Home > urban > The Spearmaster and the Black Cat > CH 341

The Spearmaster and the Black Cat CH 341

Author:free Category:urban Update time:2022-12-03 08:44:04

-

Chapter 341 – Death Butterfly People vs.

Head Servant Hoffmann

Even with Higlia on her back, Divine Beast Rollodeen doesn’t ease on the speed.

Is she perceiving Higlia as being above average when it comes to mana and physical abilities as an ancient wolfwoman

Well, we’re talking about Rollo here, so it’s probably just because she likes Higlia’s smell.

Or otherwise…

…it might be simple thoughts like 『It’s fun ~nya』 or 『Let’s play ~nya』.

Her limbs move powerfully as you’d expect from a divine beast.

As if matching up with my pulse, her paws move rhythmically.

Her sharp claws scratch big rocks as they tread on them.

Then her hind legs kick off those rocks, pulverizing them like sand castles.

She plunges ahead while keeping up such a momentum.

Moreover, her forepaws land on a thick tree, looking similar to a protruding surfboard, diagonally above us, and her hind legs, which follow milliseconds later, then powerfully leap into the direction indicated by the blood chain while breaking the tree.

The impacts and maneuvers are terrific.

Higlia cutely whispers quiet screams.

At the same time, her hands, as they wrap around my waist, tremble slightly.

I place my palm atop her hand, filled with the intent to give her relief.

Her silver fur has a fluffy feel.

“…Thanks.”

I don’t reply.

We continue lightly passing through even the hardest courses and terrains.

In the middle of our journey, Rollodeen suddenly stops.

She’s found an insect she appears to like.

Breathing rough through her nose, my partner…lowers her head while advancing along a tree with her body tilted leftwards.

Unintentionally, I recall the famous soundtrack from The Pink Panther.

Getting carried away, I lightly tap the flank of my partner.

At the same time, while stroking the skin beneath her fur on the back of her head, “Rollo, now’s not the time to play around.”

“Nn,” Rollodeen ignores the bug, and advances onward by kicking off the tree.

Before long, a cave looking like a dragon craw protruding out between two big cliffs comes into sight.

Rollodeen shakes her head left and right.

While grandly letting the majestic lion mane sway sideways, she abruptly stops moving.

The points towards the cave.

The dripping blood also vanishes as if to indicate this direction to be the correct one.

The cave is huge… This must be our destination.

A village is situated above the cave.

I guess they built it using the whole structure as a natural stronghold.

I can also see huts and wooden watch towers erected alongside the steep cliffs.

No people are visible, though.

It’s kinda eerie.

Well, it’s probably the place where Hoffmann’s gang is hanging out, so I guess it’s only reasonable.

It might rather be an unexplored region than a remote village.

It’s obvious that the people have come down using narrow stairways carved into the cliffs, but it looks like a fairly inconvenient construct.

Come to think of it, the Goldiba village is atop a cliff, too.

At that moment, Higlia asks from behind, “Is this our destination”

“It seems so…”

While feeling her hot breath on my nape, I look at the entrance area beneath the cliffs.

Huh Is a battle going on right now

“A vampire is fighting butterfly women, or rather some mysterious race.”

“T-…Those are…” Higlia becomes startled, however not from the vampire, but instead the butterfly women.

Is she scared She mutters, “Death…”, with a trembling voice.

I don’t hear any articles being used though…

Going by her expression, I suppose she means to say that those mysterious butterfly women are dangerous enough to wake a feeling of impending death in her.

The vampire fighting them is wearing a cloak with a high, laced collar.

In short, a guy with a very stereotypical vampire outfit.

But, the hands of the old-fashioned vampire are slightly different.

He’s wearing fingerless gloves made out of modern fabrics, despite being made in the style of medieval ages.

Moreover, several, small, oblong and transparent vials are affixed to the bones forming his fists.

The tips of those vials have assimilated with his hand while buried in the carpals.

Rather than vials, they look more like test tubes, I guess.

Those tubes are not only filled with liquid, but also countless tiny bugs which release phosphorescent light.

Those mini bugs look kinda cute.

But at the same time, they contain lots of magic elements.

The small, silver particles spat out from their tiny mouths are pretty.

Looking at it from here, it’s beautiful since they seem like snowflakes swirling around inside a snow-dome.

Ten black sword claws, as big as longswords, are extending from his fingertips.

The blade pattern on the longswords looks pretty nifty.

On the blade’s surface…ten words similar to kanji have surfaced: Sky Bird, Heaven’s Stab, Moon Blow, Heaven’s Blade, Pain Gate, Heaven’s Pillar, Violet Gate, Mysterious Gate, Double Black, and Snake Sword.

