I Will Create a Good Ending for the Yandere Villainess

Chapter 633: Jungle Lord vs Disfigured Human? [4]

Within moments after the technique’s completion, a humongous net of electrifying slashes surged forward - moving at unprecedented speed, destroying and burning everything in its path.

The Salesman, who was in line to be hit, couldn’t avoid such a high-speed attack!

With its only hope to take it head-on, it surrounded its body in shadows - bolstering its defences for the worst to come. However, before it could fully finish such a task, the attack had already arrived!

The attack shredded through its defences, as if it were made of paper, and crashed into its body, sinking deep into its flesh.

When the electrifying slashes had sunk far enough and no longer had any other directions to move to—

BOOM!

—They detonated.

A humongous cloud of smoke erupted, blotting out a large landmass as gurgling cries resounded hauntingly from within.

The Jungle Lord, who still remained standing on a rooftop, huffed - preparing for another attack.

...

”M-MONSTER! MONSTER...!” A person shouted, their face completely stricken with fear as they ran for their lives.

Lillian had a grave expression as she tried her best to evacuate the civilians around her, which proved more difficult than she had expected.

Those who grew up in the Underworld were a lot more difficult to reason with; thus, it was harder to get their trust. And because of the Jungle Lord’s abrupt decision to bring the Salesman to the surface, the civilians were all controlled by their panic rather than reason.

And usually, when panic was present, there was always chaos.

’How annoying...!’

”Oi! Get ya hands off ’em, ya weirdo!”

Making out the sounds of Millis’s voice amidst the cacophony of panicked screams, Lillian twisted her head around - finding the Heroine to be kicking off a man from another.

Lillian’s expression darkened even more.

By now, she had seen a few different cases of this. In the midst of chaos, there would always be someone who would try to reap the benefits of a situation.

In this case, it was either a thief desperate for money or a thug trying to kill off his competitor; that was evil of greed, but also the goodness of greed, for in every moment there was always an opportunity for benefits.

That was why Lillian didn’t particularly scorn their actions; she knew they just wanted to get ahead, regardless of the means.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t mind them. Because of them, her efforts in evacuating the civilians were constantly being interrupted.

As the two continued their efforts in evacuating, the constant sounds of explosions continued to ring aloud - the black smoke cloud growing ever more.

Eventually, it stopped.

Resting the flatside of his greatsword on his shoulder, the Jungle Lord scrutinised the destruction he had caused; the area of a quarter of a mile long was covered in either flames or shattered remains of homes.

Naturally, this sight didn’t bring either guilt nor regret to his eyes. Instead, he was waiting for the Salesman to exit the dense veil of smoke.

And when it did, he knelt down on the roof with a dark viridian glow in his eyes.

Escaping from the tower of smoke, the abomination crawled out pitifully. Its singular arm had the texture of charred wood, and its fur was completely set on fire; electricity continued to jump around inside its exposed wounds.

Due to the severity of its wounds, the strength in its body was now rapidly depleting even more; its hope to escape was lessening by the second.

Using its healing item again, the Salesman could feel its mana take a dip as well. Due to the constant need to heal its injuries, it was rapidly depleting its mana.

Originally, if the Salesman were his normal self, it wouldn’t take a large amount. But that was only because of his size. Unlike his current form, which had sustained injuries more than a few metres in length, he hadn’t ever sustained an injury that stretched taller than his entire body.

The abomination was running out of both mana and will to keep on fighting.

Using its white eyes, which were now partially stained in blood around the edges, it looked towards the Jungle Lord; hatred and dread filled its eyes.

The Wendigo pressed his hooves against the rooftop, flexing the muscles in his legs as - with a burst of explosive strength - he shot forward, soaring through the air like a bird.

SWOOSH...!

And with blurring speed, he appeared above the abomination without it even realising. Then, without any intention to let it get up, the Jungle Lord unleashed a flurry of slashes in the air.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Electricity flashed through the air, smashing down hard on the Salesman, who jolted back from the painful impacts.

Covering the back of its head and neck, the thing was subjected to a hellish rain of attacks.

The desperate fear in its heart began to become diluted with the feeling of rage and humiliation.

How was it that something so much smaller could force it into such a state? How was it that it couldn’t best the Wendigo no matter how heavily it struck?

Was it just weak?

...

No, it wasn’t weak. It was just that its opponent was far stronger than itself.

No matter how mindless and foolish a creature may be, there was one thing every living being had in common - a sense of pride. And right now, any thoughts of escape the Salesman had were replaced with one goal.

Attempting to escape would only scar its already-shattered pride. Therefore, if it was going to die today regardless of how it could defend itself, why shouldn’t it expend every last bit of resources to drag its killer along with it?

The forced grin on the Salesman’s face became more exaggerated as a suicidal look of madness painted its lidless white eyes.

SWISH!

”SKREEEH...!”

With an electrical slash, the Jungle Lord severed the last remaining arm the abomination had left; it was now rendered disabled.

Lillian, who managed to catch a glimpse of this from afar, sighed in relief.

The battle was most likely almost over.

With a random thought, she turned to Millis.

But what she found was...

”Huh? Millis?”

Nothing.

The direction in which Lillian would find Millis was without a Heroine. Lillian subtly widened her eyes at this.

Twisting her head left and right, Lillian was left deeply perplexed; where had Millis disappeared off to?

