Rise of the Rejected Deity from Chaos-Chapter 119 118: The Third Demon | The Fourth Demon

My Lord, please unhand me so I change form and assist! Kaeliyus urged, seeing Seiya trapped with no means of escape from the impending attack.

But as the demon lunged forward, Seiya swiftly propped up his wrist gripping the sword, propelling the sword upward toward himself and catching the handle in his mouth—trapped between his teeth, in a way that the tip of the sword pointed toward the demon.

As soon as the demon got close enough within range, hand raised to launch her attack, Seiya muffled, "pierce through."

In an instant before the demon could even react, the whip embedded in the center of the sword, shot forward fiercely, piercing through the demon's throat.

She staggered to a halt, coughing up blood as she gasped for air.

Not wasting any second, Seiya muttered once more. "Coil." The segmented arrowhead whip shot through the demon's neck, emerging fully on the other side before coiling tightly around her throat, choking her.

The demon's eyes flared red with rage and pain. She coiled her blood around the sword, yanking it with fierce force till it pulled free from Seiya's mouth before she leaped backward.

Seizing the moment, Seiya thrust himself backward, crashing into the wall and reducing it to rubble, landing with a heavy thud amidst the debris. He rose up immediately, squirming on his feet, trying to shake off the sticky blood compromising his movements but they were so rigid he couldn't pull them off.

On the other side, the demon struggled to wrench the whip free from her neck but the sword was no ordinary—it was obeying his master's command hence refused to unravel from her neck.

Seeing that he couldn't get the sticky blood from his body, Seiya resigned, lifting his gaze to the demon. Extending his hand with a bit of a struggle because the sticky blood had still stuck his arms down, Seiya commanded in a whisper, "come."

Immediately, the sword shot forward with fierce speed, dragging along the demon over to Seiya. The sword shot into Seiya's grip, halting the demon just before him—her neck bloodied and a mess.

Without a moment's hesitation, Seiya yanked the sword backward, forcefully unraveling the whip and pulling it out the demon's throat. The pull was so fierce and raw with strength that it violently severed the demon's head, decapitating it in one brutal motion.

An ear-piercing scream echoed from the distance, the male demon calling out the woman's name in desperation. With swift speed, he surged forward, snatching the severed head before it could touch the ground, and In one fluid motion, he wrapped his arm around her and leapt away from harm's reach.

"Kei," the male demon called, voice quivering with trembling hands as he held the sundered body.

With eyes wide with rage, Kei, the female demon gritted her teeth, veins bulging along her face as blood dripped steadily from her severed head.

"That bastard!" She spat, boiling over with rage. "Why the hell am I not regenerating?! Why can't I heal?!!!" She thrashed about with the other other part of her severed body.

From where Seiya stood, the thick blood coating him, loosened, turning light as it wore off his body, pooling onto the ground beneath him—the female demon had been weakened.

Seeing that he's been set free with nothing compromising his movements, Seiya lunged forward immediately, sword in hand and ready to strike.

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However, before he could close the distance, the female demon swept up her hand and a wall of thick large blood stood on Seiya's path, separating them.

Unbothered, Seiya sliced through the wall and the moment he did, a whip of thick blood slithered to restrict him but Seiya easily slipped past it—having already seen it with his eyes beyond the wall of blood they had put up.

The male demon leaped farther back with the female's sundered body in hand. Before Seiya could close the distance once more, heavy-weighted golems and statues materialized around him, suspended in mid-air. They varied in form—stone, metal, ceramic, and more—each one looming with silent menace.

Seeing them, Seiya muttered softly to himself. "So that's what he was doing."

When they made up the wall of blood to block his path, Seiya had not only seen the female demon conjuring a whip of blood to restrict him but also the male demon—his hands were clasped together, performing an intricate hand-weaving technique.

The moment Seiya took another step forward, the golems and statues began raining down on him to crush him.

