I Am The Game's Villain

Chapter 446 [Event] [Semester-Exam At Vanadias] [34] Demoness Or Elf?

Chapter 446 [Event] [Semester-Exam At Vanadias] [34] Demoness Or Elf?

-BOOOOM!

A concentrated beam of reddish venom shot from the Viper King's maw, faster than Alvara had anticipated. It tore through the air colliding with her Mana Shield in an instant. The impact was immense, the force of the venom blast sending shockwaves through the dark place.

The first layer of her shield shattered instantly, the venom eating through it like acid. The second layer barely held, cracking under the pressure as the venom continued its relentless assault. Alvara gritted her teeth, pouring more Prana into the final layer, but the force of the attack was overwhelming.

The venomous ray exploded against the final layer with a deafening boom, sending Alvara skidding backward, her heels digging into the ground as she fought to maintain her balance. The protective shield barely held, but she could feel the sting of the venom as small droplets splattered onto her clothes melting it and turning her skin red.

The Viper King unleashed another furious hiss, its red eyes ablaze as it coiled back, ready to strike once more. But before it could launch its deadly attack, something pierced through its massive, scaled body.

A golden tendril—shimmering with an unnatural light—wriggled its way through the beast's flesh, snaking out like a radiant vine. As the Viper King convulsed, more golden tendrils erupted from the original, twisting and skewering through its thick, armored scales, impaling the creature's massive frame from every direction.

"You filthy little creature!" Alvara sneered in contempt. In the blink of an eye, she appeared above the writhing beast. Her expression was now twisted in disgust as she hovered over the bloodied Viper King, whose body trembled with the last vestiges of life, slowly disintegrating under the force of its own venom and Alvara's overwhelming attack.

The earlier strike had been the serpent's desperate, final effort to bring her down—a last stand that had failed miserably, of course.

"Hah?! You think I'll let you die so easily, you wretched beast?" Alvara's golden eyes narrowed as she glanced down at her body, where droplets of the Viper King's venom had touched her. The venom had dissolved parts of her clothing, even sizzling as it grazed her skin. Though her wounds healed almost instantly—her body regenerating with supernatural speed—the mere fact that the creature's filth had dared to touch her sent a wave of revulsion coursing through her veins.

"Disgusting!" With a sharp intake of breath, Alvara channeled her Ruah, infusing it into her legs. In a blur of motion, she brought her heel down with an unusual force coming from a delicate elf.

—BAM!

Her reinforced heel slammed into the Viper King's disintegrating form. The ground trembled beneath the impact, sending cracks spidering out in every direction. The Viper King twitched, though whether it was still clinging to life or merely reacting to its upcoming death was uncertain.

But Alvara didn't care. –Bam!

"How dare you!"

-SPURT!

Amael's hand instinctively reached out toward the fangs, but Alvara quickly snapped her vines back.

"You're going to tell me everything you know," she said, coldly. "Why did you mention Bryelle?"

"T-Tell?" Amael blinked in confusion. "Tell what?"

Her expression darkened, and without warning, one of her thorny vines lashed out, piercing his shoulder with precision. A sharp, searing pain tore through his body, and Amael let out a strangled cry, eyes squeezing shut from the sudden agony.

Alvara didn't flinch. Pain, as she had suspected, was an effective—if temporary—method of snapping him back to reality. She watched as clarity flickered behind his eyes, the fog of whatever state he'd been in lifting just enough for him to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

"Talk now," she said icily, "or you'll die from the pain here and now."

Amael gritted his teeth, meeting her gaze. The memories of what had just happened in his strange state came flooding back. His immediate impulse was to crawl into a hole and hide from the shame, but there was no time for that. The fangs were within reach, and he needed them. More urgently, Bryelle's life was on the line.

With a heavy sigh, he slapped his own forehead, trying to shake off the last remnants of dizziness. Leaning back against a nearby tree, he looked up at Alvara.

"Behemoth... I think they're going to kill Bryelle. I'm sure of it now—today or tomorrow."

Alvara's eyes widened in shock. For a moment, her stoic demeanor cracked, revealing the fear and panic behind her hardened exterior.

"You're just telling me this now?" She snapped, her fists clenching tight, trembling with barely restrained anger.

Amael knew the severity of the situation—Bryelle could very well be dead already. He had played a risky game by withholding the information, but he hadn't had much choice. There were too many variables, too many dangers. "You were trying to kill me, remember?" He shot back coldly as his hand clenched his bleeding shoulder.

Alvara snorted and turned as if to leave. But then she stopped and looked back at him. "Utopia... How do you know about them? And me?"

Amael gave a short, bitter laugh, leaning more heavily on the tree for support. "Do you think it's a coincidence? Behemoth attacking the same day Utopia chose to invade? Come on, Alvara. You're smarter than that. Think."

"..."

She didn't want to believe him—she had no reason to. And yet, some part of her already suspected something was wrong, something bigger than just the exam or Behemoth's actions. Amael had merely confirmed what she had feared all along.