Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Mandra could throw a couple of spells at the Great Ugor at the beginning of the fight. But Jigak was set to attack any enemy of the Great Ugor's. He wasn't in his right mind, but he could tell that between Alzara, who had trouble keeping up with him, and Mandra, who was leisurely enough to attack the Great Ugor as well, Mandra was the bigger threat.

Jigak targeted Mandra like a starved dog.

He shot off the ground with a flap of his wings like a frog and launched himself toward Mandra. He tanked the lightning bolt with his face. He didn't even flinch when it blasted the skin off his face, laying his white skull bare.

But it took his eyes and sight for a moment, so Mandra dodged his charge by simply gliding to the side and letting him zip past her. Jigak could sense that she moved and reached out with a clawed hand to grab or attack her, but his hand just bounced off the translucent armor around her body.

Jigak crashed into the ceiling high up, his face already restored. Like a swimmer, he turned around, hanging on the ceiling for a moment like a bat before shooting toward Mandra again. With gravity on his side, he was marginally faster this time. Drops of the underworld energy running along the ceiling to the walls trailed behind him.

Mandra threw out a large ball of fire that swallowed Jigak whole, once again robbing him of his sight. The mass of flames even obstructed his other senses. But he came out on the other side unscathed but unable to reach Mandra, who had moved out of the way.

Instead of flapping his wings and changing trajectory mid-air, Jigak knew it was faster and safer to just land and turn around on the floor. That was what he was going to do when the remnants of the fireball behind him exploded.

The shockwave propelled Jigak even faster. It was more than he could control when he wasn't responsible for the speed. He crashed into the floor head-first, parts of his wings smoking from the blast. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire

But his wings were the least of Jigak's worries.

Alzara was on the ground waiting for him. Even before he struck the ground, she had already lashed out with her daggers, drawing an 'X' in the air. Since Jigak came in faster than she could attack, she had to do it preemptively and time it with his arrival.

Jigak flew straight into her daggers and absorbed all of the curses in them with his back.

Alzara embraced the impact of Jigak's crash to jump backward and avoid any retaliation. But she had underestimated Jigak.

He had partly braced himself against the ground with his arms. They snapped like twigs due to his speed, but his muscles recovered quickly enough that he could use his arms to push himself off the ground and launch himself at Alzara.

An instant before his hands reached Alzara's throat, a pillar of concentrated magical energy slammed into Jigak's back flattening him against the floor. Before he could slip out from under it, the pillar cracked and melted into several sets of heavy, partially translucent, blue chains that wrapped around Jigak's arms, legs, waist, neck, and forehead before diving into the ground, locking him in place.

Alzara didn't even have time to feel the cold sweat from how close to taking Jigak's lethal attack she had been before diving forward and plunging her daggers into his chest, pumping him full of curses before his bulging muscles snapped Mandra's chains.

Jigak's veins popped, and several of his muscles snapped from how hard he struggled to break free from the chains locking him so tightly in place that he couldn't even move. That would have been the limit of how much he could strain the chains if he had been a human.

But the underworld energy flowing through his veins made sure that burst muscles and ruptured veins were the least of Jigak's problems. No matter how much he destroyed his body in the process, he could continue to fight and struggle for his illusion of freedom. The more his muscles broke, the more they healed, and the stronger they got.

Like anything, repeated destruction and recovery fostered greater strength.

It wouldn't be long until Jigak broke free. It was only a matter of time.

In the short window she had, Alzara had to do as much as she could to weaken Jigak. Otherwise, they would have a repeat of the battle between Jigak and Mierev where Jigak would continue growing stronger the longer he fought.

But unlike Mierev, Alzara and Mandra couldn't resurrect infinitely.

Alzara's curses coursed through Jigak's body, tearing it apart from within, plunging it into a state of rot and decay. The underworld energy within him fought intensely to push out the cursed energy and restore the damage it did, but cursed energy, as if to make up for its weakness in direct confrontation, was an energy that worked even at a disadvantage.

Cursed energy was sticky and clingy. Underworld energy wasn't great for purification. It was a strengthening and regenerating power. It didn't cleanse wounds. The user tore off the rotten parts and regenerated the healthy parts.

But now, all of Jigak's body was rotten.

Alzara was also a Desert Witch, a master of cursed energy. Her usage of it couldn't be compared to Jigak's usage of underworld energy when he was in a poor state of mind.

As if that wasn't enough, she was also an alchemist.

Jigak was on their side, technically, and he was the Daughter's Champion. Injuring him permanently or killing him wouldn't be great.

But Alzara didn't have the leeway to care about that. She just hoped the Daughter would be understanding as she slipped out a vial of milky liquid.

The dense underworld energy that was like a film on reality scattered as soon as it came in contact with the vial, clearing a tiny pocket of air around the glass.

The underworlders and Great Ugor felt it.

Alzara barely had time to uncork the vial and tip the vial toward Jigak's head before the Daughter's limp body crashed into her.