I Became the Simp Character I Roasted Online-Chapter 32: The Corrupted II

The frozen mud beneath its digitigrade legs exploded. Without warning, the aberrant creature lunged forward. Its acceleration was nonsensical for a creature of such size.

"There it is," Revan whispered, his voice a dry rasp lost in the wind.

Revan didn’t retreat. Maintaining his dangerously low stance, he dug his boots in and propelled himself forward.

The two of them charged at each other amidst the blizzard.

A jagged bone scythe, larger than a man’s entire torso, came crashing down in a brutal arc aimed to pulp Revan into the earth.

The strike carried enough weight to decapitate a warhorse and shatter the stone beneath it.

Revan ducked sharply until his left knee brushed against the snow. He had no intention of blocking. Trying to stop that strike with a standard steel sword would be like asking for his arms to be pulverized into dust.

Instead, he angled blade, letting the flat of the sword scrape against the underside of the monster’s arm.

SHREEE!

Sparks flared brightly in the gray morning air as pure steel grated against obsidian bone armor.

Using the momentum, Revan turned his sword into a slide. He twisted, letting the creature’s own terrifying strength carry the strike away from him.

The massive limb narrowly missed Revan’s shoulder, burying itself deep into the ground with a force that made the world shudder.

A small crater opened where he had stood a heartbeat before. The monster’s upper body lurched, its weight pulled too far forward by its own missed killing blow.

’Got you,’ Revan thought.

In a millisecond, Revan spun and slashed upward, aiming for a narrow gap behind the monster’s right knee—the only spot where muscle fibers weren’t encased in bone armor.

His sword tore through flesh. A spray of thick, ozone-scented fluid erupted, painting Revan’s dark coat in a sickening grime.

However, Revan’s calculations missed one crucial variable: the creature felt no pain.

Instead of collapsing from the severed sinew, the three Crimson Tears on its back flared with a blinding, violent light.

The monster wrenched its massive frame around with unnatural speed. It swung the back of its arm toward Revan like a falling pilar of stone.

"Dammit—"

Revan reflexively crossed his arms in front of his chest, bracing with the hilt of his sword.

WHAM!

The impact felt like being hit by a locomotive at full speed. Revan was hurled through the air like a broken ragdoll. He flew backward for five meters before slamming into the side of an overturned passenger car with a sickening thud.

CRACK.

The sound of his ribs fracturing pierced through the howling wind. He hit the snowy mud hard, coughing up a glob of fresh blood. His vision blurred, spinning in a vortex of blinding pain.

"Excellent," Revan hissed through a bloody smile.

’perfect time to write a resignation letter and curse every Vespera ancestor’

The monster turned its body, the torn muscles in its leg hissing as they were forcibly mended by the red crystals on its back. It prepared to leap and crush the helpless Revan.

But before the creature could take off, a giant shadow lunged from the side.

"BACK OFF"

The hoarse, thunderous voice drowned out the storm. Marshal Dain Ashworth charged like a raging polar bear, wielding his heavy military sword with both hands.

Instead of thrusting, Dain used the flat of his massive blade like a sledgehammer, utilizing the momentum of his sprint.

CLANG!

The blow landed squarely on the side of the monster’s bone helm. The sound echoed like a giant cathedral bell being struck at close range. The sembilan-foot-tall creature staggered sideways, its head snapped back by the sheer concussive force of the Marshal’s pure muscle.

"Don’t just lie there coughing up blood, servant!" Dain growled. He pulled back his sword and spun to parry the monster’s retaliatory strike that came a second later.

’SHUT THE HELL UP, OLD MAN!’ Revan screamed in the silence of his mind.

Sparks flew violently as Dain’s heavy sword clashed with the steel-hard bone scythe.

The veins in Dain’s neck bulged, his face flushing red as he held back the monster’s sheer, nonsensical pressure.

The heels of the Marshal’s heavy boots skidded back, carving dua long trenches into the frozen mud.

Revan forced himself up. His breath was ragged. He watched the fight with narrowed eyes.

Dain was indeed a legendary war veteran, but in this Dead Zone, even the strongest general was just an ordinary man. And an ordinary man—no matter how strong—was not designed to win a tug-of-war against a biological killing machine.

