My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 152: Gap

Elian felt his blood rush at the imminent moment of impact. Rather than back away, Silas planted his feet in the ground and swung his war hammer. Such a thing was normal between monsters. But to see a man so fearless made Elian grin.

Let’s see what SS Strength at this level feels like.

The Tyrant ignored the war hammer and lowered his head. Silas, who was already mid-swing, couldn’t stop in time. The war hammer smashed against Elian’s shoulder!

A powerful gush of air went out like a sharp blade. It was only seconds later that a terrifying sound reverberated through the air.

BOOM!

More powerful than a cannon, dust and earth flew up like a hurricane. But the titan clashing could not care less. Despite being struck with a war hammer the size of a motorcycle, Elian charged undaunted.

Like a beast on the prowl, his eyes remained on Silas’ head. His charge did not slow down in the slightest and rammed into his opponent without mercy. The breaker had his shoulder skewered in a single breath.

"Ugh!"

Silas only made a small grunt as Elian’s immense bulk smashed into him. Pinned by Bayonet, he was helplessly brought along for the ride. When Elian braked and spun, Silas was thrown about like a rag doll.

The human quickly got back on his feet; he vomited blood but quickly wiped it off with his armor. He did not wear a full helm, so the lower half of his face was exposed. His skin was white as a sheet and looked close to death.

Seeing his state, Elian gave him a few seconds of rest.

"How ridiculous. Your armor absorbs mana and counters blows with the same energy," Silas complained.

Elian’s eyes narrowed as he answered, "Almost, but not quite. A trick I picked up from the recent invasion. For the record, I have 10 mana points. Your Scan says the same thing, right?"

"Then how..."

"Figure it out yourself," the Tyrant commanded.

It was only at that moment that Katri and the cameramen she chose finally arrived. Her screams echoed loud enough for Elian to hear. The guild receptionist, in particular, grew frantic as she asked Bianca.

"Lady Bianca, why are they already starting?"

Hearing her concern, Elian tried to come up with an excuse only for Bianca to give one for him.

"It’s because the duel itself is hardly important. What comes next is why he needed a cameraman," flicking her long ponytail, Bianca glared at the humans. "Well? Chop chop, get to work already."

"YES!" x3

Overpowered by her majesty, the Streamer and news reporters all quickly set up their equipment. They were all sweating with nervousness and even fumbled around, afraid of making mistakes.

Elian could understand why; the woman before them had the power of the sun at her fingertips. Yet to him, she was his devoted and affectionate lover. He gazed at her swan-like neck and imagined how good it would be to kiss it.

But a harsh rebuttal resonated in his mind a second later.

"Elian! Stop being a lecher and focus on your battle!"

Ah. Sorry Bianca. Thank you for explaining to Katri.

"Think nothing of it, darling. Rampage as you wish. I will handle everything else."

Smiling, Elian replied curtly with his thoughts: I love you.

"I know. And I love you too. Now stop dallying!"

Bianca’s voice was calm, but Elian knew better. He could detect her irregular tone and gaps in her sentences. Finding his lover adorable, he vowed to pamper her later. Elian turned back to Silas and let slip a whistle of surprise.

"Oh? Your armor heals?"

The deep hole in his shoulder had been repaired. Even Silas’s complexion had returned to normal. Elian noticed the expensive-looking potion bottles on the ground. Much like he did, Silas knew better than to skimp on supplies when the situation called for it.

"Huff... an artifact. My armor restores itself given enough time."

"Wonder how much that set you back."

"About the same amount as a large yacht would," he replied.

"I see... are you ready? I am coming again."

Silas did not reply but pressed a gem on his wrist. A light blue shield of mana materialized in front of him.

He gripped his hammer and slammed it on the ground. The solid portion of the war hammer opened up and turned into a large shield. The handle part separated and exposed a long blade that turned the shaft into a polearm.

"Damn, that’s cool," Elian couldn’t help but exclaim.

Silas smiled and raised his new wall-like shield against the mana one. The overlapping defenses gave the impression of an impenetrable fortress.

No wonder he is called the Shield of the Ascendancy. Now let’s see you tank this!

Elian slammed his foot and widened his stance. Bracing his core, his shoulder panels opened up and exposed the honeycomb launchers.

"Blockbuster."

