“Who are you…!? Who are you…!”
Limgir struggled desperately and roared like a wild beast, the magic power and aura around him becoming colder and more violent.
It could be seen that this young master was completely dominated by the negative emotions erupting within him, almost hysterical.
Shien naturally wouldn’t reveal his identity.
Because he had sensed that after Limgir transformed into a demon, a gaze had been fixed on them, filled with surprise and delight.
This surprise and delight were completely directed at Limgir.
After Limgir’s transformation, the other party seemed to be completely captivated, their attention never leaving, constantly staring at the situation.
The corners of Shien’s mouth under his hood curled up slightly, a playful and mocking look in his eyes.
He had been waiting for the other party to reveal themselves, but their patience was incredibly good, almost intriguing, as if they were observing Shien’s strength or Limgir’s transformation.
In that case…
“I’d like to see how long you can endure this.”
Shien, holding his sealed Holy Sword, came to the hysterical Limgir, reached out, and imbued the stone covering Limgir’s body with a new property.
“[Bestowal: Fire].”
With the addition of the “fire” property, the stone covering Limgir’s body began to turn red.
Like magma, it started to glow red and become hot.
“Sizzle—!”
A sizzling sound, like something being grilled, came from the stone.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah…!”
Limgir immediately howled in pain.
The stone covering his body turned into scorching magma, burning Limgir, making his body beneath the stone smoke.
This torture-like treatment almost drove Limgir mad.
“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!”
Limgir roared madly.
Shien turned a deaf ear.
He focused all his attention on the person hiding in the shadows, noticing that their emotions were somewhat unstable, inadvertently leaking a bit of their aura.
But it seemed they still wanted to observe for a while longer, restraining themselves.
“It seems the stimulation isn’t enough.”
Shien muttered to himself, then cast Bestowal Magic again.
“[Bestowal: Split].”
As soon as this Bestowal Magic was cast, Limgir’s body trembled violently.
“Slash!”
As if suddenly being cut into a thousand pieces, Limgir’s entire body cracked open, splattering a large amount of blood.
“Aaaaaaaaaaah…!”
This time, Limgir’s howl turned into a scream.
Clearly, this time’s damage was much greater than before.
Shien didn’t hold back at all. The magic power he used to cast Bestowal Magic just now was far greater than when he “detonated” those demonized beings. If it were an ordinary person, even a Legendary-level dragon, they might have already been torn to pieces.
Under such circumstances, not only did the aura of the person secretly observing become chaotic, but even Shien was a little surprised.
“I didn’t expect to fail to split you into pieces. Your magic resistance is quite high.”
This was probably due to the high magic resistance provided by the Special Skill, [Greater Spirit of Death], right?
Shien wasn’t discouraged.
After all…
“Can you still withstand this?”
Shien reached out with a smile.
On that hand, an even denser magic power surged than before.
If all this vast magic power was used to cast the splitting magic just now, then, as one could imagine, Limgir wouldn’t be so lucky.
“Go find your father and uncle, young master.”
Leaving these words, Shien pressed his hand onto the scorching rock without hesitation.
And at this moment, the aura of the person secretly observing finally erupted.
“[Astarte]!”
As a hoarse and piercing voice echoed, the atmosphere in this place changed.