My Servant System

Chapter 780 779: Tricky Cult (1)

Chapter 780 Chapter 779: Tricky Cult (1)

Kat PoV

"Alright, I'll head out first! Leone, Lady Ammit, please keep applying pressure to that Deacon opposite us! We can't let him have the luxury to do as he pleases, or else we'll be dealing with an unpleasant amount of summons instead of this manageable amount!"

My Vampiric lover nodded, her eyes still that blazing crimson as she hurled yet another sphere of condensed flames straight towards the Deacon, giving me her answer through actions instead of through words.

Ammit did the same, the usually air headed woman surprisingly serious as she weaved together red and green runes to create an azure Ritual Circle, summoning lightning bolt after lightning bolt to continue applying pressure to the Deacon's defenses, though sometimes she aimed not for the dome of mana but instead for Leone's fireballs, imbuing them with her mana to amplify their power by at least twofold.

Getting the answers I wanted, I turned towards Luci and said "Locate Anput amongst the other squads and tell her to hurry up. That's if she isn't already done playing with her food..."

The Demoness just nodded, before watching as I dropped down to the ground silently, my Wind Mana slowing my fall and allowing me to shoot forwards like an arrow out of a bow as I made my way towards Jahi, the sight of the tall blue skinned Demoness surrounded by dozens upon dozens of monsters and Cultists making my blood boil.

First though, I stopped amid the dozen corpses that had been the first to fall amongst the Cult, looking them over and frowning before releasing a miniature blizzard around myself, freezing the corpses and sapping the mana from their bodies to prevent the rise of any undead, before making my way over towards the still breathing, silver armored figure of Deacon Renama, who was leaning against a building and unconscious.

To be safe though, I held up my Khopesh and tapped her shoulder, before tapping it against her throat, studying her facial features and searching for any signs of comprehension in those muscles.

Finding none, I nodded and swiftly began to make sure her body was secured, moving her weapons away and doubling the initial bindings that Jahi gave her, encasing her limbs in blocks of solid ice and freezing them to the ground, before ripping off a long strip of her robe and stuffing it in her mouth, which made her wake up, startled at the sudden rough treatment.

Her emerald eyes flared with power, but sadly for her there was no way to output that power reliably, and with the cloth stuffed between her jaws, the woman's favored form of attack was gone; invocations needed words to give them shape, the same way runes were needed to give spells shape.

Without them, you were more liable to hurt yourself in an attempt to wield that mana then you were to do any good, and unless she wanted a blown apart jaw and a slow, agonizing death, she would just remain here.

Thinking so, I leaned down and gave the Foxkin a comforting pat on her cheek before whispering "Be a good girl now and sit tight, hmm~? Otherwise, you and I can have some real~ fun times together as I take my time peeling you like an apple~! Either way, you WILL be suffering some, but you can perhaps atone in your final moments... or not; I don't care either way. But... just sit tight, alright~?"

I giggled at the enraged Foxkin, her eyes smoldering as she tried to break my ice, only to have those eyes go wide as I pulled back the Khopesh and dug the hooked tip into her shoulder, still grinning as I twisted the blade and ruined her right arm, leaving her without the use of either limb thanks to the damage Jahi had done earlier.

She screamed into the cloth, those eyes now wet with agonized tears as she glared at me, only to flinch as I pulled the blade back again and tapped its blood soaked tip against her hip this time, threatening her with the same treatment.

The woman fell silent a moment later, and I nodded before standing up, grinning down at her as I felt that familiar pleasurable rush that this sort of thing gave me.

The scent of her blood, the way those eyes continued to moisten even as I moved the blade away, the beauty of those crimson droplets...

All of it was beautiful to me, and I had to reluctantly tear my eyes away from my prey as I looked towards Jahi, the rush of amusement and determination coming from her side of the bond making me frown as I wondered what happened.

Seeing her grinning at that damnable Satanya, I snarled quietly before making my way towards them both, the previous joy I felt from toying with that Foxkin now gone and replaced with an irritation that threatened to give way to anger.

The various monsters around Jahi tried to kick, claw and skewer her with their long limbs and sharp horns, their gangly forms making them quick yet frail, and in front of Jahi they weren't even quick.

Her blade rose and fell as she cut through the various monsters to reach the various Cultists instead, locating the mortals amongst the crowd of monsters and wading towards them, prioritizing their demise over anything else as she blocked and cut the monsters around herself.

Clenching my hand around the hilt of my Khopesh, I felt my lips curl into a sneer as my eyes flickered towards Satanya, who was wearing an arrogant smirk as she darted around the battlefield, leaving behind corpses whoever she went.

I set into a sprint as I saw that, my eyes narrowing as I allowed my Wind Mana to surge into my veins, hastening my body and allowing me to launch myself into the fray besides my Mistress, piercing the skull of one of these monsters with the Khopesh as I sheathed it in Ice, splintering the bone and displacing the brain as I killed it instantly.

[Imp of Change killed, 18,750 Xp awarded!]