My Wife is a Dead Villainess, and I'm Her Living Weapon-Chapter 167: Think

KRZZZZZ—THOOM!

Like a broken speaker stuck on repeat, Bianca’s Fralhame Lance fired. Powerful bursts of plasma empowered by mana blasted a colossal tree. Devastating explosions and clouds of fire set parts of the Tyrant made of wood ablaze.

"IS THAT ALL YOU CAN DO, YOU WASTE OF TREE BARK? WHERE IS YOUR ANCHOR? I BET SHE LEFT YOU BECAUSE YOUR WOOD IS SOGGY AND YOUR ROOTS ARE LIMP! YOUR FRUIT IS ALSO PROBABLY ROTTEN, AND YOUR SEEDS ARE BLANKS!"

A tyrannical roar bellowed back. "WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN? JUST WAIT TILL I SMACK YOU DEAD, YOU NOISY PUS-COLORED FLY!"

The sounds coming from the Ironwood Wartreant’s swings sounded like hurricanes. Leaves, moss, and dust whipped through the air, driven back by immense pressure. Yet amidst all that, Bianca evaded them by mere meters, literally dancing on the edge.

"OH? YOU KISS YOUR MOTHER WITH THAT MOUTH? YOU LACK THE DIGNITY OF A TYRANT! YOU ARE AN EMBARRASSMENT TO KARNATHI!"

"SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!"

Elian couldn’t stop to look towards his lover. While her mesmerizing dogfighting was worthy of praise, her mouth had been throwing insults nonstop. It reminded Elian of his best friend. Seeing Bianca acting like a delinquent was both funny as hell and alarming.

Bianca? My Anchor, may I ask why you are verbally abusing the poor tree?

"Ah, I thought it would help keep his eyes on me. I noticed that fighting like a delinquent had its own benefits. And..."

The Witch’s mental transmission grew faint and softened to almost a whisper.

"You liked Ned because he cursed a lot. I-I wanted to try it too...I was hoping you would like me more if I did."

HOLY HELL, HOW CAN YOU BE SO ADORABLE!

"ACK!" Bianca, surprised by Elian’s shout, stiffened.

Her opponent, who noticed and swung both his hands together, intended to crush the witch with a clap. "HA! I HAVE YOU NOW!"

TWACK!

Elian worried out of his mind, bit his lip. Even Adamant couldn’t help with the regret he felt for his outburst. Luckily, despite nearly being crushed like an insect, Bianca darted around the incoming danger and even counterattacked.

Sorry... The Tyrant candidate couldn’t help but apologize.

"Think nothing of it, my love," Bianca cooed. "Leave your back to me; he won’t get to lay a hand on you as long as I am alive."

The golem of metal felt butterflies in his stomach and his heart growing full from affection. Despite his ridiculous order, his lover intended to put her very life on the line without complaint. All because she believed in his claim to fell the giant.

Elian slapped his cheeks to psych himself up. Given the caliber of his woman, not delivering on her dedication was something he could never accept.

I am going to kill this bastard no matter what.

[Talent: Driven – activated. Elian Reed will never lose consciousness in the face of an enemy.]

The gears in Elian’s brain began to spin as he analyzed his enemy’s strengths and weaknesses, along with his own.

"The most current issue is size. Trying to kill this thing is like taking on a mountain."

While taking on bigger opponents was a common sight in the real world, both in humans and nature, there was a limit. An ant colony might be able to take down a beetle or maybe even a rat but trying to take down anything bigger was improbable.

Snakes might have been able to kill, and swallow prey several times bigger than they were, but they are still bound by logic. Even anacondas could not swallow elephants; they would die from being torn apart due to the limits of their bodies.

The only exception to this rule was perhaps humans. A lion was already bigger than a average man, but men had killed everything from lions to bears and even whales. With enough preparation, such feats could be done.

Hell, humans even fought mountains; just how many were hollowed out for resources? While there were still things humans could not accomplish, fighting really big, mountain-sized opponents was still possible.

Elian remembered the ridiculous stats he saw on his opponent earlier.

"System Scan."

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Name: Depth Deeper than the Center (M)

Species: Karnathian (Ironwood Wartreant)

Lvl: 69 | (Mid Dusk)

HP: 665,200/678,900 | MP: 421,780/465,000

Strength: EX | Intelligence: S | Agility: E

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Elian couldn’t help but smile. Despite the monster being as big as it was, his and Bianca’s attacks managed to shave off some of its HP. Although Elian hardly used the HP counters in battle, they gave him one simple truth.

