Chapter LVIII: Purging the Corruption III

Demonic Wildlands

Month of the Tortoise 33, 172 ,328 DE

"Ahwive!" Vorn's shout in mangle Beast Language sound like human baby talk.

With a derisive snort, I pull my attack short, and the corrupted female jumps backward just far enough that I only slice open the front of her uniform. While still backpedaling, her back slams into a crate, and she glances down at the slice in her uniform. Seeing the fabric on the edges of the cut crumble into grey, ash-like powder and disappear into nothingness, her eyes widen in terror, and her mouth drops open. The stench of fear fills her scent.

Trying to keep my own shock under control, I glance the bead of Od coating the edge of my right-hand knife. What exactly is the Od?

As the corrupted female looks around frantically, Vorn charges forward, cutting off her escape on one side. With the outer wall of the cargo deck on the other side and me in front of her, she has nowhere to run. She springs into the air and grabs the upper lip of the crate, but before she can flip up onto the crate, Vorn slaps her legs back the ground and grabs her left wrist. Putting the blade of his other hand into the corrupted female's elbow, he twists her arm behind her back and slam her face-down onto the deck plating.

Immobilize the female. We will purge the corruption form her.

"Hold her down."

"Let me go! Aaaarrrrrr!" While screaming, the corrupted female thrashes around wildly.

Vorn drops his knee onto the middle of the corrupted female's back, driving the breath from her lungs.

Thread of silver Power, shot through with threads of green, extend from my left-hand blade, and from my right-hand blade, threads of black Power, shot through with malignant purple, reach out to meet them. The two sets of threads slowly weave together.

While his eyes remain glued to the forming spell pattern, Vorn muscles tense. As the corrupted female watches the growing pattern, her eyes fill with horror. Her already unpleasant, corrupted scent turns even more sour, and the fingers of her free hand claw at the deck, leaving bloody streaks on the plating.

After close to a minute, Tia and Tama finish weaving their spell pattern. The complex weave is almost completely incomprehensible to me. The only thing I am sure is that the patter will generate a loot of heat.

Tell that shaggy ape to move. Tama's cold thoughts stab into my Mind like the point of her physical form.

"Hey, shaggy ape. If you don't want to get burned, get off the corrupted bitch."

Letting go of the corrupted female's arm, Vorn quickly rises to his feet and steps back. "Asshole dog, when are you going to stop with the insults?"

The spell pattern descends on the corrupted female, and her muscles freeze up as though afflicted with rigor mortis. Even her breathing ceases.

I raise my right-hand blade and smirk. "Tama is the one that called you a shaggy ape. If you want to bitch, bitch at her. I still think your a smug pussy cat."

Narrowing his eyes, Vorn glares at Tama. "Naming your dagger Tama, what are you some retarded Sengoku otaku?"

Asshole cur! How dare you tell that ape my name!

Hearing the both of them bitching, my smirk only grows wider. "Tama named herself. But she is a little miffed, I told you her name."

Black and silver flame burst out on the corrupted female's clothing. In just a few seconds, it all turns into grey powder and then nothingness. All the remains is a faint polychromatic shimmer trapped within the flames. After a few minutes, the shimmer turns into a faint dusting of grey powder, which in turn becomes nothingness.

Staring at the now naked, corrupted female. Vorn has a thunderous frown on his face. "That was Chaos wasn't it? What happened to it?"

I shake my head. "I'm not sure."

The Dark Od originates from Death itself. With enough of an advantage in strength, it can destroy cut off energies of the Primal Powers. The Light Od absorbs the remnants to use in the creation of new energy within this metaverse. Tia's cold thought provide the answer to Vorn's questions.

Par of the silver and black flames sink into the corrupted female's skin. It turns angry red in color. All the hair on her body acquire a polychromatic sheen and turn into grey powder leaving nothing but a polychromatic shimmer behind. While many long minutes pass, oily, polychromatic fluid seeps from her pores. The silver and black flames and scour the fluid from the corrupted female's skin, gathering it into a ball with the remnant shimmer from her hair. After more time passes, the silver and black flames move away form the corrupted female, leaving her skin red and blistered.

The female has been purified. You can manipulate her mind without exposing yourself to the energies of Chaos We will destroy them. Release us. We can float by our own will.

Why did it take so long?

You are weak! You hold back our strength! If you do not get stronger, we can never show our full strength! Tama's rage-driven accusations assault my Mind.

I open my hand and my knives flow out of them. One takes up a position on either side of the flame-wrapped ball of Chaos energies.

