The Damned Demon

Chapter 153 Feeling Lucky?

Tristan was shocked and panicked, his eyes widening in disbelief, "What…what the hell?"

How could he not be upon seeing Remy's grandmother, who was at least 90 years old, suddenly becoming younger until she looked like she was in her early thirties. She looked so beautiful but frightening at the same time.

Her aura was also completely different and overwhelming, making him feel a sense of dread he had never felt before, especially upon seeing the dark, eerie light in her eyes.

He watched with horror as he saw the dark vermilion lines running across her skin. He could tell that she was corrupted and was probably here to kill him.

Fear began to seep into every nerve of his body as he immediately ordered his men, "Kill her! Now!!"

Samuel, too, was taken aback by her sudden transformation. His expression became grim as he murmured under his breath, "Firestorm Huntress?"

But he quickly regained his composure and ordered Kyla, "Prepare the jet to leave. Now!"

The atmosphere in the hangar had shifted to one of tension and chaos as every one of Tristan's men stepped forward with their rifles and began to shoot at Grace.

Dozens and dozens of bullets shining with the light of mana zoomed through the air at indescribable speeds. It was quite obvious these bullets were not ordinary at all but carried the power of low-level B Rank Hunters.

However, all of the expressions fell when Grace stood in the same spot and simply raised her hand, making the bullets stop in mid-air, hovering in place.

Tristan's men stopped shooting as they lost strength in their fingers upon seeing this sight.

A dark smile crossed Grace's face as she closed her hand into a fist, causing the bullets to turn red-hot and slowly rotate in mid-air like a deadly swarm of bees ready to attack.

Tristan and his men stumbled back, fear and disbelief etched onto their faces upon seeing those red-hot bullets facing them. They had already realized they were no match for this powerful woman who stopped all those bullets with a mere flick of her wrist.

"That is not the way to greet a lady, boys," She said in a cold and sarcastic tone, "Let me give you all a warm welcome," Saying so, with a flick of her palm, she released the bullets and watched as they cut through the air at insane speeds, shooting back towards Tristan's men.

Tristan shut his eyes close in terror, thinking he was dead meat.

But all he heard was the sound of those bullets tearing through the armor and flesh of his men like hot knives through better, making them let out howls of misery.

They all fell to the ground, writhing in agony, though their screams died soon after.

Tristan's teeth were chattering, and his body was frozen in fear after hearing all those chilling sounds. He still wondered if he was dead or not, making his legs shiver.

But he slowly opened his trembling eyes, only to have them widen in terror upon seeing the lifeless bodies of his men littered around the hangar floor.

Blood seeped from their wounds, staining the concrete with a dark crimson hue. 

"Feeling lucky, little boy?" Grace asked with a chuckle as she began to slowly walk forward, her long vermillion hair dancing gracefully in the air as the fans of the jet began to spin.

Tristan's breath caught in his throat, and he stumbled back as he saw her walking forward. He flailed his hands as he said, "P-Please…Don't kill me!"

Samuel had no plans to stay and deal with this mess as he discreetly ordered his men to take those five girls inside. 

And just as he was about to climb up the steps into his jet, Grace's sarcastic voice echoed behind him, "Leaving the party already?"

Samuel frowned, feeling a sense of unease as he turned to face her and said, "We have no business with each other, Huntress. I don't want to fight you."

Grace's lips twisted into a sneer, "You should feel that way because you're going to die, whether you want to fight or not," Her cold and sardonic tone sent chills down Samuel's spine.

Samuel's tone turned harsh and angry as he warned her, "Don't do anything stupid. You have no idea who I am working for. If you cross me and create trouble for us, you'll be a dead woman. I am giving you this warning out of respect for a senior."

Grace let out a cold chuckle and said, "Don't be so coy, junior. I am a dying old woman. Do you really think I care about death at this point? All that matters to me is that reaping your soul is going to be quite useful for me. But the fact that you are connected to Gary and his guild motivates me even more."

Tristan watched nervously as Grace threatened Samuel. But the bulb in his head turned on as he decided to use this distraction to slip away unnoticed and call his father.

However, before he could make a move, Grace snapped her fingers together without even looking in his direction, and what followed was the sound of a loud crackle coming off from Tristan's ankle.

"AARGH!" Tristan howled with a grimace as he felt a searing pain in his ankle and stumbled to the ground, clutching his injured ankle.

He took a look, only to be horrified to see that it had twisted unnaturally to the side. His heart pounded against his chest, stricken with fear upon realizing how terrifying Grace was.

"Kyla, deal with her," Samuel ordered as Kyla stepped out of the jet. He knew she would die but since she was a peak B Rank Hunter, she would buy him enough time to get out of here.