The monster pressured Dain relentlessly. Every swing carried the weight of a collapsing concrete pillar. Dain parried the first strike, dodged the second, and countered with a heavy, downward strike that bit into the monster’s chest.

But the obsidian bone was simply too dense. The blade left nothing but a shallow, white scratch.

But its obsidian bone armor was too thick. Dain’s sword only left a shallow white scratch.

’Dain will break if he keeps fighting head-on like that,’ Revan analyzed, wiping blood from his chin.

’That thing has no stamina limit or lactic acid buildup. We do.’

Ignoring the pain that sliced through his chest with every breath, Revan forced his fractured Aura to flow toward his legs.

He sprinted forward, slipping into the chaos of the fray. Revan didn’t target the monster’s front. He ran in a circle, maneuvering outside its peripheral vision, and slid on his knees across the frozen mud right behind the monster’s legs.

The moment he reached the blind spot, Revan’s blade flashed. A precise slash targeted the Achilles tendon on the monster’s left ankle.

Steel cut through flesh, and the monster stumbled, its movement faltering for a split second.

Sensing the pressure from the front vanish, Dain didn’t waste the opportunity. The veteran took a ground-shaking step forward and slammed the pommel of his sword directly into the monster’s jaw.

The creature was knocked back dua steps.

But the nightmare was far from over. The tiga red crystals on the monster’s spine pulsed fiercely again.

Instead of falling, the creature emitted a crackling static sound from its mangled throat.

Its left arm suddenly twitched, and before Dain could realize it, tiga spear-sharp bone blades shot out from the monster’s arm like projectiles.

"Marshal, look out!" Revan yelled.

Dain raised his broadsword as a shield. Dua bone projectiles struck the side of his blade with a loud metallic ring. But the tiga projectile pierced the edge of his military coat and carved a deep gash into his right shoulder.

Dain let out a stifled growl, staggering back. Fresh blood dripped onto the white snow.

"To hell with this thing!" Dain spat. "Its armor is too thick."

"That thing is just a marionette! A doll controlled by wires!"

Revan yelled back. He ducked to avoid the sweep of the monster’s tail.

"Then where are the wires?!" Dain roared, once again parrying a claw strike that numbed his arms.

"On its back! Those Crimson Tears crystals are its battery!"

Revan glanced at the creature’s spine. The obsidian bone structure thinned out at one crucial point.

But the monster realized its dua prey were communicating. It shifted tactics. Realizing the large old man in front of it was a more immediate physical threat, it ignored Revan entirely. It focused its entire killing intent on Marshal Dain.

The monster charged Dain at full speed.

Dain raised his sword, but the creature slammed into him like a giant sledgehammer. The dua collided. The monster’s momentum was too great. Dain was hurled backward, his back slamming into the dented steel wall of the train with a deafening crash.

The air was knocked out of the veteran’s lungs. Before Dain could raise his sword again, the monster drove one of its digitigrade claws through Dain’s coat, pinning the Marshal against the iron wall of the train.

Dain roared in fury, trying to push the monster’s arm away with his bare hands, the veins in his neck and arms bulging to the extreme. But the creature’s strength was too much. The tip of another bone claw was now raised high, preparing to impale the veteran’s chest.

Revan, ten meters away, stood gasping for air. His legs were numb. His hands were trembling so violently he almost dropped Volkar’s sword. His heart drummed erratically.

’fuck’ Revan cursed.

Ignoring his shattered ribs, Revan gripped his sword tight and ran straight toward death. He leaped, aiming for the narrow gap in the monster’s spine.

However, across the blood-stained battlefield, an unexpected variable was moving. Sylvia von Vespera stood by the wrecked VIP carriage, biting her lower lip until her pale skin tore and bled.

She couldn’t cast. The Dead Zone had choked her mana circuits into absolute silence. She couldn’t even form the most basic gravitational distortion.

Her hands. the same hands that had crushed a Master-rank warrior with a flick were trembling. Useless.

But Sylvia von Vespera had not survived sixteen years as the daughter of Duke Vespera by relying on magic alone.

"THE BASE OF THE SKULL!"

Her voice tore through the battlefield like a blade.