Securing a balance stance, Seiya moved fluidly, cutting through them as they fell. The more he cut, the more of it fell. Recognizing it as pointlessly expending energy, Seiya steadied his gaze forward, aiming to shoot through the incessant fall of the golems and statues.

However, up front, the male demon had blocked the path with an array of the same golems and statues, countless in number, and suspended mid-air to form an unyielding wall that would prevent Seiya from breaking through.

With no way of advancing, Seiya instead leapt back out of range.

"Is it still not healing?!!" Kei, the female demon shouted in frustration. They had been buying time, trying to re-attach Kei's head, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't.

"It's that sword of his!" She cried out, cursing. "It had done the same with my ability, that scrawny brat!" She spat!

Seiya watched from the distance in silence, his face full of exasperation as all her curses landed straight into his ears.

Fed up with what Seiya considered a pointless chitchat, Seiya crouched into a stance, surging forward the next second. He expertly wielded his sword, fluidly cutting through the countless statues and golems that fell—making his way to the built up wall.

Seiya once again, fluidly cut through the wall of golems and statues but the moment he did, a full body golden statue shot forward at an unthinkable speed, followed by a whip of blood that slapped Seiya's sword from him.

The full-body statue sprang open as it neared, swiftly enclosing Seiya before closing again in the blink of an eye. It landed with a resounding thud, sending dirt scattering into the air.

"Let's see how you can get out of that," the male demon mocked, scoffing softly.

"Teisou!," Kei yelled angrily. "Bring your attention back to me and heal me!" She demanded with authority.

"Yes, yes, just calm down," the male demon known as Teisou, said calmly.

Turning back to the statue that trapped Seiya, Teisou smirked. "Even you couldn't have predicted that my ability was of this sort, could you?"

"Too bad you won't be seeing it first hand since you're trapped," he paused for a moment before continuing. "Well, that's if you can even see in the first place," he added.

"My ability you see," he continued. "Is one where I'm able to mold any and everything just from envisioning it—cool, right?" He laughed, tone dripping with pride.

"Severing Keika's head was a good call. And you would've won for sure had it been another demon who had escorted her and not me," he informed with an air of confidence.

"However, you have your luck to curse for having me be the one to have escorted Keika. Because even if her head cannot be re-attached, I can just mold one from scratch for her and transfer all her features over then have that one reattached," he explained proudly.

"Too bad your hard work will go down the drain," he sympathized then turned to Keika who knelt on the floor, her head on the ground beside her.

"I'll get into it right away," Teisou said. He brought his palms up, weaving a unique technique. He shut his eyes, whispering inaudible words for some minute.

A round mold of clay materialized in front of him, glowing as it floated softly. Gradually, the sensory organs and facial features began to develop on the mold with an uncanny resemblance to Kei's face. Slowly, the same hair grew on the mold—transforming into a full face.

Teisou opened his eyes, bringing the molded face to Keika's severed head—before her eyes to be precise.

"Perfect?" He asked.

Keika, however, seethed in response. "The cheeks are too high!!" She lashed out. Teisou chuckled in response, adjusting the mold then asking again.

Of course, she still found a problem with it.

"I'm sorry but it's exactly how you look," Teisou said. "You just need to look at yourself in the mirror more," he remarked.

He spread his hand over Keika's severed head and the molded one, a glow manifesting from his palm and slowly, the molded features began to come to life while the severed head features dulled till it closed, drying up and cracking like mere sand.

"Done and ready!" Teisou announced. Without waiting a moment, he placed the new head on Keika. Gradually, the severed area regenerated, healing and joining together.

Keika snapped to her feet instantly, a screeching laugh erupting from her and echoing.

"Now," Teisou began, turning over to the statue trapping Seiya. "Do we let him rot in there or break him out?" He asked.

Before Keika could even respond, the statue trapping Seiya shattered into pieces.

"I see you're done," Seiya said as he stepped from the shattered statue. "I was getting stiff from waiting," he said, rolling his shoulders.