Why Am I a Priestess When I Reach the Maximum Level? - [Vol. 5] Chapter 249

[Vol. 5] Chapter 249: Countdown of [Slaughter]

With Xiao Guang’s strength, she was naturally unaffected by the mere spreading of [Slaughter]’s intent.

Although the aura had expanded multiple times with external amplification, almost matching the presence of its true form, it was still unable to shake her powerful dragon aura in the slightest.

Sensing the powerful surge of energy and the whistling sound from behind, the battle-seasoned dragon girl remained unflustered.

Her platinum dragon tail extended effortlessly from beneath her shorts, moving so quickly that it blurred into a nearly invisible image, striking the massive blood fist directly with unerring precision.

*Bang!*

With a resounding explosion and a surge of shockwaves, her dragon tail emerged unscathed, while the blood-enforced fist shattered into pieces, dissolving back into liquid as it fell into the blood pool below.

The dragon girl was not one to simply take hits. While dealing with the rear attack, her assault forward remained relentless. Both claws extended, slashing downward with such force that dark cracks capable of tearing through space appeared.

*Bang!*

[Arrogant!]

The sinister statue moved again, as if alive. Its bladed arms crossed in the air, attempting once more to block this close-range attack. However, the dragon girl’s direct assault, unleashed up close, was far stronger than her previous long-range strike.

The long sword and curved blade that had once withstood her basic distant claw strike shattered instantly under the dark cracks.

If not for the statue’s six arms, with another arm bringing up a round shield in desperation to absorb the force, sacrificing nearly half its mass to stop Xiao Guang’s dragon claws…

The statue’s stone head would likely have been shattered into fragments, just like those broken weapons.

Regardless, the opponent had ultimately managed to block the strike.

With her momentum spent, Xiao Guang didn’t stay in place to continue the fight. With a graceful backflip, she avoided several massive spears surging from the blood pool, then swiftly returned to the ground, her bare feet landing with a soft *tap* on the ground in front of Violet and the others.

*Plop.*

As the dragon girl landed, the severed parts of the long sword and curved blade finally succumbed to gravity, dropping into the blood pool with two soft splashes, sinking into the depths. The fierce round of rapid offense and defense came to an end.

Although it looked like neither side had gained a decisive advantage, it was clear to any observer that the statue had taken a hidden loss. Xiao Guang remained entirely unharmed, while the statue had lost at least two key weapons.

Surprisingly, the dragon girl took the initiative to speak up in the midst of the battle.

“So, it’s you. Didn’t get enough of a beating last time, huh? You… Suler or whatever your name is.”

As if in response to her taunt, a low, metallic echo filled the air, thick with the stench of rust and blood.

[It’s f*king Sluthel and you… you’re that white dragon from last time. Good. Very good. In this world, it seems I’ve finally found a worthy opponent.]

The statue on the stone platform, revealing itself as Demon Lord of Slaughter [Sluthel], slowly turned its stiff neck. From within its armor, a deep gaze fell on each of the four girls in turn.

[A True God-level dragon, a young demon with two distinct scents, a fox concealing her aura… hmph. Excellent, excellent. Even you are here, Seth. How troublesome.]

The Goddess of Life, who’d caught his particular attention, met his gaze unflinchingly. Their equally immense, divine presences clashed invisibly, like surging waves battling in the air, each refusing to yield.

“You’re still the same, Sluthel. Thousands of years, and you haven’t changed a bit.”

[But you have weakened, Seth. You so-called gods, born from nature’s gifts and heaven forces. Will you continue to weaken? Hmph. Utterly stagnant and laughable.]

“Hmph…”

Seeming reluctant to reveal any further information, both sides tacitly ceased their conversation.

“Wait.”

Just as the dragon girl was preparing to strike again, Violet held her back. Holding Eudora’s small hand to help her steady her mind against the invasive slaughtering intent, she spoke up.

“You’re [Slaughter], one of the Four Demon Lords, right?”

Sluthel was silent for a moment, then, as though indifferent, replied in a low voice.

[That’s just what the outside world calls me. Listen carefully, deceptive fox. I am not the same as the other three.]

“Oh?”

Sensing that the other was difficult to converse with, Violet seized the moment. Rather than wasting time on pleasantries, she got straight to the point.

“Sluthel, you’re going to such lengths to descend into this world. What are you planning to do?”

[Oh… ‘this world,’ not ‘our world,’ is it? Cunning fox, since you, too, came from the outer realms, why ask what you already know?]

“?”

Before the puzzled Violet could ask further, Slaughter’s will laughed arrogantly.

[My goal? Naturally, it’s to kill! To achieve enlightenment through slaughter, to shatter worlds through slaughter! My path will not be bound by the limits of a single world.]

“You will fail, as you have countless times before. Though the gods have fallen, this world’s protectors remain. At the very least, we’re still here.”

In response to Sethlin’s defiant proclamation, Sluthel only laughed louder, causing the armor on the statue to shake, echoing like a fierce symphony.

[Hahaha! This world belongs to no one, to no God! It belongs to the strong! Seth, spare me your meaningless words. Let’s settle this with our hands.]

When the laughter subsided, Sluthel’s gaze refocused on the blonde girl in front.

[Of course, my true desire is still to kill you… a fresh opponent, a dragon with the power of a True God. We’ll face each other in a true battle before long. You can look forward to the day the blade of slaughter descends.]

Then, the boiling blood pool gradually calmed, turning quickly into clear water as if drained of some force. The statue, standing proudly on the stone platform, stilled, as though its spirit had left, and fell silent.

The will to kill has returned, bringing with it everything it has plundered from this world.

“Tch, quick to flee.”

The dragon girl, clearly irritated at the demon’s swift departure right after his threats, didn’t miss a beat. She swung her claw again, and the slashing energy shredded the now lifeless statue and the surrounding demon beast sculptures, reducing them to fragments that fell into the colorless pool below.

“…This Demon Lord of Slaughter is quite the troublesome figure.”

Watching the settled scene, the white fox girl, who had stayed back and concealed her strength the entire time, murmured thoughtfully.

“Haa… haa… phew…”

At last, a small, relieved sigh came from the young girl beside them.

“Eudora, are you alright?”

“I… I’m fine… Sister Fox…”

Though she said this, her pink hair was damp with sweat, her face was pale, and her tiny wings and tail drooped limply. It was definitely not the look of someone unbothered.

Violet and Xiao Guang were naturally unaffected, and Theresa, protected by the life force of Sethlin, was also shielded from the crazed slaughtering intent.

Among them, only Eudora was alone and vulnerable, her weaker foundation struggling to withstand the godlike, law-bound force of Slaughter’s intent.

Although Miss White Fox helped filter out much of the negativity, the godlike pressure itself still weighed heavily on the young succubus.

But this was intentional on Violet’s part.

On one hand, certain high-level secrets from their previous discussion wouldn’t benefit Eudora to know. By focusing on resisting the pressure, she naturally paid less attention to what was being said.

On the other hand, it was an excellent form of training. For a succubus, a race strong in spiritual abilities, the strength of one’s soul is directly tied to their power. Using Slaughter’s oppressive will to temper Eudora’s spirit could only be beneficial.

Hmm… If that guy knew Miss White Fox was using his pressure as a sharpening stone, he’d probably be livid.

Hehe, it was almost enough to make the sly fox laugh.