Free Web NovelChapter 621: 621. Making A Mess On Her Face With My Gauntlets! It’s Going To Be Hurt!
She lunged, the tip of her blade inches from the center of his mask, her entire weight behind the strike.
That was the moment. The moment Rex stopped playing.
The air around him suddenly grew heavy, the gravity increasing a thousandfold. The laughter died instantly, replaced by a terrifying, silent focus.
As her blade approached, Rex didn’t dodge. He didn’t block. He simply wound back his right fist.
The energy didn’t just gather; it condensed. A sphere of pure, compressed kinetic force formed around his knuckles, glowing with a terrifying, white-hot intensity.
"My turn."
BOOOOOOOOOM!!!
The punch didn’t just land; it erased the space between them.
The impact was a sound beyond comprehension, a thunderclap that felt like the world was splitting in half. The shockwave sent a ring of dust and debris exploding outward for miles.
Cassandra didn’t just fly back; she became a projectile of pure kinetic trauma.
WHIZZZZZZZ BOOOOOOOOM!
She tore through the air like a comet, a blur of red and black, screaming as the sheer force of the blow crushed the air from her lungs. She flew across the battlefield, a streak of light, until she slammed into the massive, jagged mountain range in the distance.
The impact was cataclysmic.
KRA THOOOOOOM!!!
The mountain didn’t just crack; it detonated. A massive explosion of stone, earth, and divine energy erupted from the peak, a mushroom cloud of debris rising into the sky as the very summit of the mountain was pulverized into dust.
As the dust settled, Rex stood in the center of the crater, his fist still smoking, his mask perfectly intact, and a calm, terrifyingly badass aura radiating from his muscular frame. He looked toward the smoking ruins of the mountain, a small, predatory smirk playing on his lips.
"Don’t worry, Cassandra," he called out, his voice cool and steady. "I’ll come pick up the pieces."
The playfulness was dead. The mockery had evaporated, replaced by a cold, suffocating pressure that made the very air feel like lead.
Rex stood in the center of the scorched wasteland, his silhouette dark against the rising dust.
Slowly, deliberately, he raised both hands.
CREEEEEEAK!
The sound of his gauntlets was not just metal on metal; it was the sound of tectonic plates grinding together. As he clenched his fists, the divine energy within the gauntlets hummed with a low, predatory growl.
The air began to ripple around him, distorted by the sheer density of his intent. The "game" was over.
Now... there was only the hunt.
"You’ve had your fun, Cassandra," Rex’s voice drifted across the battlefield, no longer a roar but a calm, terrifying whisper that seemed to vibrate inside her very bones. "Now... let’s see how much you can truly endure."
He didn’t move a muscle, but the world around the shattered mountain began to scream.
VROOOOOOOOOM!
Using his telekinesis, Rex didn’t just pull her; he seized her. From the wreckage of the mountain, Cassandra was yanked forward by invisible, iron-hard chains of psychic force.
She was dragged through the air, her body jerking violently as if being hauled by a cosmic fisherman.
SKREEEEEEEEEEEEE!
"NO! STOP! AAAAAAAAGH!" her scream tore through the sky, a jagged, agonizing sound of a goddess being humbled.
But Rex wasn’t finished. He reached out with his Earth Sovereign power.
CRACK THUD!
The ground beneath her didn’t just move; it became her torturer. Massive, jagged pillars of hard, jagged obsidian rock erupted from the earth, impaling her limbs and pinning her midair.
SQUELCH! CRUNCH!
The sound of stone piercing divine flesh was sickeningly wet. Blood sprayed in violent, rhythmic jets, coating the rising pillars in a glistening, crimson sheen.
Rex clenched his left fist, and the earth began to constrict.
GRRRRIND! SNAP!
The rock pillars began to shrink, tightening around her thighs, her waist, and her arms like the coils of a massive, stony serpent.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH! MY BONES! THEY’RE BREAKING! STOP! PLEASE!" Cassandra’s screams reached a pitch that shattered the remaining stones in the area.
CRACK! POP! CRACKLE!
The sound of her ribs snapping under the pressure of the earth was like a volley of musket fire. Rex watched with cold, unblinking eyes.
He clenched his right fist, and the telekinetic pressure intensified. He began to manipulate the very gravity around her, creating a localized vortex of crushing force.
WHIRRRRRRR BOOM!
