Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 101 - A Slow and Silent Poison

The clash between Rygar and Larax transformed the battlefield into a chaotic and brutal scene.

Every blow exchanged between them left deep marks on the ground; cracks spread like spider webs with each impact.

Lightning and flames crackled around Tsukikage, and Larax's scimitar vibrated with increasing clarity, magically sharpening with each collision.

It wasn't long before Rygar realized why Ornthorn's sword had been cut in half—the scimitar of Larax had a peculiar ability.

It seemed to become sharper with every strike, as if it were adapting to what it was meant to cut.

Thinking about it, he wondered: how did Ornthorn still have his sword intact when he encountered him? Could there be a great blacksmith in the Dragon King's Realm? But he couldn't indulge in random thoughts now.

He was fighting against a North Emperor, and as the fight advanced, he increasingly realized that even though he had made great progress with his Touki, he was still weaker in a frontal battle, even with magic.

He needed a change; if the combat continued like this, he would be the one dead in the end.

Then he suddenly used Burst Step and charged toward Nighthunter, who had fallen when he was struck by lightning.

Larax pursued him relentlessly, but he managed to recover Nighthunter.

His enhanced Flash Step was proving extremely useful—impossible to track with the naked eye.

His body reacted with absolute precision, both because he was now in perfect sync with it and due to his eyes, which seemed to have undergone a significant change.

Before, he only saw mana as indistinct blurs; now, he saw detailed streams of energy enveloping Larax and his weapons.

And there was also another feeling, one he still hadn't fully understood about his eyes.

Larax, on the other hand, compensated with his brute strength and overwhelming experience.

Every swing of his scimitar was laden with murderous intent, seeking the smallest opening to tear Rygar apart.

He only used his hidden weapons when they would have a lethal effect; he had already shredded tendons and deeply cut Rygar, but Rygar managed to stay on his feet with Healing Magic.

The exchange of blows resounded like thunder, each collision generating shockwaves that destroyed the remnants of the surrounding landscape.

Cut trees would block the path, the very ground was obliterated by Rygar's spells, and the terrain seemed to bow under the fury of the two warriors.

But now, Rygar knew that with every small cut, every wound he inflicted with the black blade, he was getting closer to victory.

It was like with the Kraken, like with the North King Lwis—and it would be the same with Larax, for the poison was slow and silent, but it had never failed until now.

Lwis had only saved his life because of his race's innate regeneration, and Rygar healed him with specific detoxification magic.

At some point during the fight—perhaps because he noticed something strange, or simply to end the combat more quickly—Larax made another move.

Larax retreated, spinning in the air with feline dexterity as he pulled an annulus from his pocket.

Before Rygar could react, the desert warrior fired a dozen daggers in his direction.

Instinctively, Rygar unleashed a sonic blast, dispersing the blades in the air. He could see that these blades were not ordinary.

Rygar thought, 'What foolishness... retreating was a mistake; a single lightning bolt will give me the opportunity to kill him.'

He was already preparing a lightning bolt for attack when he noticed something strange—the daggers did not hit the ground.

Larax's ring shone in a sinister purple hue, and in an instant, all the blades hovered in the air as if they were invisible marionettes.

With a snap of his fingers, Larax ordered them to fly back toward Rygar, shooting at high speed like guided projectiles.

Rygar covered his body with Touki, fortifying himself against the imminent impact. Simultaneously, he conjured a physical barrier around him and retreated, dodging some of the daggers; the others were blocked by his Touki and barrier.

Taking advantage of the moment of distraction, Larax advanced, his scimitar carving a slicing arc through the air.

Rygar leaped backward at the last second, escaping the deadly blow.

Now, he was being hunted. Larax and his daggers pursued him relentlessly, forcing him to remain in constant motion, dodging and blocking at a frenetic pace.

Internally, Rygar grew increasingly anxious. "I need to end this fight soon! Everyone else is already injured!"

On the other side of the battlefield, Eris charged with ferocity, her eyes fixed on the small silver-haired elf.

The mage had already used her sonic blast several times to keep Eris at bay, always launching shards of ice to prevent Eris from getting closer afterward.

But this time, Eris did not hesitate.

Ignoring the sharp ice fragments, she advanced straight ahead, cutting down those she could, including the deadliest ones, and enduring deep cuts to her skin and clothes.

The mage had no time to reinforce her spells, as Skoll and Eris continuously pressured her, so despite the cuts, Eris emerged relatively unscathed.

The silver-haired elf's eyes lit up with surprise when Eris exploded in speed using the Longsword of Silence—she barely had time to react and unleashed a rushed wind explosion, but a large cut was made, running from her chest to her shoulder.

