Reincarnated With SSS Deathless Skill in Female Dominated World!

Chapter 89: Death (2)

[A few minutes before Lothar barged into his room.]

Submerged in the purple blood of a lesser demon lineage, Hunter was assailed by its content entering his body system, trying to seize control over his bloodline.

Which was, to say the least, impossible.

The demon's blood froze within Hunter's veins, causing the devastating reaction of his veins getting ruptured from the inside. Soon, his flesh and bones followed the process.

And as the demon bloodline was persistent and stubborn, Hunter was locked in its nest, unable to move, only feeling pain and his entire system fighting against this disease.

Which was still not as painful as what he had felt on Earth.

His heart was intact, and soon, it drummed with the madness.

[Have you failed to understand who you are?]

Amidst the ravaging pain, the drums of his heartbeat filled Hunter's consciousness with this question, sounding calm and cold. It went without saying that the madness was not in its usual mood to go against Hunter to convince him to follow its desires…

But Hunter was in no place to talk.

Instead of conversing with this peculiar enemy dwelling in his world, Hunter contemplated how he could turn this situation to his advantage and gain the upper hand to escape this room before Lothar returned.

[Forced to bathe in this lowborn bloodline, you think of running away instead of killing the shit who threw you in here?]

Was that wrong?

How was that wrong?

Lothar had single-handedly defeated Seraphina and easily danced against Aimee's swordsmanship. The difference between them was clear, and it was not time for him to deal with this man.

Yet, the madness in his heart only drummed louder.

[Who are you?]

Listening to this cold and oddly soothing voice, Hunter thought of what he had already learned about himself and what he had gone through ever since he awakened Deathless Skill. All the clues that he gleaned about the inheritance and how it was connected to him momentarily had given him a new perspective of himself as it connected to his recent experiences.

Soon, Hunter's heartbeat returned to his tune as though he had put his hand on his chest.

Running away was not an option for him.

Not in this situation, at least!

The Immortal Origin within Hunter's heart shone, turning colder.

'I am… Death.'

[Kill! Kill! Kill!]

'I… will.'

As these two reached a temporary truce, Hunter activated his sealing skill on his palm, from which the madness came out in its bloody form. It rolled into the purple blood, devouring it like a snack, turning the entire pool from a shiny purple container to a red and cold one, filling the room with bone-chilling steam.

It was now a pool of Hunter's blood.

A few drops of red blood with golden sparks filled Hunter's body system, mending all his wounds.

At last, he came out of it, standing straight with the red pool sparkling behind him.

At that time, Lothar zoomed into the room, taking the crown of the corpse mountain for himself.

These two exchanged glances.

Hunter exhaled the cold breath and spread his arms, arching his head back.

Feeling The Immortal Origin more than ever before, Hunter wholeheartedly accepted the new information pouring into his mind from it.

His lips soon parted, and whispers of doom filled the room, "Law… Of… Resurrection."

Stirred by it, the pool of his red blood rose like a mantle of Death itself, casting the chilling shadow on Lothar and the entire pile of corpses, only for it to drop onto it like a tsunami, kicking Lothar back to the doors.

Meanwhile, cold blood sank into the dead bodies through seven orifices, filling their systems anew with much more profound energy than they had ever touched.

Hunter's hoarse voice once again billowed in the room, "Death's Honor! Ghoul!"

In an instant, howls of undead stretched to the ceiling, splashing in all directions to fill the cavernous room of the demon's domain to the brim. The entire place trembled under the cries of the deceased, who returned to mete out punishment for the bastard that had been tormenting them.

From the tip of the previously known mountain corpse, one by one, ghoul women rose to their feet and then tumbled off the spire to stand in front of the demon, witnessing the death in its budding form.

Their getting-up forms were naturally different and stronger, with their nails turning back and reeling off, turning into long claws ready to rip the demon asunder. Their eyes were inked, their hair turned black, and even their teeth were sheathed in the blades of darkness, sharp enough to gnaw out the tough flesh of monsters.

In the blink of an eye, an army of five hundred ghouls was before Lothar, all doing Hunter's bidding, standing with their backs hunched or straightened, heads low or high, with their claws trembling from the impatience.

Lothar whispered, "You're what I have been searching for, Hunter. This is fate, isn't it?" He chuckled and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Remember how I said that demons' ranks are based on how many units they have under themselves? I don't have my entire army in this domain, as my collections are spread across this continent, but I do have a few of them here to contest with your new little army, Hunter. To be clear, I have a thousand demons under me here. Domain's Gate."

As though turning the entire room into an escape room, Lothar activated a domain skill that he used to usher in his army to the new battlefield.

From the ceiling, walls, and even ground, demons and demonesses of various origins flew in, surrounding Hunter's Ghoul Army and him.

Lothar then seized control over the tremors by activating his demonic form, spreading his wings, and twisting his face to reveal fear-inducing eyes and teeth. On his forehead, an eye of one of the thirteen lineages popped, opening up to look at the situation.

From this eye, red, dark veins sprouted, littering Lothar's face.

This transformation shut the ghouls' screams and tremors, silencing the scene in cold respect and awe.

Only one man could move just fine.

The man who had the last say in this place.

"Death's Honor — Dullahan — Death Lord."