Those are weapons contradicting his Western outfit.

In addition to the special, variant characters similar to ominous, ancient writing found on charms, a membrane of mana spreads across the surface of several swords like an oil film, and in an instant, the sword blades go up in flames as if having that oil film ignited.

His grim eyes are cool as they peek out in-between the burning blades.

Is Hoffmann possibly a reincarnator Did he use a skill of his subordinate Or is this his own skill Or maybe it’s the result of him adopting the power of the small bugs into his body

The black sword claws with the kanji inscriptions acutely remind me of Catiza.

But, they’re thicker and shorter than Catiza’s.

Watching the movements of each of the swords, I momentarily remember the protagonist of Edward Scissorhands.

I really wanna watch that movie once more.

In the past I enjoyed it while munching on popcorn with one hand.

But, although I didn’t have the mental state of the protagonist, I felt miserable.

Anyway, the vampire manipulates such claws with his eyes gleaming crimson as if expressing his fury.

The quality of his movements as he wields those blades is abnormally high and calm.

The motions as he switches between sweeps and stabs are fluent.

He unleashes many, special, iron-cutting slashes with his burning blade claws.

The whole has a might that makes it appear like a tempest of peerless longsword techniques.

But, it’s not just his handling of the blade claws.

His footwork is superb as well.

No sooner than charging in a forward-bent posture while creating illusions of crimson spots at his feet – seemingly using a -based acceleration skill, he launches a chain of kicks while jumping into the air.

It’s a kicking technique capitalizing on the swords growing out of his fingers.

Moreover, following the kicking chain, he launches blood bullets from his cloak after performing some elbow blows and knee strikes.

He’s quickly and powerfully moving around while laughing.

He unleashes sword techniques, interweaving techniques of the Peerless Sword Style, the Flying Sword Style, and a self-taught sword style.

But even so, the mysterious woman consisting of white butterflies or moths is laughing as well.

She displays a nimble dance as it’d befit a butterfly, magnificently dodging the vampire’s super sword techniques.

Precisely because she’s a moth, it’s not necessary for her to stay on the ground.

Alongside her big scythe, she uses a rotation technique of tilting and twisting her body as if tumbling through the air at a low altitude.

While evading the approaching claw attacks, she uses the handle and blade of her scythe to easily repel the blade claws.

Each time she repels a blade with its gleaming kanji characters, a dissonant, metallic ringing reverberates.

Suddenly, the other reddish purple butterfly woman, who wields a big sickle, vanishes as if being spirally sucked into space.

Just to reappear behind the vampire in the next instant.

A teleportation skill while scattering her purple butterflies, huh

The butterfly woman artlessly brandishes her sickle as if exhilarated and overjoyed.

The blade of her sickle, swung in a fan shape, seizes the vampire’s back, and readily cuts his torso up alongside his cloak, separating his body into upper and lower parts.

His expression not betraying any pain is just another sign how dangerous he is.

Great amounts of blood gush out of the cut sections.

But, just as one could expect, the blood is immediately pulled back.

His upper and lower body parts combine like powerful magnets of opposite poles, restoring his previous figure in but a moment.

The cloak, which has been severed by the sickle, crumbles into dust as soon as it hits the ground, and vanishes, but…that’s a vampire for you; the speed of regeneration is abnormally high.

And on top of that, he looks rather composed.

His face tells one that all of what happened just now was very natural.

Is he possibly Hoffmann of the Valmask family”

Rather than him, the two butterfly women seem to be much more of a problem They’re like apparitions of butterflies and moths… Their faces closely resemble those of humans, and they’re transcendental beauties.

I suppose it’d be more fitting to call them an idol group cosplaying as butterflies.

Their expressions right now…are dyed with an obvious cruelty as I’ve never seen in my entire life.

I immediately look at Higlia.

She’s completely scared as she looks at the two women.

“Do you know these two butterfly people,” I ask her while confirming the direction of the blood chain.

The tip of is moving.

Maybe the children are still alive.

Or maybe their corpses are being transported on a wagon I’d prefer them to be alive, if I could choose…

Time to stop playing spectator.

I’m extremely…curious…about the pair of butterfly women, but I’ll ignore them for now.

“Higlia, we have no business with the vampire and butterfly women fighting over there.

I’m worried about the children, so we’ll head inside the cave.”

“Y-Yeah, but, I don’t want to get close to that place…still…Shuuya, you’re heading over there, right”

“Did you forget what I told you earlier I’m going to leave you behind if you hesitate.” I remind her while focusing on looking at her sternly.

I forcibly remove Higlia’s arms, lift a leg, and jump off my partner’s back.

