"Don't you have any other good weapons on you besides that spear?
Or is the thing I sense on you not a weapon but a different kind of artifact? Either way, it is valuable so I want it."
The high demon spoke as he took slow, steady steps towards Faerora who was struggling to get up while dragging his large great sword on the ground behind him.
Faerora suddenly screamed and tossed one of the broken spears on the floor towards Greed who caught it right before it reached his face, however, his eyes widened in the next moment as he tossed the broken weapon away.
The half spear exploded right after, with the force of the explosion tossing Greed's body to the side and giving Faerora a few seconds to recollect herself.
"He's toying with me."
As if that much wasn't already obvious, Faerora spoke out through gritted teeth, trying to force herself to keep a calm mind as she knew that if she lost herself to her anger, then defeating Greed would become an impossibility.
She ran towards her fallen weapon and picked it up, along with a sword used by another demonic hand member whose body was split in two by Greed, before throwing the sword in the direction of the high demon.
Another less intense explosion rang out as Faerora watched the cloud of dust with a wary gaze while slowly tightening her grip on her weapon. Follow current novels on NovelHub(.)net
However, the voice she heard right next to her ear in the next moment, sent chills down her spine and made her see illusions of her death.
"What you looking at?"
The high demon who she thought herself to have known his location, was standing right behind her, with his chin resting on her shoulder as he spoke.
For a split second, Faerora was at a loss for what to do, however, her instinct to survive kicked in the next moment as she instantly took action.
She immediately released a burst of dense magic power that knocked Greed's body backwards by a few metres, turning around and jumping backwards to give herself distance.
She slammed her palm on the ground and activated her skill, with her energy flowing through the ground and into virtually every piece of metal on the floor inside the room.
By the time Greed looked up, he was met with the sight of hundreds of crudely shaped metal spears all pointing towards his direction.
"That might be a bit dangerous…"
The high demon wiped the grin off his face and gripped his sword tightly.
Faerora internally screamed out the command to the metal spears, with each of them lighting up in flames before shooting towards her opponent.
Greed rose the demonic energy infused Mammonas and kicked off the ground, dashing towards the incoming projectile with the intention to meet them head-on.
His muscles bulged up as Faerora felt her strength weaken momentarily, with Greed swinging his large great sword to knock down the flaming spears of hot metal, occasionally creating walls of earth to block some or generating his own spears of pure fire to clash with them.
Small explosions rang out consecutively as Faerora locked her gaze on the high demon slowly making his way towards her, using her skill once more as the wall beside her cracked open with a large iron pipe bursting out of it.
She morphed the large pipe into a gigantic iron sword, snapping her fingers and commanding bright red flames to begin to snake across it.
"This long-eared woman, do you want to bury us here?"
Greed spoke up as he grabbed one of the flaming spears with his bare hands, snapping it in two while a wall of earth manifested behind him and blocked two others.
From the amount of energy that he could sense inside that metal sword, this underground structure would collapse on top of them if it hit any of the walls or the ground.
And if he used his own sword to clash with it, the resultant shockwaves would also have the same effect, just that it would collapse at a faster rate.
Just as he was surrounding his body with streams of wind, he sensed a familiar presence and looked down on his shadow, seeing a familiar black cat emerge from it and climb onto his shoulder.
[Master said not to kill this one, as she'd be useful for gaining information on the demonic hand's current movements.]
"Your master is very demanding."
The high demon spoke with a frown as he gazed at the dozens of projectiles that had been intercepted by the long shadowy tentacle-like appendages sticking out of the shadows of rocks and other debris on the floor.
His gaze went back to the black cat for a moment before sighing and deciding to give in this time.
Perhaps having sensed Greed's slight dissatisfaction, Kuro offered his gratitude to the high demon before jumping into his shadow once more.
"Tell the blondie above to clear the area.
Things might get a bit heated very soon."
He left that statement with Kuro, turning his gaze back to the wary elf who was staring at his shadow.
The cat won't be interfering."
Greed spoke with a smile as he kicked off the ground and dashed towards Faerora, who hurriedly salvaged as much metal as she could from the room and used it to create spears which she shot towards Greed.
As for the high demon, he dashed towards Faerora with a barrier of wind around his body that interfered with the trajectory of the incoming projectiles and redirected them.
The elven senior demonic hand member didn't just stay put and let Greed reach her so easily, snapping her fingers and generating a dozen three-ringed magic circles in the air.
"With my mind's eye, I seek the power to control flames.
To bring it forth, manipulate it to my will and to snuff it out.
At this moment so bleak;
Claws to rip apart my enemies I seek."