When in its male form, the Yin Yang Magic Power is boundless. In contrast, when its female form prevails, it moves with the speed of the wind.
The corners of its mouth were turned up high, revealing a deep, writhing cavity that seemed eager to devour something.
A chill swept through the bar.
Qin Chu felt a bit cold and rubbed his arm, which was covered in a fine layer of goosebumps.
What a pathetic hero, utterly oblivious to the looming danger.
The Yin Yang Demon Matras mocked in his heart. The hero was ridiculous; did he not realize his predicament? Summoned to this world and daring to leave the knights sworn to protect him to drink alone?
He had never seen such a foolish person before.
Compared with the first generation of heroes, he was sorely lacking.
If it wasn't for the mark left by the Illusion Demon on him, he would even doubt whether this person was truly a hero.
He hadn't noticed his approach, nor the creeping cold within the bar.
Assassinating the hero seemed easier than expected, although some doubts lingered in Matras's mind, such as why would the hero come to Candice's bar?
With his status, there were countless, classier bars in the inner city area if he wished to drink.
And where had that Candice gone?
Candice was truly a hybrid, her veins polluted with the filthy blood of humans. It was precisely because of her impure lineage that she failed to detect the mark left by the Illusion Demon.
Such a hybrid, daring to seek recognition from demons?
Don't make me laugh. Working for a demon was her greatest honor; they would never acknowledge a hybrid with human blood as one of their own.
Except for witches, after all, witches were so strong it was excessive; they had to be acknowledged whether one liked it or not.
The doubts in his heart were fleeting. At this moment, all Matras could think about was the glory of killing the hero.
If he could successfully assassinate the hero, his status before the king would dramatically increase, and he would undoubtedly receive a substantial reward from the Undying Monarch.
Perhaps, his strength could also break through the shackles that had troubled him for years with this one reward.
He had to act immediately. If he delayed, other demons lurking in the Imperial City might beat him to it, given that there wasn't just one Monster Slayer hidden within.
The world in front of Qin Chu suddenly grew dim.
It was as if a layer of dull mist had settled over everything.
Accompanied by the night breeze, Matras's body, like a fallen leaf, drifted soundlessly behind Qin Chu. The grotesque face bore a clown-like smile, seemingly tinged with bloodthirst.
It raised its right hand, its fingers growing increasingly thick and strong, stepping back with its left leg and raising its arm to punch, hurtling towards Qin Chu's back.
Even without using its full strength, it was confident. The fragile body of a newly-summoned hero could not withstand its iron fist capable of penetrating steel and smashing stone to rubble.
The hero's back would be pierced in an instant, its fingers easily reaching for his heart.
Bang!
The air ruptured in layers.
The bar in front shattered instantly, wood splinters flying everywhere.
Inside, bottles and glasses fractured, and various colored drinks flowed on the ground, releasing a rich aroma of alcohol.
Matras's fist pierced through the hero's back as it wished, but... there was not even a hint of excitement on its face. The sensation was all wrong; there was no feeling of piercing through a human body.
Then, the hero's body shattered like a mirror, fragmenting into pieces that vanished into thin air.
With a whoosh, Matras abruptly turned around. In a corner a few meters away, the outline of the hero gradually took shape, reappearing before Matras.
An illusion!
Damn, when did the Hero learn magic?
He shouldn't have had the time, right?
Flickering doubts surfaced in Matras's heart, a foreboding feeling that things might not go as smoothly as imagined, but the glory of assassinating the Hero was something Matras couldn't bear to let go.
Its face was rapidly changing, the female half stretching and extending swiftly, gradually spreading to the other side until its entire face had transformed into that of a woman's.
It wanted to rush at Qin Chu, but as soon as its right foot stomped on the ground, and its body barely lifted,
a slender hand suddenly landed on Matras's shoulder.
Smack!
Boom!
The body that had just lifted off the ground was smashed back down with a slap.
The floor instantly caved in, creating a large pit, the stone tiles cracking, and Matras's back suffered a severe impact, spewing a mouthful of fresh blood with a retch.
Candice's figure appeared behind Matras, a foot clad in black high heels stepping on Matras's face.
Beneath the hem of her skirt, a stretch of delicate calf shone with the luster of fine jade.
The seemingly fragile body appeared to possess infinite strength, for no matter how desperately Matras struggled, it couldn't break free from Candice's foot.
"Shaye, are you sure this woman is supposed to the form of a Witch, and not becoming a Valkyrie or something?" Candice's performance made Qin Chu involuntarily snark in his mind.
Goodness, the form of a Witch?
But he hadn't seen this woman use any magic at all; instead, she had slapped Matras straight to the ground.
"Um, she can cultivate both Magic and Martial," Shaye defended.
Matras's eyes bulged, its body writhing on the ground like a maggot.
Under the light, it finally saw clearly—it was that bitch Candice?
"Candice, you bitch, how dare you attack me, you've betrayed the Monarch..." Matras roared loudly, his screams filled with rage.
His eyes were crimson with fury.
Sure enough, a bastard is never to be trusted.
Matras's voice filled Candice with disgust, and she twisted her shoe slightly, driving the heel directly into Matras's mouth.
The howling of Matras instantly turned into muffled groans.
"Lord Horus, I'll leave it to you..." Candice said respectfully to Qin Chu.
Qin Chu approached Matras, uninterested in discerning whatever Matras had said. To Qin Chu, Matras was nothing more than an experience pack, perhaps even inferior to the Illusion Demon that had disguised itself as Earl Donald. This creature's level was a notch lower.
Nevertheless, it was a significant boost.
In the midst of hatred-filled and furious eyes that glared at him, Qin Chu squatted down and placed a hand directly on Matras's forehead.
The Devourer.
Candice's expression shifted subtly as she felt a wave of fear rising from deep within her soul. Even though Lord Horus's palm hadn't touched her skin, the magic and fighting energy inside her were boiling like heated water, violently tossing about, as if they were about to break free from her body and disappear.
To Candice's horror, the original voluptuous, feminized form of Yin Yang Demon Matras was rapidly withering at a visible rate. In just a short time, the entire being appeared utterly skeletal, its bones shockingly distinct, its screams turning into agonized moans of despair.
Lord Horus, is this... extracting Matras's strength and life?
But that wasn't all.
An incomprehensible energy to Candice directly disregarded the high heels on her feet, seeping through the soles, and the roiling magic and fighting energy within Candice felt like they had suddenly found an outlet, rushing out furiously.