Battle and Sex Is All A Primordial Fiend Needs



Despite clinching a victory, Irene hadn't left unscathed.

Along her arms were several cuts dripping with blood, and the worst of all was how drained she was.

Being completely overwhelmed in close combat, and not having a particularly significant advantage in long-range, Irene had to burn a lot of qi to keep up with the brown-clothed man.

At the moment, her body felt sore all over, her joints joining in to ache and remind her of the battle that should have been her last were it not for her trump card.

With a shake of her head, Iren quickly pushed herself off her feet and rushed to the wagon which was exactly where it had been when she first came here.

One would have expected the beast pulling the carriage to panic and run off when fighting began occurring around it, but this beast begged to differ.

The fact that Milli's team had to treasure stealth in their mission meant that the beast which was going to be playing an integral goal in this mission had to also share the same treasure with the team.

While Irene thought it was sad that the beast had basically had every sense of instinct and aggressiveness beaten out of it, this inhuman training of it was working in her favor right now as wasting time was one of the last things she wanted.

Within seconds she quickly reached the carriage and wasted no time in slashing it apart, destroying the carriage completely and leaving the black box to fall to the ground, while the beast suddenly quietly began running forward, probably following a directive it had been taught.

As dark as ever and as enticing as ever, the black box stood before Irene wanting to draw her into itself while also seeming like it contained a monster.

To anyone else, the box looked like an invincible work of cultivation, one which could never be destroyed, but Irene had been the one to draw up the entire trap meant to capture Seth.

How to set up the back box wasn't something that could be hidden from her, and with that knowledge, how to destroy it wasn't too far off.

Alexia took in a deep breath as she raised her ice swords, preparing herself to once again see the man she had betrayed.

Soon she let out a breath and when that breath came out, she swung her sword four times in four different directions, each swing of her sword cutting the tip of the edges of the box which faced her, and that was all.

Perfection was an impossibility, and though the box looked like a perfect creation, being able to trap enemies before they could react, and being so strong that supposedly not even weaker immortals could escape it, the fragility on the outside was jarring.

While it wouldn't break from a casual punch, a focused attack from a level 3 mortal was more than capable of breaking it apart, and in Iren's case the method she used, was one which quickly and silently took down the box.

Rather than going on a rampage with it and shattering it while also having to deal with the backlash of the sudden disruption of the tons of qi that powered it, Irene's method had the box suddenly inflate, and then with a pop the entire cage immediately dissolved.

Though this sudden dissolution had a wave of qi and literal darkness wash over her, it was a relatively harmless event that just saw the loose part of her clothes and her air flail about.

With apprehension, Irene looked at where the black box had once been, only to see Seth sitting down on a 4 cm thick block, this block being the foundation on which the black box was built.

Seth sat staring at her with an expression which to her surprise she found she could not read, there was no hate, anger, or hurt, it was like he was staring at a mere object.

Irene was at a loss for what to do for a few seconds, but before she could get a grip on herself, Seth groaned, stretching his hands as he stood up.

Though Seth's normal actions startled Irene she quickly walked up to him when she remembered the reason for her sense of urgency.

"Seth I know you're angry, but first we need to leave before….."

"Booom"

Iren had been talking when suddenly she felt a shift in the air and then found her mind go blank.

"Did you kill her" Alexia's cheerful voice sounded her eyes trailing along the long ditch which led to a thick cloud of dust rising from where Iren had finally stopped after Seth slapped her on the chest.

"No"

"He, he, he, not surprised" Alexia chuckled, but Seth gave her no reply.

"She'll soon be here, she's taking her time."

"Oh, hmm, so how about her, will you kill?"

"Yes," Seth said, and for this one Alexia made no tease after all she knew that not even she could save the woman's life.

"Well that's my cue then, I'll leave you to your fun, be careful," Alexia said and like that her form faded away, Seth nodding to her words.

Deciding not to just passively wait, Seth moved to walk away but a voice from behind stopped him.

"Seth wait."

With indifference Seth turned and looked back, staring at her bloody lips and her tattered form, the new wounds his hit had caused joining up with old ones to further make Ireen a wreck.

All in all, Iren was in a pitiful state, and Seth had no interest in staring at her so he turned to leave

"I said wait, "Irene said this time screaming and looking up at Seth with red teary eyes, stumbling towards him.

Looking at her stumbling over to him, Seth's figure blurred out and he appeared before her, his hands clamping around her neck.

"You still have the guts to call my name, have I been too lenient with you," Seth said as he slowly tightened his grip.

Irene's right hand raised and stroked Seth's cheek while more tears poured out of her eyes, but none of this stopped Seth from strangling Iren with an indifferent gaze.

Though one was killing the other, the pair were in a world of their own, but then suddenly their world was invaded by an amused voice.

"Ohh, lucky me, to suddenly stumble on a lover's Spat."