Kyla took a deep breath with a hint of hesitation etched on her face. But she clenched her fists and jumped down.

Her feet perfectly landed on the ground, and as she stepped forward, the wind around her began to pick up and swirl. She waved her arms in the air as she sent a powerful gust of wind towards Grace, tearing the air apart as it traveled forward.

The concrete under the gust got torn off and blasted in different directions as it headed toward Grace.

Grace stood her ground, and with a casual flick of her wrist, she sent a wave of fire toward Kyla. The wind and flames clashed together in a fiery display of power, but Grace's flames easily overwhelmed Kyla's wind.

But by that time, Kyla had got close to Grace, her entire body briefly glowing, a sign of her using her enhancement magic to enhance her physician abilities.

She immediately threw a flurry of punches and kicks at Grace, trying to prevent her from getting any time to focus to use her powerful abilities.

Her punches and kicks were imbued with the power of the wind, and with each strike, the air crackled and sparked.

However, Grace effortlessly deflected her attacks by using only one hand while using her other hand to concentrate fiery light energy.

Kyla noticed Grace was charging her powers to use a spell, and so she let her fist charge forward, her wind magic enhancing her speed and power.

She aimed a powerful punch at Grace's face, but Grace's palm moved with lightning speed and deflected it.

Without missing a beat, Grace concentrated her fiery light energy and released a blinding flash of light.

"Urgh!" Kyla screamed as her eyes were blinded by the blinding flash of light, searing her eyeballs and making her stagger back.

Grace immediately took a step forward and grabbed Kyla's face with one hand. The moment her palm touched Kyla's skin, her head began to heat up rapidly.

? "AAAHHHHH!!!" Kyla let out a bloodcurdling scream as the intense heat burned through her skin, her muscles, and her skull. She tried to resist as she grabbed Grace's arm, but the heat was too much to bear, making her unable to focus on fighting back.

However, within the next two seconds, her screams died, and her arms went limp. Her skin burned away, revealing her charred black skull, and the next moment even her skull turned into ashes.

Grace flicked off the ash in her hands as Kyla's headless body fell to the ground.

Tristan's expression paled, seeing how Grace easily and brutally killed a peak B Rank Hunter.

She made it seem like Kyla was nothing before her, which was shocking since it was not something every A Rank Hunter could do. At least it would take more effort for them to bring down a peak B Rank Hunter unlike how Grace made it seem like she was toying with a kid.

He was beginning to realize why his father still seemed a bit wary of her. However, he was still holding out hope that Samuel could kill her. He was a mid-level A Rank Hunter and not one to be messed with.

Grace turned her attention toward the huge black jet. She raised both her hands, focusing all her energy on it.

Dark vermillion lines cracked across her face even more as she began to heat up the jet from the middle from afar.

The heat radiating from the metal of the jet was so intense that it seemed to distort the air around it. The sound of metal being heated up and warped under the intense heat was deafening.

The midsection of the jet began to glow red hot, making it buckle and bend.

Grace furrowed her brows, and with a loud shout, she summoned a blast of willforce energy to split the jet apart in the middle.

Tristan's breath froze as he watched the jet slowly begin to split apart from the middle, the metal twisting and bending, glowing red-hot.

A deafening roar of metal getting blasted away echoed in the hangar as the jet got split in half completely before the two halves were sent hurtling in different directions, crashing out of the hangar.

Just a minute or two ago, Samuel who was inside the jet was activating his teleportation chamber which would directly send him to a safe place. But it needed some time to charge, and he felt Kyla would buy him enough time to use this.

However, suddenly he felt the jet lurch and shake beneath him as he saw, with furrowed brows, how the jet began to split apart in the middle.

He tried to maintain his balance as the plane shuddered and broke apart around him.

But his eyes widened when he felt the floor beneath him slip backward.

He grunted in frustration and decided to jump out, realizing there was no other choice. If only he had got a minute more, he could have teleported from here, even if it would have cost him a bit.

He leaped out of the doomed plane, feeling the rush of wind in his face as he landed on the ground below.

He turned around to face Grace, his eyes burning with anger and uneasiness, "You will regret forcing me into this situation," He snarled as he lifted his leg and brought it down with a loud thud, causing the ground to tremble beneath his feet.

As he stomped his foot, a surge of energy shot through the earth, causing the concrete to rise up and cover his body like a second skin. The concrete molded itself into a powerful armor, covering every inch of his body and forming sharp, jagged spikes all over.

Samuel let out a deep growl as he flexed his arms, feeling the power of the earth coursing through him as a brown light emanated from his body, "You may have been stronger in the past but now I am going to bury you under the earth," Samuel said in a deep, threatening voice as his eyes glinted with killing intent.