The witch thought I am a Demon God
Chapter 150 - 117 Spirit Energy Honeycomb Thymus, Witch Killer_1

Chapter 150: Chapter 117 Spirit Energy Honeycomb Thymus, Witch Killer_1

A hand grew from the left side of Bainhardt’s body, a hand entirely blood-red in color, without complete skin. It was clearly a deformed hand, but it possessed an unusually strong musculature and rigid bones.

This hand deftly reached for a one-handed sword on Bainhardt’s back, while Bainhardt himself was also gripping two one-handed swords.

Bainhardt, a single person, was holding three swords at the same time.

Wielding three swords simultaneously, he performed several revolving slashes in different directions. This made Ivita dizzy, unable to discern the course of his opponent’s sword.

Ivita felt apprehensive. The opponent had three arms and appeared to have specifically practiced a unique technique for fighting with three separate arms.

The third arm seemed to belong to Extraordinary Organs.

It would not be easy to deal with.

Seeing Bainhardt suddenly charge, in just an instant, this massive warrior stood before her.

Three swords thrust towards her throat at different angles, fast and fierce, a normal person probably couldn’t react before death.

Sword Skill: Gallows!

Ivita’s pupils suddenly contracted, subconsciously putting up her hand, and simultaneously chanted two spells.

One was the Charm Spell,

the other was Throwing Magic.

An eerie glow flickered across the surface of the Ring of Desire on her right little finger. This light fell into Bainhardt’s eyes, causing him to look distracted for a moment. His originally swift movements suddenly halted, as if he had been abruptly interrupted.

Next, a giant hand from the Throwing Magic grasped Bainhardt’s throat tightly.

The Charm Spell only affected him briefly. Bainhardt’s eyes cleared in an instant, not because he had broken the Charm Magic, but because he had temporarily suppressed it with his willpower.

"A mental spell?"

Bainhardt sneered. Ignoring the fact that his neck was being strangled, he simply stopped breathing. After all, with the constitution of a top knight, it was no issue to go without breathing for five or six minutes.

He swung his three swords at Ivita.

While Ivita used the Hand of Mana from her Throwing Magic to block the incoming swords, she drew the Broken Steel Sword.

Bainhardt’s three swords wildly swung at Ivita, each sword employing a revolving slash, like a highly efficient harvester, steadily closing in on Ivita’s space for manoeuver.

The invisible hand of mana was shattered by these three blades.

TheGap of the three swords from Ivita’s throat was getting closer and closer.

While Bainhardt was attacking Ivita, he also advanced, forcing Ivita to fallback. This created immense pressure on Ivita’s psyche. "Your swordsmanship is so poor. The sword isn’t used like that, wizard, hahaha..."

"Don’t you even know how to block properly, directly striking my sword’s edge with yours? Doing so will chip and break your sword, while I have three!"

’Crack~’

Bainhardt opened his mouth wide, for in front of his eyes, his three swords had broken in an instant.

He mocked others that their swords would break, but the first to break were his three swords.

His swordsmanship was good, but his swords still broke.

The arrogant Bainhardt’s face turned pale, "Your sword is a problem, Wizard!"

Ivita quickly stabbed his face with her Broken Steel Sword while using the remaining Throwing Magic to attack his chest.

Bainhardt only had time to step back half a step, so his face was cut open by Ivita, while the Hand of Mana attacking his chest was intercepted and broken by the blood-red hand on his left side.

Ivita mocked him, saying, "My swordsmanship is inferior, but my equipment is better. No matter how poor my swordsmanship, as long as I can break your sword, that is a great success. Now you can’t use the sword, are you ready to use your fists to fight me?"

Bainhardt kept dodging the sword in Ivita’s hand.

He scrambled and rolled to avoid her, and when he had recovered, he was surprised to discover that the sword in Ivita’s hand was the Broken Steel Sword.

"The Broken Steel Sword?"

"The sword that can break all other swords in the world!"

"You are despicable! My sword will shatter as soon as it collides with yours!" Bainhardt roared. Indeed, as long as one person is holding the Broken Steel Sword, it can counter most of the exquisite sword techniques in the world!

Render all sophisticated sword techniques useless.

Regardless of how Ivita protected her sword during the battle, what was in her hand was the Broken Steel Sword.

Ivita wanted to pressure him to show more of his strength to confirm the source of his confidence. "It seems that your swordsmanship can’t handle me yet!"

Ivita moved forward, thrusting her sword to his face. Simultaneously, thunder sounded in the sky and a bolt of lightning pierced through the window, fell on her left hand, and transformed into a Thunder Knife that cut towards Bainhardt’s chest.

This time, the combination attack was both a probe and a kill move.

If the opponent couldn’t withstand it, he would die in front of her.

Ivita discovered that all her magic items’ usage counts had been reset when she left the Clock Kingdom.

It must have been caused by the anomaly of the Miniaturization Magic.

