As she flicked her finger, the blood blade flew and cut off Oliverâs tonfa in an instant.
It was quite surprising. It was a weapon with maximum strength, filled with mana.
â⊠Fourth (Duncan) would be disappointed.â
Oliver threw the broken tonfa at Bathory, and immediately took out a quarterstaff from his pocket.
The quarterstaff, shrunk by reduction magic, quickly returned to its original size, and Oliver took his usual combat stance.
âWowâŠâ
Bathory showed interest in Oliverâs quick weapon change and once again sent a blood blade flying.
This time, it was large enough to cut a person in half.
Oliver wrapped his quarterstaff with a black suit and then struck the blood blade directly, aiming for the relatively weak side rather than the blade.
Chacha -!
Fortunately, Oliverâs judgment worked.
As he hit the side, the blade shattered like glass.
Oliver took advantage of the momentum, controlling the black suit directly to perform acrobatic movements, breaking the blood blade while quickly approaching Bathory.
He thought that if he just approached, he could do something, but this was a huge mistake.
âHow about this?â
At Bathoryâs will, the broken blade stopped in mid-air.
And in an instant, the blade fragments turned into water droplets, and the water droplets turned into needles, flying towards Oliver.
Surprised by the sudden change, Oliver reflexively retreated, blocking the blood needles with shadow tentacles, but it was impossible to block them all.
At least, thanks to the black suit, he wasnât effectively hit.
âItâs not completely safe eitherâŠâ
Oliver thought as he looked at the damaged black suit.
It was only because there was little blood and the black suit was three layers thick that it had blocked the attack; if the conditions had been slightly off, it would have been pierced.
âUmâŠâ
âIf youâre thinking of controlling blood, itâs better to give up. Itâs mixed with my blood, so itâs practically the same as my body.â
â⊠Are you reading my thoughts?â
âThereâs no need to read thoughts. Talented warlocks usually try to imitate me. Theyâre pretty arrogant.â
âAh⊠I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.â
âThereâs no need to apologize. Arrogance is the right of geniuses. And I donât dislike such geniuses. Itâs just a matter of using them well.â
Bathory spoke leisurely and attacked Oliver again with a blood blade.
This time, she reduced the size of the blade and increased the number, making it more difficult to avoid.
Considering the enclosed space, evading was virtually impossible.
So, Oliver decided to counterattack instead.
[Greed Fire]
The black flame that defeated Marie, female warlocks, and other difficult opponents in one shot flared up again. However, Bathory immediately blocked it.
âItâs a bit disappointing, isnât it? Using the same method thatâs already been broken. Donât tell me this is the only skill you have?â
Bathory snapped her fingers and tore the Greed Fire apart with the blood blade once more.
âI donât like hot things.â
âWhat about cold things, then?â
Oliver mixed mana and emotions into his quarterstaff and struck the ground with all his might.
The moment he hit the floor with a bang, the incantation at the end of the quarterstaff activated, and a black snowstorm whirled around.
ââŠ..?!â
Unexpectedly, Bathory was amazed and gathered the blood floating in the air to protect herself.
The snowstorm mixed with obsession emotion surprisingly froze Bathoryâs blood.
âAmazing?! Mixing cold and obsession, considering that blood is a liquid too.â
âThank you for the compliment.â
Oliver approached Bathory in an instant, imitating Cook and kicking the ground.
He approached her through the frozen blood, and Bathory seemed surprised, unable to follow with her eyes.
âYouâŠâŠâ
[Icicle]
Oliver shot icicles at Bathory at close range, impaling her and pinning her to the wall in that state.
Bang! Bang!
Pinned to the wall like a saint, Bathory groaned in pain and bled but did not lose her smile and composure. Rather, she seemed delighted.
â..âŠIt hurts quite a bit?â
âI really donât want to do this.â
Oliver sincerely spoke as he extracted Bathoryâs emotions and mana.
With the extraction, which was in a different dimension from ordinary warlocks, Bathoryâs emotions and mana flowed lumpily, and when Bathory tried to resist, Oliver stopped extracting, stored the mana in his body, and stored the emotions in a test tube. Then, he unleashed the snowstorm he had used earlier on Bathory.
[Binding Cold]
With the cold, countless snow and ice stained with obsessive emotions were fired at Bathory.
Bound by the persistent and tenacious cold, Bathoryâs body slowly stiffened, and soon, white snow crystals formed on her skin, and her whole body hardened like ice.
It seemed like a winning situation.
However, Bathoryâs relaxed emotions and Oliverâs senses, built through numerous battles, did not agree.
Bang!!
Oliver smashed Bathoryâs frozen abdomen with his quarterstaff, shattering her like a snowman, and stepped on her frozen body, turning her into minced meat.
âOh, this is bad.â
After completely crushing Bathoryâs corpse, Oliver looked around and said.
The blood frozen by the cold was not only silent but also increased its temperature by drawing out the mana contained within.
It was enough to surpass the ice created by Oliver.
To make matters worse, the blood that had accumulated outside the entrance in the hallway also flowed in this direction.
Seeing this, Oliver did not hesitate for a moment, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, activated the incantation, and opened a portal.
A large amount of blood that entered the entrance boiled like lava and rushed towards Oliver, and Oliver narrowly entered the portal and closed it immediately.
âAlright, Iâve made up my mind. I need to escape.â
Having evacuated to the safety zone inside the Chimera Laboratory through the portal, Oliver spoke with a confident voice.
No matter how he thought about it, Bathory wasnât an opponent he could defeat. Especially not in the well-prepared laboratory.
Even after freezing her body and shattering it to pieces, Bathory still fought by controlling a large amount of blood.
She even managed to counter the cold attacks infused with emotions and mana with her blood.
