Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 117 116: The Third Demon [1]

The impact drove Seiya into the wreckage, causing chaos among the villagers as their homes were shattered. Panic erupted, with screams filling the air as they fled to safety, away from the battleground.

The red whip-like substance loosened itself around Seiya's neck, returning to a woman who stood stall at the distance.

"Do you need help tackling that human?" A cold voice sounded from behind the woman—a male demon that had accompanied her.

"Why would I ask for help from a weak five hearted demon?" She spat, brows wrinkled tight in disdain.

Her sleek, jet-black hair fell in long bob cut with curtain bangs, perfectly framing her face as she with effortless grace beneath the harsh sun. Though nothing in her appearance resembled that of a demon, three short horns lined vertically along the back of each wrist—a subtle but undeniable difference that marked her a demon.

Her attire, a striking fusion of tradition and modern sensuality, clung to her form delicately—a black sleeveless dress with bold red accents, resembling a qipao but with a modern revealing twist, worn to the length of her knees.

The black fabric, smooth as silk, traced the curves of her body, its edges lined with red—vivid against the black. A high mandarin collar framed her slender neck, fastening just below her chin before leading to revealing cutouts across her chest, held together by thin red straps.

A wide red sash cinched the waist, and the skirt split high along both thighs, revealing long, delicate legs. Tied at the back was a bold red ribbon, adding a touch of elegance.

From her right hand, which hung limply at her side, a thick, steady stream of blood flowed. The texture was viscous and gel-like, not sticking to the ground as it touched it. It clung to her hand, dripping in steady, congealed drops, pooling beneath her without losing its narrow, elongated form, much like a stretched thread of thick slime.

The male demon behind her chuckled at her reply before continuing. "I had thought he was a formidable one, which is why I followed you here. But after watching how effortlessly you sent him crashing through a row of houses, I'm beginning to doubt that," he laughed softly. His sharp fang gleamed as his soft, curly hair, dark and neat, fell over his brows, tousling gently in the breeze.

Seiya, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden attack, slowly rose from the wreckage. His appearance was now marred with dirt and minor bruises.

Are you alright, my Lord? Kaeliyus asked from within but Seiya offered no response. He lifted his gaze, watching the demon who had unleashed such an attack on him—wondering.

Why had he been hit with the blow? Why hadn't he seen it coming? Had he been so distracted by the villagers that he failed to hear her heartbeat while approaching?

Narrowing his brows behind the blindfold, Seiya studied the demon from afar, ears straining to pick up the pulse of her hearts. However, Seiya could hear no single heartbeat from her, even though he could see through her with his eyes that she possessed seven hearts.

Peering deeper into her, Seiya could even see the steady movement of the hearts, expanding at every beat yet no sound came to his ears.

"I can't hear her hearts pulsating at all," Seiya admitted. Just like Kaeliyus', he thought.

Seiya shook his head in disagreement the next minute, acknowledging that Kaeliyus' situation was far more dire. After all, not only is he unable to hear Kaeliyus' heartbeat, he can't see through Kaeliyus at all.

He had kept this to himself, quite unbothered but seeing more issues like this rising, it got Seiya puzzled.

Noticing the villagers scattered in a frenzy, many already out of their homes and running in all directions, the male demon stepped closer to the girl.

"Is it wise to let them roam so freely? The barrier is gone, after all," he mused, his gaze drifting to the terrified villagers scrambling for their lives.

Panic gripped them—most clung desperately to their families as they hurried to distance themselves from the chaos unfolding before them.

"It's not like they can escape anyway," the female demon said. "Even they are aware they can't be separated too far from their life forces. Speaking of that," she paused, gaze shifting toward Seiya standing in the wreckage. "Just how did he separate the villagers' life forces? It's not an—"

She swallowed back her words the moment her eyes landed on the staff suspended stiffly in the sky.

"Was it with that?" She murmured, studying Seiya's staff.

Her lips parted but before she could get anything out, Seiya appeared before her, standing calm and composed.

"Oops! I'll leave the fight to you and enjoy the show from a distance," the male demon remarked with a grin before leaping effortlessly onto a tiled rooftop.

Settling himself comfortably, he lounged with one elbow resting on his knee, his chin propped against his hand as he watched with amusement.

"So," the woman began, her voice turning icy as Seiya stood before her. "You're the human who dared to trespass here, sowing chaos and slaughtering my kind."

The air around her grew frigid, but her demeanor remained indifferent—unshaken, as if utterly unbothered by the carnage Seiya had caused.

Her gaze shifted from Seiya, landing back on Seiya's staff suspended in the sky at the entrance of the village. She raised her blood dripping hand, moving the blood with her as she extended her palm forward toward the staff—shooting out a thick whip of congealed blood straight toward the staff.

Seiya's hand shot up, snapping toward the congealed blood shooting from her hand to stop its motion but before he could reach the blood, he froze, hand halting mid-motion.

"Why did you stop?" The lady grinned mockingly at Seiya. "I would've had fun chopping your hands into pieces."

True indeed, Seiya had sensed it—his hand would've been gone had he touched the whip of blood to stop it.

The blood reached the staff, coiling tight around it. But however hard she pulled, the staff refused to budge.

"What's this?" She muttered, exerting more strength. But before she could try any further, Seiya's sword gleamed under the sun, slicing through the whip of blood the next minute and severing it.

The lady's eyes opened wide, a bit shocked. The severed whip of blood fastened around the staff, loosened like mere liquid, pouring to the ground.

Regaining her composure quick enough, the woman swept past Seiya with the speed of light, appearing beneath the staff where much of her blood had poured.

The villagers who had scrambled to the entrance to keep away from the fight, gasped at her presence, recoiling.

She extended her blood-soaked hand toward the pool of blood on the ground, attempting to reclaim the lost blood. But no matter how hard she tried, the severed blood remained unmoving, refusing to merge with the stream that dripped steadily from her fingers.

Seeing this, Seiya gazed with exasperation, irked that he had to yet again, tell this demon that whatever his sword severs cannot be restored.

But before he could even take a step, the woman spoke. "It appears I can't restore my lost blood. Your sword must be quite a unique one," she said, grinning wide at the pooled blood on the ground.

A sense of relief washed through Seiya as he muttered softly to himself. "Well, she's a smart one."

"No matter…" her grin stretched wider. "…because I have countless factories of blood at my disposal," she said, before swiftly lunging toward the villagers.

However, before she could reach any of them, Seiya appeared before her mid-air, landing a brutal kick against the side of her face that sent her hurtling back and crashing into the houses.

Buried in the wreckage, a piercing laugh erupted from her—the sound harsh and grating.

"So you're indeed a Humanity Savior sent here to rescue the villagers," she said as she wrenched free from the wreckage. She had overheard the villagers asking Seiya if he had been sent by the Association to come rescue them but Seiya had replied negative.

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"I am not," Seiya blurted instantly.

"Then why protect them?" She asked, rising fully to her feet.

"I wasn't protecting them, I was stopping you," Seiya clarified.

"Hah?! What does that mean?" She asked, her tone turning edgy. "Why did you stop me if it's not to protect them?!"

"Because I felt like it," Seiya replied nonchalantly.

"Are you dumb after all," she asked, a mocking grin returning to her face. "Lacking the ability to comprehend. I asked why you stopped me!!" She snarled.

"I stopped you because I have the power to," Seiya replied. "And just because I wanted to,"

Her face twisted uglily in rage, teeth gritting as she snapped. "What twisted logic is that?"

"I alone decide what happens in my presence," Seiya continued. "It is a rule that even you WILL follow," he declared, distorting the woman's face into a harsher, more grotesque expression.