Primeval Couple

Chapter 34: Each their Fighting Style 1

"Weak! Way too weak!!" she grumbled, eyeing the monsters converging on her with the smile of a hungry predator.

Only someone like her would consider monsters with Life Rank 10 or 11 as weak after dispatching them so easily. It was borderline absurd. It made one wonder just how strong she—no, they—really were.

The number two flashed on her golden bracelet.

She waited. Her prey was coming.

And finally, they arrived.

Dun~Dun~Dun~

Three mutated cyclopses stomped into the clearing, each one like a mountain of gray, scarred flesh, muscles bulging as if hungry for destruction. Their single eyes burned with fury the moment they noticed the dismembered remains of their fallen brethren. Rage consumed them, drowning out any rationality. They roared—a guttural, earth-shaking bellow that sent vibrations through the floating island.

’’How cute!" Lilith was amused.

Then they charged.

Even with their minds clouded by rage, they still reacted with a spark of cunning. Two of them suddenly halted, planting their feet. The third, without breaking stride, leaped onto their locked hands. With a coordinated heave, the two hurled the third skyward—a living projectile aimed directly at Lilith.

Everything happened so fast.

The airborne cyclops spun through the air, its stone sword raised, its single eye locked onto her. The wind howled around its massive form.

Even Lilith had to admit—they almost got her.

Almost.

She tilted her head at the last possible instant. The sword whistled past her ear, close enough to stir her silver hair. Her body twisted mid-air, it was like a dancer’s grace wrapped in predator’s instinct. The cyclops’s eyes widened in shock. It had not expected such a swift maneuver. It tried to adjust, raising its free hand for a follow-up swipe before it would inevitably crash to the ground.

But it was already too late.

Lilith extended one hand lazily, fingers curled like a child playing pretend. She made a soft sound with her lips.

"Pew."

A black bullet erupted from her fingertip—no bigger than a marble, yet dense as a collapsed star. It tore through the monster’s head, entering through the eye and exiting through the back of its skull. But the bullet did not stop there. The small black hole it left behind expanded for a fraction of a heartbeat, devouring the cyclops’s entire body in an instant. Flesh, bone, armor, sword—all vanished into nothingness, leaving only a faint ripple in the air.

’’!!!"

Below, the two remaining cyclopses froze. Their single eyes stared at the empty space where their comrade had been earlier. For a moment, their rage flickered into something else—uncertainty and fear.

Lilith did not give them time to recover.

She vanished.

Using her spatial ability, she reappeared directly behind them, close enough to count the scars on their backs.

"!"

The cyclopses spun, but she was faster. Two punches—no wasted motion, no dramatic wind-up. Just raw, condensed power delivered at point-blank range.

Pow! Pow!

The sound was like two thunderclaps snapping in succession. The giant monsters folded at the waist, their bodies bending comically from the force of the blows. They shot backward through the air like missiles, crashing through dead trees and shattered rocks, their flight only stopping when they slammed into a crumbling cliff face fifteen meters away.

They lay there, their states truly miserable.

’’Guha!!’’

’’Pufff!"

Blood poured from their mouths, mixed with chunks of internal organs. Broken ribs pierced through gray skin. Their arms twitched uselessly. Even as their regenerative abilities kicked in—flesh knitting, bones mending—they could not rise.

Lilith did not approach. She stood at a distance, raised one hand, and slashed vertically twice.

Shing. Shing.

Two arcs of sword aura, each imbued with spatial property, shot forward. The first bisected the left cyclops from crown to groin.

The second did the same to the right. The monsters did not even have time to scream. Their bodies parted cleanly, then fell apart into twitching segments.

In less than fifteen minutes, she had killed five mutated cyclopses.

So easily, it was shocking.

She glanced at her bracelet. The number changed.

Five.

Her smile widened. Somewhere on another floating island, her beloved was surely racking up his own count. The competition had begun.

"Hehe... let’s see who wins, Gabriel. Hopefully, this dungeon will be challenging. If not, I won’t know my limit. I won’t know what I’m truly capable of."