“Ah, please wait.

I-I know, I know,” she stutters towards me while nervously dismounting as well.

Immediately after both of us have gotten off her, Rollodeen transforms into her black panther form.

Then she starts to mess around.

*abbreviated*

――In the meantime, I summon Baldok into my right hand.

“――You ready, Rollo”

Stopping to scratch her neck, she looks into my eyes, and nods alongside a throaty growl.

Then she nods at me in her typical manner, and runs ahead.

“Wai-!”

She’s fast! While assessing so, I catch up with my partner.

Then we continued running next to each other.

Many cracks can be seen running across the wall of the cave’s entrance.

Rubble is scattered on the ground…and, blood, huh

I can’t tell whether this blood originally belonged to a vampire, but…it’s ghastly and bizarre.

Blood pools are all over the place.

Those remind me of the scenes of hell supposed to etch eternal torture into the minds of the sinners.

I really can’t stand this place.

But, the blood is something like a reward to me.

Feeling like killing one bird with two stones, I draw plenty of blood to my feet, and quickly absorb it.

Arzen’s Boots become bright red.

“――Ah, it’s the spearmaster and black panther-chan!”

“They’ve finally come here~”

“What the hell’s wrong with you butterfly women!! Destroying our facilities and stealing our precious materials…for you to even suck out the life of my …you should have simply stayed in your damn territory…”

I can hear the voices of those fighting from behind, but I ignore them.

Rollodeen and I trespass into the cave.

――However, I feel bloodlust from behind.

I react swiftly by jumping to the left.

Immediately following a sound of wind being cut, a small butterfly is stabbed into the direction I was heading for.

Rollodeen has dodged by twisting her body and jumping to the left.

Higlia, who’s been running behind us two, has stopped, obviously scared.

A by the butterfly woman, huh After confirming the bracelet-shaped butterfly stabbed in the ground, I can see how a transparent, strangely twisted mana chain extends from the end of that butterfly bracelet.

That mysterious spell or mana chain is connected to the arm of the butterfly woman.

Or rather than an arm, you could call it a lump of butterflies forming an arm, huh… Does that magic chain possess the same power as my chains

The reddish purple, extremely beautiful butterfly woman exclaims, “Whooaa, he dodged it! The spearmaster is a remarkably strong fighter, after all.”

She praises me while reeling back the mana chain into her arm.

But, then she stops doing so midway.

The woman lovingly checks the tip of the chain as if stroking a snake.

After finishing that, she sends an ominous look my way as if trying to read my face.

It’s a stare full of pheromones as beauty.

…Argh, no good.

I almost got charmed.

But, I don’t answer her look.

I focus on the moth woman.

She’s having a fierce battle with the vampire.

The mysterious woman, or rather, Higlia told me earlier that they are Death Butterfly people, so I guess I should call them that.

Anyway, both work.

But, that vampire is strong.

I thought that he might only have those black blade claws of his…but, he’s also created a swarm of blood swords and spear which look like a black cloud as they hang in midair.

He uses that swarm of black blood swords and spears alongside his own claws.

His swords are fast, overwhelming the moth woman.

He keeps precisely slashing down the white moths which flutter around the moth woman.

He slays them with a verve as if not allowing a single moth to get away.

He’s damn powerful, that vampire.

Moreover, he scatters the hat of the moth woman away.

He’s pushing.

That vampire seems to have no bottom in the depth of his skills.

The woman, who instantly recreates her hat, is also amazing.

Her body is made out of moths.

Huge lips, like those of apparitions, manifest between the moths.

Her ears becoming big is no magic trick either.

The big mouths release mana waves and frightening screams that would whittle away the spirit of any ordinary person.

Are those cursed voices The sound waves, which are obviously curses as visible from their shapes, and waves of mana completely dye form a cursed space around her with a force as if pulling space itself into the dark world of the dead.

But, the vampire deals with it in a relaxed manner.

His blade claws and the swarm of spears and swords cut the curse-like attack apart.

A crooked, discordant sound mixing heavy and shrill noises reverberates.

Neither of them bests the other, huh…

“…Are you interested in Jody But, I wonder, has there ever been an opponent who could evade my

-

List
Set up
Set up
Reading topic
font style
YaHei Song typeface regular script Cartoon
font style
Small moderate Too large Oversized
Save settings
Restore default
Phone
Mobile
Scan the code to get the link and open it with the browser
Bookshelf synchronization, anytime, anywhere, mobile phone reading
Collection
Source
Review
Feedback
Chapter error
Current chapter
Error reporting content
Submit
Add < Pre chapter Chapter list Next chapter > Error reporting