"So long as this thing has HP, I can kill it."

It had over half a million HP; it was perhaps the greatest number he had seen to date. However, no matter the number, the expectation was that as long as it went to zero, the being would die.

"Maybe I should just blast this bastard with an even bigger gun like Bianca?" Elian shook his head as he answered his own question. "No, the bullet alone would need to be as big as a hill; I don’t have enough material to make something like that."

Frustrated, the Tyrant scanned the monster again; the window that returned made him grimace. The numbers moved once again, but rather than going down from Bianca’s barrage, it went up instead.

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HP: 670,500/678,900 | MP: 421,780/465,000

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"Crap." Elian rubbed his temples, trying to think. "It regenerated; that changes everything."

A common staple in games once an enemy could regenerate his health, simply whittling down its HP was no longer a plan to victory. That was because if the damage you could inflict was less than the regeneration, you weren’t really doing anything.

"Tsk. Guess I should have expected that. It’s a freaking tree!"

He shook his head and closed his eyes. In the darkness, Elian tried to change the way he looked at the problem.

"Think. Physical might is not the only way to win a fight. Didn’t I do the same with Heaven’s fist?"

To overcome the epitome of humanity, Elian used feints, traps, and Dominator to lobotomize and kill him. It was similar to how snakes would use poison to kill prey far larger than they were, some even being human.

"Alright, we will poison the thing. What should I use?" Crossing his arms, Elian tried to check his inventory. His hands trembled as the tremors from Bianca’s battle continued. Despite his worry, he tried to swallow it down and focus.

"Ugh, I don’t have any poison; I should have bought some herbicide. Ah! Wait! I do! Living Metal should be made of arsenic and stuff, right? The system said so; that was why the Dominator variant was even created!"

Elian studied the Living Metal in his hand. Despite its poisonous nature, he had only used it to redirect, cut, pierce, and bind opponents. Since his weapons relied on brute force and solid form, their poisonous makeup never mattered—until now.

"This could work, so I will shape the Living Metal to flow inside the tree as I cut it open. What should I use?"

Remembering the tools used by lumberjacks, the Tyrant candidate began morphing the Living Metal snakes around him. Each turned into various types of axes and saws until one finally created a chainsaw.

The teeth on the chainsaw didn’t move, but Elian couldn’t help but smile.

"That’s it. I can put Living Metal in the teeth and spread it into the wounds like poison. If this bastard heals himself, I will just poison him so much that it overtakes his ability to recover."

With his plan set, Elian purged the Wall armor off his body and melted it. While the Wall armor still had some use right now, it was pointless. As Elian wasn’t using Charade modes, his naked Ashen-colored form was revealed.

"Okay, for starters, I don’t need armor; I don’t think I can tank anything that comes from a being of that size. Instead, what I need is mobility. Wrapping myself in pure Living Metal would not work."

He watched Bianca zipping through the skies and began to use her gear as the template for his new form.

"Hmm, Bianca’s accessories, weapons, and wings barely amount to a hundred kilograms; at our stats, that weight should not be a problem. As long as Cinderglass propulsion can lift her up, she can fly and soar just fine."

Elian commanded a chunk of Living Metal to separate from the rest. It turned into a ball and was suspended in the air. Seeing the small coffee table-sized amount, he frowned. He took a small chunk, turned it into a blade, and bent it.

Crack!

"Tsk. This is too brittle. It would work for humans or small monsters, but not Tyrants. I need something else."

He then saw the two types of liquids surrounding him.

"Hmm, alloys are made from mixing metals, right? Maybe I can try that too."

Elian raised his hands and took control of one of the serpents made of Living Metal and one made of Dominator Variants. He then crossed his arms and sent the two masses of liquid colliding into one another.

Normally, although the two mixed, they always remained separate like oil and water. Now, Elian commanded the black and ashen metals to mix together on an atomic level.

All of a sudden, a spark ignited. A flame flowed out of the mixed alloy as if the elements making it up couldn’t stand each other. The flame grew the more Elian tried to join his metals.

"Ugh, of course it wouldn’t be that easy."

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