PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

162 Chapter 162 Really? Well, I have a magical girl.

Desmond tried to free his legs, but it was too late, vines of necrotic miasma covered his body little by little until he was soon mostly immobilized in front of the now calm necromancer.

′′ What’s up boy, did the undead eat your tongue? ′′ The mockery in the necromancer’s voice couldn’t be hidden as Araszh slowly approached Desmond.

′′ a little bit yes, but I bet your girl would eat it better. ′′ An imbecile grin was on Desmond’s face as he fearlessly insulted the unknown woman of the necromancer.

Araszh shivered for a moment as anger nearly consumed him, but instead of responding directly to Desmond, the necromancer first tightened the restraints on the body of his prey; it was only by hearing the suppressed grunts of pain coming from Desmond that the necromancer finally responded to the hunter’s insults.

′′ I see you still want to be brave, but tell me, how does it feel to have your bones crushed little by little? ′′

Desmond, who felt the restrictions on his body strangling him little by little, limited himself to containing the pain and responding in a mocking way to the necromancer:

′′ Well, my hips creak louder when I sleep with your wife, but only because she likes it hard. ′′

As soon as Desmond’s words were finished, the necromancer lunged at him in angry fury, then strangled Desmond with his cold, undead hands; Araszh was tempted to break Desmond’s neck, but he still wanted answers.

′′ who you are? What are you doing here? Why do you hunt my undead? ′′

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Desmond, who was already expecting this kind of question, only looked at Araszh briefly before answering in a carefree way: ′′ I came to walk through the forest, the view is quite beautiful; as for your undead. . . they were ugly so I killed them. ′′

Araszh tightened his grip on Desmond’s neck for a moment until he saw Desmond’s eyes start to flutter chaotically signaling that he would soon fall unconscious from lack of air.

Only then did the necromancer slightly release his grip and ask again: ′′ You don’t even know who I am, you don’t know who you are facing, but you still came to fight me and my undead, you are strong enough to have come here alive but not enough to have done it easily; So I wonder why go through all that trouble to fight something unknown to you? ′′

Desmond tried to shrug it off, but was unable to move his arms to make the gesture so somehow helplessly he just replied:

′′ you didn′t know? It’s what heroes do, recklessly charging into deadly situations for problems that don’t concern them. ′′ Even in a situation like his, Desmond still couldn’t hide his contempt for so-called ” heroes. ”

′′ You don’t seem like the ¨hero¨ type but that doesn’t matter anymore, you just got into this and now you will pay the consequences, I am going to torture you slowly and then I will turn you into one of my puppets; do not worry even in death you will still be useful.

You can’t blame anyone but yourself boy, you shouldn’t have come here alone, you face the great necromancer Araszh and his eternal legion; but what do you have? only bow and arrows. ′′

Having said that, Araszh reached out to snatch the bow from Desmond’s hand and continued:

′′ Oops, well now it seems that you have nothing; but I have you here. ′′ After saying the part of him the necromancer mobilized his dark miasma to engulf Desmond in an attempt to refine him into an undead while Desmond was still alive.

Desmond seeing that his situation was beginning to go to hell decided it was time to wear his last card up his sleeve.

′′ You say I have nothing? ′′

Baffled by the calm Desmond was showing when the tendrils of darkness were about to pierce his flesh; the necromancer stopped for a moment and said:

′′ It is not like this? Your only weapon is gone and you can’t even move, you have nothing left. ′′

Desmond listened to the necromancer’s words before breaking into a smile radiant like the dawn sun and responding naturally:

′′ seriously? Let me tell you a secret. . . I also have a magical girl. ′′ At the precise moment that Desmond said the word ¨Magical¨ he immediately went into Full-Drive and activated overload.

In a burst of Herculean force that took the necromancer by surprise, Desmond broke free of his bonds, and with the metallic mana gauntlets that had been hidden in the dark miasma, Desmond ripped the necromancer’s arms.

Araszh was unable to hide his surprise at the sudden turn of events, amid his daze, he could only watch as the arms torn from him still clung to Desmond’s neck.

Due to his momentary lapse, the necromancer was unable to stop Desmond as he broke free of his bonds and delivered a full power kick to the chest.

It wasn’t until Araszh stepped back a couple of meters that he was able to process everything that had happened, the necromancer couldn’t believe that he had fallen into Desmond’s trap.

That’s right, Desmond had planned to be capture by him earlier when he realized that his attacks were failing to penetrate the necromancer’s defense and his speed was unable to keep up with the battle.

Desmond knew that the only way to beat Araszh was with a sneak attack from close range, so he pretended to be captured and did his best to appear reckless but vulnerable.

That is why he had deactivated Full-Drive and kept his strength to a minimum when he tried ¨desperately¨ to break free from the necromancer’s bonds, thus giving his enemy a false estimate of his strength; When the moment was propitious and Araszh dropped his guard, Desmond exploded with a withering attack.

Or that was the original intention, but with the necromancer clinging to his neck, there was little space for maneuver so Desmond had decided to seriously injure the necromancer rather than kill him.

′′ How dare you to fool me? I’ll kill you damn little worm. ′′

Fury could no longer describe the necromancer’s current situation, but Desmond couldn’t give a shit; in response, he shrugged as he had wanted to do in the past and expressed.

′′ Who said I lied? I really have a magical girl, a quite beautiful and sensual one, she is a little bit shy and submissive but you can imagine what that means in bed. . . or wait you can’t, well it doesn’t matter; you’ll soon be too dead even for an undead like you. ′′

As Desmond spoke he had pointed behind the necromancer where Sasha could now be observed slowly leaving the area of ??the forest where she had been hiding on Desmond’s orders since the beginning of the battle; at this moment Sasha’s wand was pointing to the sky and the waves of mana emanating from it were making all the danger alarms in Arszh’s head go wild.

But it was too late, the last words the legendary necromancer heard before he perished were those spoken by the seductive but solemn voice of Sasha: ′′ Burial of a thousand burning roses′′