Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The Great Ugor's improvement was slow and steady, but only in comparison to what one might expect of someone who had climbed to his position. Every exchange, he narrowed the gap between himself and Mandra. Considering how small it had been from the beginning, he didn't need to get far before he could reach her with the aftershocks of his swipes.

The skin on Mandra's arms was bruised from the power of the shocks that came when the Great Ugor threw himself or stones at her. Without even hitting her, it was still enough to penetrate the magical energy surrounding her body like a whirlwind and injure her.

It was too late to run.

Mandra gritted her teeth. Zach hadn't begun to crack yet.

However, since he was stone, he wouldn't be able to alert her if she was going too far. If she pushed it too much, he would just crack and crumble. She was threading a thin line with the lives of Alzara, Yanael, and Zach on her back.

Still, all it did was give her another twenty seconds of escaping the Great Ugor. And when he finally caught up to her, there was nothing she could do. She was not giving up yet. She had an idea of how to defeat the Great Ugor, but she couldn't do it alone.

Mandra resigned herself to her fate.

The Great Ugor grabbed her by the wrist. Before Mandra could do anything or try to do what the Daughter did every time he grabbed her, the Great Ugor threw her hard into the wall. Once again, his lack of forethought was of benefit to Mandra.

She had positioned herself expecting the Great Ugor's reaction. He threw her close to where Alzara and the Daughter were—where the Daughter should be, at least, since she was still under the surface of the underworld energy in the moat. She mitigated the impact by transforming as much of her body into pure magic as she could, turning into a being more akin to a spirit than a human.

Before the Great Ugor could launch himself at her again, she dove forward toward the moat.

She wasn't fast enough. The Great Ugor already stood in front of her with a clenched fist and a malicious grin, full of vile excitement at finally turning the tables on Mandra.

He rammed his fist into Mandra's back, pummeling her into the ground hard enough to crack it, even when her body was barely material. She coughed up blood and, in one hit, was worse for wear than Alzara.

The Great Ugor couldn't decide whether he should lower himself to punch her, stomp her to death, or jump on her for maximum satisfaction.

His desire for revenge and need to see his enemy suffer, which trumped his caution and the better decision to kill her at once, was another critical mistake.

He only hesitated for a second before raising his foot.

That second saved Mandra's life.

Right when the Great Ugor's foot started descending like a meteor toward the exposed, vulnerable head of the Archon, two small, frail-looking hands came out from behind him and latched onto his face.

Before and without the Great Ugor being able to react, an overwhelming force wrenched him away from Mandra, flipped him over, and rammed his body into the ground on the other side of the moat.

His head rang, and his vision swam from how quickly he had suddenly adjusted positions and locations. He was stunned.

For the first time since the fight began. For the third time since he took over the throne, he felt pain.

The first was when he plucked out his eye and inserted the black gem. The second was when the gem sprouted roots a while later and latched onto the insides of his body.

The third time was when the Daughter slammed him into the ground after taking a swim in the moat.

But the pain didn't come from that. It didn't come from crashing into the hard floor with his back hard enough to make a crater.
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It came from his eye socket. A red and black line appeared around the black gem in his eye socket. It was bleeding.

While she flipped him over, the Daughter had tried to tear the black gem out of him, but it had been lodged in there like it was attached to a mountain with an indestructible chain. Taking back her gem would not be as easy as she thought.

Not even the Great Ugor knew how hard it would be, so he had even defended against it before. He was happy he had.

Holy fuck it hurt.

The Daughter was strong, ridiculously strong right now for some reason, but she hadn't put all of that weight into trying to get the gem out of his eye socket. That had been a fleeting grab she did in the middle of swinging him around.

It felt like she had been about to tear his entire existence to shreds. It was the most painful thing the Great Ugor had ever felt.

Slowly, he stood up and looked at the Daughter, a multitude of feelings swirling around in his muddy eye. The pain had thrown any irritation and mental inclarity far away. Instinctively, he wanted to run.

He frowned as he looked at the Daughter. He couldn't run. He was tied to the Underworld. He needed to return sooner or later. But the longer he waited, the stronger the Daughter would grow. She would never return to her peak, but she didn't need to be that strong to beat him.

"How…?" He asked.

The Daughter's hair was white, and he felt a sense of oppression from her.

It was different from the oppression he had against weaker underworlders. It was more like the instinctive danger he had felt from the anti-underworld energy potion.

It was something that shouldn't be able to coexist with the Daughter's nature as the purest underworlder.

The Daughter didn't answer. She clenched her fist and attacked the Great Ugor.