Mastermind
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Chapter 43
The grotesque beast Malian fully recognized Seolrang’s strength.
The presence she had shown in the colony until now was even more intense than that of Kalman Arents, who had been active as a Babayaga for an extended period.
However, despite this, neither Malian nor Kalman thought they would lose to Seolrang in this fight.
Both Kalman Arents and the grotesque beast Malian were also Babayagas like Seolrang, and most importantly, they had absorbed the Abyssal Essence.
Abyssal Essence
Malian didn’t know exactly how the Abyssal Essence granted power.
All he knew was that once someone of a certain rank used the Abyssal Essence, they were endowed with power in some way.
But for Malian, that knowledge was sufficient.
Even at that very moment as they fought Seolrang, both of them could feel that just by using the Abyssal Essence, they had become nearly twice as strong as they originally were.
Crash—!!!
As Malian’s fist struck the spot where Seolrang had stood, the chamber shook as if an earthquake had hit.
Crack!
With just a stomp from Kalman, the ground collapsed.
And that wasn’t all.
Roar!!!
Malian displayed her unbelievable power by tearing off the roof of the forgotten city’s castle and throwing it at Seolrang.
The overwhelming strength, clearly beyond human limits, filled the mercenaries, magicians, and beastmen fighting against the assassins with despair.
But despite this incredible display of power, the expressions on Malian and Kalman’s faces were worsening as time passed.
The reason was none other than Seolrang, who was still fighting against them.
The golden-eyed Seolrang, who had vanished in a flash of lightning, suddenly appeared in front of Malian and struck him in the waist.
After fending off Kalman Arents’s attack from behind, Seolrang landed a punch on him.
Boom!
Malian and Kalman were sent crashing into the wall of the large chamber, shattering it.
“How is this even possible...!?”
Malian scowled at Seolrang.
Seolrang’s body was indeed covered in wounds.
Her shining hair was stained with blood, and her eerie body was marked with countless injuries.
Yet despite all this, she was dominating.
Even though they had absorbed the Abyssal Essence and become twice as powerful, the two Babayagas couldn’t force her to retreat even an inch.
“You monster...!”
Malian grimaced as she transformed her grotesque right hand into the shape of a sword.
‘She’s not even emitting black magic, so she hasn’t absorbed the Abyssal Essence either...!’
Despite not consuming the Abyssal Essence, her strength was overwhelming enough to dominate two Babayagas who had.
It was clear ... defeating her with brute force was impossible...!?
With his once-confident expression now gone, Malian looked gravely at Kalman.
“Click.”
As if confirming a prearranged signal, Kalman clicked his tongue, then leaped forward—toward the beastmen, not Seolrang.
The moment Seolrang realized that Kalman was rushing toward Ralga, the member of her tribe who was leading the fight against the assassins, she immediately moved.
Crack!
She blocked Kalman’s punch.
Boom!
The terrifying shockwave from just the clash of their fists made Seolrang grimace momentarily.
But then she sensed something strange.
Despite having a serious expression moments ago, Kalman now wore a clear, unmistakable smile on his lips.
At that very moment—
Stab!
“Huh?”
Seolrang felt a searing pain in her back.
She turned to look, and there stood Ralga.
“Finally...!”
With a twisted grin on his face, Ralga had stabbed Seolrang in the back with a blade.
Seolrang’s eyes filled with confusion for a moment.
“Ugh...!”
Blood flowed from her mouth.
Crash!
Seolrang was sent flying by Kalman’s kick, rolling on the ground.
She couldn’t make sense of the situation.
Her eyes were full of questions—questions, confusion, and even more questions.
Her bewildered gaze fell on Ralga.
He was smiling wickedly.
Seolrang couldn’t understand it at all.
“Why?”
A question escaped her lips.
As Seolrang tumbled across the ground from Ralga’s betrayal, despair clouded the faces of the mages, mercenaries, and beastmen, while a sneer appeared on Kalman’s lips.
Relief filled the eyes of the assassins, and Malian’s face showed a hint of triumph.
All this information entered Seolrang’s field of view, but she was solely focused on Ralga.
“Why...?” Seolrang muttered, puzzled once more.
And then, Ralga, who had been sneering all this time, stepped forward toward Seolrang.
Seolrang tried to move her body, but soon realized that she couldn’t.
“The poison from Kamonasis is on the blade, so you won’t be able to move for at least an hour. It’s best not to struggle,” Ralga said, looking down at Seolrang’s shocked expression as he approached her.
Unlike his usual composed demeanor, Ralga twisted his lips into a sneer as he crouched in front of her.
“Ah ... what was it again? Did you ask why?” he mocked as he pulled off the gauntlet from Seolrang’s hand.
“I wanted this.”
“ ... What?”
“Didn’t you hear? I said I wanted this,” Ralga repeated, shaking the essence of the Golden Mane Tribe in front of her as if to mock her, smiling slyly.
Seolrang blinked slowly.
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