Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

The laser filled a large part of the available space in the sewer tunnel and blazed through the air at an incredible speed. But it wasn't too fast for Mursoth to react in time. He could dodge it. The residual heat that blurred the air around the laser beam wouldn't even be enough to singe his clothes.

Mursoth turned his head and body to duck back into the path he had come from. It was the path where Zach and his familiars were, but they weren't so close they could block him. Mursoth would rather take his chances with them than the laser.

The laser was simplistic, flew in a straight line, and could have been faster. But those were all reasons why it was so powerful. Mursoth would not make it out intact after taking it head-on.

However, before Mursoth could finish half a turn, his face hit a barrier. It wasn't invisible. He just hadn't seen it since the laser dyed the tunnels bright red, and he had been a little preoccupied trying to sense Soara's movements.

Instinctively, Mursoth pressed harder against the barrier, forcing his head to break through it. After less than a quarter turn, his body slammed into another barrier. Mursoth tensed his body and stepped through it like it was a sheet of glass.

He walked into another barrier. He was ready for it and stabbed it with his dagger, breaking it as soon as he came in contact with it. But he still needed to finish his step to escape the laser. He couldn't do that without hitting another barrier, which he once again broke as soon as he made contact.

All the barriers Zach made were weakened by the proximity to underworld energy during construction. He had also taken numerous hits to his insides after so many of his barriers had broken. His barriers were weak and not nearly enough to stop Mursoth.

The only way he had a chance would be if he made it right next to him and he was allowed to take a minute or two to make it. If Mursoth had tried to break past them again and retreat into the tunnel, he could have done it.

His fear and shock had clouded his judgment. He had chosen to stick around and look for a way to kill Zach and his familiars. He had gotten greedy. And now, he had been trapped in a tunnel with a deadly laser.

Zach's barriers had been weak. But his friends' timing had been impeccable. All he had needed to do was buy a second or two. And that was what he had done. His flimsy barriers had made him cough up a few drops of blood.

But they had delayed Mursoth's escape from the intersecting sewer tunnels by a second.

The laser passed by Zach's tunnel and slammed into the ice wall on the other side.

Zach looked at Mursoth's face as light and head bathed the tunnel. A pair of sunglasses would have been perfect.

After a few moments, the light ceased.

Zach's eyes, which had adjusted to the bright light, saw strange colors float around the air before they recovered and readjusted to the mellow light of the sewers' torches. Mursoth's front was almost intact. His hair was a little burned, and the edges of his clothes were singed and frayed. Both his hair and his clothes were drawn in the direction the laser had passed by.

From the side, Mursoth had experienced a monstrous weight loss. His back was gone. Part of his head was gone. Part of his backside and thighs were gone. He had turned into one parenthesis.

His expression was distorted and overcome with a mix of pain, fear, shock, and rage. His eyes blazed as he looked at Zach.

Underworld energy bubbled beneath his burns, casting away the crispy tissues like a snake shedding its skin. The underworld energy restored Mursoth's damaged body in a process even more painful than the laser tearing through his body.

At a rapid pace visible to the naked eye, Mursoth's body was restoring itself to its original state.

Dukiel's eyes widened.

Usually, burn wounds, especially the ones from his lasers, prevented wounds from healing that quickly. But Mursoth didn't care.

He was a Named from the fifth layer of the Underworld.

The purity and strength of his underworld energy couldn't compare to the one they had found in the surface monsters that had adapted to the underworld energy. They would need something stronger than burn wounds if they wanted to stop his regeneration.

Mursoth smirked through the pain.

Now that he had been hit once, it would be impossible for them to hit him with the same trick again.

They were also split up in different groups.

Mursoth might have trouble killing Soara with Yanael right next to her. But even when she had been right next to her, Yanael had only barely been able to react. Soara was the main issue. But if he was ready for Soara's speed, Mursoth was confident he could kill her.

And he had seen Zach cough up blood.

The annoying barriers wouldn't be a problem anymore.

No one could stop him from killing the other students before returning his attention to the scary, black-haired maid. His legs just had to finish healing.

"This is your loss, Zacharia Evandiel." Mursoth mocked Zach.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Zach reached inside his clothes with a chilly smile that did not reach his eyes.

"Is it?" He asked while walking closer to Mursoth.

For some reason, Mursoth got a bad feeling. It only worsened when he looked at where Zach's hand was. It continued to worsen with each step toward him Zach took.

Mursoth instinctively tried to take a step back. But his legs, which didn't have more than a few shreds of muscle on the back couldn't fulfill his command. He stumbled and fell like his legs were a pair of sticks.

He collapsed on the ground with a grunt of pain as his open backside made direct contact with the hot, stony ground.

Zach stood next to Mursoth's head and looked down at him.

"Bye-bye!" He waved with one hand. With the other, he emptied a glass bottle filled with sloshing light grey liquid. The liquid sailed down to Mursoth.

Time seemed to slow down for Mursoth as the milky liquid coursed like a river for his chest, the ocean.

A river of anti-underworld energy and an ocean of underworld energy.

A river of fire and an ocean of oil.