Facing the red-and-blue lightning beam unleashed by the manifested demon god, Chato didn't know if he could withstand it. However, this man had a virtue—or perhaps a flaw—which was stubbornness. As long as he believed something was right, he would do it without regard for anyone or anything. It had been like that when he surrendered to A.R.G.U.S. back then, and it was like that now as he stood his ground to block Thea's lightning.
With his demonic power draining every second, he felt exhausted. He knew he only had the strength for this one strike. Clenching his fists and bending his knees, he mobilized all the Hellfire in his body and charged straight at the lightning beam.
Bang—! A loud noise erupted. Calling it an egg hitting a rock would be a little unfair—Chato actually held it off for a little over a second. His Hellfire merely delayed the speed of the lightning beam slightly; afterwards, only his physical body was left to face the Lightning Breath directly.
His palms and wrists were instantly vaporized by the massive energy beam. Perhaps sensing the mortal crisis, the demon inside him controlled his body to twist at a slight angle, saving his little life. However, his right arm and shoulder were sheared off completely, leaving not even a scrap behind.
Chato Santana didn't say a single heroic word; he went directly into a comatose state. The demon inside him was severely injured and forced into hibernation.
Fortunately, his valiant resistance did consume a significant amount of the lightning beam's energy, while also buying time for Enchantress to regroup.
She didn't take it head-on this time. Instead, she opened a massive portal directly in the lightning beam's path. Massive amounts of lightning energy poured in. Enchantress gritted her teeth to maintain the portal so it wouldn't be burst open by the energy. It took a full five seconds to shunt the entire beam away. Where it ended up, she had no time—or desire—to find out.
Portals can be used like that? Thea was just getting started with spatial teleportation; seeing this scene, she had to express her admiration. Demon magic was always like that—spectacular going out, almost impossible to reel back in. If their positions were swapped during that Lightning Breath just now, she could only have run; taking it head-on wouldn't have worked.
This strike cost the manifested demon god a lot of energy. Its original ten-meter height shrank by half, leaving only five meters.
Thea consumed emotional energy, so her own loss wasn't significant. Enchantress opposite her wasn't so lucky. She was already maintaining the ritual circle beneath her, and then was forced to use full power to open the portal. The backlash from the ritual and the intense consumption of mana greatly aggravated the latent damage to her body.
After all, the original owner of this body, Dr. June Moone, didn't have a magical constitution. Forcibly using mana like this caused immense wear and tear on the original body.
She had looked like a woman in her early thirties; now she seemed twenty years older—face lined with wrinkles, hair dry and yellowed. This was the rejection reaction between mana and the body.
"Suppress her." Thea gave the order to the manifested demon god in her mind, while she drew the Demon Sword and flew to the comatose Chato.
She stabbed down. No reaction... She stabbed again. Still no reaction!
Does this sword not work on demons? Thea had to consider this possibility. The blacksmiths who'd forged the Demon Sword were, it seemed, very loyal—it refused to hurt its own kind.
Refusing to accept that, Thea stabbed him twice more. Only when the comatose Chato Santana started vomiting blood did she finally confirm: this sword was ineffective against demons.
This also indirectly explained why Ra's al Ghul, for all his cunning, had made no progress with the sword in hundreds of years. Because it was ineffective against demons, yet Ra's al Ghul could only come into contact with demons.
Thea put away her gloom. If the guy on the ground won't do, the Enchantress over there should work, right?
She didn't enter the construct's body again. Splitting part of her mind to control it, she intended to fight two-on-one and finish her off quickly!
Holding the 1.5-meter longsword in one hand, Thea cast Wind Walk on herself. Fast as lightning, she crossed the distance of less than a hundred meters in an instant. Gripping the sword with both hands, she chopped down at her neck.
Enchantress constantly summoned shadow creatures, attempting to hinder the manifested demon god's steps. Some were shadow leopards and shadow snakes that Thea knew herself, but she also summoned many strange shapes that were clearly not creatures of the material world.
Relying on sheer numbers, she actually managed to stall the manifested demon god for a moment—its strength had been halved, and without Thea's full attention it was no longer under tight control.
But facing the rapidly charging Thea, she didn't dare to be negligent. She summoned two long knives from the void to block the Demon Sword.
Ever since fighting Ra's al Ghul, Thea had also realized the power of dual-weapon combat. Her personality was naturally aggressive, so the sword-and-shield combo didn't suit her. Switching to holding the sword in one hand, she took out the freeze gun from her spatial ring with her left hand and sprayed a burst at Enchantress.
WTF! Enchantress was too familiar with this gun. It could be said that without this gun, she could have hidden inside June Moone's body for several more years, not needing to jump out and court death so hurriedly like now.
She hated this gun to death. But hate was just hate. Shouting a war cry and having mana explode to kill the enemy was a privilege of protagonists; she didn't have that capability.
Facing the surging freezing gas, she could use mana to resist for a while, but what about after? Through merging with June Moone's soul, she also understood that this was a technological society. June Moone was an archaeology PhD; she hadn't seen a freeze gun, but she understood that this kind of weapon consumed the firearm's energy source.
Using her own mana to consume the opponent's tech weapon's energy—thinking about it any way you looked at it, was a stupid trade. The fire tornado in the distance had been slowed by her spell and wasn't as fast as before, but it was still slowly approaching. Enchantress didn't have time to think in detail. With absolutely no other choice, she severed her connection with the blood-draining ritual beneath her and used a short-range teleport to dodge the freezing aura.
Thea pursued the retreating enemy. Left hand freeze gun, right hand Demon Sword, she slashed at her furiously.
Close range? Sword chop. Long range? Gunshot. Thea occupied the initiative on the field.
But she wasn't happy; instead, she was a bit distressed. The Demon Sword could absorb Enchantress's mana. The first few slashes really scared the witch. Her skills compared to Thea were kindergarten level; out of three moves, Thea could hit her with two. Every cut drained both her life and her mana—no one could endure that for long.
However, after absorbing a little, Thea artificially released the mana again. This mana didn't just differ in attribute from her own; its very nature was off. Although both were Dark attribute, it had too many impurities and carried a scent of death.
Although Thea was nearly omnivorous in her quest for power, this energy was too corrosive. If she absorbed too much, she would look like Enchantress did initially—unkempt and grimy. It was a vivid portrayal; she could play a necromancer without makeup. Anyone looking at her appearance would know she was a villain.
Thea hadn't reached the point where she had to absorb this energy or die. Without much thought, she expelled the energy from her body directly. With great regret, she put away the Demon Sword and switched to the Godslayer Sword.