Once again, the thunderous roar of fifty simultaneous detonations rang out. A hailstorm of onyx spheres smashed against Silas. The single salvo tore up the ground around him and kicked up so much smoke it was as if a giant bomb had gone off.

The onlookers grew silent at his display, but Elian went one step further.

"Reload."

And fired again.

"Blockbuster."

Dust and wind spiraled into a violent vortex as the second salvo cut apart all the debris and smoke, revealing the state of Silas. The blue mana shield was gone, but he was still in one piece. He was safe, at least until the fifty additional projectiles reached him.

The world watched as Onyx spheres raced toward the Shield of the Ascendancy for a second time. Silas raised his shield and endured the hailstorm. Much like before, the spheres bounced or ricocheted off his shield until it was eventually torn apart.

However, contrary to what one would expect, a brand-new shield appeared in its place, protecting Silas completely. The new shield was green in color and looked sleek but still covered his body.

Not even commenting, Elian blasted Cinderglass into his thrusters and charged forward. He swung his arm and drove Pile Revolver into the center of his opponent’s shield. But at the last moment, the shield pivoted to the left, causing Elian’s nail to glide to the side. frёeωebɳovel.com

The moment Elian passed, Silas launched himself upward and used both hands to drive down his spear. It shone gold as the immense mana became visible.

"SPEAR FALL!"

Elian took a step back and twisted his body to the left. He raised Sledgehammer upward while pulling the trigger. The triple-barreled gun fired onyx Cinderglass rounds that slammed into Silas as he descended.

Despite being shot point-blank, he endured; Silas placed his entire weight behind his spear and drove it towards Elian’s chest. The tip of the spear cut even the wind but was stopped by Elian’s armor. It made a soft tick and couldn’t go deeper.

Even with his face covered, the Tyrant saw the disbelief in his opponent’s eyes.

See with your own eyes how far behind you have all been kept.

Without an inch of mercy, Elian drove Pile Revolver into Silas’ chest and detonated it. With a massive blast, his golden armor ruptured into a thousand pieces. Stripped of his defenses, the Breaker’s pitiful state was revealed.

Silas Dornevale’s body was covered in shades of black and purple. Parts of his flesh were missing, yet his eyes still did not show even the slightest hesitation. Silas used the impact from the blow to do a backflip and gain some distance.

In the same breath, he raised his spear like an Olympic thrower and channeled a terrifying amount of mana into it. Being just as fast as Elian, Silas’ entire body radiated energy like a comic book character before throwing his weapon.

His spear cut the air and screamed as it made its way to Elian. Despite the sea of tangible mana surrounding it, the Tyrant plucked it out of the air and halted its momentum.

A collective gasp came from everyone present. The duel felt like a hero battling a monster many times his strength. Normally, people loved underdog stories. But this was reality. Elian had little to no compassion for the delusions of others.

With tyrannical strength, Elian crushed the spear’s tip in his hand and brought the shaft closer, then snapped it in two.

"This has been quite disappointing, Silas. And here I thought you would put up a better fight."

Silas began to laugh hysterically as he brushed his hair back, "So this is the strength needed to fight in the crucible. How ridiculous; you seem even more powerful than Heaven’s Fist."

Elian fished out a high-end potion and threw it to Silas. "Naturally, I was the one who killed him."

Silas caught the potion and drank it. He had a complicated expression as he inquired, "May I ask why? He was a champion for humanity, as are you. Could you not find some common ground? There has to be..."

However, Elian cut him off, "No. He hurt my wife, so I killed him. It’s that simple. Anyone who threatens my people and most especially my wife, I will butcher them all. There is no other outcome for them."

"I see... on a different note. What of us now, my lord? I did my best, but it hardly mattered. As much as I want to make excuses, the gap between us is just too big," Silas confessed in a neutral tone.

"Why do you want to join my faction?"

"I wish to get stronger. I no longer wish to abandon cities to the monsters. I wish to protect my home. That has always been my only goal. I have a son and a wife I have to defend. For them, I cannot stay powerless."

Elian, nodded. And slammed his foot into the ground. A wave of Living Metal rose up from the ground and moved like a tide. It slammed into Silas so fast he could not even react in time.

Like a wave of black, the fluids began to cover his entire body. Elian raised his hand, and ashen metals joined the sludge wriggling around Silas. A moment later, it hardened and revealed him covered from head to toe with Living Metal armor.

"Then, I welcome you, Silas Dornevale. Fight me once more."

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