With his thunderous frown still painting his face, Vorn stares at the unconscious female. "Is she still corrupted?"

"She's been purified. Tie the bitch up. It's time to fuck with her Mind."

"Your perverted, crazy girlfriend will get mad."

"I said fuck with her Mind, not fuck her. And Aoi isn't my girlfriend. She's just a crazy that crossed paths with me. You can have this bitch her when I'm done with her."

Vorn glares at me. "Not interested. This bitch is probably carrying more baggage than a trade caravan. Besides I can find better bitches to fuck and dump."

"Just tie her up."

Vorn takes a couple straps from hooks near the hatch. While he ties the female's arms and legs, her head rolls from side to side, and she looks around blearily.

"Aaarrr."

As Vorn tighten the strap on the female's arms, it tears open some blister, and she groans in pains. She twists and squirms, attempting break free from Vorn's grasp, but grabs her arm and tosses her against a crate.

"Aaaaarrrrr!" The female screams louder.

Placing my hand on her now bald head, I impress my awareness into her mind. I manage to get an impression of her surface thoughts. They are jumbled and chaotic. I cannot much head or tails out of them. When she asked who I was, she spoke in Sprache, but she had a strange accent.

"Do you understand me?" I speak in Ningen no Gengo.

The confusion in her scent matches the confusion in her thoughts. I try the same question in a few more languages from the area around the Kami Kaze Mountains and get the same result.

When I glance at Vorn, who is out of the female's line of sight, he frowns and speaks in the Northern Trade Tongue. "We should just kill her."

The female stiffens, and the stench of fear fills her scent. She tries to turn her head to look at Vorn, but with my hand clamped onto her skull, she cannot move it in the slightest. For her level of Cultivation, she seems extremely weak. After watching her move, my estimate is that she practices a Cultivation technique that focuses on enhancing reaction speed and agility.

Images of a dozen ideas, which she could try to escape form us, flash through her thoughts, but the underlying concepts are formed in a language I do not know. Given some time I should lean the language directly from her Mind, but I do not several days or weeks to waste.

"Where are you from?" I ask the question in the Northern Trade Tongue.

The female tries to shrink back against the crate, but grip on her skull keeps her in place.

"If you don't want to find out how bad I can hurt your, answer me."

The female tries to shake her head. Vorn says something in a language I do not know, and her eyes open wide. Confusion turns her thoughts chaotic and an odor of shock seeps into her scent. I look at Vorn and he says something else in the same language. The female hesitantly replies.

Vorn's expression turns ugly, and he speaks in Ningen no Gengo. "I didn't realize because their uniforms aren't those of the Kingdom of Beryl, She's a cunt from the Beryl. The descendants of the Great Snake rule Beryl, but I don't think she has any of the Great Snake's blood in her."

The Great Snake Mother betrayed the Great Wolf Mother and joined the Dragon Gods. Old Man Jones suspects that it was the Great Snakes and the Great Alligators that helped the Dragon Gods to reach the Realm's pattern and seal it.

My Mother was poisoned by the Dragons, and she may have been killed by them. Their poison crippled my strength, forcing me to build up from nothing. Black rage floods from my Soul, and the female by the throat. Lifting her, I slam her into the crate. The crate and her bones fracture.

"AAAAAAAAAA!"

The female's high-pitched shriek pierces my ears.

"Bitch cunt, daughter of snakes! Treason run through your veins! Tell me what that bitch princess from Amber is up to, or you'll scream and beg me to end your pain!"

Gasping for breath, the female grabs my wrist with her bound hands. Her nails dig into my skin, but I do not loosen my grip. Her face already burned skin turns darker red.

"If you keep choking her, she won't be able to say anything."

The female's neck bones creak in my grasp. She continues to claw vainly at my wrists, and her leg swing wildly. Her heels bang against the crate, and she shatters her toes on my shins. When her face starts to turn purple, I loosen my grip slightly. She coughs and gasps for air.

"If she's dead, we can't torture this cunt daughter of the Traitorous Snake." Vorn stares coldly at the female, and his tone of voice drips malicious schadenfreude.

The female's eyes open wide, and her words come out as harsh gasps. "I don't have the blood of the Holy Snake in me! I'm a commoner!"

Grabbing the females chin with his thumb and index finger, Vorn twists her head far enough around to glare into her eyes. "Since you're just a commoner, it would be stupid stupid to be tortured and broken to defend my traitor bitch aunt. What is she doing?"

The female appears to find her spine. With a fanatical light in her eyes, she returns Vorn's glare. "I will never betray the Handmaiden of God!"

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