The Psychopathic Beast Emperor-Chapter 66: Gore, Blood, and Brutality

Bahamut had attacked, and the world screamed for it.

He crossed the distance in a blink, his claws tearing through space with feral intent. The Eliminator barely raised its guard before Bahamut’s claws came down in a hurricane of force.

Bone shattered and armor warped inward like wet clay. The impact drove the beast into the ground hard enough to crater the earth, cracks racing outward like frightened serpents.

CRASH!

Bahamut didn’t stop his attacks. In fact, he increased them. He tore the Eliminator back out of the crater by its head and smashed it sideways into a cliff, then again into the ground, then again... each strike punctuated by a wet, horrifying sound that made Ren’s stomach twist. The dark aura around Bahamut thickened further, clinging to his form like a living shadow, pulsing in time with his heartbeat.

The Eliminator slashed back.

Its claws raked across Bahamut’s chest, carving deep, brutal wounds, only for flesh to knit together mid-motion, muscle snapping back into place before blood could even finish spilling.

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Bahamut laughed. It was broken, joyless, and ecstatic.

"Yes! That’s it! Hurt me more!"

The beast roared and lunged, jaws snapping shut around Bahamut’s shoulder. There was a crunch. For a fraction of a second, Bahamut’s arm bent at an impossible angle.

Then his muscles swelled, veins bulging grotesquely as he forced the jaw apart from the inside.

CRACK!

He ripped himself free, leaving the Eliminator staggering back as dark ichor sprayed across the battlefield. Bahamut followed instantly, ramming his forehead into the creature’s skull with enough force to create a shockwave.

BOOM!

The Eliminator flew.

Before it could land, Bahamut was already there, claws flashing in a blur too fast for normal perception. Each strike was precise, cruel, calculated to break joints, tear tendons, and deny recovery.

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Ren could barely follow the exchange. His vision lagged behind reality, his ears ringing from the constant detonations of impact. Exildra had fallen to one knee, retching, her instincts screaming at her to run, to flee from the monster wearing a man’s shape.

The Eliminator fought back desperately now, no longer methodical, only survival. Its attacks grew wild, savage, tearing chunks from Bahamut’s body that should have been fatal.

But they weren’t enough.

The wounds closed before the beast could even savor them.

Bahamut let it happen.

He let himself be torn open, crushed, impaled, only to surge forward again, healing faster each time, his grin stretching wider, blood trailing from his mouth as his eyes burned with unhinged delight.

"You see?" he rasped. "You don’t get it yet."

He grabbed the Eliminator by the torso and squeezed.

The creature screamed as its frame buckled, its power flaring wildly and erratically. Bahamut lifted it overhead and slammed it down with all his weight, the earth exploding upward in a pillar of debris.

Silence followed, brief and fragile.

Then Bahamut stood, rising from the dust like something dredged from a nightmare, body steaming, aura writhing.

The Eliminator twitched.

Bahamut tilted his head, almost curious.

"...Still alive?"

There was something almost pitiful about the beast now. Broken, failing, and trapped in a fight it never should have entered.

For the first time since the battle began, a strange thought crossed Ren’s mind...

I almost feel sorry for it.

Almost.

Bahamut took a step forward.

And the madness wasn’t finished yet.

...

The Eliminator snapped.

Whatever higher directive, whatever cold logic governed it, shattered like glass under a hammer. Its core flared an ugly, unstable crimson, runes along its body burning out and re-etching themselves in jagged, feral patterns. Power spilled from it in violent pulses, no longer controlled, only released.

The air warped.

Ren screamed as he was thrown back by sheer pressure, Exildra barely managing to anchor herself as the battlefield began to tear itself apart. Gravity buckled. Stone lifted. The sky darkened as if reality itself leaned away from what was unfolding.

The Eliminator roared... a howl of rage.

Then it moved.

It didn’t rush Bahamut.

It erased the space between them.

Its body twisted beyond sane anatomy, limbs elongating, joints bending the wrong way as it struck from five angles at once. Claws pierced through Bahamut’s abdomen. A horn speared through his shoulder. A serrated limb tore open his throat.

For a heartbeat, Bahamut was reduced to a ruin of meat and bone.

Then he healed.

Flesh surged like a tidal wave, snapping back into place, blood reversing its spill as his body adapted mid-damage.

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Bahamut’s laughter tore from him, loud enough to drown out the thunder. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Yes—YES! That’s the look! That’s the desperation!"

The Eliminator slammed him through a hill.

The peak ceased to exist, exploding into molten debris. Bahamut burst out the other side, body burning, bones visible through glowing cracks, only for bark-like armor and scaled flesh to crawl over the damage in seconds.

He hit the ground running.

They collided again, this time above the battlefield, each impact detonating like a falling star. Bahamut wrapped his claws around the Eliminator’s spine and ripped. Guts, actual, visceral guts, spilled into the open sky, steaming as they fell.

The Eliminator screamed and kept fighting, impaling Bahamut straight through the chest in retaliation.

Bahamut leaned in close, blood pouring from his grin.

"I’ll heal before you finish screaming."

He headbutted the Eliminator.

CRACK!

The beast’s skull caved inward. Its core flickered wildly, threatening to detonate. Rogue power flooded the area, lashing out in every direction.

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Bahamut moved.

He tore the Eliminator apart piece by piece, not efficiently, not mercifully, but thoroughly. Limbs ripped free only to be regrown and ripped again. Organs spilled, regenerated, and spilled once more. Each time the beast tried to adapt, Bahamut adapted faster.

The audience, if the universe itself could be called one, would have looked away by now.

This wasn’t a battle.

It was a lesson written in blood.

At last, the Eliminator collapsed, twitching, its rogue energy eating it from the inside, systems failing, regeneration breaking down under the sheer, unfair pressure of Bahamut’s existence.

Bahamut stood over it, chest heaving, aura boiling like a black sun.

He raised a claw, still dripping with something that used to be vital.

"I told you," he whispered, voice low, almost tender.

"I hate dying."

The claw came down.