The elf cried out in pain before finishing the conjuring of the sonic blast, separating them once more.

Eris retreated and hid behind a stone, but she was pleased.

And then, she watched as the elf distanced herself and began quickly healing with non-incantation Healing Magic.

A curse escaped Eris's lips.

"Damn! She can do that too!"

Her mood worsened, but her determination only grew. She needed to eliminate that opponent first.

Meanwhile, Ghislaine was at a disadvantage.

If she were fighting only the red demon, she could defeat it in time. If it were only the mage with the stone helmet, she could kill him in one blow.

But both together? They were pressuring her—mainly because she was injured.

Their swords sliced the air, intercepting the brutal attacks of the demon, while she dodged the mage's spells—which were extremely destructive, or very cunning, like Mud Swamps and a Mist Cloud.

When he used the mist, in particular, the mage peppered the area with stone bullets, aggravating and causing several new wounds. And whenever she advanced to kill him, the demon blocked her.

But then, in one moment, the mage withdrew.

"Mortan! Hold her! If that guy is killed, the victory is ours!" the mage shouted.

Ghislaine furrowed her brow.

Her eyes turned to where Rygar and Larax were fighting, exchanging blows at high speed.

The mage ran to a high point and began to concentrate. She then saw the mage raising his staff and beginning to conjure a fireball.

The red demon roared and attacked with brutality, trying to keep her locked in combat.

Ghislaine blocked his strike, feeling the sheer force tremble through her body. She looked at Rygar again.

'He'll notice... he's fast enough to dodge, right? But... he's probably been wounded by this magic before. He might not escape unscathed this time...'

The mage poured more and more mana into the spell, and the fireball reached increasingly higher temperatures.

Both Rygar and Larax seemed to have noticed, and Rygar was trying to distance himself from the fight, but Larax only laughed and chased after him even more fiercely.

The mage also didn't seem worried about hitting his own ally, meaning he probably had a way to escape the blast radius.

Making a split-second decision, Ghislaine spun on her heels and ran.

The red demon roared upon seeing his opponent retreat, slashing at her and cutting deep into her back, blood splattering everywhere.

But Ghislaine ignored the pain.

She feared that if she hesitated, Rygar might end up charred once again.

Every second counted.

"Glass Cannon! Watch out!" the demon shouted.

The mage, lost in concentration, looked up and saw Ghislaine charging toward him at an absurd speed.

His heart pounded as he realized he wouldn't have time to escape. The fireball in his hands had already turned blue, pulsating with terrifying power.

'Is she going to kill me?!'

Driven by survival instinct, he turned and hurled the fireball directly at Ghislaine.

The impact was devastating.

A massive explosion engulfed Ghislaine completely, the shockwave echoing across the battlefield. The red demon who had been chasing her was also thrown far away.

For a moment, everything fell silent.

Eris, Skoll, Rygar, Larax, the helmeted mage—everyone stopped, feeling the overwhelming wave of heat and seeing the intense glow consuming everything around it.

But then, something emerged from the flames.

Ghislaine appeared, her body smoldering, her left arm—used to block the explosion—completely charred, the skin and flesh destroyed by the impact. But she pushed forward, and the crimson sword pierced the mage's chest with a dry sound.

Blood gushed out, and a choking gasp escaped the lips of the helmeted mage.

But Ghislaine collapsed right after, half-conscious, breathing weakly.

The accumulated wounds from the battle had taken their toll. Pain and exhaustion caught up to her, and her vision blurred—after all, she didn't have Rygar's regeneration.

Fighting Larax and the mage simultaneously at the start, then battling the red demon and the mage, had inflicted numerous severe injuries, and she had already lost a lot of blood, staying in combat purely through sheer determination.

The battlefield, which had been chaotic moments ago, was now at an impasse.

Rygar and Larax immediately halted their fight. And Rygar shot forward at extreme speed, with Larax right behind him.

His body erupted with a fusion of Touki, his monstrous physical strength, and an enhanced Burst Step.

The world around him blurred as he sped toward Ghislaine.

The helmeted mage was in shock, blood pouring from his chest where Hiramune had been plunged.

His gaze now reflected pure terror and agony. He grasped the sword, pulling it out with a pained grunt, and blood spilled profusely.

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At that moment, the small silver-haired elf broke away from her fight with Eris and desperately ran toward the mage.

Rygar and Larax were fighting at a distance, but the others were closer. She quickly cast her spell as soon as she entered range.