She even suspected that Miniaturization Magic was a curse, otherwise why would it be so special.

Upon seeing lightning, Bainhardt laughed heartily instead of being flustered. "I have finally waited for it."

"Didn’t I say, I am the Witch’s Nemesis!"

Ivita faltered for a moment, because the opponent showed no surprise or fear on seeing her Thunder Magic.

The reason why Thunder Magic is so terrifying is that it is almost impossible to defend against.

For instance, Bainhardt, who has highly defensive full-body armor, which conducts electricity. A normal knight would be frightened by the sight of Thunder Magic.

It means their armor not only does not help, but actually assists Thunder Magic.

But Bainhardt seemed to be jubilant, even saying he has been waiting for this!

The Thunder Knife struck Bainhardt’s chest, splitting open his breastplate. For a moment, the breastplate turned red-hot and a large tear was ripped open.

But when the Thunder Knife touched Bainhardt’s rough skin, things changed.

Bainhardt’s skin was very rough, and it had a metallic texture. Each inch of his skin had the sheen of metal.

That alone wasn’t a big deal, it only meant he was hard to cut.

But her Thunder Magic, upon contact with his skin, was rapidly inverted and absorbed. Most of the Thunder Magic was absorbed by him instead of being consumed.

At the same time, the blood arm Bainhardt had grown, blocked Ivita’s Broken Steel Sword.

’Puff~’

The Broken Steel Sword penetrated his left blood hand, feeling like it had struck a hard layer of steel, making it unable to advance.

In Bainhardt’s right hand appeared a bolt of lightning. It was Ivita’s Thunder Magic, but it had materialized in his hand.

As Ivita’s pupils contracted, he spoke in a low voice, "The Blood Servant Secret Medicine System huh, complete with Extraordinary Organs - Steel Skin, Extraordinary Heart, and an Energy-cell Honeycomb Thymus especially created to absorb and store Elemental Magic."

"Steel Skin is to increase my endurance, Spirit Energy Honeycomb Thymus to absorb magic, to utilize it for my benefit."

"What I was waiting for was the moment you would use Elemental Magic."

"Furthermore, due to my congenital body abnormality, I also possess two Extraordinary Organs: Steel Bones and a Blood Hand, because I, by nature, am fused with another’s body."

Ivita understood now, this was a Chimeric Creature!

It is a unique phenomena where one embryo absorbs another during the embryonic period.

It’s equivalent to two people sharing one body.

No wonder, even though he’s just a regular knight, he has five Extraordinary Organs!

Bainhardt raised his right hand, electricity swirling around it, "Although the appearance of the Broken Steel Sword surprised me, this is where it ends, you’ve lost."

The next moment, Bainhardt was about to attack Ivita with the reversed Thunder Magic acquired from his right hand, but instead, he plunged his hand into his own heart.

Bainhardt’s eyes widened, but he didn’t even have time to comprehend how he’d ended up attacking himself in an instant.

"What happened, wait, you..."

"You..."

"No way, you didn’t do this on purpose..."

Ivita nodded, exhaling, "Seems like the gamble paid off. After realizing that the Charm Magic can temporarily control your mind, I understood that there wasn’t much strategic value in maintaining control over you. It would only drain the Charm Magic I cast on you for no reason."

"So, at that point, I purposely made you think you had broken through my Charm Magic, and let it lie dormant."

"All this was for this very moment."

"Just now, I used Charm Magic to make you stab yourself but the Charm Magic alone was not enough, so I used Throwing Magic to control your hand to help drive it into your chest. Honestly, you almost drained all my resources, you are indeed hard to fight."

Bainhardt focused on Ivita’s continually shut left eye. "You think this means you’ve won? You think you can save all the guild leaders, return to the city hall like a hero, and deal with the Lord?"

Ivita’s brow furrowed as Bainhardt’s chest began to emanate a faint, black mist.

Because of that mist, Bainhardt’s self-inflicted attack had only wounded him significantly, instead of dealing a fatal blow.

What was that layer of black mist?

Why was it giving me such an uneasy feeling?

Bainhardt said to Ivita, "Wizard, do you know the biggest difference between the Great Knights and the Knights? It’s not the number of Extraordinary Organs, yet it’s something else."

"Something more crucial."

"Something more terrifying."

He coughed up some blood from the corner of his mouth. When he attacked himself with Thunder Magic, it had triggered a riot in the reservoirs of Thunder Magic inside his thymus. Both attributes sparked off each other, causing a resonance that brought havoc amongst his inner organs.

Actually, he was severely wounded.

It just didn’t show on the outside.

Must be faster...

If only a little faster, this fight could be ended. The opponent seemed uninjured but was obviously exhausted.

At least, at least make him flash open his left eye!

Calculating his odds of victory in his heart, Bainhardt felt that the situation was not too dire.

He still had a chance to win.