She was being squeezed from the outside by the earth and crushed from the inside by the telekinetic weight. Her skin began to bruise instantly, turning a deep, sickly purple before bursting open under the sheer tension.
SPLUTTER!
A geyser of blood erupted from her mouth as her internal organs were compressed. The ground beneath her became a meat grinder; the earth rose in tiny, needle-like shards, vibrating at high frequencies, and began to shred her skin like a thousand microscopic saws.
SHHHHHHHHHH
"GODS, HELP MEEEEEEEE!" she shrieked, her voice breaking into a guttural, sobbing wail.
Her eyes rolled back in her head, the white of her eyes stained red by the pressure.
Rex stepped forward, his boots crunching on the blood-soaked gravel. He looked up at her, a broken, mangled mess of divinity and gore, suspended in a cage of crushing stone and invisible weight.
He clenched both fists one last time, the gauntlets glowing with a blinding, apocalyptic light.
KRA THOOOOOOM!
The pressure spiked to an impossible level. The earth pillars exploded inward, the telekinetic force imploded, and the sound of Cassandra’s final, lung-shattering scream was swallowed by the roar of a thousand breaking bones.
She was a whirlwind of blood, stone, and agony, a masterpiece of suffering created by a man who had finally decided to stop being kind.
"Don’t scream like a bitch now... I still have a lot more~!"
The air didn’t just ripple; it tore.
In a flash of instantaneous, violent displacement, Rex vanished from the ground and reappeared directly above the mangled, suspended form of Cassandra. He didn’t descend; he plummeted like a meteor of pure, unadulterated malice.
BOOOOOOOM!
He brought his heavy, armored boot down with the full weight of his divine mass and telekinetic enhancement. The sound was a sickening, wet CRUNCH as his heel met her midsection, driving her through the stone pillars and slamming her deep into the pulverized earth.
The shockwave sent a spray of blood and dirt outward in a perfect, gory circle.
But he didn’t give her a second to breathe. He didn’t even let her scream before he was on her.
Rex descended upon her like a god of war, his gauntlets glowing with a predatory, pulsing light. He grabbed her by the hair, forcing her head up, and then the onslaught began.
BAM! CRACK! SPLAT!
He began to punch her face. It wasn’t a duel; it was a demolition.
LEFT!
A gauntlet smashed into her cheekbone, the sound of shattering bone echoing like a hammer hitting a melon.
RIGHT!
The second gauntlet caught her jaw, sending a spray of teeth and blood flying into the air. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
LEFT!
A heavy, overhead strike pulverized her nose, turning it into a pulp of cartilage and crimson.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!
The rhythm was relentless. Squelch. Crack. Thud. Splat. Every strike was a masterpiece of carnage.
He was punching her with such ferocity that her head bounced off the ground like a heavy stone, her divine essence leaking out of her eyes and ears in thick, dark torrents.
The battlefield, once a place of grand strategy and epic warfare, fell into a deathly, terrified silence. The clashing of swords, the roar of magic, and the cries of the dying—it all vanished.
The entire army, from the lowest grunt to the highest commander, stood frozen. They weren’t watching a battle anymore; they were witnessing a slaughter.
They were watching a monster unmask itself.
The sheer, primal wildness of Rex’s assault was intoxicating and terrifying. He wasn’t fighting for a cause; he was fighting for the sheer, brutal joy of breaking something beautiful.
On the command ridge, the atmosphere was even more suffocating. Mordecai, a man who had seen a thousand wars and faced a hundred terrors, felt a cold sweat prickling his skin. His hands, usually steady, were trembling.
He stared at the distant, bloody crater where Rex was still raining blows down on the broken goddess, the sound of the impacts carrying across the silent plains like a heartbeat of doom.
Mordecai turned to Pavellia, his voice uncharacteristically small, cracked with a genuine, primal fear.
"Pavellia..." he whispered, his eyes never leaving the carnage. "How... how do we stop this?"
"It’s been going on for too long..."
"He’s not fighting her anymore... he’s erasing her."
He looked at the carnage, the sheer, unbridled violence of a man who had transcended the need for mercy. "If he finishes with her... what’s left for the rest of us?"
In the crater, Rex didn’t hear them. He only heard the rhythmic, wet thud of his gauntlets meeting Cassandra’s face and the fading, pathetic whimpers of a goddess who had finally learned the true meaning of terror.
He was a whirlwind of blood and iron, a god of destruction lost in the beautiful, gory music of his own making.
