The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Chapter 600: Death

The young tiefling warrior in the adventuring team, Alswin, was delighted to see this. It would be such honor and glory to so easily kill off an incredibly famous devil. He could already see his newfound reputation as he gloriously returned to his hometown…

“The great Demon God Sback will be so proud of me. Maybe he’ll even promote me to become his God Envoy…”

Alswin’s blood boiled as he thought about how he could potentially bask in the glory of Sback. Since Alswin was a demon half-blood tiefling who had survived for one hundred years down in the Chaos Abyss, he experienced countless humiliations that made him feel absolutely zero kinship with his “relatives”.

Demons and devils would view these half-blood tieflings as weak and lacking in potential. The tieflings’ innate bloodlines would also be suppressed by true demon and devil bloodlines. Whenever a pureblood demon met a tiefling, it would be quite common to hear the word “bastard”. Casually insulting and killing a tiefling would be nothing more than habitual fun.

Apart from incredibly few tiefling gathering grounds, devils and demons were the most common residents of the Chaos Abyss. Alswin no longer remembered just how many demons and devils had humiliated him before; now that he had the chance to personally kill Salor the Berserk Slaughterer, that would be such glory and honor!

Salor’s entire body was now covered with ice spears and ice arrows. He looked just like a living practice target. His most dire injury was an arrow that had directly pierced his right eye. Copious amounts of blood constantly oozed from that injury. If it weren’t for devils’ incredible durability, he should have long since died already.

At this instant, another ice arrow turned a curve and shot in from Salor’s right eye’s blind spot. This arrow instantly pierced Salor’s remaining left eye, and now he was truly blind.

“…Salor, I, Alswin Dimo, will be taking your head!” Alswin roared as he leaped up into the sky. He had this chance to take down someone much greater than him right here and now, so of course he wouldn’t let it go. Although Roland had previously said that he was forbidden from getting anywhere close to melee range, Salor was blind already! How was Alswin supposed to become famous if he let go of such a chance?

Even though Alswin got along quite well with his teammates, he would still never give this chance at striking the fatal blow to another!

“Wenna from my hometown is still waiting for me. When I become famous, I’ll return home and get married to her… Eh, why does that headless corpse look familiar? What’s Casio and the others shouting…”

“Alswin!”

“…They’re shouting for me? I… I died?”

The head flying through the air landed on the ground. The head with an expression of disbelief was definitely not Salor’s. Judging from the shocked expression, the tiefling warrior still didn’t believe that he had already died.

The tiefling warrior who entered the melee range, intending to strike the fatal blow, had now become a headless corpse with blood spurting everywhere. Alswin had been instantly killed by Salor.

“Heehee, this is the first one…”

Only two horrifying holes were left where Salor’s eyes had been. However, Salor had an expression of utter delight. He was using his curved tongue to lick his gnome-like deformed right hand that was still covered in hot enemy blood.

Salor squinted, and seemed quite happy with the taste of this fresh blood. His relaxed attitude showed quite obviously that he looked down on his enemies.

He then opened up his eyes once more as they had now been regenerated. His murky yellow eyes were filled with a prideful expression.

“As expected, it was a trap. However, that tiefling…”

I felt quite helpless about suddenly losing an ally.

Didn’t I already tell everyone that the plan was to fight a slow battle of attrition from range? Why did this idiot rush up to commit suicide? Even if he believed that Salor was blind and wanted to ambush him, why would he shout as he charged? Did he think that it would be unfair? Was he worried that Salor wouldn’t be able to pinpoint his location?

Demons and devils would always have powerful regenerative capabilities. The higher level a devil was, the more difficult it would be to kill him completely. Although these ice arrows and ice spears were made of my Absolute Zero ice, meaning that Salor would be unable to destroy these weapons with his ability, they were only “ice weapons” that didn’t have any anti-regenerative properties.

The strongest member of Casio’s team was probably the fallen angel Aivla. However, she was still only at the peak of Saint rank. She was still quite far from entering Myth rank, so she would be far from being a match for Salor.

“If only Adam was here…”

A weapon’s attack power would be directly proportionate to the wielder’s power level. If I gave an ice sword to Adam, it was likely that Salor’s head would be cut off here instead. However, when used by these adventurers, at most the ice weapons would cause Salor to bleed and be scratched on the surface. The adventurers would be unable to cause any fatal injuries. Neither was I counting on them to actually kill Salor. After I determined that Salor had no ranged attacks, the mission I gave to them was to do nothing more than circle around and constantly harass him.

What if it turned out that Salor could use ranged attacks? Not only would I not have these weak adventurers go up against him, even I would be running away. However, Salor had leaked information about his own abilities in his previous fight against Little Red.

Although Salor seemed quite wretched as he was completely covered in blood, I knew this was most likely nothing more than a trap—pretending to appear weak. I had already told the adventuring team about this possibility, telling them not to be too greedy. However, someone among them had still fallen for such a simple trap.

Even though Casio and the others were all veteran adventurers that had experienced hundreds of battles, they were still quite obviously shaken by their teammate’s death. Now that their hands and feet were either trembling or pausing slightly, many mistakes were made. Sometimes, being slow by even half a second would make the difference between life and death.

Even more fatal was that this tiefling warrior’s unexpected death caused an obvious weakness to appear in the formation surrounding Salor.

“We’re also almost out of arrows…”

My Absolute Zero ice had all been stored from when I first made it. I didn’t have that much to begin with, nor had I prepared that much combat equipment with it. Casio was using ice arrows unsparingly as if they were metal arrows, so the consumption was huge.

Plans would never be able to adapt fast enough to actual situations. Perhaps my original plan had been derailed completely already from the point that we discovered that Donatis was here in his true body.

*Clang!*

My ice sword once again clashed against Salor’s battle axe. But this time, his saw-toothed battle axe was frozen solid. I would have to make up for the formation’s weakness myself now.

“Roland!”

Salor’s angry roar echoed in my ears. However, I threw away my ice sword that had shattered from the impact, and brought out a new one.

In just one exchange of blows, Salor had actually managed to swing his axe nine times. His speed exceeded the speed of sound like it was nothing to him.

Salor had hidden his true abilities quite well. His distorted left side’s muscular body had astonishing physical power. Meanwhile, his distorted gnome-like right side that everyone viewed as a failure in leveling himself up actually possessed astonishing speed!

Salor had a strange body with a strange balance and a bug-like personal ability. It would be impossible for most people to defend against his attacks without knowing about his super speed, especially since all his attacks would be definite one hit kills if they ever landed. No wonder Salor had the wondrous reputation of “being undefeatable in melee against anyone who was not a Main God” despite not even being a Devil Lord.

I didn’t have much time left. Adam’s party’s battle was becoming ever fiercer. The gigantic Chaos War God was already destroying the entire battlefield. It was probably time for me to resolve myself.

“System, I’ll give you Lasnina’s curse gem. Exchange for ‘that’!”