The Rabbit frowned.

Just because the battle was near the end, it didn’t mean they could just disappear somewhere without telling the other.

As Lillian was about to venture off to find the Heroine, she felt a tug from her right hand.

With a glance down, she met the large and innocent eyes of a small child.

Messy blonde hair, dark eyes, sunken cheeks, and skinny limbs... the child looked no younger than five years old.

Lillian felt her frown deepen even further, her heart clenching the moment she heard:

”H-have you seen m-my m-mommy...?”

”Oh, u-uhm... how about we go find her, shall we?”

With maternal instincts, Lillian instantly knelt down and picked the child up into her arms.

She was going to need to postpone her search for Millis.

...

Thump.

Falling onto the abomination’s back, the crowned Wendigo calmly waltzed his way over to the back of the behemoth’s neck, unserious and relaxed.

Then, with a dark viridian glow in his eyes, he raised his greatsword over his head - prepared to deliver the finishing blow.

But then...

Schwoop...

He watched as shadow blanketed the land around him.

Within the radius of two miles, shadows extended from underneath the abomination - covering the land and plunging it into darkness.

The Jungle Lord’s eyes returned to their usual white glow; he was stunned. He hadn’t expected such a large-scale move, especially with how weak the Salesman appeared.

Was it trying to dive into the shadows again?

No, such a move of this size didn’t look like any preparations for escape.

In fact, it looked more like a last-ditch effort to harm him!

And he was right.

The Salesman knew that diving into the shadows would be a meaningless expenditure of mana. Without limbs, it doubted it would get far - and it doubted that it could capture the Jungle Lord into the dark realm.

Thus, it was going to do something else.

It was going to self-detonate.

Any monsters B rank and above, mages included, were capable of self-detonating.

By purposefully overwhelming the Shells of your Mana Core and destroying the entire magical organ with their mana, they would essentially explode with energy equivalent to how much mana they had left.

This method required a lot of time to prepare and was only ever commonly used as a last-ditch effort to kill your enemies. Even the bravest of men wouldn’t try to attempt this unless backed into a corner.

That was because, on the unlikely chance you survive the self-detonation, you would be permanently crippled from ever using mana again; a destroyed Mana Core cannot be treated or fixed, not even the Jester would be able to help you.

An example of someone who was close to self-detonating was the previous Headmaster of Luton’s School of Prestigious Magic, Starbringer.

If he hadn’t been killed before preparing for his self-detonation, he would’ve destroyed the entire Academy Realm, bathing it in a sea of hot flames.

This was the same thing the Salesman was going to try to do.

Watching as even the body of the Salesman became a darker shade, the Jungle Lord’s eyes flashed back to their dark viridian glow.

Danger!

Without knowing what the Salesman was doing, the Jungle Lord leapt back; his instincts telling him to run far!

But before he could get far, the shadows blanketing the land suddenly drew back into the Salesman’s crippled body; his form grew even darker, becoming intimidating.

A few dozen seconds was all that was needed for a self-detonation to happen, but in such an intense battle where speed was crucial, a few dozen seconds were immensely long. And unfortunately, with the retreat of the crowned Wendigo, the Salesman had just long enough to complete it.

Its body was completely matte-black, like it had become one with the void. Then, its body began to break apart like glass - cracking and shattering.

It was about to detonate!

The air seemingly lost its warmth, the mana in the air moving into a standstill - no longer vibrating from activity.

The world then began to lose its colour slightly.

Both the Jungle Lord and Lillian, who were still in reach of the Salesman’s two-mile radius, were set to be swallowed in the explosion - along with all the evacuees.

Besides the Jungle Lord, with his overwhelming speed, and Lillian’s ability to recall her items back to her Mana Realm, which included her soul, everyone in reach would be killed!

With just a moment before detonation, the Salesman opened its smiling mouth to roar.

But then...

SWOOSH!

Something fell out of the sky, it looked to be an axe of some kind and barbaric-looking one at that. It was spinning rapidly, creating the sound reminiscent of a helicopter blade, and it appeared to have been hurled from afar, judging by its falling arch.

Thus, in the next moment, right before the Salesman could get his voice out—

”SKREE—”

SKRCH!

—The axe had already sliced through its neck, cleaving through its dense bone, and lobbing the abomination’s head off.

Then, when the axe hit the ground, it was immediately swallowed by the earth below - leaving behind the beheaded corpse of the Salesman, who was only half a second away from detonation.

It was now dead.

The Jungle Lord, who watched this happen, steadily slowed down his movements before swiftly returning to the monster’s side.

Walking over, he watched as the shadows covering the Salesman slowly dissipated under the moon’s illuminating light - eventually, revealing the abomination’s corpse.

Seeing that it was really dead, the Jungle Lord let out a sigh of deep frustration, but also subtle relief.

Sensing that Lillian was nearby, he began making his way over, having already completed his task.

But then—

CLANG!

—He was attacked.

Brandishing his greatsword, he fended off a swift strike from a person clothed in all back.

Then—

CLANG!

—He blocked another.

What followed was the parrying of four other individual strikes.

CLANG CLANG CLANG CLANG

And shockingly, these strikes managed to push him back a step.

The Jungle Lord’s eyes flashed with a dark veridian light as he scanned his surroundings.

Currently, he was surrounded by six individuals clothed in black; they each wore a crimson wolf mask.