She hovered in the air, her tattered dragon wings idly flapping, keeping her aloft above the floating island of corpses. The crimson illusionary robe billowed around her form like a flame caught in slow motion. Her silver hair danced in the mana-choked wind.

She was about to fly off, to search for her next prey, when something tugged at the back of her mind. She remembered her man’s suggestion which gave birth to that skill, he used on those poor adventurers last time.

Why waste perfectly good corpses?

Looking at the dismembered remains scattered across the broken earth, she chuckled—a low, throaty sound that echoed in the silence. The five bodies were beyond repair, torn into too many pieces to ever rise again as common undead. But she was not a common necromancer. She was Lilith, primordial demoness, one of original demons of creation, progenitor of the demons even though herself was unaware of this truth at the moment. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

She extended one arm, palm facing the carnage. Her crimson eyes narrowed in concentration. Darkness answered her call.

It seeped from her fingertips like ink bleeding into water—thick, cold, hungry. The shadows beneath the corpses stirred. They stretched, twisted, and rose. From each pool of darkness, a new form emerged.

This was one of her skills, rooted deep in the darkness element and as mentioned above a joint technique created with her man. By consuming the souls of the fallen, she could turn corpses into undead—but not the rotting, shambling kind that infested graveyards, no she wasn’t some lowly necromancer. Her undead were born of shadow itself. They had no flesh, no bone, no decaying stench. They were darkness given form: silhouettes of what they once were, yet infinitely more menacing, as she had mana, she could keep summoning them even if they got destroyed, infinitely.

Shadow undead.

One by one, four shadows rose from the ground(A/N: Remember? She sent one into the void by shredding it into that black hole thus lost forever). They took the shape of mutated cyclopses—towering, broad-shouldered, with single glowing eyes of pale blue flame where their original eye had been. Their bodies were composed of writhing shadow, their edges blurred like smoke caught in a perpetual breeze. Each carried a phantom weapon—a sword, an axe, a spear—formed from solidified darkness.

They were silent. No breath. No heartbeat. No footsteps.

And they immediately knelt before their master, heads bowed, their flickering blue eyes fixed on the ground in absolute submission.

Lilith studied them with satisfaction. She discarded the previous shadow undeads she created through the adventurer’s corpses. She could get plenty more powerful later on. She could use this opportunity to create her powerful shadow army.

Although, they had lost a small fraction of their original power in the transition, they still exuded a powerful aura—enough to make lesser adventurers flee in terror. Their presence alone was a weapon.

She nodded, pleased.

Good. Very good.

Without a spoken word, she sent a mental command to her new servants. Lead the way to the nearest settlement of mutated cyclopses. Find me more prey.

The shadow undead rose as one. They did not nod or acknowledge—they simply moved. Each shot forward at extreme speed, their dark forms blurring across the desolate landscape, leaping from one floating rock to another, their blue eye-flames leaving faint trails in the air.

Lilith followed leisurely behind them, like a queen bee watching her drones scout ahead. Her dragon wings barely needed to flap; she simply glided, carried by her own immense mana.

The connection was perfect. Because they shared senses, she could see what they saw—every rock, every dead tree, every distant movement. Their vision was her vision. Their ears were her ears. And if any of them stumbled upon something worthy of her personal attention, she could teleport to their location in an instant. Space bent to her will after all. freewebnovel.cσ๓

Even if they wandered countless kilometers away, her control would not waver. Distance meant nothing to a master of the spatial element.

With her little soldiers leading the way, she floated onward. Her mind churned with countless scenarios—ambushes, massacres, strategic strikes, or simply crashing into the middle of a monster settlement and unleashing chaos. Ideas overflowed, each one bloodier than the last.

How should I deal with them? A frontal assault? A trap? Perhaps I’ll let the shadows soften them up first.

She smiled to herself, her fangs glinting in the crimson light of that strange, sunless sky.

All of it—every plan, every kill, every drop of blood—was in service of one thing.

Fun.

The hunt had only just begun.

’’I wonder how you’re doing over there my love. Better not fall behind, fufufu, looking forward to my own week of dominance.’’