The Damned Demon - Chapter 775

Chapter 775: Overwhelming The Master



Asher stumbled back slightly, gesturing frantically for her to quiet down, "Sshh, don't make any sounds. We're safe for now... I think," he said, his gaze flicking toward the undead in the distance.

"Safe?" Lori hissed, lowering her voice but maintaining her tone of reprimand, "You call thisss safe? Skully will now kill us both! Why didn't you just run? Keckkk!"

Lori let out a rasping cough, her massive serpentine body began to shimmer faintly, her scales pulsing with a dim purple light. With a low hiss, she shrank in size, coiling her smaller form tightly against the cold floor. Her head rested wearily on her coils as her eyes narrowed with

fatigue.

Asher sighed, sitting down beside her, his flaming green gaze dimmed with concern, "I couldn't run and leave you to die, Lori," he said softly, his voice tinged with guilt, "I told you I'm not going to do that. I should be the one asking why you came down here when I told you not to. The air here... it's even worse for you, isn't it? I thought you said you won't come down here to collect my corpse."

Lori let out a defiant hiss, her forked tongue flicking as she glared at him, "Ssss, of course, I can't risk losing my breeding vessel. If, for some reason, that draconian woman doesn't deliver my child, I still need you." Her tone was sharp, but her words carried an underlying warmth, even if masked by her usual sass.

Asher blinked, disbelief washing over his skeletal visage, "You're still on about that in a situation like this? Didn't you notice what we're up against?"

"That ugly sssskully? Don't tell me it's your relative or something," Lori retorted with a scoff, though her voice held a slight tremor of unease.

Asher let out a dry chuckle, "My relative? Not a chance. But..." His voice trailed off as he glanced toward the distant figure of the undead, now still but looming ominously, "Its powers... they are eerily similar to mine. Or rather, to the undead I can create."

Lori's eyes widened, her head lifting slightly, "Y-You can create undead? Brat, how many powerssss are you hiding?" she asked incredulously, her tail flicking in disbelief.

Asher shook his head, his tone matter-of-fact, "I'm not exactly hiding it. I just rarely use them. But those undead I've created-they're nothing compared to this thing. The resemblance is uncanny, though. How is that even possible? I'm not capable of creating something this powerful. If I were, we wouldn't even be here."

Lori narrowed her eyes, her tail twitching thoughtfully, "Then maybe your relative really did live here at ssssome point. You're always boasting about your 'immortal bloodline.' Maybe someone related to your race turned that human into an undead?"

Asher's gaze darkened as he processed her words, "That doesn't make sense. Just because someone shares my race doesn't mean they'd have the same powers." His mind flashed to the source of his Hellbringer abilities-the Ring of Damnation. He knew his powers didn't simply just come from his bloodline.

However, it was true that someone did create this undead. But where was its master? If they were alive, they would have shown themselves. But if they weren't...how could this undead not turn to dust?

Or were his powers really not unique? Did someone else also possess them?

Lori hissed with mild exasperation, "Sssss, you think you're that sssspecial? Fine, then what'sss your theory, smarty?"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Asher turned his gaze back toward the undead, his fingers clenching into a fist, "I don't think it matters. That thing is guarding whatever's behind that rock. Whether it's a way out or something important, it's worth risking everything to find out. So many people died here trying to get through, and it killed them all effortlessly."

Lori's eyes followed his gaze, her serpentine form trembling slightly, "You aren't sssseriously thinking of fighting it again, are you?"

Asher reached into his Damned Dimension and pulled out multiple health potions, their glowing liquid swirling ominously. His dark yellow eyes flickered with grim determination as he said, "You know me. I'm someone who can afford to cheat death a few times." He raised one of the potions to his mouth, chugging it down with a grimace before bracing himself for what was to come.

Lori's eyes narrowed as she watched him grimace and begin to sacrifice his life force, "Brat, what kind of sssstupidity are you doing now? Are you trying to kill yourself?"

energy.

Back in the dark hall, Lori let out a gasp of relief as Asher materialized far ahead, right at the spot he vanished from. Her serpentine body uncoiled slightly, her eyes narrowing as she cried out aloud, "Brat! What wasss that? Where did you go? You really got rid of it?" she demanded, her voice sharp with a mix of worry and shock.

Asher dusted himself off, the flames on his skeletal form dimming slightly, "Told you I had a plan. It's not coming back," he said with confidence, turning his attention to the massive black rock once more, "Now, let me figure out how to move this thing. We can talk once we are

out of here."

Lori hissed, still uneasy, but she couldn't deny the relief coursing through her, "Ssss, well, at least it'ssss gone. But I hope you know what you're doing, brat."

Asher didn't respond, his focus entirely on the rock. But just as he began to assess it again, the air around him grew unnervingly cold as a sudden, oppressive presence made his instincts

scream.

He froze before he slowly turned. His eyes widened as he saw the undead standing only a few feet away, its dead gaze fixed on him.

"No..." Asher mumbled, disbelief washing over him, "This cannot be... I trapped you in

there..." His voice was barely above a whisper, his mind racing to comprehend how the undead had escaped the Damned Dimension-a feat that should have been impossible.

Lori's jaw dropped, her serpentine form shrinking instinctively as she hissed in shock, "How...How did it get back here? You said it wasss gone!"

'As if I know!' Asher wanted to shout back at her, but right now, he was too shocked to do that.

The undead began to approach Asher again, its movements just as methodical and menacing

as before. The faint green light in its hollow sockets flickered, casting a spectral glow that made the oppressive darkness even more unsettling.

Asher gritted his teeth, transforming into his Hellbringer Form, "Fuck it. I'll just trap you in a

bigger cage," he growled, raising his hand to drag it into his Damned Dimension once more and give it another try.

But before he could complete the motion, the undead moved with blinding speed. Its charred

hands shot forward, gripping Asher's wrists in an ironclad hold. Asher's flames dimmed under the sheer force of its grip, his skeletal form struggling to break free. "What the hell?" Asher hissed, his voice laced with frustration and shock. He tried to summon

the Damned Dimension again, but the undead's grip seemed to disrupt his connection to it.

"You... You're not just an ordinary damned slave, are you?" Asher muttered, his voice barely above a whisper as he stared into its hollow sockets. He knew that no undead-especially the damned slaves commanded-should have the ability to leave the Damned Dimension on their own, let alone block his powers.

How could they when he was supposed to be the Hell Master of the Damned Dimension!