Primordial Villain with a Slave Harem

Chapter 1138: Black Fang’s Entrance

Chizuru’s head snapped up instantly as soon as her spirit felt death descend on the battlefield.

Every nerve in her body screamed the truth she didn’t want to believe. But still, she forced her neck to crane back, her eyes to search. The sky above split with a streak of dark purple as a meteor hurtled down upon them.

Black Fang.

Her descent was silent, eerily so. If not for centuries of experience, Elder Chizuru wouldn’t have even realized she was coming for their necks. This woman was the definition of a professional killer. Their soldiers didn’t realize her descent; they had no idea what was coming.

The elder stared into the face of the woman, which was an unreadable mask of cold porcelain, but her eyes… her eyes burned with unfiltered killing intent that hollowed the soul.

Chizuru’s throat tightened, and her body moved before her mind could form words. There was no time to gasp, no time to give a warning to their soldiers.

Black Fang’s katana ignited in a terrible purple sheen as she spoke the name of her strike.

“[Serpent of Ten Thousand Graves].”

She made a hand gesture, and a tide of venom burst forth from her very body. Fangs glinted in the skies as a colossal serpent took form. Its body was woven not of flesh but of death itself, every scale a grave, every breath a funeral dirge. The spectral wyrm howled with the voices of the countless enemies she’d slain.

Its dreadful roar rattled bones and hearts alike of her enemies below as it plunged downward, hungering to drag all it touched into the abyss of graves it carried within.

Chizuru did not hesitate. She stomped into the earth and cried, “[Komainu Guard]!” A pair of ancestral guardian hounds of bronze and flame sprang from the ground at their summoner’s command.

They were massive creatures that had their teeth bared and their tails bristling with fire. The two summoned beings hurled themselves at the serpent’s coiling maw.

Kaede moved as well.

She drew breath and let a sword chant snap from her lips as a single command. “[Gekka no Ichimonji]!”

Her katana became a sliver of moonlight. She advanced with the calm of someone who had lived on the edge of battle her entire life, and with a single, clinical strike, she met Black Fang’s attack.

Where the serpent’s shadow sought to kill and devour, Kaede’s art split the attack into an arc that rang against the purple aura.

Steel and spell collided, and the world howled from the impact.

Black Fang’s spectral serpent coiled and lunged, its grave-born body smashing into the bronze-and-flame komainu. Fangs clashed with fangs as shadow venom ripped into spirit-fire. The sound of their struggle hammered into lungs and bones alike.

Kaede’s moonlit blade sang against Black Fang’s katana, the two locked in a clash that seemed to split the air itself. The serpent’s force pressed down with Black Fang’s will behind it; a killing intent sharpened into art. Kaede answered with unflinching calm.

“Everyone below level 70, clear out! Don’t waste your lives on the impossible!” Chizuru ordered with a raw shout as she poured her lifeblood, her mana into her guardians, making their fiery bodies snap and snarling against the serpent’s overwhelming hunger. Kaede’s muscles tensed as she fought to pry open even the smallest gap in Black Fang’s killing strike.

“Grh!” Kaede grunted with sheer effort, her stoic face crumbling as she was forced to put all she had into her attack. The fruits of her efforts became apparent in the next moment, when the guardians held just long enough for Kaede’s technique to carve through the serpent’s descent.

The backlash detonated in a single, rapid wave. Black-purple corruption burst outward in a shockwave that ripped through the nearest ranks of Fujimori.

Chizuru’s earlier warning wasn’t the useless worries of an overly cautious elder.

Where that venomous aura touched flesh, soldiers broke. Agonizing screams rose as skin sloughed, armor buckled and melted, and bodies collapsed into bile-colored ooze that hissed into the soil.

“It burns… Goddess…!”

“HELP ME! AAAHHH!”

“PLEASE!!!”

Healers chanted desperately, doing their utmost to save their comrades, but their spells slid uselessly across the corruption, unable to bind or cleanse it. Men and women clawed at their own bodies, gurgled pleas for salvation, and fell into silence as the battlefield drank their remains.

A single figure stood amidst the carnage.

Black Fang had landed, her descent finishing with no wasted motion, her body as steady as if she had merely stepped down from a ledge instead of falling straight out of the clouds. The battlefield itself seemed to recoil from her presence. Her katana hung at her side, oozing the same venomous death that had slaughtered men without touching them.

Her porcelain face betrayed nothing. No joy. No hatred. No triumph. Only stillness, like a doll animated by the sole purpose of killing.

She lifted her gaze and locked onto Kaede’s.

A grim reaper in human form.

A murder machine.

Death incarnate, wrapped in black and purple silks.

Kaede and Chizuru staggered but stood as the wave rolled over them. Kaede’s composure held, her moonlit blade still drawn, her eyes locked on Black Fang’s with the gaze of a leader who would never show fear. Beside her, Chizuru spat blood into the dirt, but her eyes gleamed with fire. It was an old warrior’s defiance.

None of them looked like hopeless prey.

All three women were monsters, and the battlefield bent beneath the weight of their clash.

“I knew it. This was Devil’s plan,” Kaede declared. She finally understood why that strange man was so careless with his actions, why he was basically baiting her to make a move. He had a trump card to play.

Elder Chizuru wasn’t so interested in understanding Devil’s thinking. Instead, the old woman looked at Black Fang and sighed with an exhaustion that had been building for a very, very long time. “Child, why are you so difficult? We’ve been more than kind to you throughout the centuries. We offered you a home, riches, power, whatever you desire. But you kept denying our invitation.”

Chizuru stepped forward. “Accept your heritage already. You belong to the Fujimori. You share our blood and our history. Deny it all you like, but that does not change the truth; you are one of us.”

Black Fang did not blink. Her gaze never left Kaede. When she finally spoke, her voice was flat and disinterested. “I do not care.”

Chizuru’s mouth tightened. “How can you not care? Your features mark you. Only the Fujimori carry that line across Iskaris. You are one of us, whether you like it or not.”

Black Fang’s eyes slid to the elder for the first time. Her tone hardened, becoming even colder and distant than before. Understanding that the old woman didn’t get what she meant with her previous response, Black Fang elaborated. “I do not care for bloodlines.”

Chizuru did not relent. Her voice grew pitiful. “I understand the pain of your infant years, child. I know what was done. But that was four centuries ago. The world moves on. You could renounce a bitter memory and take what the clan offers. Look, even your class is one that is spoken of in our legends! You could use the guidance we offer.”

Black Fang’s hand tightened on her hilt.