He might have been able to win if he continued to attack and accumulate damage, but Oliver was certain that he would be defeated first.
âI might be able to win with a Pilgaret, butâŠâ
Oliver shook his head.
There was no reason to fight Bathory at the expense of consuming a precious Pilgaret.
In the first place, Pilgaret was not meant for combat.
âFirst, I need to take Mr. Willes and leave this place.â
Oliver firmly decided and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.
Merlin had advised him to be cautious in using it, but Oliver always carried a few sheets of paper containing portal magic, just in case.
In particular, he always carried at least one sheet connected to his residence.
âI shouldâve placed them all in one spot instead of scattering them.â
Oliver went outside the room and moved to where Willes was.
He had placed the papers far apart from each other just in case, but now it seemed like a foolish choice.
âItâs strange. I scattered them because they say not to keep all your eggs in one basket, but itâs more inconvenient.â
âAre you investing in stocks too?â
Bathoryâs voice came from the crossroads he had just passed.
Pshhhhhhhhh-!
As soon as he heard the sound, Oliver used the shadow blade to cut Bathory, who was behind him.
The shadow blade, which was slashed diagonally, easily cut Bathoryâs body into several pieces according to the condensed emotions, but it didnât have much effect.
The pooled blood around her immediately supported Bathoryâs body and healed her.
âSheâs similar to Mr. Puppet, but different.â
Oliver thought while watching Bathory heal.
Puppetâs Corpse doll also had the ability to heal by consuming humans, but Bathoryâs level was a step higher.
It seemed like as long as there was blood, she could easily recover and even counterattack.
It was almost as if the blood was her own body.
Bathory, who seemed to have read Oliverâs thoughts, spoke.
âDonât be too surprised. This entire laboratory is like my belly, so itâs not because of your lack of skill.â
While connecting the veins in her blood, Bathory spoke with pure sincerity, not boasting.
âHow do you feel right now?â
âUm⊠I want to make peace with you, Lady Bathory.â
âIf you want to make peace, shouldnât you stop preparing magic behind your back?â
Bathory drew up the mana within her body and fired lightning magic at Oliver.
As she had said, it was pure magic, unable to mix with emotions and mana unless it was blood. Oliver created a temporary barrier with ice magic in one hand to block the lightning magic.
Although he managed to withstand it once, that was enough for Oliver.
[Black Mist]
He fired a black mist made of emotions at Bathory, blocking her vision.
The mist, made of emotions, even blocked the eye of a Warlock. With this-
âOver there?â
Before Oliver could finish his thought, the blood pooled around him flew like a spearhead.
He barely reacted in time, narrowly avoiding it, but he felt a chilling sensation as three layers of his black suit were torn apart in an instant.
It was really dangerous.
The black suit that always protected Oliver in any situation was torn apart by the attack.
In essence, the black suit, Oliverâs primary means of defense, was almost meaningless against Bathory.
Oliver tried to freeze the surroundings again with ice magic.
At that moment, the blood on the floor swarmed around Oliver with a sizzling sound.
It boiled and bubbled.
[Bloodfire]
Along with Bathoryâs incantation, the blood boiled like oil, and a deep red flame with adhesive properties ignited.
âUghâŠâ
It was so powerful that even Kevinâs flames seemed inferior. Moreover, it clung to the body like blood, burning its target more persistently.
As a result, the ice magic Oliver had prepared was burned by the flames without even being activated, and the black suit seemed to be devoured by the bloodfire like an oil-soaked rag.
The heat penetrated the black suit.
[Ecdysis]
With his skin exposed to the boiling Bloodfire, Oliver boldly abandoned his black suit and exploded it outward, forcibly pushing the surrounding flames away.
Of course, it was merely a temporary reprieve as Bathoryâs will and power kept the flames from disappearing completely.
As the aftermath of the explosion subsided, the crimson flames, fueled by blood, tried to engulf Oliver once again.
In an extremely dire situation with no minimum protective gear, Oliver didnât panic and instead focused his mana into his quarterstaff, slamming it into the weakened floor.
The floor crumbled immediately upon contact with the staff, and Oliver and Bathory fell to the level below.
âThisâŠ!â
A flustered Bathory momentarily lost control of the blood, but only for a moment. As soon as she landed on the floor, she manipulated the scattered Bloodfire to attack Oliver.
Of course, Oliver was also prepared.
âYou should have learned that the armor (black suit) is useless.â
Bathory covered Oliver with Bloodfire.
âSlightly cooked blood has quite a taste-â
âKwaang!!
Before Bathory could finish speaking, the Bloodfire was torn apart by a massive shockwave.
The flames, created by mixing hatred and mana through blood, were Bathoryâs pride, so she too seemed quite shocked by the turn of events.
Surprised, Bathory quickly regained her composure and reassembled the dissipating Bloodfire.
[Out Cry]
Oliver, clad in black armor, appeared as the crimson flames were swept away.
From the fully covered Oliverâs face, a mouth opened wide, and let out a scream filled with dark magical energy aimed at the Bloodfire.
The scream, imbued with physical force, not only blew away the Bloodfire but also left a massive hole in the ceiling, shaking the entire laboratory with a thunderous sound.
It was as if a dragon had breathed its breath.
Bathory was genuinely astonished for the first time in decades.
âWhat on earth is that-â
âExcuse me.â
Astonishingly, despite the bizarre appearance of being covered in a black suit, Oliver spoke in his usual calm voice.
This only made the atmosphere even more chilling.
With her mouth agape, Bathory tried to counterattack.
[Blood-]
[Out Cry]
Once again, Oliver fired a shockwave, and the shockwave overpowered Bathoryâs blood magic, directly hitting her