Family heirloom, then turned into a demon girl

Chapter 200 Mission: 05-4 Bloodthirsty Demon
“Ah, ho, ho, ho—”

Under the night sky, a pumpkin-headed demon and a pale-haired girl sped past, laughing. The demon ignited the gas created by the girl with pale flames and made a grand exit in a grand explosion.

Nero, who fell from the bell tower and almost crashed straight into the explosion, was forced to brake in the air, and then he saw the enemy chasing after the demon.

"What bad luck." She couldn't help but sigh softly.

After sealing the Blood of Sparta, Nero's instinctive sense of demons also ceased to function. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to detect the pumpkin-headed demon approaching at high speed.

And this was indeed a bit strange. The game didn't require the contestants to fight for anything, and Nero hadn't even solved the riddle yet, so why were some people here so eager to start a fight?

Have they solved the riddle?

The person who lost the pumpkin-headed demon in the explosion was a figure draped in bloody deerskin. He had a pair of bloody antlers on his head, his body was a mess of blood and flesh, and his eyes were flashing with a crazy light.

After losing track of Pumpkinhead Jack, he immediately turned his attention to Nero flying in the air and suddenly jumped up to pounce on him.

Biting everyone you see?

Nero frowned and flew into the sky, avoiding the enemy's attack. He quickly thought about the specific identity of this guy.

Covered in deerskin, lacking any rationality, and looking like a human being that has merged with the deerskin on its body—

The deerskin monster relentlessly clung to the bell tower's surface and leaped again, continuing its assault on Nero. Nero, annoyed, drew his serpentine sword and lashed it out, wondering how this guy had even become a participant in the game.

Can a monster with no reason at all participate in the game?

The sounds of battle could be heard not only from here, but also from several other parts of the city. In particular, a small sun suddenly appeared in the western sky, which made Nero wonder what the "Beast of Six Hundred and Sixty-Six" was planning.

Unable to dodge, the deerskin monster was struck squarely in the chest by Nero's volley. His already bloody and mangled chest and abdomen, with ribs piercing through them, looked even more hideous. He plummeted to the ground, then immediately rolled over as if fine, puffing out a puff of white smoke.

"What the hell is this?"

Nero couldn't help but murmur to himself.

“Yeah, hehe——”

At that moment, the pumpkin-headed demon returned, flying past Nero like a ghost, and replied, "A cannibal, a 'Wendigo' with a demonic spirit. It looks like something has triggered it and it has completely lost its mind."

Nero turned his gaze towards it and noticed the girl it was carrying on its back.

The pale twintailed girl, whom I had met once before, said in a haughty tone, "Be thankful, Nero! I came back specially to save you!"

"Who are you?" Nero asked in confusion. The pale-haired girl instantly exploded: "Huh?! We've clearly met before! Just a few days ago!"

“Yeah, hehe——”

Jack interrupted her with a laugh and said, "Aisha, she's asking your name."

Yes, although Nero and Aisha had fought once before, she hadn't even given Aisha a chance to introduce herself, so it was natural that she didn't know her name. Just as Aisha was about to speak again, she saw Nero, equipped with a pair of metallic gloves, suddenly fall to the ground and collide with the Wendigo.

Only then did her subsequent words slowly drift out: "Forget it, it's not important. I don't need help."

"How can this be possible!"

Completely ignored, the proud Aisha angrily slapped Jack's pumpkin head. Nero, who had fallen to the ground, used his momentum to smash his fist into the Wendigo's head, sending it flying.

The Wendigo is a monster originating in Native American legend. Legend has it that it is transformed from humans possessed by evil spirits and instinctively craves the flesh and blood of its own kind, making it a so-called "cannibal." It is said that its stomach is like a bottomless pit, never full, and it will kill and consume anyone who approaches it.

Some believe that the Wendigo legend stems from fear of cannibalism, as some Indian tribes have a cannibalistic tradition. Others believe the Wendigo legend stems from psychological factors or prion infection, which can lead to mental disorder after cannibalism.

Different tribes often have different descriptions of "Wendigo". The only consistent point is that "Wendigo" must have evolved from cannibals and is a "monster" completely different from humans.

Moreover, their power must be extremely strong.

The Wendigo, having regained its footing, let out a terrifying scream. The sound struck Nero's brain like an invisible hammer, briefly knocking her unconscious. In the blink of an eye, when Nero regained consciousness, the blood-soaked monster was already wielding its claws, sharp as dead branches, and clawing at her fiercely.

The tips of its claws were frost-covered, and Nero's neck felt the chill of its approach.

But, it's just a mindless beast. Nero thought to himself, calmly delivering a powerful punch to the Wendigo's abdomen. Without any protection, Nero's spiked fist struck first, striking the opponent just a centimeter from his throat. The impact steel magic tool instantly unleashed its force, sending the Wendigo flying again in a circular shockwave.

Nero then leaped in pursuit, swung her whip sword mid-air, tangling the wendigo as it bounced off the wall and slammed it to the ground. The wendigo bounced back again, and Nero flung it into the air. At the same time, she sheathed her whip sword and unfurled her sickle, aiming at the falling wendigo.

It had to be said that this monster's flesh was incredibly tough. Neither Gilgamesh's punches nor Echidna's slashes could inflict sufficient damage; those injuries seemed to have no effect on the Wendigo at all.

The suspended Wendigo fell to the ground, and Nero swung his sickle, which turned into a crescent moon, and the two collided violently.

This time, the scythe's blade finally pierced the Wendigo's body. But the demon didn't show any sign of weakness. Instead, it extended its claws along the scythe's shaft with even greater ferocity, clawing at Nero. Nero was forced to withdraw his blade, realizing why the seemingly formidable pumpkin-headed demon was being chased by this creature.

This Wendigo wasn't strong. Really not. Its only notable qualities were its immense physical and mental strength, relying solely on instinct to unleash the most unpretentious attacks.

However, defeating it is much more difficult than escaping from it.

(End of this chapter)