LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 393: Vile Piece
It was too late to stop him. The Great Ugor swallowed the heart. Instantly, underworld energy surged within him like a tidal wave. The black gem in his eye socket glowed, and his muscles swelled with power. His long hair fluttered as he stood up again, not even bothering to wipe his mouth.
If his previous powerup had been intoxicating, this one was euphoric. He was not in a state of mind to care about the blood around his mouth.
Rising from the rubble, Jigak returned to the fight, clear of mind and filled with a mad rage at what he had just witnessed. The emotionally driven Jigak, driven by more and stronger emotions than ever, pierced through the air like an arrow, his hands reaching for the Great Ugor's throat.
Before Jigak could get close, the Great Ugor stepped aside, walked up next to the underworlder lying in the air, and simply brought down his hand onto Jigak's back.
Jigak didn't even notice the Great Ugor moving. He couldn't keep up. One second, he was flying toward the Great Ugor in front of him. The next, he was planted into the ground, all the bones in his body shattered and scattered with his blood and flesh in a leg-deep pit on the floor.
He couldn't move.
The Great Ugor dismissed Jigak and turned to Zach. His mind mixed up Zach's face and the principal's again, and the Great Ugor had trouble telling who he was facing. The pain caused by both made his skin tingle just by thinking about it.
But it didn't matter to the Great Ugor who stood in front of him. With the full power of the Underworld coursing through him, whoever it was didn't stand a chance. They would just succumb to a meaningless death by his hands.
Zach could tell that the Great Ugor had gotten stronger again. Right now, just benign better at fighting wouldn't be enough to stand against him. But just being good at fighting hadn't been enough to kill him, either.
That was why Zach had asked for the tiny cloth bag containing their trump card. It had been in Dukiel's hands. But he was tied together with the others by the one-handed man and Monolith. Naturally, they had been searched, and the trump card had ended up in the one-armed man's hand.
While the Great Ugor took a moment to revel in his strength, Zach opened the cloth bag.
Immediately, a sense of suppression slipped out and forced even the underworld energy in the Great Ugor's body to calm down and lie still. The Great Ugor's pupils narrowed in disbelief.
Even with his current strength, there was something in this world that could threaten him and make him feel such fear?
Zach dipped his gray and wrinkly fingers into the bag and retrieved a vial of perfectly white liquid. It was too white, too clean, to be an ordinary vial of anti-underworld energy potion. But the sense of oppression and rejection toward underworld energy could only mean one thing.
Zach grinned when he saw the wariness and fear in the Great Ugor's eyes.
Not even the most powerful version of the Great Ugor was a match for something like this that was made to annihilate any underworlder. If anything, he was only more susceptible to it now.
It was the trump card that gave Zach the confidence to challenge the Great Ugor even with their current strength. It was a trump card that both he and Dukiel had worked on. It was a trump card that Dukiel had sacrificed his own growth and strength to make.
It was a potion several tens or hundreds of times stronger than the strongest potion Alzara could make.
It was a potion that Dukiel had Enhanced with his skill several times during the break. Zach knew he hadn't used each of his daily uses on it, but he could tell when holding it that Dukiel had made sure to invest heavily in it.
Zach's hands were a little unsteady from the world essence energy forcibly regenerating them, but he made sure to hold the vial tightly when uncorking it. The underworld energy around him fled to the edges of the room. Even the liquid underworld energy in the moat seemed to be trying to crawl out of it.
Zach looked at the Great Ugor.
"You're dead, you vile piece of shit."
Zach flittered forward, making the most of the world essence energy, which he could feel had started retreating. It hadn't reached its limit, but his body had. It couldn't endure the world essence energy any longer. It was too powerful.
He had to end it now while he could still move quickly enough to catch up to the Great Ugor. Even now, the Great Ugor was still faster and stronger than Zach. If he hadn't been suppressed by the presence of the Enhanced potion, he could have fought back or made a run for it.
But with the potion threatening his very existence, the Great Ugor couldn't mobilize his underworld energy or his full strength.
Zach could just splash the potion onto the fleeing Great Ugor. Like acid, the potion bit into the Great Ugor's flesh, reducing it to smoke in a hiss.
It hurt so much that the Great Ugor's screams were soundless. It was like someone had spilled molten lava on his back. He froze and tried to reach for his back with his hands as his mouth opened wide.
It was almost as painful as when the Daughter tried to rip out the gem.
His body, the peak of the Underworld, tried to fight against the potion, much like the Daughter's had. The Great Ugor was stronger than the Daughter had been then, so he managed to put up a fight even without the support of a river of liquid underworld energy.
But all it did was prolong his suffering as his flesh tried to regenerate itself despite the potion denying its permission to exist.
And then, the effects of the potion encroached on the gem in his eye socket. The roots.