Yarra’s Adventure Notes
Chapter 1176 - 288: The Hated Pannis

Chapter 1176: Chapter 288: The Hated Pannis

"Sigh," Pannis sighed deeply, tilting his head to inspect the wound on his shoulder. The dagger of the female moribund was quite long, piercing straight through his shoulder from front to back; fortunately, it hadn’t hit the bone, but it did hinder his arm’s movement slightly. Letting go of the hand pressed against his wound, Pannis tightened his grip on the sword hilt and squinted, sneering, "You two have lasted much longer than Herr who’s already dead. Is it because there are four people continuously supplying you with the Energy of Death? However, what will happen to them if you exhaust all that energy? I’m afraid it won’t be easy for them. Heh, do they truly willingly sacrifice for you? It’s doubtful. Aren’t you the least bit worried they’ll no longer wish to provide energy for you?"

"You have no idea how steadfast the faith of our Deity’s followers is," the female moribund scoffed. "For the will of our Deity, from us two down to the most ordinary believers, every single person is willing to offer everything to our Deity—wealth, strength, life, even their souls. So your provocations are not only futile but also laughable. Have you reached your limit to resort to such boring tactics in search of an opportunity? If that’s the case, I must say, you’ve let us down quite a bit. To be hailed as the strongest Demigod among humans, you’re not much after all."

"I was just kindly reminding you, nothing more. If you’re not willing to accept it, that’s fine, but why accuse me of instigating? How innocent am I," Pannis claimed with mock innocence. "Besides, if you think that’s all there is to me, then what does that make you two? As the losers who were once defeated by us, who threw the temple behind and fled for your lives into the world of the living? Hah, I haven’t forgotten the pathetic state you were in. Had it not been for the power of the Deity to break away from the temple directly, you might have been slain by us on the spot. How long did it take you to go from full confidence to a complete retreat? Three minutes? It seems less than that. Tsk tsk, actually, you should thank us. Thank us for plunging Danacus back into slumber, otherwise, given your performance and how it disgraced him, he probably wouldn’t have let you off so easily."

"Boasting about forcing us to retreat with three times our numbers—is that worth bragging about?" the female moribund sneered. "Our Deity’s will is indeed correct. Creatures like you who take pride in shame should have been erased from the Yarran World long ago."

"Heh, isn’t it now two of you against just me?" Pannis spread his hands, his laugh infuriatingly smug, "So you see, I don’t even need to change the words you just said. I can throw them right back at you, and it would be quite fitting."

"Don’t waste your breath on him, he’s just trying to buy time to recover," the male moribund said sternly. "Let’s finish him off quickly and complete the ritual."

"If he wants to waste time, then we’re even less in a hurry," the female moribund hissed venomously. "The battle outside is still ongoing. Right, I forgot to tell you, among those five women, one is nearing death. If you keep stalling, our followers might soon achieve even greater success, so we’re not worried at all. You can squander your time as you please. Just don’t blame us if you happen to regret it later on. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s yourselves for wasting time."

"Why can’t you ever understand? If you said they were all dead, that would be more credible than what you’re saying now. As it stands, your words carry no weight whatsoever," Pannis said leisurely. "But then again, that’s no surprise since you don’t know them at all. Let me explain it to you like this—if you’re saying that ’one’ person among those five women has died, then it must be Catherine and no one else. Yet, in a battle like that, if Catherine, who’s their team’s shield, were to die, the rest would be overwhelmed by your followers within minutes. So, you see, even if you’re going to lie, make it more convincing. Either tell me they’re all dead and your people are on their way, or don’t bother with these juvenile psychological offensives. Otherwise, you’ll only earn my derision... Boom."

Before his face could shed the mocking expression, Pannis suddenly lunged forward and drew his sword. With the blade half-unsheathed and held above his body, it blocked an axe cleaving towards him from behind. It wasn’t until then that the figure of the male moribund, who had been standing beside the female moribund looking as if he wanted to say something, started to blur, eventually turning into a Phantom. His real body had already sneaked behind Pannis, launching an unexpected attack.

"Hahaha, that’s more like it," Pannis, still bent forward, used the block to surge ahead. As his sword was fully drawn, he didn’t forget to laugh mockingly, "If your brains aren’t much use, best stick to what matches your abilities. Talking with weapons suits you way better than talking with brains, just like Herr who died not long ago—he didn’t have nearly as much to say when he died."

The female moribund’s face was livid with rage as she chose to forcibly counter Pannis’s attack for the first time. The daggers danced as she tangled with Pannis around the pivot point in the center, the clanging of their weapons striking one another creating a continuous, rapid succession of notes, like a fervent percussive piece. The repetition by Pannis of Herr’s death, a comrade with whom she evidently shared more than a casual relationship, kindled the flames of hatred in her heart to burn ever more fiercely. The desire to kill Pannis grew stronger by the moment, so intense that it overwhelmed her own intentions and caused her to unconsciously deviate from their original plan for the ritual.

In fact, before Herr died, he had communicated everything he experienced through soul communication to these two moribunds, including Pannis’s utilization of the Undead-attribute and his strategy of trading wound for wound in combat. This meant that the two had a clearer understanding of Pannis’s combat methods than he had imagined and had devised what they believed to be an absolutely foolproof plan. However, the plan was based on a premise: at the very least, they had to protect their own lives and not actually give Pannis the opportunity to truly kill either of them. Therefore, in previous combat, the pair would rather give up certain opportunities to prioritize their own safety. But when the female moribund was consumed by hate, that consideration went out the window, and she could no longer maintain the originally safe distance.