly bent her arm and struck his chest with her elbow, sending him stumbling back with a wince of pain as the spiked sphere came swinging up towards Celia.
She watched it intently before swiftly raising her left hand as it closed in on her and caught it, avoiding the spikes as she took hold of it before giving it a sharp tug as she tightened her grip on it, pulling Drote off balance, before she charged explosive energy into her right fist and struck the middle of his arm, a fierce explosion bursting out as she blasted his forearm off.
A sharp clang and a thud echoed out as his arm, along with his weapon, plummeted and hit the ground, an excruciating yell of pain ringing out as blood sprayed out of the stump left of the Knight’s right arm.
Celia reached out and grabbed his arm above the stump, a violent shudder of pain erupting across his body as she tightened her grip and dug her fingers in, before drawing back her right fist as a dark red glow shone out.
"Time for you to die," She remarked coldly, before driving her fist forward.
"N-no, wait-...!" He cried, before he was cut off as her fist slammed square onto the middle of his face, smashing it in before it erupted in a burst of blood, bone shards and brain chunks as an intense explosion burst out of her fist, killing him.
She then stepped back and shook her hand to get the blood off as the Knight’s corpse collapsed onto its knees and fell over, blood pouring out of its neck and pooling around the ground, slowly seeping into the dirt.
As she tilted her head across to crack her neck, she then turned her gaze towards Drote’s severed right arm, or more specifically, to the Relic Armament he’d wielded.