My Servant System

Chapter 1182: Chapter 1181: Cleansing Filth



Jahi Pov

The Fiend in front of me was an assault on the senses as it released a burp that sent a wave of noxious green gas towards me, attempting to corrode my armor and burn my flesh with that acidic concoction it had bubbling inside of its gut.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The durability of a Nua Fiend was something that was hard to truly believe until you were fighting one, and after I cut its arm off and sliced open its fat stomach - a mistake if only because the fluids trapped inside of its organs were even more disgusting than the slimy, pus covered flesh I was already having the 'privilege' of witnessing up close.

My opponent simply let out a giant burp to push me back before using its mana to reattach its arm like it was nothing, while that giant gash in its belly was left untouched as it instead just reached in and grabbed a handful of its intestines to wring out over its blistered lips, drinking down its own fluids.

Nauseating and far too durable for my liking, I wanted to end this quickly but no matter what I did this bastard just seemed to shrug it off, even going as far as to almost ignore the sizzling burns that happened whenever I hit it with Light Magic.

Saif had to back off since she didn't have the luxury of a shield imbued with a mana that resisted the corrosive and disgusting gasses that the Fiend was releasing, and after she tried and failed to get back in the action after almost being whipped by the remnants of the Fiend's intestine I just waved her back and decided to take this fight for myself.

It was a test for me, that old adage of 'unstoppable force meets immovable object' coming to mind as I empowered my blade once more and stabbed it through the gas in front of me, a burst of mana dissipating the Fiend's burp while the tip of my blade buried itself in the thing's multiple chins, though it didn't go that deep since it's grubby, nasty fingers were wrapped around my blade.

"Tsk... tsk... that's not... nice... at all..."

It's voice was deep and bubbly, and it had to drag in wheezing breaths between words as it slowly pushed back, its strength deceptive for such an ugly and unfit specimen; I put all of my weight behind my blade as I tried to go deeper, and yet the Fiend was able to slowly and steadily push me back.

"Did... no one... teach... you manners... little... Demoness..?"

The flapping of its blistered lips was accompanied by the unbreathable spouts of turbid breath as it bared its blackened teeth at me in some sort of grin, though when its fingers suddenly dropped to the floor with meaty thuds those lips curled into a snarl.

"Shut the hell up, Fiend. What use would manners be against a creature like yourself? One who belches and revels in its own filth? The world is better off without your kind."

My sword moved back into its many chins, and its thick blood began to seep out of its mouth as it coughed, though it simply wrapped its hands around my blade once more and pushed, showing off its strength as it removed the sword and pushed me back again with a swipe of its intestine.

Dodging the nasty length of flesh, I relied on my quickness to dodge yet another attack before lunging in, using my heavy great sword like a rapier instead as I stabbed at the Fiend from a distance once more, though this time the mound of blubber stepped to the side to avoid it, only to have a gash appear on its arm.

Pressing my 'advantage' I continued to move even as I felt the platform rumble beneath my feet, the sudden crash of something behind me not shaking my focus as I used the length of my sword and the reach of my arms to cut another chunk off of the Fiend, going for a myriad of wounds to slowly take it down.

Though it was becoming immediately clear that that was a losing strategy on my end since this things endurance was insane and it had the ability to heal extremely easily, so I needed to be more aggressive in my fighting style even if that held dangers since this thing was shrouded in noxious gas that I didn't want to inhale.

Still, I needed to get closer if I wanted to win, and not giving this Fiend more time to concoct new ways to turn its body into a chemical weapon was a boon I was willing to take as I rushed forwards, halting it from stabbing its hand into its opened stomach once again as I severed that arm for the third or fourth time now.

Following that swing up with a jab with my shield, I pushed the Fiend back a step and took note of my surroundings as I shifted to the left, putting the Fiend's back against the edge of the platform before blitzing forwards again.

Cutting it as many times as I could, I used the weight of my attacks to push it backwards and eventually got it to where I wanted it, the Fiend still trying to spew its filth onto me or tanking through my hits to get an advantage.

Sadly for it I managed to slam my shield into its chest once more and knock it off balance, and since it was such a 'physical' specimen it lost its balance and fell backwards, bouncing off the ground a little only to stare at me with wide eyes as I leapt down onto its stomach.

My blade sank into its skull before a flash of golden light spilled out of its cracked cranium, followed by the disgusting explosion of its stomach as my own weight landed on its torso, cracking its ribcage wide open and allowing the contents inside to splash against my greaves.