Her face was frantic, eyes wide with fear. She raised her voice in a sharp cry:

"Sonic Explosion!"

The shockwave burst between Rudeus and Ghislaine, hurling the wounded beast warrior far to one side and the mage to the other.

The elf kept running, ignoring everything around her, focused solely on reaching the mage.

Rygar saw everything with fury-filled eyes. His instinct screamed to unleash a storm of lightning and reduce both enemies to ashes, but a movement caught his attention.

The red demon, Mortan, was sprinting toward Ghislaine, his mouth opening in a ferocious grin.

"Hahahahaha!"

Behind Rygar, an enraged voice echoed—it was Larax:

"Mortan! Fall back now!"

But it was too late. Rygar had already marked him for death the moment he showed intent to finish off Ghislaine.

His expression turned ice-cold.

He propelled his body with another Burst Step explosion, his presence electrifying the air.

Tsukikage gleamed, sharper and clearer than ever, wrapped in lightning of unprecedented intensity.

In an instant, he became a blur, closing the distance between him and the demon.

Time seemed to slow.

Mortan crossed his two cleavers in a desperate block.

But Tsukikage, saturated with electricity, slid through the enemy blades like a scythe cutting through the wind.

The slash was brutal and inescapable.

The blue blade tore through his face, severing the entire upper part of his skull. His body remained in motion for a few more seconds, carried by the inertia of his leap, before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling across the terrain, lifeless.

Rygar landed beside Ghislaine and, without hesitation, invoked healing magic.

The flow of mana shone in his hands, sealing wounds, stabilizing her breathing. Ghislaine coughed, still not regaining consciousness, while Eris finally reached them, positioning herself between them and their enemies, her sword raised in defiance.

Larax, seeing the outcome of the fight, threw his head back and let out a maniacal laugh.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! You're so dead, man!"

The mage, still in shock, remained on the ground while the small elf hurriedly healed him.

Rygar, having stabilized Ghislaine, stood up and turned once more toward Larax.

Larax shot forward like a runaway train.

Rygar did not retreat.

With the same resolve, he prepared to collide with him.

Larax seemed ready to kill him even at the cost of his own life, and Rygar decided to bet on his superior vitality.

Rygar advanced with only Nighthunter in his hand.

The ground beneath his feet cracked under the overwhelming pressure of his Touki. A thunderous sound roared across the battlefield as Rygar and Larax charged, without hesitation, without fear.

Each aiming for a fatal strike.

Larax's eyes burned with insane hatred, and a crazed smile stretched across his face.

His scimitar gleamed, slicing through the air with no intent to defend—just a direct strike, aiming for Rygar's heart. He cared for nothing but killing him.

And Rygar, with a determined gaze, did not dodge.

Holding only Nighthunter, wrapped in wild lightning, he felt the blade tremble in his hands.

It wouldn't withstand the lightning for much longer. It would break. But that didn't matter.

The moment lasted a blink of an eye.

Then, the impact came.

Rygar's black blade pierced Larax's stomach, lightning searing his flesh and cauterizing the wound the instant the steel tore through it.

But at the same time, Larax's scimitar stabbed into Rygar's chest, sinking into his heart with a brutal thud.

A shockwave erupted around them, lifting dirt, shattering stones, bending trees. The air distorted under the force of the collision.

Larax laughed. A crazed, maddened laughter.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" he screamed, his body trembling with euphoria, even with the sword buried inside him.

"You lost, Red Wolf!"

His eyes gleamed with triumph as he twisted the scimitar inside Rygar's chest, widening the cut, tearing his enemy's heart apart even further.

But at that moment, the fight was interrupted.

A golden sword, three meters long, came crashing down between them, striking the ground with absurd force.

Larax hastily withdrew his sword and retreated, but Rygar—he left Nighthunter embedded in his opponent.

The wound was cauterized, and the sword now seemed like a part of Larax's body.

But he didn't seem to care about anything else—his eyes burned with murderous fury.

The impact unleashed a devastating shockwave, as if a meteor had struck. Both fighters were forced back.

Dust rose like a wall of smoke, but when it cleared, the figure of Ornthorn emerged.

The man, who looked more like a child, was easily recognizable from afar due to his long green hair.

He lifted his golden sword with an unsettling ease. His expression was serious, unwavering. Rygar narrowed his eyes.

'That physical strength... Is he like me? Otherwise, how could someone with such a small body have this level of destructive power?'

Ornthorn scanned the battlefield with his sharp gaze and then declared:

"This battle is over. Anyone who shows intent to continue this fight will become my enemy."

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